Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

"Ci Song, what does the poem you recite mean?" Zhuang Diemeng asked without raising his head, still leaning on Mo Yao's shoulder.

"That's the literal meaning. I walked along the west, and you walked along the east. The two horses walked side by side, not shying away from the labor. I wish it could turn into the water in the Yaochi and flow into the clear stream. Then I can I can see your face."

As Ci Song spoke, he turned to look at Mo Yao, his eyes full of tenderness. After hearing this, Mo Yao's cheeks turned slightly red, the corners of her mouth raised, and she held Ci Song's hand.

Just as the two of them looked at each other and smiled affectionately, Zhuang Diemeng sighed, "Hey, I didn't expect that you are quite talented in literature. No wonder you were able to coax sister Mo Yao into becoming your wife."

Hearing this, Ci Song looked extremely proud and said to Zhuang Diemeng: "Hey, let me reiterate again, the two of us are engaged, it's not coaxing, it's love."

"You can just say that, but I'm curious. You said you are only thirteen years old this year, and sister Yao'er is only fourteen. Why are you both so tall?"

Zhuang Diemeng tilted her head, looked at Mo Yao, and said, "Sister Yao'er, can love make people grow taller?"

Mo Yao had long been accustomed to listening to Zhuang Diemeng's various wild ideas along the way, so he replied: "Love may not make people grow taller, but it can make people stronger."

"Becoming stronger? Can love help me practice?"

Zhuang Diemeng immediately became interested. She now recites the Tao Te Ching three times every day from early morning to practice her yin and yang qi. However, with the growth of her realm, Zhuang Diemeng feels that her cultivation speed is no longer fast enough. , so when I heard Mo Yao said that he could become stronger, he wanted to find out if there were any other ways.

"Sister Diemeng, what I mean by strength is not the realm, but the state of mind. Love can make people strong and brave, and the strong state of mind is also a kind of becoming stronger." Mo Yao explained.

"Oh, that's it, then what exactly is this love? Is it the kind of love between men and women?" Zhuang Diemeng tilted his head and asked curiously.

"Love is the kind of like between men and women, but it is not just the kind of like between men and women. Love is family affection, friendship, and all things. As long as there is love in the heart, it can tolerate all things." Mo Yao explained patiently. road.

"Tolerating all things? Is love good?" Zhuang Diemeng continued to ask.

"Good and bad."

Mo Yao replied somewhat tangledly.

"Why do you say that?" Zhuang Diemeng was puzzled.

"Love can indeed make people strong, but love can also make people blind and make mistakes."

Mo Yao explained: "For example, our senior brother Bai Ye, he is a very good person and has an excellent reputation in Yan Sheng Academy. In order to save his wife, he chose to hurt a fellow student in the battle between heaven and man. The killer, the murder and the love were completely torn between him, but he chose to bear it all for the sake of his wife. "

"It's also about love."

"Oh I got it."

Zhuang Diemeng nodded in understanding.

"Sister Diemeng, what is the love in your heart?" Mo Yao asked.

"Me? I actually don't understand this. All I have in my heart is admiration for my senior brother, respect for my master, and friendship for you. I don't quite understand what love is. Is there right or wrong in love?"

Zhuang Diemeng thought for a moment and replied.

"Actually, there is no right or wrong in love. As long as you have good intentions, it is good."

Mo Yao smiled and stroked Zhuang Diemeng's head. She knew that Zhuang Diemeng had grown up in a Taoist school since he was a child, and he practiced asceticism. It was normal for him not to understand these things.

"Um."

Zhuang Diemeng nodded.

Ci Song listened on the side and did not interrupt, but he liked the atmosphere very much. It was like a family of three going out, quiet and beautiful.

It's just that the configuration of this family of three is a bit strange. The eldest Zhuang Diemeng is like a child. He always asks others about any weird things he encounters and puts forward many weird ideas. Ci Song and Mo Yao are more like parents. , patiently explained to Zhuang Diemeng.

Nearly a month later, the ox cart drove into the endless mountains. The scenery along the way became more and more beautiful, with green peaks, towering ancient trees, and mist-shrouded mountains, just like a fairyland.

Ci Song and his party also came to Jianchi Mountain. Jianchi Mountain was not as majestic as imagined, but more like a flattened mountain peak. The mountain has rugged rocks, towering ancient trees, and a white-washed waterfall pouring from the mountain. Down, there was a deafening roar.

There is a huge stone pool at the top of the mountain. The water is so clear that you can see the bottom of it. A long sword is inserted upside down in it. The sword body is straight into the ground, leaving only the hilt outside.

"I thought this Jianchi Mountain would be beautiful, but I didn't expect it to be so ordinary."

Zhuang Diemeng looked at the scene in front of her and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. In her mind, this Jianchi Mountain must be a place like a fairyland, but now it seems that there is nothing surprising about this place except that there are more swords.

"We are here to make swords, not to enjoy the scenery. If you want to see the scenery, we will go to Wei State in a few days."

Ning Ping'an parked the oxcart on a lawn and continued: "The swords on Jianchi Mountain were all made by Master Xu. If you take out any one, it will be a sharp tool for blowing and breaking hair."

Ci Song did not speak, but looked around. Normally, with such a legendary experience, there should be a constant stream of people coming and going on Jianchi Mountain, just like his blacksmith shop called "Yejianlu" in Xizhou City, which has hundreds of blacksmiths alone. However, there is no one else in Jianchi Mountain except for his own business.

"Why is Jianchi Mountain so deserted?"

Mo Yao also felt a little strange. She looked around like Ci Song, as if she wanted to find the answer.

On the other side, Zhuang Diemeng had already come to the edge of the sword pool, looking at the swords in the pool, and said to himself: "If these swords were really forged by Master Xu, wouldn't they be able to exchange for a lot of money?"

"What money? How can Master Xu's swords be compared with secular yellow and white things?"

A slightly vicissitudes of life voice suddenly came from the side.

Several people turned around and saw an old man in a gray robe with calloused hands walking towards them. The old man had a white beard and bright eyes. He walked briskly and had a kind of aura of majesty without anger, which made people dare not underestimate him.

"Old man, may I ask who you are?"

Ci Song saw that although the old man was full of vicissitudes, he had an extraordinary temperament and a sense of majesty. He knew that this person was not simple, so his attitude was relatively respectful.

"You are not Korean, right?" The old man did not answer Ci Song's question, but asked directly.

"That's right, we are people who travel outside. I heard that the Sword Pond Mountain in Korea was one of the places where Master Xu forged swords, so I came here to observe and admire it."

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