Chapter 580 The old scholar sits in the middle

Die Zhang looked outside the shop and was a little surprised. There were not many scholars on this side of the Jian Qi Great Wall. There were no schools here, so there were no teachers. With her background like Die Zhang, the knowledge of the children in the back alleys The writing and writing depend on some large and small, crooked stone tablets, standing casually in the corners of the streets and alleys. I recognize a few words every day. As time goes by, if I really study hard, I can also read books. As for more knowledge, there won’t be any.

Although Ning Yao has never met Literary Saint, he vaguely guessed the identity of the old gentleman. He didn’t feel deeply at the moment. The only feeling he had was that when he traveled around the world with him, some things that had not been completely banned from books were The portraits of the literary saint looked really different. Those books were similar. Whether it was a bust or a standing portrait, the literary saint was painted in an imposing manner. Now it seems that he is actually a thin old man.

Diezhang was a little confused, and Ning Yao said, "Let's talk about ourselves and leave them alone."

Outside, there was an unexpected reunion after a long absence.

Chen Pingan said nothing except a smile.

The old scholar turned to look at the two little girls in the shop and asked softly: "Which one?"

Chen Pingan whispered: "The one who looks better."< /p>

The old scholar was so pleased that he clenched his fist in front of his chest and extended his thumb.

Chen Pingan asked the old man to wait, went inside to say hello to Diezhang, and moved the chairs and stools out. Hearing Diezhang say that there were no dishes to accompany the wine, he asked Ning Yao if he could help buy some. Yao nodded, and quickly went to a nearby restaurant to bring a food box. In addition to a few dishes and dishes, there were also cups and bowls. Chen Ping'an and the old man were already sitting on the small bench, using the chair as a wine table, which seemed a bit awkward. Funny, Chen Pingan stood up, wanted to take the food box, and opened it himself, but Ning Yao glared at her. She laid out the dishes, put down the wine bowl, put the food box aside, and then said to the old scholar, Please drink slowly, Mr. Wen Sheng. The old scholar had already stood up and stood with Chen Ping'an. Now he was smiling from ear to ear. The so-called happiness was nothing more than that.

Ning Yao called Diezhang to leave the shop and went for a walk together.

The old scholar snorted, took a sip of wine, shuddered, and took a deep breath, "I have been working so hard, and I finally feel like a god."

Chen Pingan drank slowly and looked at the old gentleman with a smile, who seemed to have not changed much.

The old scholar picked up a pair of chopsticks to accompany the wine and food. Seeing that Chen Pingan was silent, he raised the chopsticks in his hand and said vaguely: "Move the chopsticks, move the chopsticks. You can't just learn how to drink. You can't drink without eating the food and wine." , I got bored. I was poor at that time and could only rely on the books of sages to accompany my wine. Cui Chan, that little bastard, was stubborn at first and mistakenly thought that drinking and reading at the same time was really an elegant thing. I’m following the same example, but who knew that if I had money in my pocket, I would already have dishes on the wine table, damn the sages’ books.”

You can only scold the person who scolds you the most. Say the most reasonable thing.

Chen Pingan folderI took a chopstick of the dish, chewed it carefully, and took a sip of the wine, very skillfully.

It’s not that I have nothing to say, but that I don’t know how to speak, what I can and cannot say.

The old scholar took down his chopsticks like flying and kept drinking, which made Ning Yao buy enough.

The old man’s wine bowl was empty, so Chen Pingan bent down and reached out to help pour the wine.

After finishing the food and drinking the wine, Chen Pingan put the wine bowl and dishes back into the food box, and the old scholar wiped the wine-stained soup on the chair with his sleeves.

In an instant, it landed at the door of the store.

The old scholar asked: "Why are you here?"

The left and right replied: "The student wants to see Mr. more."

The old scholar pointed Pointing to the empty chair, he said with an angry smile: "You have the best swordsmanship, so why don't you sit here?"

Glancing at Chen Pingan from left to right, Chen Pingan had to give up his small bench and walk around. chair and walked to the old scholar.

The old scholar could only sit on the chair, and then Chen Pingan took his seat.

The old scholar asked: "Do you two recognize each other as brothers?"

The left and right said: "I don't think so."

Chen Pingan said: " Same thing."

The old scholar sitting on the chair was of course partial to his closed disciple, so he slapped the short man on the left and right sides of his head, "Why did you become a senior brother? You are just studying under a teacher. What can you do? How many years have you been a bachelor? Apart from anything else, our literary sage lineage is now relying on your junior brother to carry a sword! , Running around, can I help you warm your bed, or serve you tea and water?"

Chen Pingan said: "Senior Zuo was on the top of the city earlier, planning to teach the juniors swordsmanship. "Senior Zuo was worried that the junior's level was too low, so he was in a difficult situation."

Without any suspense, he was slapped again, with a dark look on his face, thinking that when Mr. left the Sword Qi Great Wall, I would be fine. No more trouble.

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Ping An added: "But when Senior Zuo first met Mr. Yao, he still gave me The younger man supported me."

The old scholar said oh, turned his head, and wrote lightly: "That slap just now was the wrong one. You and I, you didn't even explain it. It's been like this since I was a child. I'll correct it in the future. If I hit you wrongly, I won't hold grudges, sir? If I feel wronged, remember to say it out. If you know your mistakes, you can correct them. There is no way to do better. That's what I said back then. He pulled out a basketful of profound truths, which made the Buddhists and Taoists stunned, right?"

Sir, of course, they are all right. So he kept silent, but decided to teach the boy two sword fights. One session would definitely not be enough.

Chen Pingan suddenly said: "The deputy mountain master of Shanya Academy has always missed Mr...."

This is the first time that Chen Pingan calls Mr. Wen Sheng, Jian. Simple sir.

The old scholar burped abruptly, pricked up his ears, and pretended to be confused: "Who, what? Say it again."

Rolling his eyes left and right.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Senior Brother Mao misses you very much."

The old scholar turned around, leaned on the handle of the chair, looked at Chen Pingan, and said with a smile: "Xiaodong Ah, I am most willing to use the stupidest methods to teach and educate people. I am very patient and most like me. But when I am stubborn, I will lose my mind and cannot turn around. I just had to put Mao Xiaodong in a sack without being tied up. Once he was in the Liji Academy, I gave up my old face and tried to help him establish a good relationship in private, but I refused to go. As a teacher, there was nothing I could do. ”

Chen Ping'an replied: "I didn't even read a book back then. Why do I recognize you just because you are a literary sage? Does that mean that if the sages and saints appear in front of me, I will accept them if they are willing to accept them? I have read the books of the three religions and hundreds of schools of thought, and I have finally decided that my husband is the best in knowledge. ."

I was stunned for a long time.

I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people. Chen Ping'an, your kid's family runs a moral shop, right?

Three games!

The old scholar kicked the left and right, "What are you doing? Bring me some wine."

The left and right said helplessly: "Sir, I don't like drinking, let alone Chen Ping'an. There are plenty of them."

"Sir, you are a bachelor, so you don't have to worry about money or anything."

The old scholar used a serious tone to convince people. , Xunxun said seductively: "Your junior brother is different. He has his own family and is about to marry a wife. How much will it cost? Back then, you helped your husband manage the money. Don't you know how hard it is to support a family? Come up with something. Senior brother's demeanor, don't let others look down upon our lineage. If you don't honor your husband with wine, go and scream at the top of the city and say that you are Chen Ping'an's senior brother, in case your husband is not here. "Here, your junior brother is being bullied."

You are pretending to be deaf and dumb.

During my school career, this was the biggest protest against my husband.

Chen Pingan took out two bottles of wine from the nearby objects and handed them both to the old scholar.

They were all glutinous rice wine from Longquan’s hometown, and all the wine from the Immortal family was given to the man holding the sword who was the gatekeeper at Daixuan Mountain.

The old scholar handed a pot to the left and right.

I didn’t refuse either.

Chen Pingan took out a pot himself.

The old scholar asked with a smile: "Left and right, how does it taste?"

Left and left could only say as few unconscionable words as possible, "It's okay."

Old scholar shakes his headHe raised his head and tutted: "This is what someone who doesn't know how to drink would say."

The old scholar turned to look at Chen Pingan.

As expected, the old scholar was not disappointed.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "The best taste is the free drink."

The old scholar laughed.

After laughing for a long time, he found Chen Pingan looking at him.

The old scholar coughed a few times and said, "Don't worry, I will ask your senior brother to treat you to a drink in the future. On this side of the Great Sword Qi Wall, as long as you drink, it doesn't matter if you drink alone or with friends, all will be recorded." On top of the name Zuo Zuo..."

Zuo Zuo sighed, "I know."

The old scholar shouted "Zuo Zuo" again.

The people around him already said: "I won't be wronged."

The old scholar was satisfied.

While Chen Pingan was drinking, he always felt that the more this happened, the more difficult the next days would be for him.

Unexpectedly, the old scholar has already said understandingly: "Your senior brother is still good at swordsmanship, but if you are not willing to learn, you don't need to learn. If you want to learn, you don't need to learn.

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If you think you should teach it, just tell your senior brother, he won't go too far."

He said, "You can start learning. ."

Chen Pingan said immediately: "Don't worry."

Lean forward and stare at Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan looked at the old scholar.

The old scholar understood the idea, and immediately reached out to hold down the left and right heads, pushed them back, and taught him a lesson: "Give way, little junior brother."

The left and right began to drink heavily.

It’s strange that Wen Sheng seems to be the most rude to several direct disciples in his sect, but this disciple is always the one who stays with him the most and stays with him.

Even registered disciples like Mao Xiaodong are puzzled by this.

It’s just that Senior Brother Zuo is too withdrawn. Mao Xiaodong and Ma Zhan actually don’t dare to take the initiative to talk to Zuo.

At that time, Cui Chan, who had not deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors, was the dazzling first disciple of the literary saint, eclipsing all the academies, gentlemen and sages in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, with high knowledge and cultivation. As a senior, his chess skills are extremely high, and he is often scolded by both sides without replying. As for whether Cui Han was unwilling or did not dare at that time, Mao Xiaodong and the others were destined to have no chance to know the answer.

As for the knowledge of the left and right, the direct descendants of the literary sages are enough to explain everything.

It’s a pity that it was covered up by his swordsmanship.

So when people talk about late-blooming swordsmen, they only talk about whether their swordsmanship is very high, extremely high, or the best in the world.

Many people will even forget his identity as a disciple of the Literary Sage.

One person can overwhelm all the innate sword embryos in the world, this is Zuo Zuo.

But the man sitting on the small bench at the door of the small shop today, in the eyes of the old scholar, has never beenHe was just the tall young man with clear eyes. When he came to the door, he said that he had no money, but wanted to read the books of sages and learn some principles. He owed money, and if he recognized him as a husband, he would pay it back in the future. But if he studied, he would pass the exam. If the No. 1 scholar helps your husband recruit more disciples, then he won't pay back the money.

The young man said this very seriously at that time.

At that time, he was a poor scholar who was not too old. He had not yet become an old scholar, let alone a literary saint. He had just published a book and had some money, so he was not so short of money that he could not eat. After drinking, he agreed, thinking that it would be outrageous for Cui Han not to have a junior disciple by his side, not to mention that the poor scholar felt that his biggest wish in this life was to have students all over the world. It would be a good thing to have a first disciple and a second disciple. You can't reach a thousand miles even if you accumulate silicon, it's a good sentence that I figured out by myself. At that time, a man with only a scholar's reputation really didn't think too much, nor did he think too far. He even thought that there were many peaches and plums in the world. It's just an out-of-reach thought, just like when you're in a back alley, drinking a pound and a half of the liquor you bought at home, and thinking about the fine wine sold by the pot in those big restaurants.

Many years ago, I can still vaguely remember that there was a restaurant owner whose little daughter seemed extremely beautiful.

Seeing it from a distance is like drinking fine wine. Don't look at it too much, it will make you intoxicated.

So there was a book written by a great Confucian sage in later generations to lecture the old man. He wrote the old man in a sanctimonious and too old-fashioned way, and edited a lot of the original meaning, which made the old scholar very angry. Human beings are not grass and trees, how can they be ruthless, not to mention that grass and trees can turn into spirits, humans are not saints, how can they be without faults, not to mention saints can also make mistakes, let alone ordinary people, we should not expect to be saints and saints everywhere. If this kind of knowledge becomes the only one, it is not It draws the scholar closer to the sages, but gradually pushes them further away. The old scholar then went to the Confucian Temple to reason with him, and the other party was very stubborn. Anyway, I listened to what you said, but he refused to quarrel with the old scholar and never said a word.

But it was such a saint who was suspected of being unkind, but at the cost of exhausting his own cultivation, he forcibly held up the entrance to the pass for the vast world until he was old. The scholar and the scholar holding the sword appeared in front of him side by side. The scholar finally put down his burden and died quietly. He gave the old scholar a knowing smile and passed away, completely distraught, with no future life to speak of.

Life just happens suddenly.

Look at each other and smile, never go against your heart.

The old scholar finished a bottle of wine, did not get up and left the chair in a hurry, hugged the wine bottle with both hands, and basked in the sunshine of other countries.

Left and right said softly: "Sir, you can leave now, otherwise the great Ascension Realm demons in this world may come together to stop you from leaving."

Chen Ping'an was about to get up. say.

The old scholar raised his hand and pressed it gently, "No need to say anything, sir. You know everything. Sir, I have a lot to say, so I won't say more to you for the time being."

The old scholar leaned against his back. The chair, with a relaxed attitude, murmured to himself: "Sit a little longer. There are already many sirIn this year, there are no more two students sitting next to me at the same time. ”

Two students, one on the left and one on the right, with the gentleman sitting in the middle.

Finally, the two students around the gentleman are not alone.

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