"Don't look at it. The soaring sword energy on the mountain is also the work of a pioneer who has touched the five realms. Don't say that ordinary people can't learn it. Even if I rely on this yellow rope, I'm afraid it will be difficult to practice to this level. "Up," the man walking slowly on the mountain road looked back, only to feel that the breeze in the world was coming from the sword energy passing by and caressing his face. He didn't feel cool, but sharp and sharp, as if the ordinary breeze was blown away by that sword energy. The sword energy was attached to the sword intention, so he spoke intentionally or unintentionally, "It is said that hard work can make up for weakness, but often words in the world always contradict themselves. A clever woman cannot make a meal without rice, and no matter how hard a student is, he cannot match the talent of others. It’s impossible to climb this kendo mountain.”
As the new successor, Yan Jiaqing was naturally more happy, and his steps were much more steady when going down the mountain. Although he was drunk, his gait was not obvious. He probably didn't want to show his poor manners in front of his descendants, so he barely held his ground. body shape.
"In the opinion of the seniors, what are the talents of the juniors?" Wen Yu asked abruptly, causing Yan Jiaqing in front of him to be stunned. He turned around again, with a look of understanding on his face, pretending to be profound, "Then who will score the same points?" Comparing him with the master of sword energy on the mountain, he is probably as good as a young apprentice from the market and a fierce general from ancient times. He is completely inferior. Fortunately, his bones and veins are all the same, and he is about the same as me."
Seemingly seeing through the confusion on the woman's face, Yan Jiaqing burped and smiled, "Talent and bones may sound like the same thing at first, but in the final analysis they are not the same. After all, the level of understanding, etc., are also considered talents." Of course, the meridians of the root and bones are important, but if you are born stupid and cannot get started, no matter how wide the meridians are, it will be useless no matter how good the bones are, and it will be a waste of God's favor."
"Thanks to the senior's advice, this junior took note of it." Wen Yu clasped his fists, but his expression was unclear.
Yan Jiaqing had been wandering around the world alone in his early years, and his knowledge was very broad. Not to mention that he had already figured out a little about the woman's life experience. He could guess a few things just by looking at the woman's words and expression, so he was not in a hurry to go down the mountain, but He picked up a flat lying cow stone next to him, stopped and sat down by himself, and said to the woman, "Sit down and rest, why are you walking so fast? The Dayuan Mountain is strangely tall and powerful, but the scenery of Yizhang Mountain is not the same." Sorry. It's just about sunset. If you look outside the mountain, wouldn't it be stained by the afterglow? It's very beautiful." Yan Jiaqing, who had been a teacher at the foot of Nangong Mountain for several months, had neither lectured to the woman nor himself. After sighing with emotion several times, Guang talked about the old events in Yantang Prefecture in a calm tone.
It is said that there was a severe drought in Yantang Prefecture for ten years. There seemed to be nine consecutive days in the sky, drying the soil until no grains could be harvested. In the past, there were endless rivers and streams passing through it, and even swamps and swamps that had existed for hundreds of years. It was completely evaporated by the fierce sun, and the people could not escape. They had to rely on shady cellars to temporarily escape the heat. People died of thirst every day.
However, Yantang Province does not belong to Zihao, let alone Xia Song. It is Xia Song State who wants to help, but it cannot withstand the heat wave that steams the rivers and roasts the fields for no reason. The soldiers who escort the carriages and water are ordinary people. , was blocked outside Yantang Prefecture, and did not dare to enter even half a step.
For ten consecutive months, six out of ten people in Yantang Prefecture were wiped out. Except for those who were still lingering in the cellars, the rest of the land was like rolling fire, and the mountains and rocks seemed to burst into flames and melt into one place. Such a tragic situation finally attracted an immortal, who used a fishing rod to forcibly pull away the evil sun from the sky, sacrificed all his cultivation, dragged the great sun for ten days, and threw it away from Guixu in the East China Sea. He himself was also seriously injured. After returning to Yantangzhou, the fishing rod died and disappeared, and the remaining cultivation turned into a torrential rain, which lasted for more than a month. The descendants of Yantang Prefecture were concerned about the kindness of the immortals, so each generation selected a talented person to pass down the fishing rod, and he was called the Fishing Man.
"Speaking of this, you can probably understand. The scholar should have told you about this earlier." The man, who was much less drunk, looked at the scenery outside the mountain and said with a smile, "I am the fisherman of this generation. , that fishing rod is the yellow rope on my shoulder."
"Speaking of it, you are still a little young. You cannot see clearly many things in the world. You feel resentful in your heart. You always want to make amends with your cultivation. It is human nature. I can't say anything more. After all, you have not suffered from others. , Don’t persuade others to be kind. The purpose of telling you this is just to tell you that the world is vast and the mind can be wide open. If you only focus on resentment and do not have the state of mind, how can you reach the state?" Yan Jiaqing said. He was just drunk, his brows were full of joy, and his lips were curled up in laughter.
The breeze blows around, and the woman looks away into the distance. The dark shadows of the distant mountains are supporting the sunset. It is exactly the same as what Yan Jiaqing said. If the immortal in the sky is drunk and picks up the candlelight with his sword, it will scatter countless ways in the world, such as covering Zhu Zhu. The gauze cover is indeed beautiful.
"It's just that the knots in my heart are not clear. As a junior practitioner, I may never be able to calm down. With all kinds of resentment, it is probably best to break it with force. People live their whole lives and seek peace of mind before talking to them."
The man shook his head and said, "I'm only going to show you one way. Whether it's taking care of your descendants or helping the next generation of fishermen, it all depends on you." Then he laughed at himself and said softly, "In the daytime Teach those children their homework, point out their mistakes, and the class will eventually disperse. Instead, you have to find yourself uncomfortable and give advice everywhere. If you have been a teacher for a long time, you will inevitably have the fault of being a good teacher. If you can continue smoothly in the future, By taking off the burden of being a fisherman, I can go sightseeing and see the wonders of the world."
"It makes me proud to think about it."
The two of them walked all the way down the mountain and arrived at the entrance of the village, but they happened to bump into several children playing. When they saw that their husband was returning home, they quickly put away the gadgets in their hands and saluted politely. Yan Jiaqing didn't pay attention, nodded slightly in agreement, and then asked if the homework was completed. It wasn't until several children memorized the articles assigned during the day that he smiled, chatted and laughed with the children for a while, and then brought Wen Yu walked to the school.
He seems to be very different from the man who was drunk on the mountain and at war with the scholar.
Wen Yu is the young palace master of the Ziluan Palace, and his knowledge is naturally extraordinary. There are not many study halls and schools in the Great Yuan Realm, but Wen Yu has always seen many rich and elegant schools and libraries. The white jade pen mountain alone is enough to replace it. One hundred taels of silver, but I had never seen such a dilapidated school with empty windows. As soon as I walked in, I frowned.
Yan Jiaqing packed up a handful of withered wild flowers beside the window lattice and dusted off the dust on his shoes. He turned around and said cheerfully, "It doesn't matter if the school is shabby. It's difficult to transition from luxury to frugality. Nangong Mountain is not high, and there are immortals like Wu Shuang." A talented person is in charge? This is a humble house, but I am virtuous and kind, which is very good."
He doesn't want to be a teacher, but he has the character of a teacher.
