Seeing Kang Tianjie being slapped to the ground and turned into a puddle of flesh, the people watching on both sides of the street were shocked.
Unexpectedly, this seemingly leisurely and leisurely scholar in green shirt could be so decisive and brave.
There was no trace of joy on Li Xianyue's face.
Zhou Qingjin, who was slim and slim, also shook his head slightly and sighed softly.
Ordinary people can't see it, but he and Li Changyue both understand that Kang Tianjie has a death wish and deliberately wants to die. Otherwise, with his cultivation in the late eighth realm, even if Li Changyue can kill him, he will not be able to kill him. It will never be obtained so easily.
Zhou Qingjin said: "He is also a hateful and pitiful person."
Then he used the magical power of "The Universe in His Sleeves" to collect Kang Tianjie's body and prepare to bury it outside the city.
Li Changyi did not stop him.
Regardless of whether Kang Tianjie is hateful or pitiable, since he dies today, his old grudge with Senior Tang Zi and Hanshan Academy is over.
Li Chaoyi asked: "Brother Jun, where is the tomb of Senior Tang Zi? I want to pay my respects."
This is a senior from Hanshan Academy, so he should be regarded as his senior brother.
Zhou Qingjin replied: "Liangfeng County, northeast of Tianliang City, western suburb of Qingliang Town, Xiaofurong Mountain."
"Thank you, old brother Jun!"
"Brother Update, you're welcome."
After the matter was over and the spectators dispersed, Zhou Qingjin asked sincerely: "May I ask where brother Xinxin is staying? I am a little confused and want to ask brother Xinxin for advice. If you don't mind, I would like to pay a visit to Kang Tianjie after burying his body. .”
Li Chaoyi replied: "I don't take advice seriously. Xiao Qian'er and I live at the Tianranju Inn in the south of the city. Brother Jun is welcome to visit us at any time and have a cup of tea and talk together."
Zhou Qingjin smiled and said: "Then I'll come to bother you later. Say goodbye!"
"Brother Jun, walk slowly!"
Then Zhou Qingjin left and went out of the city to bury Kang Tianjie so that he would not be exposed to the market for a long time.
Under the big camphor tree, two people, one old and one young, were still concentrating on playing chess.
Li Chaoyi led Xiao Qianjun to watch, and found that the chess game was at a critical point. The young man holding black was attacking from all sides, chasing down a big dragon of the old man.
The big white dragon rushes left and right in the black formation, all the way from the right side of the board to the middle belly.
The outcome of this round depends entirely on the life and death of Bai Long.
If the white dragon is alive, the white chess piece wins.
If the white dragon dies, black wins.
After dozens of rounds, the boy in charge of black failed to slay the dragon. Instead, due to his desperate pursuit, his chess shape was too weak, and he was killed by white, and he was defeated.
When the game was being reviewed, the old man looked at Li Changye and asked, "Young man, do you also know how to play chess?"
Li Chaoyi replied: "I know a little bit about it."
The old man suddenly became interested and raised his hand to invite: "How about a plate?"
Li Xianyue glanced at the young man who was collecting the chess pieces.
Before he could speak, the young man stood up to give up his seat, bowed and invited: "Sir, please take a seat!"
Li Chaoyi bowed his hands and returned the greeting: "You're welcome, little brother."
Then he sat down casually and said with a smile: "The elder invited me, but I dare not say goodbye! I have passed away as a late student. Please give me some advice from the old gentleman."
"Easy to say, please!"
There is no need to guess first. As a young man, Li Qianyi takes the lead in black.
Although he had seen a game of chess played by the old man and had a certain understanding of his chess style, Li Changyi still acted haphazardly in his layout.
His chess style is consistent with his personality, he is more agile and unrestrained, and he plays chess fluently, regardless of the gains and losses of a city or a pool.
When the old man played a game of chess, he played the game solidly and steadily, taking steps step by step, following the principle of "building walls high, accumulating grain widely, and becoming king slowly".
From the layout stage of this game, the chess styles of the two are clearly demonstrated.
Li Qianyi has made all the moves. It seems that everything is weak and far away from each other, but in fact it is very flexible. Every place can be taken or discarded. If you don't pay attention, it can be connected into a seamless whole.
The old man still played steadily, not giving Li Quany any opportunity to take advantage of, and then accumulated small shortcomings into big shortcomings, and accumulated small gains into big gains.
In the middle of the game, Li Chuanyi's black chess has already formed, attacking in all directions and provoking a fight, while the old man's white chess is using its thick power to suppress others and turn the thick power into an advantage.
"Young man, at this moment, my white chess is all over the iron queen, and I am overwhelming you with overwhelming force. How are you going to break the game?" the old gentleman said vigorously.
Li Chaoyi raised his head and glanced at him. After thinking for a few seconds, he said: "The old man is overwhelming me with great force. Since I am invincible, I naturally avoid the real situation and attack the weak, and use retreat to advance."
The old gentleman smiled and said: "What kind of 'retreat to advance'?"
Li Qianyi dropped a stone to consolidate the black defense line and said: "When the old man's power is exhausted, just like an avalanche falling in a flat valley, with no progress, then I will attack its weak point like the spring sun melting snow, or a horse stepping on the snowfield, and I will Can defeat the enemy and win."
The old man also lost a piece and continued to use strong force to attack several isolated pieces of Li Qianyi, putting several black pieces in danger.
He also said: "What if we don't wait until our strong momentum is exhausted, all your chess pieces are in danger, and they may collapse at any time, and the whole game will be lost?"
Li Xianyue thought for a while, picked up a black chess piece, placed it in a weak area behind the white chess piece, and said: "Then you hit yours, and I'll hit mine, and concentrate the superior forces to attack your weak spots." , this is called 'attacking the enemy must save it'."
The old man's next white chess came like a shadow, flanking Li Qianyue's counterattacking black chess, and said: "What if your counterattack chess was also due to your weak strength and was attacked, without any help?"
This time, Li Xianyi did not hesitate. With the next black move, he continued to penetrate deep into the enemy's camp, pointed directly at the enemy's most critical point, and said: "Then we will put him to death and survive!"
The old man asked: "Who can play such a dead game? And who is willing to be a chess piece?"
Li went with great enthusiasm: "Although there are tens of thousands of people, I am going!"
Glancing at the scholar in green shirt opposite the chessboard, the old man said nothing and the two of them played chess in silence.
In the overall situation, the old man used overwhelming force to suppress Li Chuanyi's black chess. Li Chuanyi moved flexibly, confusing the white chess with his weak soldiers, and finally concentrated the strong black chess soldiers to attack the weakest point of the white chess.
At the end of the game, Li went to the black chess with the weak to fight against the strong, which actually resulted in a catastrophe. He didn't know when it would be over, and he didn't know which side would achieve final success.
Because it was getting late, the old man made an appointment to play chess.
Li Changyi agreed, and after gathering the chess pieces, he asked for advice: "Thank you, sir, for your advice. I haven't asked you yet, how should I call you?"
The old man said to Yan, "My surname is Wen, you can call me Mr. Wen."
"Yes, thank you, Mr. Wen, for your advice. I'll say goodbye later!"
"Go ahead."
Then Li Changyi led Xiao Qianjun away, went to several libraries, and bought more than a dozen volumes of books.
After he and Xiao Qianjun walked out of Qingfeng Street, the old man named Wen and the young man who played chess with him appeared at the intersection and watched them go away.
"Sir, what do you think of Li Gong?" the young man asked.
"He is worthy of being the person who can promote the restoration of heaven and earth and be listed on the "Amazing World List". This guy seems to be idle, with some laziness and unrulyness of playing in the mortal world, but in fact he is indeed an extraordinary person." The old man said.
"Then if the situation collapses, will Shenzhou Lu Chen be able to shoulder the responsibility of the chess player?"
"Looking forward, the world is so vast and there are so many heroes. Who says he must be the chess player? However, young people like him are indeed worthy of people's attention and hope."
The young man did not expect that his husband would think so highly of this Hanshan Li Qing.
He thought of many things and people, and shook his head slightly.
The old man smiled heartily and said: "In half a month, the God Lord of Donghua Mountain will have his traveling meeting. I wonder if the expected thing will happen after I go up the mountain."
The young man was slightly surprised: "Sir, what is it? Is it worthy of your expectations?"
The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "You can't say."
The young man looked a little strange.
…
Li Qianyi and Xiao Qianjun returned to the Tianranju Inn in the south of the city.
The girl Xianlong Lian Ni'er is still sleeping. I really don't know if it is a real dragon or a sleeping pig. If I had known it, I would not have allowed her to drink.
Before going out, he arranged several secret techniques in the room. If someone broke into the room, he could sense it immediately and rush back.
But obviously, he was worried unnecessarily.
In fact, let alone ordinary people, even he was not aware of her presence at all before he opened the door. It was as if the real dragon clan had a different kind of Qi when they were sleeping, which could isolate the world and prevent themselves from being disturbed.
"Elder brother, when will Sister Nier wake up?" Xiao Qianjun couldn't help but ask.
It's not that she dislikes the young fairy dragon for sleeping for a long time, but she is worried that her brain will be damaged by sleeping. After all, as a plant spirit and monster, she is also very good at sleeping, but she is far from comparable to Sister Ni'er.
Li Chaoyi checked the girl's condition and replied: "She should wake up soon, and you don't have to worry about her at all. When she wakes up, she will be more energetic than everyone else and even become stronger."
Xiao Qianjun was stunned: "Become more powerful? You mean sister Ni'er can practice in her sleep?"
Li Chaoyi shook his head: "It's not about practicing in a dream, but as long as you sleep, you will become stronger. This guy doesn't need to practice at all."
"so smart?"
"Yes, I don't know if this is the talent of the True Dragon Clan or her unique talent. It is probably unique to her. I have never seen anything like this in books related to the Dragon Clan before."
Xiao Qianjun was speechless. Isn't this more powerful than how senior brother can increase his aura of awe-inspiring power by simply reading a book and understanding its essence?
Li Chaoyi was also impressed by the magical talent of the girl fairy dragon, but when he saw the girl in the green skirt next to him, he was relieved again.
Xiao Qianjun is actually like a young fairy dragon. She doesn't need to practice. She can become a Great Sword Immortal as long as she digests the thousands of sword intentions in her body.
That's why in the tavern that day, the lone swordsman Qiu Bunuan said that Xiao Qianjun was expected to surpass Ye Guiren and become the number one swordsman in the world in the future.
He was born with sword grass, and had thousands of sword spirits to teach him sword intentions. This was a unique blessing, and it seemed to be even worse than the young fairy dragon.
It's just that Xiao Qianjun is still young and doesn't understand the meaning yet.
He was really curious about how far Xiao Qianjun would grow after returning from Fengxue Cliff.
"Elder brother, what are you thinking about?" Seeing that he was in a daze, Xiao Qianjun couldn't help but stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes to wake him up.
"It's nothing, Xiao Qian'er, if one day you become more powerful than senior brother, what will you do?"
"I don't know what to do."
"Um?"
"Because there is no way I can be more powerful than my senior brother. The senior brother must be the most powerful one!"
"Haha, your mouth is so sweet."
Li Xiangye rubbed Xiao Qianjun's little head, and the little guy pressed it into his palm in response, still so affectionate and cute.
…
As night fell, Li Changyi read a book in his room after dinner, waiting for Zhou Qingjin's arrival.
At three o'clock in the Xu Zheng period, Zhou Qingjin returned from outside the city and visited the Tiantianju Inn as promised.
Xiao Qianjun brewed the Hanshan Yunwu tea brought from Han Academy, served a cup to Mr. Zhou and senior brother, and then stayed by the side obediently.
After sitting down to drink tea, Zhou Qingjin said bluntly: "Brother Xinxin, you are a talented person in Hanshan. You are familiar with the classics of hundreds of schools of thought. What do you think are the shortcomings of the knowledge of hundreds of schools of thought?"
Li Changyou knew that he had written a book called "Bi Jia Tan" and had already anticipated what issue he wanted to discuss tonight. He replied: "There are no perfect people in the world, and there is no perfect knowledge. Therefore, there are three kinds of teachings and hundreds of schools of thought. They all have their shortcomings. It’s just that Brother Jun’s problem is so big that I don’t know where to start.”
Zhou Qingjin also knew that he was too eager. After all, the four major Confucian academies, including Langya Academy, were all located in their own areas. It was rare to meet people with similar temperaments.
So he changed the question and said: "To put it simply, brother Gengxin, have you ever thought about what are the shortcomings and flaws of our Confucianism?"
This is also a big problem.
Moreover, it is an issue that an ordinary Confucian disciple would not consider at all.
Because they are in this mountain, disciples of various schools generally only think that their own knowledge is profound and profound, which is the righteous principle of heaven and earth, and the sect of all generations. They will not think about the flaws in the way they learn.
From this point of view, this contemporary chief scholar of Zhaohu Academy is a true scholar.
Li Qianyi pondered seriously and said: "The Master said: To restrain oneself and restore propriety is benevolence; Zhu Zi said: Preserve the principles of heaven and destroy human desires; Mr. Yangming talked about the cultivation of conscience."
"Since the founding of our sage teachers, our Confucianism has included everything from the sage teachers to Xunzi and Mencius, to Master Dong and Master Han, and even to Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism and Lu Wang Xinxue. My knowledge is still shallow and I dare not describe it in full. Yes, I don’t dare to say where I’m wrong.”
"I have to be taught by my husband. I should follow two principles at the moment. I can tell you, my dear brother."
Zhou Qingjin said seriously: "What are the two points?"
Li Qingyue said: "The first is what Yasheng said: It is better to have no books than to believe in books. Therefore, for the teachings of our Confucian saints, we must also think about it ourselves and not blindly follow it."
"What about the second one?"
"The second is Mr. Yangming's method: the unity of knowledge and action. When you sit down and talk about the Tao, you need to get up and practice it. Only by the unity of knowledge and action can you see the true Tao."
Zhou Qingjin thought about it carefully, and then sighed: "Brother Xinxin is also a true scholar!"
Li Qingyi smiled and said: "Brother Jun wants to sort out the deficiencies of hundreds of schools of thought to make up for the shortcomings of my Confucianism. This is the true style of a Confucian gentleman. I am not as good as me!"
"Brother Xinxin is so complimentary!"
They talked freely all night, and Zhou Qingjin didn't leave until the east was white.
The next day, Li went to pay homage to the tomb of Tang Zinian, Hanshan's predecessor, and then continued to read in the inn, waiting for the girl Xianlong Liannier to wake up.
He felt like she was about to wake up.
Another day passed, late at night, Li went to the moon to read a book.
When the bright moon passed through the clouds and shone in the sky, he finally read the ten thousandth volume of books and developed the ten thousandth aura of awe-inspiring power.
(End of chapter)
