Qin Xian was stunned: "This is it?"
Zhang Jian hesitated for a moment and then replied: "This is the Confucian "filial piety" slip. There are seven characters in total. It was passed down by the saint Confucius. If you can get it, I will pass it on to you Zeng Yan, but you need You know, you must not disgrace this name. There is a scenery outside the ancestral continent. From now on, you should go and take a look."
"What do you mean?" Qin Xian asked.
"If you want to be a teacher, you need to stand on the top of the mountain and let the world and practitioners look up at you. Some people are already squatting there, and occasionally they will look down at the bottom of the mountain. If you want to be a teacher, you have to stand with them first. Together."
"Is that okay?"
"It's not enough. You have to stand above their heads, at least above my head." Zhang Jian stretched out his finger and pointed upward.
Qin Xian asked curiously: "Why?"
"Look at me, he published a handwriting, and I gave him the name of my husband. Everyone can follow it, and it's the same. However, if you have your own way, but you do it with your own hands, the meaning is different, because At the very least, your disciples will recognize you."
"But I've already fallen into the trap. It's hard to go back on my word." Qin Xian said with great expectations, but also a little disappointed.
Zhang Jian gave him a meaningful look: "Quit, the water for stealing is too deep, He Guzhi, Shang Nengxi hasn't seen you yet, you have more room."
"Sir, can I really stand on my own?"
"Others may not see it, but you have a chance." Zhang Jian said leisurely.
Suddenly he leaned over, patted his hand, and said with a smile: "You have me, but I have to find some helpers for you."
Qin Xian was stunned and looked at Zhang Jian.
Zhang Jian smiled when he saw this and said no more.
On the way back to school, Qin Xian still couldn't hold it back and asked Zhang Jiandao: "Sir, why me?"
Zhang Jian rolled his eyes and smiled slightly: "Because you are similar to me. You are very stubborn, and you seem to be sick."
"But I don't have a good understanding." Qin Xian thought of Zhang Lengsi's comments and said lonely.
There was only a "pop" sound, and a cold bird hit the tree, making a crisp sound and falling to the ground.
The Hanque staggered up, but was blocked by dead branches on the ground and could not lift its wings. Perhaps the only thing waiting for it was death.
Zhang Jian stepped forward and pushed aside the branches, allowing the bird to spread its wings. Then, after two failed attempts to flap its wings, it finally flew into the sky for the third time and disappeared.
"So, you need someone to help, which is why I brought you here." Zhang Jian suddenly said.
"But I don't want to..." Qin Xian hesitated.
"You don't want to marry someone you don't know, and you don't want to trouble others, do you?"
Qin Xian's eyes flashed and she answered "yes".
"Bian Yujing, the first in the spring breeze, Jingzhao Emei, regardless of his cultivation or appearance, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the best choice. What would you not want to do with such a person?" Zhang Jian raised his hand to wipe off the stain on his finger. The dead branches were stained with ashes. After pondering for a while, he raised his head and joked.
"She may be excellent, but I want to find someone I like, and she also likes me, regardless of appearance."
Zhang Jian paused slightly and said in a low voice: "Then you may be the next Gao Qingsuo."
Qin Xian didn't know how to answer, so she could only keep silent.
Zhang Jian looked around the streets and alleys of Stone City, the Yao Garden trees, and the dim shadow of the moon, as if he had reached the boundary between the two dynasties. He was trapped in it, but what he saw was a turbulent undercurrent.
"I have a secret. Four people know it. One is dead and the other two know it because of me. If you are added, there are four more people. But if a fifth person knows it, then... you will Die! So I have to find a protector for you to prevent the secret from falling into the hands of people with ulterior motives. Zhang Leng Temple does not belong to the two dynasties, and he also wants to have his own power. So he is the most suitable for you. , if there is Bian Yujing again, then you will have Qianmu Mountain and Xiaojuxian Mountain to back you up, which can help you brush away the dead branches and let you try to fly into the sky."
"I seem to... understand a little bit." Qin Xian murmured as she stared at Zhang Jian in the moonlit night.
"But isn't Bian Yujing from Xiaojuxian Mountain? What does it have to do with Qianmu Mountain?" Qin Xian suddenly asked in surprise.
"Wen Jiangzi likes Bian Yujing, which is the kind of love an elder has for a younger one. Therefore, she has two backers, but to be precise, there are three... Da Hongyi is her close friend."
Qin Xian nodded, but didn't say anything.
The two of them walked along and turned a corner. There were sounds of hawking along the way, which must be the bustling city of Stone City.
Qin Xian stopped and looked somewhere on the street.
A young man whose right leg was broken in the middle was leaning on the ground with his left hand, half-prostrate on the ground. The young man was blind, lame, and had his arm broken.
There was a broken bowl with a chipped mouth in front of the young man. Half of his body was left, only a layer of dirty and greasy rags. He was numbly rushing past the person in front of him, kowtowing, his disheveled hair falling. The raised and falling heads are like weeds in a flower bed swaying in the wind.
This little beggar, who was blind, lame and had broken arms, was prostrate in the corner of the street, his eyes bloodshot and his lips chapped, hoping to get some charity, rice and porridge, or a few coins to survive.
Seeing this scene, Qin Xian felt her heart twisting. For some reason, she didn't dare to meet the little beggar's eyes. When the little beggar looked at him with hope, he actually avoided the eyes of the beggar with a broken leg in shame. .
He didn't know how such a poor man lost his right leg? Is it like this from birth, or is it caused by the war?
Zhang Jian seemed to understand what Qin Xian was thinking, and said quietly: "It's not that they were born innate, they were all cut off by someone with one sword!"
"What!" Qin Xian couldn't help but thought: Who can be so cruel? Let alone a human being, he is still a young man. Even if he is treating a cow or a horse, this is very cruel.
I couldn't help but wonder, if he had become such a humble person, wandering on the streets, begging for life like a dog, and making a living in a dark corner like a mouse, would he still choose to live?
He somewhat admired the boy who looked younger than him.
Qin Xian took out all her money from her arms and was about to put it into the little beggar's bowl, but suddenly a voice came from the distance, "No!"
Qin Xian turned around and saw what a handsome young Taoist said.
Tao Xiujing.
He came to Qin Xian's side in three steps and two steps. He first saluted the husband, and after the other party waved, he took the money from Qin Xian's hand and said seriously: "I can't give it to you!"
"Why?" Qin Xian was puzzled.
"He was born with a miserable fate. If you don't help him, he can still live. If you help him, not only him, but you will also suffer."
Qin Xian lowered her eyes and looked at the book on Tao Xiujing's waist. The meaning was self-evident: Didn't you practice meritorious deeds? Even if you can't do good things, you still want to stop him, just because of his baseless "miserable fate"?
Tao Xiujing naturally understood what Qin Xian meant and explained: "I don't help him because it is not doing good but harming him. Please believe me!"
Qin Xian turned to look at Zhang Jian.
Zhang Jian looked a little embarrassed, like a student who came to ask for Chinese characters but he didn't know how. He stretched out his slender fingers and rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and said truthfully: "I don't know much about numerology. The Taoist sect has quite a lot of research, maybe it's true. What he said."
At this time, a sword-wielding man passed by the young man and saw the little beggar, in tatters and with a mutilated body, bent over, picking up his broken bowl, lowering his head slightly, waiting for something humbly.
The man holding the sword threw three copper coins, which fell into the bowl with three "dong", "dong" and "dong" sounds. He then left with his head held high, not forgetting to look at Qin Xian and the others with disdain.
Qin Xian raised her eyebrows.
"Didn't you say there would be a disaster? This is the answer."
Tao Xiujing didn't argue and kept shaking his head.
Suddenly, a group of vicious people chased from the direction where the sword holder came from, blocking the way of the sword holder.
The man holding the sword raised his sword, took precautions, and asked in confusion: "Everyone, what are you doing?"
One person said: "You killed my father in Cat Village three years ago. Unexpectedly, I finally found you in Zuzhou!"
Sword holder: "Your father and I were sparring normally. I only won half of the moves. Why did I take his life?"
The man said: "If you hadn't forced me to do so, how could my father have competed with you despite his illness? After losing to you, he was so angry that he died soon and said he had nothing to do with you?"
The man holding the sword frowned, but the man didn't talk nonsense to him, and they all started moving together.
The sword wielder is also good at swordsmanship and can face several people with ease.
But in the end, his two fists were no match for his four-handed opponent. One of them caught him in the air and stabbed him in the thigh with his sword.
At this time, the sword-wielding man seemed to be unable to deal with it, so he had no choice but to force a few people back with a single stroke of luck, and then fled away, with several people chasing after him.
Tao Xiu said quietly: "Is there anything else you can say?"
Qin Xian took the money back from his hand, turned around and walked towards the little beggar, "It's just a coincidence. I have no enemies and I'm not afraid of seeking revenge. Besides, the young man is not okay..."
Before he could finish the last two words, he was interrupted by a group of people rushing out from the corner.
The clothes were also in rags and tatters, and some even had sores on their faces.
He came up and punched and kicked the little beggar. The little beggar hadn't eaten for many days or something, so he didn't resist and let the punches and kicks fall on him.
Qin Xian stepped forward to stop him, but the group stopped. One person spat at the little beggar, "This is my territory. If you show me next time, I will kill you!" After saying that, he took the little beggar's broken bowl. . He turned the corner and disappeared.
Qin Xian helped the dying beggar up and asked, "How are you, are you okay?"
The little beggar was so angry that he said, "Hungry..."
Then he passed out.
Tao Xiujing stepped forward and said, "Let's go. He can rest for a few days. If you interfere, you won't survive tonight."
Qin Xian frowned and looked at Tao Xiujing, "Is there no other way?"
Tao Xiujing stared at him with unusual concentration, nodded, and then shook her head, "No!"
"I want to hear the truth, Taoist Priest!" Qin Xian said in a deep voice.
Tao Xiujing was silent for a long time. He stared at the stubborn young man in front of him, as if he could see something inside through his face. And it was that kind of thing that made him feel a little strange.
