Strange world, I can seal the gods

Chapter 28 Old Confucian Scholar

Hearing this, the little Taoist quickly shook his head: "I promised the second lady, but I dare not say it."

"My stick turned out to be the top three sticks." Cui Yu looked at Zhang Jiao thoughtfully. He suspected that the little Taoist priest had tampered with the stick and wanted to extort more money from him. Is it a method commonly used by people in the arena?
Cui Yu looked the little Taoist up and down, and the little Taoist explained in a serious manner: "It's auspicious, you should count one, five, seven, and the year, month, and day of Haimaowei, and the azimuth is due east."

Cui Yu was stunned when he heard this, isn't the direction due east the direction of Li Family Village?
As for the time, he couldn't understand.

"It's beyond words! Believers are beyond words!" Zhang Jiao kept praising him.

Cui Yu looked at Zhang Jiao in front of him, his gaze swung back and forth between Zhang Jiao and the lottery holder, hesitating in his heart.

"This is a bowl of golden sand, please accept it with a smile." Cui Yu still didn't say much, took out a bowl of golden sand from his sleeve, and handed it to the little Taoist priest opposite.

Seeing Jinsha's eyes brighten up, the little Taoist quickly reached out to catch Jinsha, and stuffed it into his sleeve.

"Believers." Seeing that Cui Yu was about to leave, the little Taoist said hesitantly.

"Is there something else for the Taoist priest?" Cui Yu stopped in his tracks.

Although that lottery is good, it needs hundreds of millions of strange powers, and the lottery can't give itself feedback for such a long time, so it must be extremely slow to produce strange power.

就算一天诞生一缕，那一年也才360五缕。十年三千六百，100年三万六千。1000年才36万。1万年才360万，10万年才三千600万。

He has to wait 30 years!

The vicissitudes of time have changed, and the world will be gone by then.

Moreover, he could feel that the stick seems to be integrated with the little Taoist priest's body, and has been refined by the little Taoist priest and has become a treasure of the little Taoist priest.

"Your mother loves spiritual things. Xiaodao's lottery is an ancestral item. Although it cannot be given away, it can be enshrined by your mother for a period of time." Zhang Jiao looked at Cui Yu with compassion in his eyes.

Zhang Jiao is really hungry!
In this world, why is it so difficult to make a living?
He hasn't eaten for three days!

If Cui Yu hadn't changed his mind, he would have sold the tube long ago.

Seeing that Cui Yu's family background is good, he must be from a wealthy family if he still has the money to come to the martial arts hall to practice martial arts in this world.If the mother of the other party enshrines the lottery, it is only natural to go to eat by yourself, right?

Moreover, Cui Yu said earlier that he was asking the immortals, which really made him think.Can I follow along for a while?
"Can you?" Cui Yu smiled.

"Of course I can. I have grown up in my family!" Zhang Jiao nodded hastily.

Of course, eating is one of them. The most important thing is that Cui Yu has won the lottery three times in a row. Zhang Jiao has been in the rivers and lakes for seven or eight years, but he has never encountered such a strange thing.

And he also knows that his own lottery is not an ordinary thing, such as the information that appears in his mind.

But unusual is unusual, this thing can't be eaten as a meal?

You can't give him the magic way, the ability to fly around, just tell him how to solve the lottery, what can he do?
Taoist priests have to eat too.

Cui Yu had won the lottery three times, and he also wanted to know what kind of luck it was.

"Okay, then there will be Daoist Lao." Cui Yu smiled.

"Let's go eat?" Zhang Jiao looked at Cui Yu, and his stomach suddenly gurgled.

Cui Yu smiled, and glanced at the restaurant not far away: "Go eat."

The two entered the restaurant, each ordered a large bowl of noodles, and then ate vulgarly.

After eating, Cui Yu asked Xiao Er for a while, and then rushed towards Baicao Hall.

Baicaotang is indeed very famous, at least in Daliang City.

There is an old Confucian student in Baicaotang who specializes in teaching civilian characters. Do you think it is strange?
"You want to go to Baicao Hall?" Zhang Jiao held the stick, stretched his bulging belly, and followed Cui Yu closely.

"The Taoist priest knows about Baicaotang?" Cui Yu asked without looking back.

"Of course I know, who doesn't know that weird old Confucian scholar in Baicaotang." Zhang Jiao shook his head: "Specially teaching knowledge to common people's children is simply the first of its kind in the world."

Writing is a sharp weapon only nobles can master. Isn't it strange that this old Confucian scholar wants to teach the common people's children?
"Then there must be a lot of students in Baicao Hall." Cui Yu asked.

"Not many, the old Confucian scholar only has three apprentices. Think about it, common people are busy with their livelihoods, how can they have time to attend classes?" Zhang Jiao said.

Cui Yu was taken aback.

Some people teach, but no one listens to it. It is really a sad world.

"Is the Daoist able to read?" Cui Yu suddenly asked at the scene where the little Taoist unwrapped the stick.

"I can't read." Zhang Jiao shook his head without thinking.

Cui Yu looked surprised.

"As soon as I took the lottery, the information about that lottery automatically appeared in my mind." Zhang Jiao didn't hide anything.

Illiteracy is illiteracy. If you pretend to be literate, you will be exposed.

When Cui Yu heard this, he suddenly realized: It really is a magical thing.

That stick was really unusual.

The two of them walked all the way, and after more than half an hour, they came to the south of the city, in a small and inconspicuous alley, and the sound of reading aloud came from afar through the alley.

The alleys are simple and full of debris.

Chicken coops and rabbit coops were piled up together, and an unpleasant smell blew through the scorching wind, making the little Taoist beside him cover his nose vigorously: "Here we are! The alley is the home of the old Confucian scholar."

Cui Yu ignored the little Taoist priest's words, and repeatedly failed to smell the unpleasant stench, but stood quietly outside the alley, quietly listening to the sound of reading in his ears.

The sound of reading is old, but the yin and yang are frustrating. It seems to contain a certain unique rhythm. It seems that the four seasons of the world and the laws of yin and yang are contained in it, which makes people unable to resist sinking.

After about a cup of tea, the sound of reading stopped, Cui Yu came back to his senses, still immersed in the charm of the past.

"He is learned." Cui Yu walked into the alley.

The alley is two meters wide, and there are more than a dozen families living there. There are chicken coops and rabbit coops on one side, which looks a bit narrow.

After walking through the gates of each house, Cui Yu finally stopped in front of a dilapidated gate.

The gate was not closed, a shed was built in the yard, and an old man with white beard and hair stood under the shed.

The old man is full of energy, his muscles and bones are strong, his blood is strong, and the loud reading sound that crossed the hundred-meter alley before was made by the old man.

Three students are more interesting.

A man in his 20s was holding a crude long sword in his arms. The scabbard was mottled with time, and the color had long since faded.The man was wearing a blue shirt and had an ordinary face. He was sitting there with his eyes closed and holding a sword in his arms, as if he had fallen asleep.

The other was in his 30s, holding a vermilion gourd in his hand, looking at the book in his hand with a sad face, and took a sip from the gourd from time to time, and the faint smell of wine echoed in the yard.

There is also a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl with a weak temperament, who is sitting in the front with a serious look, looking down at the book in her hand and saying nothing.

Cui Yu was stunned when he saw the strange combination in the yard.

Sure enough, extraordinary people do extraordinary things.

Cui Yu saw the old Confucian scholar, and the old Confucian scholar also saw Cui Yu.

The man who was drinking turned his head, quickly dropped the textbook in his hand, turned his head and said: "Are you here to learn from a teacher outside the door?"

"Exactly." Cui Yu stepped into the courtyard and bowed to the old Confucian scholar: "But Mr. Li Ming?"

"It's the old man." The old Confucian scholar nodded, and was about to say something after a nod, when the young man who was reading carefully put down the book in his hand, interrupted the old Confucian scholar, then turned his head to look at Cui Yu, seeing He had an extraordinary bearing, but with empty hands, he said, "If you want to be a teacher, you need a load of corn and twenty catties of meat."

"Xiao Yi, since you are here to apprentice, you are honest and want to learn, what are you doing talking about those vulgar things..." The old Confucian scholar said beside him.

"Sir is also a human being, not a saint who feeds on the wind and drinks the dew. If the disciples who come to worship the teacher have no Shuxiu, does the teacher go to drink the northwest wind every day? See if the teacher agrees, and then there will be a quarrel again. At this time, the young man actually reprimanded the old Confucian scholar, causing the old Confucian scholar to stand there for a while, and then said after a while: "Knowledge is knowledge, it should not be associated with yellow and white things, and the holiness of knowledge is humiliated by whiteness. Once masters have mastered the knowledge, they should pass on the knowledge from generation to generation, and have the obligation to pass on the knowledge to the people of the world. This was originally taught to our race by the ancestor Cangjie for free."

"You are lofty, you are amazing, my wife can't drink porridge with you. If it wasn't for the fact that you didn't accept a man the day before yesterday, which made my wife angry and ran back to her mother's house, why should we drink porridge and pickles every day?" The boy named Xiaoyi The mouth was like a machine gun, and the old Confucian scholar's face turned green and white, and he stood there without speaking.

Xiaoyi turned around and looked at the middle-aged man who was drinking: "Eldest brother, do you think so?"

"Extremely so! This old Confucian scholar is so sour. It's fine if he can't eat enough, so we have to drink porridge too. You should take some Shuxiu and bring back the teacher's wife first? I miss the brewed by the teacher's wife. Good wine." The middle-aged man held a red gourd, looked at the old Confucian scholar with contempt in his eyes, and took a sip of the wine.

Cui Yu was a little dazed standing outside the door, it was different from the Confucian disciple he had imagined.

Not to mention being respectful, you can't just be sarcastic?

Is this still a Confucian disciple?

"The one outside the door, do you have food and meat?" Xiao Yi looked at Cui Yu, and his words woke Cui Yu up.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Cui Yu said hastily: "How can a mere dan of rice compare with priceless knowledge? I would like to offer a hundred tan of rice, a thousand catties of meat, and thirty altars of fine wine as apprentices."

Cui Yu glanced at the few people in the courtyard. They were all in tattered clothes with patches all over them, completely inconsistent with the tall and Confucian in his memory.

Hearing Cui Yu's words, several people in the yard were stunned.

The old Confucian scholar looked at Cui Yu with his eyes, and couldn't help but blurt out: "Where did you get the rice?"

This is the year of catastrophe, and it is unknown when the natural disaster will stop.

Xiaoyi was also stunned, as if she had never heard of so much food.

The little Taoist priest behind Cui Yu shrank his pupils when he heard this, and stretched out his hands in his sleeves to keep tearing: "How much is a hundred tans of rice? Can it be piled up into a hill?"

"I've made a lot of money! I've made a lot of money! I found a long-term meal ticket. Their family has so much food, so they shouldn't be short of my ration, right?" The little Taoist's heart was trembling.

Conscience of heaven and earth, Zhang Jiao just wants to have a full meal!

That's it!

Cui Yu is a commoner, even if the other party recognizes that he is a liar, how can he win him?
As soon as he ran away, where would he find himself?
It's the perfect ticket to get taken for a ride.

Xiaoyi in the yard was also stunned at this time, a hundred dan grains?Who dares to have such arrogance?

The next moment Xiaoyi stood up abruptly, leaned forward with a smile on her face, and bowed to her partner: "I haven't asked brother Gao's name yet? Which son and grandson is he? That's a hundred loads of food, brother, aren't you joking? "

"Cui Yu, here, is just a commoner. As for the hundred tans of grain..." Cui Yu shook his head: "It's just a hundred tans of grain."

"Good! Good! Good! From today on, you are my junior brother. This is your senior brother Ji Kunpeng. This is your second senior brother Nanbei. I am the third brother, and my name is Wang Yi. You can also call me Xiaoyi. "The young man took Cui Yu's hand, his eyes were full of eagerness, then he looked at the old Confucian scholar standing there blankly, and said reproachfully, "What are you doing standing there? Why don't you serve tea and wait for the apprentice ceremony."

Then he turned around and hurriedly pulled the old Confucian scholar to sit on the stool, and said to the man holding the wine gourd: "Brother, hurry up and serve tea. Hurry up and ask this wronged man to be a teacher, but you must not call this man!" I was taken advantage of and ran away."

Cui Yu's face immediately turned dark when he heard this.

Take advantage of it?
Is this bullshit's name okay?

He saw a few people living in poverty, so he specially helped some of them.The old Confucian scholar seems to be an honest and honest person. He can impart knowledge to the people of the world for free, which shows his character.

Knowledgeable people are a rarity these days. With the knowledge of old Confucian scholars, where can they go without fine clothes and fine food?Why suffer in this back alley?

What's more, he has material transformation for a mere hundred tons of grain, so he really doesn't think it's too much.

The old scholar was dragged by Wang Yi to sit on the stool, and then the eldest brother Ji Kunpeng brought tea.

Cui Yu and the old Confucian scholar were like puppets, they completed the apprenticeship ceremony in a daze.

"Is this the apprenticeship?" Cui Yu was a little confused.

"Sit down, the class will start today." The old Confucian scholar looked at Cui Yu who was kneeling, subconsciously picked up the scroll in his hand, stood there at a loss, and said something blankly.

Cui Yu heard this and was dragged by Xiao Yi to sit aside.

"Literate?" The old Confucian scholar looked at Cui Yu.

Cui Yu shook his head upon hearing this.

Holding the scroll, the old Confucian scholar seemed to have regained the feeling of being a gentleman, and said with a normal expression: "It's okay. As long as you work hard and study hard, you will eventually recognize it someday."

"Today we are studying the chapter "Inquiring Strategies." The old Confucian scholar said with a smile.

Xiao Yi tugged at Cui Yu's sleeve beside him: "It's okay if you don't know how to read characters. What we and my husband are learning are principles. As long as we understand the principles, we will naturally step into the Confucian way. Words are restricted by deeds and degraded. It is superior. As long as you understand the truth clearly, learning characters is nothing more than handy."

Hearing Wang Yi's words, Cui Yu suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, looked at Xiao Yi who was smiling brightly: "Are you literate?"

(End of this chapter)