The old man said it lightly, but Yang Ming could only smile bitterly: "After all, let's talk about reason first..."

He had heard of some of his teacher's deeds when he was young. The teacher at that time was famous for his decisive decisiveness.

"You are exposed to a lot of sour and rotten air."

The old man glanced at the disciple, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes:

"Tomorrow, you have read a lot of classics, history, and literature, but some things are not easy for the wise to put on paper. All the internal stories must be understood by understanding them one by one."

"What the teacher said is, I have written it down."

Yang Ming was respectful.

"I remember it, but I may not be able to listen or do it. Your stubborn personality is three-point similar to my husband back then."

The old man knew his disciple's thoughts and sighed: "You only know that the Master traveled around the countries and traveled all over the world. He was to educate sentient beings and follow them wherever he passed. King Yu treated him with courtesy, but he did not know all kinds of inside stories."

"ah?"

Yang Ming was shocked and couldn't help looking at his teacher. He was naturally extremely curious about the secrets about the Master.

"When King Yu opened thousands of mountains and rivers, he had great achievements in the past. A spiritual yang stick suppressed the world and stabilized the waves of the world. He was the only overlord in the ages. If such an existence was to be treated with him, wouldn't it be simple?"

The old man glanced at the disciple: "If you want to reason with others, the first thing you have to do is that people must listen to your reason."

"Well......"

Yang Ming was speechless, and this was irrefutable.

"In recent years, you have learned how to reason for others. Next, I will learn how to listen to you."

The old man said, lifting the wine pot and pouring two glasses of warm wine, but the tone changed: "Okay, I'm a little tired, so you go back."

Yang Mingxin was a little itchy, but he still straightened his clothes and stepped down respectfully.

"Huanggan wine is made of spiritual tangerines grown from pure water from all over the world. It has a very high quality and is extremely fragrant. It is not as good as the fairy wine. It can be regarded as a unique person in the world. Although pigs are common, their ancestral life is not bad, and you can also drink wine..."

The old man said, lifting the front curtain, looking at the dim night in the wind and snow, leisurely saying, "The snow falls in the night, and the guests come from the east. It is still possible to entertain, but still to entertain."

The old man's voice was still sonorous, but he was very touched in his heart.

With a sound of practice, his mind and nature are clear, and he can see what ordinary people cannot see, and what ordinary people cannot hear. At this moment, he only feels that there is a clear air in the night.

The world is full of dignity, like a mountain in front of you, without seeing the subtle details, just looking at the outline, you already feel that it is not blasphemous.

Who is the person coming?

Huh ~

On a stormy night, the convoy had a moment of commotion, but when he heard the old man's speech, he had to hold back.

Yang Ming is behind, looking into the night.

I saw a man coming from afar in the night. At first, he was extremely far away. When he blinked, he had arrived with the wind and snow. In a flash, the curtain of the carriage had fallen.

With his eyes, he didn't even see the figure or face of the person coming, and he didn't even know whether the person coming was a human, a ghost, a demon or a demon.

I was surprised and worried, "This man is so fast, I'm afraid he has a background. If the teacher kills him, I'm afraid it will be another disaster...'

But the teacher didn't say anything, and he was so brave that he didn't dare to come forward. He had to press down on his worries and serve from afar.

"The wine is good, the food is good, and the people are good."

The wind stopped the curtain and An Qisheng was already sitting opposite the old man. He smelled it gently and knew that the old man in front of him must be a gourmet. Although the wine and food in front of him were simple, all of them were fine.

"Your Mightiness......"

When he looked away, the old man was just aware of his mind and seemed to have some awareness. At this time, An Qisheng sat in front of him. When he stared at him, he suddenly felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

It’s not because the person in front of him is amazing, but because he suddenly feels inexplicable.

Unable to help, one person sat down and the other person stood up.

The carriage where the old man was located was pulled by a strange beast, and it was extremely long and huge. When the old man stood up, it seemed that the car was narrower.

He gazes at An Qi for a moment with a long sleeve in his clothes and bows a long time: "I don't know that Zeng San is rude in front of him."

The small one sees the small one, and the big one sees the big one.

What the rabbit demon saw was completely different from what Zeng San saw, so the former can be careless, while the latter must be serious.

"An came uninvited, it was because I was rude."

Seeing that the old man was so serious, An Qisheng shook his head and stood up and bowed.

Zeng San dodged and shook his head: "If you don't know the identity of the guest, how dare you accept the courtesy lightly?"

An Qisheng did not force him. He wore a white cloth robe with a matte hair, but his hair was meticulous. He was obviously very square. He wanted to refuse back and forth with such a person, and this night was not enough.

The two of them sat down again, looking at each other, their hearts were different, but they had nothing to say for a moment, which made Yang Ming, who served in the car, feel a little anxious.

I wish I could lift the curtain and take a look.

"Confucianism."

Looking at the old man, An Qisheng muttered to himself.

The old man in front of him was not the highest cultivation level he had seen when he came to this world. He was not as good as the big demon Yuanmou under the ground, nor as good as the Riyou God in the Great Sun.

But his mind is extremely pure.

Looking from hundreds of miles away, he could see that the sky here is pure, and all the resentment and darkness were swept away and it would not disperse for a long time.

The person is like a huge magnetic field, extremely pure, repelling, purifying all the alien auras in the world.

And its root qi can also be called Confucian qi.

However, among the countless inspirations in the path of earthly immortals, the most vigorous inspiration is second only to the "Tao, Buddha, God, Demon, Ghost, Evil".

You should know that the earth immortal world has existed for more than 12,000 centuries, and its years are far more than ten thousand times the way of the human world. In today's long years, how many inspirations are derived from the original inspirations?

This Confucian tradition is far less than one in ten thousand years than the six realms. It is an amazing achievement to be able to reach this point.

But he felt far inferior to Zeng San's feelings.

This great scholar with the only fruitful achievements in the Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucianism, here, has the highest level of Confucianism, can observe the popularity and cut off the lifeline of the country.

You can even perceive certain changes in the world in the dark.

But when he looked at the ordinary young man in front of him, who was a demon and a popular young man, he felt that his eyes were blank and he could not see anything.

The man is like a dragon, and his head is not seen in front and his tail is not seen behind.

This kind of record obviously means that the person in front of him has far surpassed himself in his mind and nature.

But this was not the most surprised thing about him. What surprised him the most was that he discovered that his method of cultivating his mind and nature seemed to be incomparable to the people in front of him.

But this person clearly has no Confucian spirit.

"The wine is still warm, but the dishes are about to cool."

An Qisheng picked up the wine glass.

The old man also came to his senses, and his distracting thoughts were all restrained. He picked up the wine glass and drank with An Qisheng: "I'm a little negligent."

The wine is excellent.

The food is excellent, too.

All are made of all things, and the inspiration is just the ingredients, and what they do is to improve the taste of wine and food to the extreme.

Even An Qisheng, who had not eaten the fireworks of the world for a long time, nodded and said, "Good wine and good food."

When the wine and food were in the mouth, Zeng San closed his eyes, chewed it carefully, and slowly savored it.

After a while, I put down my wine glass and chopsticks: "There are too many beauty in the world, and this taste is the most important thing. People regard food as the most important thing. I am reluctant to give up this taste, but I dare not greed for too much. I only drink one sip of wine every day, and eat three sips of food, but I can't accompany you to have fun, but you can eat more."

"The heaven and earth are like mouths, and they are all in it. What's the point of eating more and eating less?"

An Qisheng didn't care.

He has never cared about the desire for his mouth and stomach. He could eat the extremely unpalatable medicinal food many years ago, but if it is good, it will naturally be good.

He hadn't eaten such delicious food for a long time, and he couldn't help but eat a few more bites.

The old man nodded, smiling without saying a word.

He never imposes rules that restrict himself on others unless necessary, and eating and drinking is obviously unnecessary.

Being square is not unchanging, and being smooth is not changing.

Not long after, An Qisheng put down his bowls and chopsticks, saw the old man looking at him, and said it: "I have been here for a while, but I have a lot of doubts in my heart. The old man is a great scholar today, and may be able to solve my doubts."

An Qisheng looked at the old man.

As far as he knows, Confucianism is most likely the only one who has never closed his own house, but this does not mean that Confucianism is not seriously damaged.

The reason is that Confucian monks live a lifespan that is difficult for ordinary people.

The mortals in the earthly world live only three hundred.

No matter how amazing a person is, he will never be able to threaten the fixed order of billions of years in this life span.

"I hope to hear the details."
To be continued...