The sky in late autumn is very white and empty. Looking over it, it is vast and lonely. Occasionally, one or two birds pass by, chirping, and do not want to stay longer.
Chen Jiu sat in the Taoist temple for a month, watching the fish swimming in the pool patiently, and even nicknamed the koi among them, and arranged them in order of size, from the eldest to the eighth.
Among them, the old eight are the smallest, but the most edible.
Chen Jiu often frowned and sighed at this koi.
Why do you look like a starving ghost, can you eat more politely?
But in fact, it is no wonder that the koi, most of the world's water descendants are good at eating whole, accumulating the essence of flesh and blood, and some water descendants even eat all the time, eating the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of plants and trees, hoping to reach the sky in one step, and transform into a dragon when encountering feng shui.
In addition to watching fish, Chen Jiu also likes to sit alone, thinking about people and things. Every time at this time, the feeling of powerlessness floods into his heart like a torrent, unstoppable.
In the end, the guest in green shirt tied his long hair high and practiced boxing on the top of the mountain.
The more you fight, the more frustrated you become, and the more you fight, the more upset you get.
So on a bright moon night, a golden light rises from the top of the Taoist temple, bringing majestic martial arts, and going straight to the depths of the clouds.
The red-faced Taoist stood by the pool with his hands behind his back, muttering, "You little bastard."
There was always a gentle smile on Tao Li's face, "Junior brother's martial arts is a little scary. If it is put in Nawuzhou, the momentum will be even greater than this."
The old Taoist glanced at the golden light in the sky, and said something even more shocking, "Your junior brother is invincible in the same situation, and the further you go, the more invincible you should be."
"God man" plus this unknown "rebirth", and Chen Jiu's martial arts talent is already extremely frightening, he can carry martial arts to resist the wind at the fifth level, and he is tough to learn the seventh level of the palace.
The red-faced Taoist even suspected that Chen Jiu was born to be his mother for fighting.
Tao Li suddenly turned his head, smiled at the red-faced Taoist and asked, "Invincible in the same realm? Master can't beat him?"
The red-faced Taoist was stunned for a rare moment, and then hummed: "Just this little bastard? How dare he?!"
The golden figure in the sky, when it was falling, suddenly condensed its martial arts, and punched towards the clouds.
The clouds rippled and quickly dissipated.
The sky and the earth are clear.
The red-faced Taoist turned dark, and knocked down the golden figure with a slap, and said angrily: "Do you really think that you are invincible after just a few compliments?"
Chen Jiu fell to the foot of the mountain with his buttocks. He didn't suffer any injuries, but he was disheveled and embarrassed.
He was quite confused about being beaten, so he hummed twice, raised his head, and was about to talk to the red-faced Taoist priest, but there was a clear girl standing in front of his eyes.
Zhou Xian looked at him with his chest folded and his mouth pouted, "Why, you were beaten again?"
Chen Jiu frowned and got up, and patted his buttocks, "Will you be able to speak? Why did you get beaten again? It's because your skills are not as good as others, and you need to be trained a little bit."
The man in the blue shirt took the hand that patted his buttocks, and then patted his dusty face again.
The result is getting darker and darker.
Miss Qinglie couldn't stand it anymore, she took out the card she was carrying with her, it wasn't pretty, but it was very clean, handed it to Chen Jiu, frowned and said, "Can you wipe it with this?"
The man in the green shirt didn't feel embarrassed at all, he walked straight past, sniffed it twice, frowned and said, "It's so fragrant? Did you put medicine on it?"
Zhou Xian's face was slightly red, and she couldn't see clearly under the moonlight. The girl pouted and said, "You don't know the fragrance?"
Chen Jiu held a handkerchief, frowned slightly, and looked at the girl suspiciously, "Just you?"
Miss Qinglie's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, she clenched her small fist and waved at Chen Jiu, "I'll give you two punches."
Come on, I learned it all from Chen Jiu.
The man in green shirt touched his face, returned the handkerchief to Zhou Xian, sneezed and sniffled, "Who is thinking of me?"
Qinglie girl rolled her eyes, "I'm cursing you."
It's a daily routine for the two of them to quarrel like this.
When Zhou Xian was standing silently, she was a nice and clear girl, but now she has become more and more "speaking rudely", most of which are due to Chen Jiu, who played an important role in precepts and deeds.
The guest in green shirt said goodbye to Zhou Xian, and slowly climbed the mountain under the moonlight. When the cool wind hit, the black bamboo and green shirt fluttered. Chen Jiu suddenly turned his head, looked at the girl with green eyes, with a serious face, "don't Love me, no result..."
Miss Qinglie interrupted directly, and said first: "I will give you two punches!"
She also shook her little fist.
Chen Jiu shook his head, it really shouldn't be taught, this is all right, taught the apprentice to starve the master to death.
The man in blue turned around and slowly climbed up the stairs.
Miss Qinglie waited for him to go away, snorted, shook her head, put aside her brows, shook her body, and went back to the school.
She entered a hut next to the school, lit candles, and the dim light filled the hut. The girl picked up a book of sages and read it carefully.
In the academy, most of the learning and practice are for the sake of the world, so when scholars fight, they all rely on the power of the world.
The benevolence of Confucianism is to treat the heaven and the earth, regardless of size.
Great monks have great cause and effect between heaven and earth, that is Daren, and vice versa.
This world, because of Confucian benevolent governance, the order has been much better than in ancient times, but in the final analysis, it is still not enough, far from what the ancestors of Confucianism had expected.
But the Confucian sages who followed did not dare to go any further.
Scholars and monks set their minds for heaven and earth. Great monks have great karma in heaven and earth. Once they are killed by Confucianism, it will be a sad song for heaven and earth.
If there are too many setbacks, it will cause dissatisfaction among scholars all over the world, hostility from outside monks, and internal and external troubles.
If there is a reform, it is to make the iron-blooded method, led by the thirty-two sages of Confucianism, invite the twelve heavenly officials of Taoism to cooperate, and formulate strict laws. Any big monk who dares to object will be killed directly, regardless of the will of heaven and earth , To kill the great monks in the world will be terrified!
If things go on like this, after a thousand years, the order of the world will definitely be more than a hundred times better!
It's just that when the time comes, the line of Confucianism will no longer have the thirteen realms, and it will be difficult to make a wish for heaven and earth, which is equivalent to abandoning the position of the chief of the academy.
At that time, Taoism will be the dominant family, and whether the world can truly be peaceful is still a question.
The reason why Confucianism no longer reforms is less worry and more dare not.
Imagine if Confucianism, which has flourished for thousands of years, withered in this generation, how many saints would dare to take responsibility for it?
Moreover, after a thousand years, it may not be true peace, and it will be reviled by scholars of later generations. This kind of price is not a matter of one person, but the rise and fall of the entire Confucianism.
There are also those Confucian sages who are full of passion and are committed to reform. If you open your mouth and keep your mouth shut, you will be damned. If any big monk refuses to accept it, I will beat him until he is convinced!
It's just that Confucianism is not Confucianism for one person after all. Most of the thirty-six sages were worried and disagreed with the reform. They had to proceed step by step and increase slowly, and engraved the rules into this world bit by bit.
It's just that, at least for nearly ten thousand years, mortals in the world will still suffer.
Girl Qinglie sat under the dim yellow candle, propped her head up, feeling drowsy, and finally plopped her little head lightly on the table, falling asleep.
Regarding Zhou Xian, her old teacher, who has passed away, once had a prophecy to her.
Heaven and earth female master.
When the teacher made calculations for her, he also found out a big mystery, saying that there will be a big calamity in her life, the mystery is unknowable, and the only clue is only one sentence, which is vague.
The teacher exhausted himself and wanted to help his only disciple, who is also a closed disciple, to solve the catastrophe in the last years. He knew the future with the top arithmetic of the Yin Yang family, and finally he was able to see that sentence, five simple words.
I give you two punches.
From that day on, the old man who was already old became even older, he always hesitated to speak when looking at Zhou Xian, and finally passed away when she was twelve years old, and it was included in the merit list of the entrance palace.
From then on, there was only one half-grown girl in the academy, walking around alone.
The girl's name is Zhou Xian, she is really free, and she really doesn't like the academy.
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The Taoist temple has a visitor today, a romantic guest with a hairpin, with good etiquette, who came to visit the old sword god of the Taoist temple.
The kitten in his shirt poked its head and looked around.
It was Tao Li who greeted the guest, and said to the romantic guest with a gentle smile: "Master is playing a game with junior brother, if you don't find it troublesome, you can wait."
The romantic man bowed his hands to the middle-aged man, and had heard a little about this sword fairy surnamed Tao. Although he had no famous deeds, he was very good at dealing with people and worthy of Lin Xuan's admiration.
"Boy Lin Xuan, please trouble Tao Jianxian."
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "It's just a trivial matter, come with me."
The two walked slowly towards the courtyard of the Taoist temple, and before they entered, they heard the sound of arguing.
"This step is not counted. I made a mistake. I regret one step. Hey, I regret one step."
"I also made a mistake, and I have to regret it."
"All right."
When the two walked in, they saw the red-faced Taoist and Chen Jiu muttering loudly, playing chess.
Tao Li led Lin Xuan to the side of the two of them, watching quietly.
Lin Xuan was rather curious, presumably this old sword god had excellent sword skills and superb chess skills, so he had to study hard today.
But after a while, he hesitated to speak.
The two of them could take two steps to regret in the next step, among them, the man in green shirt regretted two steps, but found something was wrong, and continued to regret, it was outrageous.
The two stinky chess baskets were still playing with great interest, and praised each other for making a magic move from time to time. They played one after another for more than an hour, and finally a draw was made.
The green shirt guest took the lead in cupping his fists and sighed: "It's really a match."
The red-faced Taoist replied: "I will meet a good talent."
Lin Xuan hesitated to speak.
Chen Jiu cast a glance at him, "Why, Your Excellency also wants to have a game with me?"
He laid out the chess pieces, stretched out his hand and said, "Please play the game, sir."
Lin Xuan's kindness was hard to bear, and he sat opposite, waiting for Chen Jiu to go first.
The green shirt guest was not in a hurry, and asked first: "Your Excellency... how is your chess skill?"
Lin Xuan replied: "It's just average."
An ordinary national player.
Chen Jiu was relieved now, picked up the pieces and played the chess, and shouted, "Let's play a fairy hand first!"
The red-faced Taoist watched the chess, and echoed in a deep voice, "Good chess!"
Tao Li smiled without saying a word.
Lin Xuan grinned.
But after a while, the man in green shirt hurriedly muttered, "Not counting, the wind was too strong, it covered my eyes, I didn't see it, I regret one step, regret one step."
So far, after regretting how many steps, Chen Jiu was killed to the point where he sat sluggishly on the chair. He shook his head, stood up straight, and only said, "It's a loss, it's a loss."
Seeing this, the red-faced Taoist became interested, and wanted to have a plate with Lin Xuan, but every time Lin Xuan wanted to eat his meat, the red-faced Taoist raised his head and looked straight at him.
It's like there is the sharpest sword in the world pointing at you.
Cold sweat dripped from Lin Xuan's back. After a moment of silence, he withdrew his step and left it somewhere else.
The red-faced Taoist slowly killed the romantic guest, and finally stood up, sighing, "My way is very lonely."
He disappeared.
The romantic guest also saw the old sword god, so he resigned immediately, and felt the pure sword intent of the old sword god in a daze along the way.
Chen Jiu couldn't understand why Master won so easily. He looked at Tao Li and asked doubtfully, "Brother, why did Master beat him?"
Tao Li smiled lightly, "Master was too scared."
Chen Jiuyue gradually didn't understand, so why not use this brain teaser?
He sighed and went to practice boxing.
Sitting on the eaves, the villain turned into a mirror, watching the blue-clothed man practicing boxing, took a breath, turned over, and fell into a deep sleep.
Heaven, earth and martial arts are like warm wind, protecting the surroundings of the green-clothed guest, he bowed and boxed his fists, his pupils of golden light glowed slightly, and he punched forward.
The surge of martial arts caused ripples in the void in front of him, like waves on the surface of water, swaying layer by layer.
The man in the blue shirt jumped up, broke half a foot of his head, plunged into it, and then hung in the sky.
Today, there is a guest in blue shirt, who hangs himself on the southeast branch.
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In the darkness, Tao Li fed the koi in the pool, and he was not in a hurry. He slowly sprinkled the bait and looked at the pool quietly.
When the Mohist patriarch built these pools, he wanted to gather water transportation, but for so many years, there was no water transportation.
In fact, the master and he both knew that it wasn't that the ancestor of the Mohist family failed in his craft, but that the water transportation was avoiding it.
Avoid him Tao Li.
Let Tao Li not naturally overwhelm the water transport.
So the red-faced Taoist was not popular, so he ran to beat up the Mohist patriarch.
The middle-aged man finished spreading the bait, stood in the night, and thought of the prophecy about him again.
When the patriarch of the Yin-Yang family said this, the corner of his mouth was bleeding, he looked straight at the middle-aged man, and his words were full of determination.
Tao Lichunfeng died in the night rain in the rivers and lakes.
The middle-aged man looked at the koi in the pond, smiled slightly, and said softly in the night.
"There's nothing wrong with that."
He turned and left.
The piece of wooden hairpin in the hair is illuminated by the light of the moon, and a line of words that has been engraved has been blurred, which is about...
Long-term lovesickness, long-term love.