Dao fruit.

Jiedushifu, the main hall.

The hall is decorated in an antique style, with two rows of quaint seats exuding a faint fragrance. There is a large character "Wu" hanging on the wall.

This word is flying like a dragon and a phoenix dances, and there is a heroic spirit in it, and every stroke reveals a murderous spirit.

The character "武" is composed of two parts: Zhi Ge. The part of Ge is sharp, like a sharp knife, which is chopped out, and the part of Zhi is as stable as Mount Tai, deterring one side, as if one man guards the gate and ten thousand men cannot open it.

In front of the big wall, there were two seats. On the left sat a middle-aged man with a rough physique and a beard. Although his hair was tied in a small crown and his clothes were cut, he still exuded a majestic majesty.

On the chair on the right, sat an elderly man of half a century, with a calm demeanor, holding a cup of tea, taking a sip, and his movements were elegant, diluting the majesty of the middle-aged man a bit.

After the old man put down his teacup, the middle-aged man said, "Mr. Zhao also wants to see that Confucian scholar?"

The old man nodded: "Yes, I have some impressions of this Qiu Yan. When he was giving a lecture in the posthouse three days ago, he suddenly fainted and his pulse was weak. Others said he was frightened, but the old man didn't think so. He could enter Ma Yang's eyes. He is by no means an ordinary person, since the general invited him here, this old man happened to take a school exam, and he learned a few percent of the historian's set of things."

"Alright." The middle-aged man nodded, and ordered someone to call Qiu Yan.

Not long after, a servant led Qiu Yan across the threshold.

As soon as he entered the hall, Qiu Yan's eyes were attracted by the words on the wall, and he felt the surging spirit, if there was any substance, his muscles and bones unconsciously reacted, his tendons trembled, his blood rushed, and his momentum swelled up. Fortunately, he came back to his senses in time with a thought.Press down hard.

"Being attracted by this word, I almost exposed my life and cultivation."

Qiu Yan was still thinking, when a voice came from above——

"I didn't expect you to practice martial arts. You have achieved some accomplishments, which is rare at your age."

It was the middle-aged man who spoke.

Qiu Yan shifted his gaze from the words to the man, and saluted. Of course he knew the identity of the middle-aged man, and there was only one person in Wuxin City who could sit in this position.

Wu Xinjun Jiedushi.Song Yuan.

After receiving a gift, Song Yuan said: "literati have always looked down on martial arts. You practice literature and martial arts. It seems that you have a lot of ideas." There are thorns in his words.

Qiu Yan said: "Among the six arts, archery and imperial defense are among the six arts. Both civil and military skills are our pursuit." Qiu Yan replied neither humble nor overbearing, staring directly at Song Yuan, without the slightest sign of fear or shrinking back.

"I have some knowledge, not just because of my different identities. It's rare to underestimate myself," Song Yuan shook his head and smiled, "Sit down."

Qiu Yan sat down as promised.He looked up at the seat next to Song Yuan, saw the old man's appearance, and recognized Zhao Bingcheng, a great Shu scholar, who was one of the goals of this trip.It's just that the latter kept silent and didn't mean to greet Qiu Yan.

At this time, Song Yuan said again: "The reason why I came to you this time. I think you are also very clear. After the young people have learned some fists and kicks, they will have the ideas of the Mohists. When the road is injustice, they draw their swords to help. This is also to divide people. Yes, impulsive, the consequences are beyond what you can imagine, don't be fooled by some sage books, really think that you can educate the world with etiquette!"

As he spoke, he tapped lightly with his fingers on the table, clicking and clicking, creating invisible pressure.

"People in the world say that I, Song Yuan, suppressed one side and made it difficult for the marsh people to cross the border, but they didn't know that there was also a soothing effect in it. If I hadn't made good friends with several tribes and used the barbarians to control the barbarians, how could a single city suppress a tribe? Then Glolan His father is one of the largest tribes of the Marsh people, the patriarch of the Nasaluo tribe. You provoked him for a while. If you make the Nasaluo tribe turn against Darui, it will cause many murders. Such a big responsibility, you bear Can you afford it?"

After speaking, he lowered his voice, and his words were heavy, giving people a sense of heaviness.

After hearing this, Qiu Yan tried to figure out what the other party was thinking, but couldn't make up his mind.

"Forget it. Although ordinary things need to be experienced, there is no need to invest too much, and speaking out your thoughts will make it easier to act in the future, huh?"

Qiu Yan was still thinking, when a strange aura suddenly enveloped his body, and then the feeling of turning his luck came!

"Hey guy, what's going on here? Luck flipped?"

Surprised in my heart, but Qiu Yan didn't panic, a knotted rope flew out of the soul black hole, releasing a calming breath——

Li hexagram sixty-two: Huang Li, Yuan Ji.

As soon as the auspicious hexagram came out, the turning luck stagnated, but the aftermath spread, affecting Song Yuan and Zhao Bingcheng, making Qiu Yan feel enlightened.

"As soon as my luck changes, I will immediately offend powerful people and let them develop. If I want to suffer from unwarranted disasters, I must stop this trend!"

At this moment, Song Yuan and Zhao Bingcheng suddenly became irritable and angry for no reason, and when they looked at Qiu Yan, there was a little anger mixed with it.

"The two of them have already been affected. It's really weird. There is no restriction on me. Otherwise, I will not be able to escape the detection of the deity. Why would my luck be reversed? Where did this conspiracy come from?"

The figure of the Taoist priest just now flashed in his mind, but right now is not the time to delve into it, the most urgent thing to do is to stop the aftermath of the reversal of luck, and try to avoid any traces, so as to prevent accidental complications.

After thinking up to this point, Qiu Yan followed Song Yuan's words and said: "I have never heard of it in my late life. Someone would injure a branch in order to protect the leaves. Although the marsh people are a serious problem, the reason why Da Rui can stand upright and suppress them is because he has hundreds of thousands of people. Division Wan Xiong, today's Jiedu envoy has an army to ensure the stability of the Southwest, not relying on the friendship with the marsh people, but the soldiers under his command."

When Qiu Yan spoke, he kept looking directly at Song Yuan, his eyes were firm, and he was not affected by the pressure at all: "The prince of the Marsh people is domineering, and the soldiers under Jiedushi are hurt, and the hearts of Wuxin soldiers are chilled. People are leaves, Wuxin soldiers are branches, which is more important, I believe Jiedushi is much clearer than late students."

Shelter its leaves and hurt its branches. This sentence is not invented by Qiu Yan, but the words of the sages. The whole sentence is "to harm China by serving barbarians. Shelter its leaves and hurt its branches".

As soon as the sage's words came out, a trace of the power of order that had circulated in the world for thousands of years was mobilized, and the aftermath of the transfer inspired by Taoism was dispelled a little.

"Oh?" Zhao Bingcheng, who was silent, heard this, his eyebrows moved slightly, as if touched.

"What you said seems to be reasonable, but it's just empty words. I have been in southern Xinjiang for decades, so why don't I know the reason? Training troops day and night, giving an order, and the three armies serving their orders. This is the current situation. Maintaining balance and restraining the people in the marsh , don’t be in a hurry, but go slowly, and don’t be negligent.” Song Yuan continued, as if he was talking about the past and the present with Qiu Yan, but his eyes became more and more angry.

Qiu Yan didn't refute, but said: "It's not because of habit that the marsh people invade the country, but because the five streams are barren, although there are yams and animal skins, there is no food and grass, and the marsh people don't do production, they only know how to plunder. This is the root of disaster." .Knowing etiquette from the truth is not to use etiquette to educate the world, but after enlightenment, everyone will work hard and pay for it, and when life is worry-free, etiquette will naturally follow, and the world will be ruled."

Cang is honest and knows etiquette, which is another widely circulated sage's words, mobilizing more invisible order, and finally completely dispelling the aftermath of luck.

Aware of this, Qiu Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then became angry in his heart. He was targeting the person who plotted against him. If he hadn't made a decisive decision, he would have complied with his orders just now, and disaster would come.

"Ma Yang taught you what you said?"

At this time, Zhao Bingcheng's voice came from above, and this Shu scholar finally couldn't help but open his mouth, with a look of surprise on his face: "Isn't Ma Yang advocating the historian's way, everything must be done with the same The ancients made comparisons and thought that if everything goes back to normal, the world can be ruled, how could there be such a statement?"

Hearing this, Qiu Yan got up and bowed his hands to Zhao Bingcheng: "Ma Lao Xiangguo's study of historians has benefited the late students a lot. If it is not for the improvement of vision, how can we understand this truth from the book."

"That is to say, this is the truth you have figured out by yourself?" Zhao Bingcheng asked with a look of surprise on his face, his eyes lit up.

"The old man knows your family background. He studied with Ma Yang for two years, but he didn't become a teacher. Since you can comprehend such a truth, it means that you are not studying hard, good! good! good!"

Qiu Yan's eyelids twitched, feeling that Zhao Bingcheng's change was abrupt, and he just said a few words, even though the idea was novel, it would not make a great Confucian so excited.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

On the other hand, Zhao Bingcheng called three good words in a row, but Song Yuan frowned. He wanted to reprimand Qiu Yan and hit him a little bit, but after Zhao Bingcheng praised him so much, Song Yuan wanted to say something later. It is obviously out of date to say some heavy words, but the unknown anger in my heart has disappeared.

Zhao Bingcheng also realized this, smiled at Song Yuan, and said, "I've seen that marsh man, Mr. Wang, too. He's rebellious, but he still understands the truth. It just so happens that Qian'er is holding a literary meeting tonight. Why don't you share it with me?" Then Xiao Wang invites the old man to be a peacemaker, to smile away all grievances."

"Since Mr. has this intention, I have nothing to say, but I just let this kid get away with it." Song Yuan pointed at Qiu Yan, and there was a taste of an elder to a junior in his words, which made Qiu Yan even more confused The other party intends.

But before he could think deeply, he was interrupted by Zhao Bingcheng's series of questions.

"The inspiration you got from Ma Yang's theory means that you disagree with Ma Yang's proposition. You might as well say it and let the old man listen to it. Maybe it can give you some pointers."

When Zhao Bingcheng spoke, his cloudy old eyes showed urgency, and his whole body exuded excited mood swings.

Seeing this situation, Qiu Yan couldn't guess the reason.

"I dare to say that this old Confucian and the old Xiangguo have an academic dispute. I found some clues from my words, so I offered to help. What he said was good. He didn't praise me, but felt that he had caught the old Xiangguo's painful foot."

After thinking about it, the old and the young chatted, but Qiu Yan let go of his perception and probed secretly while talking.

Time passed, and when Qiu Yan returned to the post house, it was already late.

However, when he stepped into the posthouse, the eyes of the two Confucian scholars not far away were wide-eyed, with expressions of seeing a ghost on their faces. (to be continued

ps: Thank you "Scholar in White", "Looking at Flowers in the Mist", and "Jiang Love for Love" for their rewards!