Sword of Coming

The top of Suishan.

The golden-armored god said helplessly: "If you continue to waste your time like this, I wonder how you will get along in the future. How long have you been holding off on the heavy-duty high priest? No matter how much he admired your fallacies in the past, he will all waste his time on you." I feel good about it."

The old scholar sat cross-legged and rubbed his ears with his hands, "It's going to rain. My mother wants to get married, so let him go."

The golden-armored god said slowly: "According to the news, something is not right at the Longhu Mountain Patriarch Hall. The Fire Dragon Master from Luzhou in Beiju seemed to have helped him after he handed over the sword. It’s a waste of time.”

The old scholar smiled and said: "How do you know that in the eyes of others, a huge bad thing is not the result that this Great Celestial Master from Longhu Mountain wants?"

The golden-armored god just mentioned it casually. Not to mention a great celestial master with a foreign surname, he was the great celestial master of the Longhu Mountain Celestial Master's Mansion. What he did, the great lord of Suishan, was also completely indifferent.

However, the three great scholars of the academy, who all belong to the third lineage of Confucianism, encountered obstacles one by one with Bai Ze, the proud scholar, and the old scholar. They either returned without success or could not even see each other, even Suishan Dayake. God, he will also feel worried.

Because the matter is too big and involves the most fundamental trend of the world.

The old scholar said: "Compared to other major cultural backgrounds, my students are very few. I have no choice but to be picky and no one can compare with me..."

The golden-armored god sneered: "Just tell me such nonsense, is it interesting?"

The old scholar nodded and said, "It's more interesting than telling it to me alone."

The golden-armored god kept his mouth shut.

The old scholar was a little disappointed when he saw that this guy didn't quarrel with him, so he had to continue: "Boss, Cui Chan is the most talented and likes to get into trouble. This is the best attitude for learning. But Cui Chan is too smart. He treats the world like this. It’s pessimistic, and it’s been that way from the beginning.”

"Let's talk about the third child first. Qi Jingchun has the best knowledge. He is not just the tallest. Even I, as a gentleman, would praise him as 'all-encompassing and magnificent'. If it were not for a gentleman like me, but for the ceremony If you are of the lineage of a saint or a sub-sage, your achievements may be higher. Qi Jingchun is optimistic about the world.'

‘Speaking of the second child, he is the most stubborn, but actually he is very nice, very nice. When I was still living a poor life in the back streets, I asked him to take care of my money. It was much more effective than me, a gentleman who couldn't hold my money. Cui Chan said he wanted to buy chess records, Qi Jingchun said he wanted to buy books, and A Liang said he wanted to drink. Can I not give him the money? As skinny as I am, I will definitely try to make myself look fat. I can rest assured that I can take care of my money. His qualifications, talents, talents, and temperaments are not the best among his disciples, but he is the most balanced one, and he is born with determination. Therefore, even if he learns sword very late, he is really too fast, yes, It was just too fast, so fast that I even panicked. He was afraid that he would become the first Fourteenth Realm sword cultivator in the world in thousands of years. What to do then? Even though this guy is far away from the world, Zuo Zuo is the one who is most afraid of loneliness. Although he has been away from the world and wandering on the sea for more than a hundred years, what is Zuo Zuo's real thoughts? Or in my husband, or in his junior brother... What gentleman wouldn't like such a disciple? "

"I still remember that there was a great scholar who scolded me... it was indeed a bit sinister and immoral. How can I argue with him? He is just a small academy saint who doesn't even have the qualifications to accompany the priest. If I ran to follow such a A junior had a quarrel, which was too shameful. Zuo Zuo sneaked over and beat her until she cried for father and mother. Zuo Zuo was so honest that he stupidly admitted it and even came back to me to admit his mistake. Wrong, you don’t know how to beat someone with your face covered? Afterwards, you put oil on the soles of your feet and refuse to admit it. What can you do? Come and beat me. Can you beat me? Even if you can beat me, if you don’t admit it, then what will happen? Can the deputy leader of Pulse beat you to death? He can beat you to death, but I can't beat him to death? Well, so the left and right are still short-sighted. What else can I, a bitter teacher, do? After all, Xiao Qi They are still looking at me, so let me punish you. I will lead you around to apologize to people, and I have to do this and that, and make compensation after compensation. It’s annoying.”

The golden-armored god said in confusion: "If you are willing to admit your mistakes to you, how can you be willing to apologize to others?"

The old scholar rolled his eyes and said: "Of course I made it clear to you and me in private. I beat you so lightly. How did you become a disciple of the Literary Sage? Why did you give your master such a bad breath? After saying this, you and I nodded silently. I thought it was right and said I would pay attention to it in the future.”

The golden-armored god smiled and said, "I'm convinced."

The old scholar sighed, "As for the fourth child, it's more complicated. He can only be regarded as half a disciple. It's not that I don't recognize him. It's because he thinks he has a bad background and doesn't want to cause trouble for me, so he doesn't recognize me. This is why he doesn't recognize me." One thing, the reasons are different, but the result is still very similar to my retreating disciple. In addition, the registered disciples and the others all have their own merits."

"Among them, Mao Xiaodong is the most like me when it comes to preaching, teaching, and solving doubts as a teacher. Of course, his knowledge is still not as high as mine. He does everything according to the rules, and he is far away from the old man's so-called "doing what you want." Moment, there is still some distance. It is a pity that others cannot criticize this kind of thing. They can only figure it out and figure it out by themselves. The Buddhist teachings from Han Dynasty are excellent. On this matter, Taoism is not enough That’s good…”

The old scholar did not go on in detail, did not talk to higher places, and changed the topic, "When I quarrel with others, I never think that I am right and good. I have to know the good and bad of others. Otherwise, I will quarrel. What? I said I was happy and full of knowledge, but where did it end up? The most fearful thing about knowledge is that it will become rootless water, falling from the sky, high up, and looking powerful. Apart from a few words of praise from the scholars themselves, what is the meaning? It does not touch the ground. If we don’t repay the land, we don’t really benefit the people, and we don’t give them big baskets or small baskets like “I have a safe place to put all the sufferings in my life,” I just stuff some papers and articles into them. People mistakenly believe that only sages are qualified to preach the truth, which will tire people to death, so how can they expect to achieve enlightenment?"

The old scholar stood up, stooped, looked into the distance, and murmured: "Nature is inherently good, right? Great goodness. But there is a very embarrassing question here. Since human nature is inherently good, why is the world so complicated? The power of Confucian enlightenment , what exactly did you teach? Did you teach people to be evil? So what should I do? The old man and the Li Sheng were waiting, and then finally it came to me. I said that human nature is evil, and within a religion, we need to learn from each other and repair each other. The key is that I can still stand and speak the truth well, so I became a literary sage. But another more embarrassing question arises. Looking at it from an outsider like you, do you think the theory of inherent evil in nature can become a Confucian? It doesn’t matter if it’s one of the cultural lines, but can it really become the main line of our Confucianism?”

The old scholar asked himself and answered: "Absolutely not possible."

The old scholar raised his thumb and pointed at his heart, "I think so myself."

There was silence for a long time.

The golden-armored godman gave a rare sigh, with some regret.

The old scholar didn't put away his thumb, and suddenly sighed: "Thinking about it this way, I am really a sage, a hero, and a very powerful person."

The golden-armored god never said a word.

The old scholar turned his head and said helplessly: "Why don't you refute me a few words, so that I can convince others with reason."

The golden-armored god said calmly: "I won't give you such a chance at all."

The old scholar snorted and said happily: "It seems that I have convinced others with my virtue."

The golden-armored god took a deep breath.

otherwise?

The old scholar suddenly said seriously: "Don't rush me to leave. I also want to learn from Bai Ze and the most frustrated scholar. Wait a minute. Although I don't know what they are thinking, I also want to wait and see."

The golden-armored god asked: "What if you wait until the end and make a mistake? Do you not regret it?"

The old scholar clasped his hands behind his back, squinted his eyes and sneered: "Regret? From me, the gentleman, to these disciples who entered the house, regardless of their respective choices, regret? None!"

On top of the golden arch bridge.

The sword was inserted into the bridge railing, and the sword tip and a small part of the sword body were already submerged in it. Sparks flew everywhere, extremely gorgeous.

The woman sitting aside put the tung leaf umbrella across her knees. She stood up, opened the seemingly flat oil-paper umbrella, and looked up. In a flash, only the tung leaf umbrella was hovering in place. .

She came to a blessed place in one step, right at the mouth of a well.

The "conveniently given" tung leaf umbrella naturally has a profound meaning, but the original owner gave it as a gift, and the new owner may not live to discover the truth one day.

But what does this have to do with the original owner? It is a calculation, but it is not a calculation. It can be explained, but it cannot be explained.

Almost instantly, a tall old Taoist man came to her side and said with a smile: "Long time no see."

She ignored it, looked around, nodded and said: "At the moment, it's already a pretty generous move."

The old Taoist laughed and said, "How else can we discuss Taoism with the Taoist ancestors?"

She glanced at him.

The old Taoist looked calm.

She stared at a certain place in this blessed land of lotus flowers, seemed to have some realization, and said with a smile: "You have not forgotten your roots."

The old Taoist laughed heartily and said, "Follow the trend and with a little effort, you can turn the world upside down and make a continent sink."

She frowned.

The old Taoist sighed: "After all, today is not the same as it used to be."

She shook her head, "It's just that I changed my master."

The old Taoist said nothing.

Even he couldn't comment on this matter.

She asked: "Just such a small piece of land?"

The old Taoist smiled and said, "There really can't be any more."

She seemed to have lost interest and returned disappointed, then she disappeared, returned to her own world, and put away the tung leaf umbrella.

The old Taoist stood by the well, looking down and staring at the faint well water.

The old Taoist retracted his gaze and looked up at the sky, "This is the meeting ceremony for me to return to the world of Qingming, how about it?"

In the small lotus cave connected to the lotus flower paradise, there is an old man who is still looking at a drop of water, watching it fall on the uneven lotus leaves. The size of the water drop is like an ordinary raindrop, but there are many A lotus leaf can be as big as the peaks of mountains, and even bigger, it can be as big as a state of the world's dynasty. Therefore, the veins of a lotus leaf may be tens of miles or hundreds of miles long, so a small drop of water Depending on the trend of beads and where they will end up, waiting for that result to appear will inevitably be an extremely long process.

The old man was not in any hurry.

The years are long and time flies by.

It's just that as the biggest rule in the world, even the mighty river of time must take a detour when it flows past the old man.