The sky in the east is still covered with white clouds, and the rising sun hides behind the clouds, casting down wisps of golden light and forming a crimson glow.
In the morning after the rain, the air is filled with a long coolness, which is comfortable and pleasant. A slight breeze blows, the leaves rustle, and the water droplets hanging on them are blown off.
However, at this moment, Ying Yunqian was already flawlessly concerned about these things.
"Do I look like a ghost?" Lin Chongyang looked down at the young man in green shirt with a slightly subtle expression.
The dark sky was bright and Ying Yunqian was in a calm mood. He felt that he might have gotten into trouble. The world of martial arts was a mixed bag. No matter whether the person opposite was a bad person or not, his previous words were a bit rude.
At this moment, he also noticed changes in his body. His clothes and hair, which were originally wet, were now dry, not like he had just been exposed to the rain.
After a very short period of thinking, carefully drafting the words and sentences, Ying Yunqian first took a few steps back, and then bowed:
"Junior was just frightened for a moment and said rude words. Please forgive me, senior."
Although he chose to run away from home, and at the same time he did not deal with the people in his family, and he did not even plan to go back in this life, the Ying family was not a small sect. After all, there was a strong innate in the family.
Therefore, Ying Yunqian still has some basic knowledge.
While apologizing, he also observed the other party again. He was wearing a luxurious Confucian shirt with gold patterns on a black background. His extremely rare golden eyes were deep and restrained. His red hair, which was different from ordinary people, was tied up by a jade crown. His appearance was even more impeccable. He didn't know how many times better than a certain old man who was extremely annoying to him.
All aspects of information revealed the identity of the other party. He should be an expert from a Confucian family. In this case, his safety should be safe.
As for other things...
Judging from the other party's behavior, he is a gentleman, gentle and gentle, so he is willing to take a gamble.
Ying Yunqian's little calculation was very loud. Although Lin Chongyang saw it, he didn't argue with him. He was even a little curious about what the young man would do next.
After all, judging from his basic skills, he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he has such a mind, which is already superhuman.
After evaporating the water drops on the umbrella, Lin Chongyang folded it back and put it back. There was no harshness in his words:
"Ha, it's rainy, the road is slippery, the light is dim, as long as no one is hurt."
Then, Ying Yunqian tightened the book in his arms and hesitated:
"Thank you for your understanding, senior. I have one more thing I would like to ask you."
Even though he almost fell down before, he still protected the book in his arms very well.
Even though Lin Chongyang didn't know the boy's identity, he guessed something from the book:
"That's it."
After receiving the approval, Ying Yunqian gritted his teeth and seemed to be cheering himself up, and then said:
"Senior, I would like to ask, which direction is the Confucian Academy closest to here?"
He was gambling, betting on an opportunity. Although Confucianism had the most complete channel for advancement, it was only for ordinary people. He believed that he would not be weaker than anyone in his life and did not want to make any more detours.
"Confucian Academy?" Lin Chongyang asked clearly: "Are you planning to go to study?"
"Exactly." The young man nodded lightly, but felt a little sweat in his heart.
He didn't know what the outcome would be, but he didn't want to miss this opportunity.
"With your abilities, if you started studying in the academy, you would be somewhat buried."
After taking another look at the person in front of him, Lin Chongyang first affirmed the young man's talent, then changed the topic and continued:
"It is fate that you and I meet each other. If you don't mind, could you tell me why you want to go to Confucianism?"
Although the young man in front of him had some harmless calculations, when he mentioned Confucianism, his tone was sincere and sincere.
"Returning to my predecessors, a man born in troubled times should carry a three-foot sword and make immortal achievements."
The still young boy's words were a little more bold and bold, followed by strong disdain:
"Those who sit in the temple only know how to eat and chant Buddha, have they ever cared about the common people in the world? Those who sit in the Taoist temple,
When you chant sutras and seek immortality all day long, do you ever remember that you are also a common person? Most of the knights and knights in the world are short-sighted and use force to violate prohibitions for their own selfish interests, regardless of the consequences. "
The young man made some mistakes and spoke out the words buried in his heart. As soon as he opened his mouth, he sprayed the three major groups in the misery.
After finishing speaking, although he felt a little uneasy, he didn't feel anything was wrong. Facts speak louder than words.
Lin Chongyang put his hands behind his back and said seriously: "If others hear this, do you know the consequences?"
At the same time, he was sighing in his heart: This is a good seedling, but he is a little younger and can't hide things.
However, young people have their own advantages. At least, young people have greater plasticity and their passion is still hot.
The young man was stunned for a moment, and then spoke generously, without any hesitation in his words:
"This is the fact. Although both Buddhism and Taoism have predecessors who are considerate of the common people, and there are heroes in the world who work for the common people, if we compare them with Confucianism, we can only lament that there are many shortcomings."
Ying Chaoyang was short-sighted and had been emphasizing on the importance of a single front line and a single lineage, which was fine. However, Ying Yunqian couldn't bear to treat the two of them differently, and asked him to give up martial arts and study literature more times.
After breaking away from the barriers, he only felt that the sky was high and the sea was vast, and he felt refreshed.
"ha."
After a chuckle, Lin Chongyang didn't say anything more. He took a step forward, passed the young man in green who was stunned on the spot, and walked along the path out of the woods.
At that moment, Ying Yunqian's heart fell to the bottom, and he even regretted that maybe he shouldn't take the gamble this time.
However--
"What are you still doing? Follow up."
The voice came from behind. Although it was extremely dull, it cleared the clouds and interrupted the young man's random thoughts.
"Ah good!"
Upon hearing this, the young man who regained consciousness quickly turned around and followed the advancing figure.
The thunderstorm stopped for the first time and the weather cleared up. The deep fog in the forest was like clouds, and the clouds in the sky were like thin smoke, flowing with cold white light like snow. The morning glow slowly faded away, like the bright sun on a silver plate, opening up its white light in the clouds and smoke. .
The flowing clouds flow coldly, covering up the white light in some depth or shallowness. In the autumn morning, the cold air is finally a little bit heavier.
The two walked out of the woods one after another. The fragrance of earth hit their faces, and the air was particularly fresh.
Lin Chongyang looked into the distance. After determining the direction, he looked back and said to the young man following behind him:
"Now that we know each other, would it be convenient for you to tell me your name?"
The young man stopped and quickly replied: "Senior, my name is Ying Yunqian."
Hearing this, Lin Chongyang sighed in his heart: "Interesting."
No wonder the idea is so unique. Ying Yunqian and Ying Wuqian are indeed good talents.
It's a pity that he is more resourceful than courageous, and his vision is also a bit lacking.
What is the use of talents on the battlefield? The more detailed the intelligence, the more powerful it is to support it. But when the force is enough, what is the use of intelligence?
Just like today's Confucian scholars, their overall strength is much higher than that of two thousand years ago, and they will naturally be able to do more practical things.
However, Ying Wuqian's problems are not Ying Yunqian's problems at the moment. The plasticity of young people is not ordinary.
