Xie Fu said politely: "Old man, are you coming to take your grandson back?"
The old man smiled slightly and did not answer Xie Fu's question. Instead, he said: "Brother, can we have a chat?"
"Sorry, I have something urgent to do and have to rush back."
Xie Fu said hello and left in a hurry.
The old man looked at Fu Xie's hasty figure walking out of the door, and said secretly in his heart: "Conquer one's own desires with force, Confucianism is lost, there should be someone to bring order to the chaos, will it be you?"
He often comes to the small school quietly. He has been observing this young man for a long time, a long time...
This young man is a bit like his former self, but not like his former self. This young man is more peaceful than his past self, but his obsession back then was too deep and his success failed.
I just sigh that I am too mediocre and my power is too small, and I cannot shake the situation of the world.
It's easier said than done. Even today, if you hold the power of the world, you are just an important chess piece in the world's great road.
I have been waiting for ten years, but I am also getting old.
The old man fell into deep thought. After an unknown amount of time, another person walked into Taiping Primary School, but it was Chen Qinglan who came to teach.
Chen Qinglan was surprised when she saw the old man. She stepped forward and saluted respectfully: "Mr. Ming."
The old man looked up at Chen Qinglan and smiled slightly, "Mrs. Chen, your Taoist sect's hand has stretched too far, and you have actually extended your hand to me, an old man. I have retired to seclusion, and I don't care about the affairs of the world, can't I?"
Let me be pure and pure in my old age."
Chen Qinglan saw that Mr. Ming had figured out her identity and said with a smile: "Mr. Ming, you misunderstood. I was also entrusted by others. Later I found out that you are always the master of this Taiping small school. I came here just to teach
What a group of little kids."
The old man chuckled, "Who doesn't know that the Dao Sect's hidden secrets are spread all over the world, and there is nothing in the world that your Earth Sect can't hide."
The old man continued: "What Taoism pursues is to explore the vast universe and the mysteries of the Ganges stars, practice Taoism with one's own body, absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, break through the mortal body, reach the realm of unity between heaven and man, and then gain insights into the world of heaven and earth.
The secret of the world can be saved. What Di Zong is doing now is putting the cart before the horse."
Chen Qinglan smiled and said: "What Ming Lao said is absolutely true, but it is a long and arduous road. In the first half of this road, it is the extreme of "self-desire". The world is one and the same, and there can be small differences.
, Great unity is what you want, small differences are what you want.”
The old man chuckled: "Miss Chen is worthy of the name of fireworks on a snowy night, she is really eloquent."
Chen Qinglan smiled: "I said far away, let's talk about near. I don't know when the Taoist sect was divided into three. The three sects of heaven, earth and Xuan each held their own and fought endlessly. If the Taoist sect cannot be unified, it can prove the right way.
, how can we aspire to the world's great road, and how can we save the people of the world? What the Earth Sect and Master have done is to open up a smooth road for future generations of Taoists."
The old man laughed and said, "In my eyes, all three of your Taoist sects are evil and crooked. As the saying goes, people who are different cannot work together. Miss Chen, please take your leave now."
Chen Qinglan looked at the old man's back and said loudly: "Mr. Ming, Master asked me to say hello to you."
A hearty laugh came from the old man, "If you want to say hello, ask him to come over in person. If I can still move my old bones, I will naturally go out and wait for you."
The old man walked out of Taiping Primary School and hummed softly: "A bunch of monsters."
…
Suddenly the sky was covered with clouds and became dark, then a strong wind blew, and lightning and thunder began in the distance.
It's going to rain heavily, and it may clear up for a while. This kind of situation is not uncommon in summer, but now it's autumn, which is considered a rare and unusual weather.
Wang Wanzhi, who was wading in the river, glanced at the turbulent clouds in the sky, estimated the time when the heavy rain would come, and continued to survey the hydrology. This was a good time. The data would be more accurate before and after the heavy rain.
Heavy rain suddenly fell. Instead of going ashore, Wang Wanzhi took two steps forward to seize the time to conduct surveys.
The river water became turbulent and rapid in silence. When Wang Wanzhi reacted, she was already unsteady in the river water.
Wang Wanzhi ignored the survey and quickly approached the river wall, trying to climb ashore. However, the river was very fast and the river wall was slippery. After several attempts, he still failed to climb ashore.
At this moment, there was a sharp sound, and a sharp arrow was shot from nowhere. The arrow was embedded in the river wall, and then another arrow was shot at the top of the first arrow. Wang Wanzhi used this arrow to
The two arrows firmly embedded in the river wall successfully climbed ashore.
Needless to say, these two arrows were shot by Qingluan. As one of the four faces of the royal family, her duty is to protect Wang Wanzhi, the noble daughter of heaven, at all times.
Wang Wanzhi, who came ashore, was soaked and covered in mud. He lowered his head and looked at the Peach Blossom River. He saw that the water in the river began to surge, and the sound of the water was rumbling, which had the potential to destroy everything.
The raindrops were like soybeans, Wang Wanzhi walked slowly along the river bank to observe...
The heavy rain came and went quickly. Although the sun was not visible yet, the sky was much brighter without the heavy clouds.
The light rain is still falling, and the river is misty. The thin raindrops fall lightly on the water, creating circles of fine ripples in the mist. The willow trees in autumn are also moistened by the rain, and they are tenaciously glowing with a bit of freshness and shine.
of luster.
Wang Wanzhi murmured: "In the past, I went there, and the willows clung to them. Now I come to think about them, and the rain and snow are falling."
She was dressed in shabby clothes, but she walked towards the willow tree on the river bank with the elegant steps of a scholar.
Most of the leaves on the willow tree have turned yellow, and there are many fallen leaves scattered on the ground. When the gentle wind blows, the delicate yellow leaves on the willow tree will fall down, like yellow butterflies.
This is the last green of the willows. If you miss it, you will have to wait until next spring. September 15th is approaching. My old friend from childhood, I have been waiting for you for a long time...
Xie Fu, who had been soaked by the heavy rain, had ink stains all over his body on his clothes, his face was drooping with ink, and he could no longer distinguish the pattern. This ghostly appearance would definitely scare people to death at night.
Xie Fu laughed at himself, "At this moment, I'm afraid no one is as embarrassed as me."
Suddenly I saw the willows on the river bank still green, with half-hanging yellow leaves. I couldn't help but murmured softly: "In the past, I went there, and the willows hugged me. Now I come to think about it, and it's raining and snowing."
If you don't see it, you may have to wait until spring. Xie Fu wiped his face to let his eyes see clearly, and took a step forward. Although the hem of his clothes was soaked, the wet clothes shook as he moved his legs and arms.
On the second floor of the restaurant across the river, two scribes were sitting, looking out the window.
"What an autumn rain that comes and goes quickly, eh? Brother Wu, what are you looking at?"
"I'm looking at two weirdos."
"What two weirdos?"
The scribe named Wu pointed with his hand and said, "Look at those two people, although they were soaked by the heavy rain and dressed in shabby clothes, they walked exactly as if they were grasping the stars and stepping on the moon. It seems that they only have arrogance left in their bodies."
Another scribe looked at him, nodded and said, "It's true. At first glance, the figure from behind looks extraordinary. It's strange. Could it be that the two of them have made a pact to compare their ugliness."
"We'll wait and see if it's really ugly."
"Hahaha, interesting and interesting."
Xie Fu walked under the willow tree and looked at the half-hanging yellow leaves of the willow tree, alternating with yellow and green. The willow branches were blowing in the wind, and the yellow leaves fluttered lightly to the ground. It was very free and easy. He stretched out his hand to touch the willow and murmured to himself: "I want to hold Qingsi Jun away.
"
"I walk alone, appreciate and cherish alone, hahaha..."
Wang Wanzhi, who was fascinated by the willow tree, heard the heroic laughter and looked towards Xie Fu, as if she had seen him before.
Only then did Xie Fu realize that there was someone there, and he said happily: "Brother, it turns out that I am not alone, appreciating and cherishing alone."
When he saw that his clothes were soaked and clinging to his body, and his figure was slim and graceful, with curved peaks and tight long legs, revealing extremely beautiful lines, and she was as graceful as a sharp lotus in the water, she suddenly changed her words: "Miss..."
Halfway through his words, Xie Fu stopped again and changed his words: "I'd better call you brother."
In response to Xie Fu's two comments, Wang Wanzhi remained expressionless, exuding a cold and aloof temperament.
Xie Fu smiled, looked at the man who was covered in mud, and asked: "Brother, did you just crawl out of the mud pit?"
Wang Wanzhi looked at Fu Xie. If she had just crawled out of the mud pit, the person in front of her was crawling out of the ink vat. She couldn't help but smile. She wanted to go alone and enjoy it alone, but how could she know that she would become two embarrassed people sharing the same fate?
We appreciate and cherish each other, and we are like a kind-hearted person.
When Xie Fu saw that the other party didn't say anything, he just smiled back, he suddenly realized, "Brother, I remember you. You were the one who fished for things in the river that day. I wonder what happened this time?"
Wang Wanzhi smiled dumbly after hearing this, and then felt sad. She had lost something. She had lost an old friend. Without this old friend, she felt so lonely.
Seeing that she didn't say a word from beginning to end, Fu Xie thought to himself, "I suspected she was mute last time, and it seems she is indeed mute."
Xie Fu saw the sadness in the other person's eyes and said considerately: "I understand, brother, no words are needed. I will accompany you to enjoy and cherish each other."
The two of them stood across the willow curtain, silently admiring the autumn colors, the willow waves in the wind, the ripples in the river, and the colorful smoke...
I don't know how long it took before Wang Wanzhi realized that the ink man had left without saying goodbye. He lowered his head and looked at a yellow willow tree not far from him. It was not a farewell without saying goodbye, but a silent farewell. Only literati understand literati.
A move between the two, a gift to Liu Ya to say goodbye, and a farewell to Qing Gui.
Wang Wanzhi smiled slightly, "You treat me as a mute, but it's a pity that you are not mute. Looking at the figure of this ink man walking away in a hurry, he is really a passionate person. If we meet again next time, should I be more enthusiastic?"
He softly chanted: "If you want to pull back the green silk, you can still cut the green hair to give a beautiful autumn. Feilin deliberately separates the mud and ink, in exchange for frightening the spring willows downstream."
Wang Wanzhi would never have thought that the Mo man in front of her was Mr. Yuan Jing, whom she wanted to meet day and night.
And Xie Fu would not have thought that the mute girl in front of him was the national warrior Wang Wushuang whom he longed to see.
Two people who have never met before know each other but fail to understand each other, and meet but fail to understand each other.
…
Xie returned to Tantai Wenwang's study room and saw Wenwang actually reading. The two had a tacit understanding. After smiling at each other, Xie Fu crossed his legs and practiced the Taiyi Jinhua Heart Technique.
Everyone does his or her own thing without disturbing each other.