Tai Xuan Jing

"Then let me tell you." Wang Dashan rubbed his hands together and said, "After I got married to Xiaoshan's mother, I lived at the foot of this mountain for eight years. Originally, we just wanted to be quiet. Live the life of a young couple, but now Xiaoshan is seven years old, and other people's children can read and write. We Xiaoshan are still running around all over the mountain to dig out bird eggs, and we don't know a single character. We all hope Xiao Shan will be promising in the future, at least he doesn’t have to go hunting every day like me.”

Li Qianmo roughly understood what he meant, and said with a light smile, "Brother wants me to teach Xiaoshan how to read?"

"That's right, that's what I mean." Wang Dashan nodded happily.

Li Qianmo laughed, patted him on the shoulder, and said: "Brother usually speaks quickly, but today he speaks so coyly, I have to guess."

Wang Dashan smiled awkwardly, scratched his head and said, "I never ask others to do things, so I'm embarrassed to ask."

Li Qianmo thought for a while and said, "Brother, actually I think your life like this is pretty good, but I want to bring my wife here to live in seclusion after I settle my grievances."

He said this from the bottom of his heart. Seeing the happy life of the family of three in the past two months, he couldn't help feeling envious. If it wasn't for taking back his mother's bones and avenging his master's blood, he probably would have given up the life of a monk. Bring peacocks here for seclusion.

Wang Dashan thought he was going to reject him when he heard the words, and said anxiously: "Don't, don't, Xiaoshan can't be as worthless as I am, a man should..."

Li Qianmo raised his hand to stop him, and said slowly: "Brother, don't worry, I'll take care of this, and I'll teach Xiaoshan how to read from tomorrow on."

"Really, that's great, thank you brother." Wang Dashan bowed to thank him after speaking.

Li Qianmo reached out to stop him, took out a jug of good wine, and said, "Brother, why are you so far away from me, come on, how about we have a drink today?"

Wang Dashan was dumbfounded and said: "You drink just when you are hurt?"

Li Qianmo chuckled, pulled the plug and poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth, gulped down, raised his head and said: "Wine is a man's spirit, and every drink is a piece of strength. The more serious the injury, the more you need it." drink."

Wang Dashan laughed, and praised: "You scholars have a good tongue, and you will say that the black is white, good! I will drink with you!"

After the two finished speaking, they crossed their shoulders and walked into the courtyard. They came to a big stone mill and sat down to drink.

Although Wang Dashan was good at drinking, he was not as good as Li Qianmo's ascetic body. After a few pots of wine, he became unconscious like a dead pig. At this time, it was dusk, and Li Qianmo sat alone in the courtyard drinking, looking up at the night sky, the moon The stars are sparse, and a few blue clouds surround the moon. When he looks closely at the bright and clear moon, it is as if the eyes of the master are looking at him, and he feels more cordial.

In the early morning of the next day, Wang Xiaoshan yelled at Li Qianmo and asked him to teach him how to write. Li Qianmo took him outside the courtyard and found an open space. Using the ground as paper and branches as pens, he taught him how to write.

Li Qianmo held a branch and looked at Wang Xiaoshan: "Xiaoshan, the first word of life is very important. Guess what my first word will teach you?"

Wang Xiaoshan scratched his head and thought for a while, then asked: "Wang?"

Li Qianmo smiled lightly and shook his head.

Wang Xiaoshan said again: "Small? Mountain?"

Li Qianmo still shook his head.

Wang Xiaoshan pouted unhappily: "Don't guess, I can't guess."

Li Qianmo wrote the character "人" on the ground with a branch, and said, "The first character I teach you is '人'."

"Human?" Wang Xiaoshan blinked and asked, "Why did uncle teach me this word?"

Li Qianmo's expression suddenly became solemn, and he said lightly, "Because not all people in this world can be called human beings."

Wang Xiaoshan was puzzled when he heard this, scratched his head and asked, "Uncle, what are you talking about? Why aren't people human anymore?"

Li Qianmo said: "Xiaoshan, do you know that your father asked you to read and read with me in the hope that you will become a dragon among men one day in the future, but I must tell you that to become a dragon, you must first become an adult."

"Am I not human now?" Wang Xiaoshan asked with his eyes wide open.

Li Qianmo smiled and said: "You are still young, if when you grow up, walk out of this deep mountain and face the colorful world, and you can still keep your original heart unchanged, then you will be considered an adult .”

He paused, and then said, "Everything is taught by the master. Practice is up to the individual. The master teaches you how to walk. As for which way to go, it's all up to you. I will teach you to be a human being. Will you be able to do it in the future?" Jackie Chan also depends on yourself."

Li Qianmo only taught him one character character that day, and Wang Xiaoshan was overwhelmed with the great principles. At the end, he said: "Xiaoshan, you may not understand the principles I said today, but it doesn't matter. , as long as you remember my words, it should be useful to you in the future."

Wang Xiaoshan knew that this uncle was very mysterious and powerful, and felt that what he said must be right, so he nodded seriously and agreed, and firmly remembered his words.

Nearly ten months later, Li Qianmo's injury has healed, and the aura here is still abundant. His cultivation base has also increased by one level, reaching the realm of the five elements and five levels, and has stabilized at the peak level of the fifth level. It seems that he has broken through Not far away.

During these days, he taught Xiao Shan to read and write every day. Xiao Shan is smart and has a good memory. In addition to his hard work, he can now read alone.

One day, Li Qianmo gave him a lecture on "The Analects of Confucius". After the lecture, he felt thoughtful and couldn't help sighing. Wang Xiaoshan couldn't help asking: "Uncle, why are you sighing?"

Li Qianmo said with a wry smile: "I sigh that the principles of this saint have been ruined by others."

"What do you mean?" Wang Xiaoshan knew that the uncle was playing charades with him again.

Li Qianmo said: "Confucius' remarks are just some of his opinions on gentlemen and sages. What he said is just to make everyone in the world become gentlemen, to correct their hearts, and not to do anything. Although he has a good heart, he was rejected. People took advantage of it."

"Who took advantage of him?"

Li Qianmo said: "Confucius Sheng's reputation has been through the ages, so in order to consolidate their own country, the kings of all dynasties have taken his words out of context and weaved some unnecessary things, saying that they are what Confucius said, imprisoning the thoughts of the world, and the thoughts of the world. Since then, I have become narrow-minded, thinking that the monarch is the destiny, high above, the monarch wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die, and such absurd and ridiculous things are too numerous to enumerate."

Wang Xiaoshan obviously couldn't understand what he was talking about, and looked at him with big eyes blinking.

Seeing this, Li Qianmo said: "In short, you can read this "Analects" casually, don't take it seriously, don't be too rigid in your behavior, have a ruler in your heart to measure yourself, don't go beyond that standard."

Wang Xiaoshan asked: "What scale?"

Li Qianmo thought for a while, and said: "You can do wrong things, but you can't have evil thoughts. You have to be worthy of your own heart in everything you do, and that's fine."

"Oh." Wang Xiaoshan nodded thoughtfully, not sure if he understood.

After Li Qianmo finished speaking, he suddenly got up, dusted off his clothes, and said, "Tomorrow I will go out for a while, and when I come back, I will bring you some books, paper and pens. Writing on the ground every day is not a problem."

"Okay, okay!" Wang Xiaoshan immediately clapped his hands and shouted happily.

"Xiaoshan, Uncle, let's go home for dinner!" Mrs. Wang's voice came over.

"Let's go, let's go back to eat first, and continue studying in the afternoon." Li Qianmo touched Xiao Shan's head affectionately, and pulled him back together.

In the early morning of the next day, Li Qianmo left Wang's house, and the three of them sent him to the mountain pass. After walking for dozens of miles, he found a deserted place and flew north with his sword.

His cultivation breakthrough is imminent, and he must find a quiet place to retreat and attack the realm, so he must leave the Wang family for a while.

Just over an hour after Li Qianmo left, two people walked into the fenced courtyard of the Wang family, a man and a woman, the man was dressed in black with a high bun, and the woman was dressed in fiery red clothes. It was Lu Chen and Liu Ning.

As soon as Lu Chen entered the courtyard, he frowned and said, "It seems that there is no breath of him."

Liu Ning also frowned and said, "Could it be that she knew we were coming and ran away early?"

Lu Chen gritted his teeth and hated secretly: "It's a pity that my soul-seeking secret method can only be used once a year, otherwise this kid would have died a year ago, and it has only been an hour since I cast the spell, so the kid should not be able to run far. "