The place where literati all over the world want to set foot throughout their lives is Ziyunyuan, which is regarded as a sacred place for literature.
An old man with a gray beard was packing his luggage, his face full of unhappiness.
When the scholars on the side saw this, their expressions suddenly changed.
"Teacher, where are you going? You can't leave Ziyunyuan. It will be your turn to take charge of Tianxuan Cave soon! If you leave, big trouble will happen!"
The old man with a gray beard turned around and glanced warily at the group of elderly scholars beside him. These people were everywhere in the Yuan Dynasty and they were all great scholars who could shake up the government and the public.
But now he follows him like a student admonishing his teacher to think before he acts.
Just because this man is the leader of today's literati in the world and the only literary saint in the world.
All literati and scholars in the world are students of saints. Regardless of whether they are named by saints or not, they still need to be called teacher with respect, and those who are masters are the first.
"I've been a little upset lately and want to go out for a walk." The saint picked up his luggage and walked towards the door under the gaze of all the great scholars.
The great scholars all moved out of the way, not daring to block this person's journey.
But this does not mean that they agreed, but followed behind him.
"Teacher, you want to go out for a walk. We have no objection, but why do you want to bring a ruler?" A great scholar pointed to the corner of the saint's ruler exposed in the bag.
The old man turned around and glared at the great scholar who had just spoken, "Go back and copy "Gentleman" a hundred times."
Then he calmly put a corner of the saint's ruler back into his bag and wrapped it completely.
The great scholar's expression twitched. He hadn't copied a book in many years.
But he still put his hands together in a salute, lowered his head and bowed in response: "Yes."
With the previous lesson in mind, a group of Confucian students followed their teacher silently along the way.
If the sage goes east, they will go east; if the sage goes west, they will go west.
In short, no matter what, follow closely.
Finally, it seemed that he was impatient with the following. The saint turned around and scolded them: "If you don't study hard, why are you following a bad old man like me all day long?"
"Teacher, students want to serve the teacher." One of the younger Confucians said.
"The same is true for us." All the other great scholars said the same thing.
The saint looked at the crowd and bent down to salute. He pointed at the young scholar who had just spoken and said, "Why did I accept a student like you who doesn't know how to adapt? I abide by my duties and work conscientiously every day. I only know how to read your dead book and abide by it." What's the use of your damn rules?
When your junior brother was bullied, you just sat idly by and just held your crappy book all day long, reading and reading! What is the use?
When will you have one-tenth of the head of your little junior sister, I will thank God! "
"You, senior brother, are noble and awesome. Okay, it's your junior brother's misfortune!"
"But I, as a teacher, don't agree! Just allow that disciple in the northwest who almost covers the sky with one hand and is a bad swordsman to show off his power, so that my miserable disciple can only swallow it in his stomach after being bullied. I One disagrees!
Look at how irrelevant this matter is to you, how much you are hanging up on me, my miserable disciple was pushed to that position by you in the first place, but now that he is being bullied, you can pick him off one by one! "
Of all the students, this saint loved the new junior sister the most, followed by the registered disciple who was the least intelligent and stupidest and the only registered disciple.
However, he has never been treated as a registered disciple.
The young scholar said: "Teacher, junior brother, before he went to Jiangnan, didn't you already tell him that he would encounter a lot of troubles and encounter many difficulties during his trip, and he might even have his Taoist heart damaged because of this, and he would not be able to enter half of the world for the rest of his life? Step?
But if you can overcome these hardships, you may be able to ascend to the throne in the future.
So I ask my junior brother to stick to his true intentions, figure it out slowly, and when encountering difficulties, don’t ask you for advice unless it’s absolutely necessary? "
"This has just begun, why are you so anxious?"
The saint's eyes were bulging with anger. Are you a saint, or am I a saint?
With a blow of his beard, Shoucheng threw his luggage on the ground and took out the saint's ruler hidden in the luggage.
He simply didn't cover it up and took it out in front of everyone.
The great scholars were even more anxious, and the sage added the sage ruler.
This is going to cause a huge commotion!
"I don't care. Anyway, I don't have any other skills in Ziyun Academy, I just protect my shortcomings! I'll put it here today. I have to find a fight between two people. I'll see who of you dares to stop me!"
Everyone looked at the ruler in the saint's hand and cautiously withdrew their eyes.
This ruler was used by saints and sages of all ages. It contains endless literary luck. If you touch it even slightly, your cultivation level may plummet.
No one can use it except the saints of all ages.
Seeing that the saint had made up his mind, everyone could not dissuade him, so they had to let him go.
"I dare to ask teacher, besides the general from the northwest, who else would you want to fight with?"
"I don't know! This secret can't be revealed even if it's undercover."
Everyone: "..."
Co-author: You don’t know who to fight with? ! !
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In Jiangnan City, the saint's registered disciple was a little depressed.
Unexpectedly, the first big setback he encountered was not a natural disaster, nor was it a person on the reward list, nor was it a dispute in the court.
Instead, he was given a real lesson.
He gently touched the corner of his eye. Although there was no trace of injury, it still felt a little painful.
But what did that person mean?
He is very old-fashioned, and those who don't know him think he is his senior.
Song Xingguo did not return to the Yamen immediately. There seemed to be some kind of guidance for him to go west.
"Boom!"
Suddenly there was a loud thunder, like the roar of heaven and earth, and the sound was deafening.
Under the gray curtain of day and dark clouds, lightning tore cracks in the sky, as if a heavy rain was about to come.
Song Xingguo trotted and hid under the eaves.
But the rain never came.
Song Xingguo accidentally looked up and saw mud-roofed houses rising from the ground. The walls made of mud were filled with potholes here and there, as if they had been gouged out by humans.
Then look down, from near to far, from top to bottom.
A woman with a sallow complexion and pale lips held a child in her arms.
Gently open the child's mouth and feed him the dirt he just dug out of the mud wall.
Song Xingguo opened his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he looked in the direction of the woman again, and saw that the people in the entire alley were like this, as if they were used to it.
He was so shocked at this moment that he took two steps back and leaned against the wall, causing some soil to fall off.
It fell to the ground with a crackle.
This is Jiangnan!
The richest city in the world.
This was completely different from the description he saw handed over by his subordinates. They were worlds apart.
A flash of lightning flashed, followed by thunder.
Raindrops as big as beads fell down.
Ta Ta Ta.
Ring after ring.
