Fan Dazhi is not surprised by this. He Kui often compares himself with He An. From the bottom of his heart, he is still a little afraid of He Kui. This is the reason why he has not come to He An's house recently.
As expected, He Kui sat on a bench, drank a glass of wine, and motioned for the two of them to sit down as well. He first asked He An: "Are you familiar with the "Book of Rites·Xue Ji"? Although there is good food, if you don't eat it, you don't know its purpose; although there is a perfect way, if you don't learn it, you don't know its goodness. This is why after learning, one realizes one’s shortcomings, and after teaching, one realizes one’s difficulties. If you know your shortcomings, you can then reflect on yourself; if you know your difficulties, you can then improve yourself. What do you mean by this sentence?
He An thought for a moment and said: "Although there is delicious food, if you don't taste it, you won't know its sweetness. Although there is truth in it, but if you don't learn it, you won't know its benefits. Therefore, only after learning can you realize your shortcomings. Only by self-reflection on your own shortcomings can you encourage yourself!”
He Kui nodded slightly, poured another glass of wine, and asked Fan Dazhi. Dazhi sat up straight, calmed down and said: "You will know that you are inadequate only after you study, and you will know what you don't understand after teaching. If you know your shortcomings, you will make progress. If you teach, you will learn." Learning promotes each other, and it is said in "Shang Shu Shuo Ming": Teaching people is half of learning."
He Kui patted his hands and praised Shandao: "You two are both very good. You can carry the Tao through literature and prove it through martial arts. I can't teach you too much about literature and Taoism, and you must not slack off in martial arts. You can beat Suiyun Sanshou again." I read."
This Suiyun Sanshou is He Kui's own martial arts. It integrates the strengths of all the major sects known to He Kui. It is complex and simplified but has many changes, and the moves are extremely exquisite. Based on this, He An started practicing it when he was six years old. Later, Fan Dazhi often came to play and watched in fascination. He Kui also taught it to him. Now the two have been practicing for eight years.
The two stood up, stretched out their posture, raised their palms to make a hand gesture, and instantly moved around. The wind blew up in the empty room, causing the candlelight on the table beside them to flicker, and the reflection on He Kui's face flickered.
He Kui took a sip of his wine and watched with squinted eyes. Well... An'er's moves were calm and brave, and he raised his hands and feet with a certain demeanor, just like his father. Dazhi is a child who moves the clouds and flows smoothly. Although he lacks momentum, he is very spiritual and can often find tricks when changing his moves. At that time, everyone said that I was a martial arts prodigy, but Dazhi's talent was really not inferior to mine...
The morning sun rises again, a ray of sunshine fills the green fields, and smoke rises from the bottom of Jinping Mountain. Another new day has begun.
With the crow of chickens, the small village wakes up like a life, stretches its arms and legs, and gradually comes to life...
Mr. Hu was driving a group of sheep up the mountain, and the sheep's trails in the village were crowded...
Aunt Ge scattered a handful of millet in her fenced yard, which attracted several reed chickens to come and peck at...
Mr. Zhang, the blacksmith, grabbed a corn bun with the same hand that he had just poured into the chamber pot...
He Kui dragged a stump of his leg and used a guillotine to chop grass into the old horse in the stable. The molting old horse kicked its front hooves and snorted...
Aunt Liu had just washed several feet of blue cloth and dried it on a bamboo pole in the backyard...
Miao Feifei was walking on the way to school with He An and Fan Dazhi...
Since it was the first day of attending private school, Miao Feifei was particularly excited. The three of them did not take the path He An was accustomed to taking, but followed the main road to the outskirts of the village. There is a lush forest here, with the early morning sunlight dappled shadows on the trees, and the birds in the forest chirping.
There were shadows of people moving on the road, and a person came from a distance. This person was wearing a futou, and his face was not very clear. He was carrying a bamboo hat with a package on his back, and his trousers and leggings. He looked like a dusty person.
Seeing He An and the others, the man held a waist knife in one hand and raised his other hand in greeting: "You three friends, is this Shuimotou Village?" The man was full of anger and his voice came clearly.
Just as He An was about to answer, the originally noisy forest suddenly fell silent. There is wind flowing through the forest, whining and whistling, as if a ghost is crying. Countless frightened birds in the forest fluttered their wings and flew quickly, like a dark cloud rising, scattering in panic...
He Kui's hand that was cutting grass suddenly stopped, and a gentle breeze blew over his resolute face. He Kui keenly sensed something unusual in the wind. His eyes flashed with brilliance, and he saw birds flying across the sky, which confirmed his judgment. A master of "He Dao Realm" appeared in the southeast.
He Kui's figure disappeared from the stable in an instant. The next moment, his figure dragging his residual leg appeared in the village ancestral hall. His toes touched the green tiles of the eaves and turned into an afterimage.
The whispering wind in the forest finally revealed the truth. A man in black appeared out of thin air, with a sharp long knife in his hand, whining and whining, slashing at the man wearing a turban like lightning.
The man had just half pulled out the knife in his hand when his body was shaken violently and he collapsed.
He An watched the man in black put away the knife, turned his head and looked towards him, his eyes were sinister and vicious, as if he was being stared at by a rattlesnake.
The man in black raised his knife, the blade was long and narrow and shiny, with thick black and red blood stains still on it.
Suddenly, a dangerous aura suddenly came, and a trace of panic flashed in the eyes of the man in black, and he turned his head and looked into the distance. He could clearly sense that the aura that was so dangerous that it made his heart palpitate was approaching at a terrifying speed, only a few breaths away.
The man in black put away his knife, flew into the forest like a bird, and disappeared in an instant.
He An breathed a sigh of relief and realized that Miao Feifei was clutching his right arm tightly with one hand, and her nails were deeply dug into her flesh. Fan Dazhi's face turned pale and he clenched his two fingers.
He An frowned and patted Miao Feifei's arm. Just when he was about to comfort him, his eyes blurred and his uncle He Kui seemed to fall from the sky.
Seeing that the three of them were safe and sound, the tense lines on He Kui's face softened significantly. The man in the distance was lying on the ground motionless. He Kui dragged his remaining leg over and leaned over to check. When he saw the man's face clearly, he couldn't help but be moved.
Tan Song, a patrol officer from Liumen and one of the four famous arrests in Kyoto, was killed with a knife and fell in a pool of blood.
He Kui looked at the dense forest opposite with sharp eyes. The murderer was just now, hiding his presence and leaving in a hurry... Why did Tan Song appear here? It actually attracted an assassination from a "He Dao Realm" master. What clues was he pursuing? Did Tan Song find out that he was living in seclusion here? Come and tell yourself what secret?
A series of questions appeared in He Kui's mind. He pondered for a moment and told He An and the others to go to the private school quickly and tell Professor Fang everything that happened here. Remember not to tell anyone that he was there.
Watching He An and the other two people leaving, He Kui secretly thought that informing the government directly might involve a lot of involvement. Fang Jiaoxi came from Luoyang Zhixingyuan in Kyoto, so it would be most appropriate for Zhixingyuan to intervene in this matter.
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Zhixingyuan was founded by the national teacher Li Xingzhi since the early days of the Chen Empire. Li Xingzhi was originally the guardian of the Guanwen Hall in Daliang Kingdom in the former dynasty, and was familiar with the world's collection of books. Because his father passed away, Ding You was at home, and he couldn't stand the harsh government and the yamen gentry oppressing the people.
Li Xingzhi hit it off with Zhao Zhen, the commander of Yanxiao Lieutenant of Pujiang County, Chengdu County, Sichuan Province, and the two talked all night long about the general trend of the world. Thinking that Emperor Rui of Daliang was fatuous and immoral, and that the imperial court was corrupt and the people were filled with resentment, he raised food and grass to recruit local warriors and forged weapons and armor. Heroes from all over the world rushed to join him. In just over a month, tens of thousands of people gathered.
Li Xingzhi and Zhao Zhen rose up, overthrew Baoliang, and established the Chen Kingdom.
After that, Li Xingzhi organized what he had learned and thought throughout his life and founded Zhixingyuan. Zhixing Academy is divided into Zhixing Academy and Xing Academy. The Zhixing Academy teaches books, agriculture, engineering, mathematics and other subjects, while the Xing Academy teaches martial arts, formations, weapons, law and other subjects.
If a disciple of the Zhiyuan wants to become a master, he needs to teach in Chongwen Hall or a rural school in various parts of the Chen Kingdom for one year, while the disciples of the Xingyuan must go to the army for one year of training.
Fang Jiaoxi, whose real name is Fang Yizhi, has been practicing at Zhixing Academy for three years. He has cultivated both knowledge and practice. He ranked fifth in the Literary Examination of the Academy of Knowledge and ranked eighth in the Martial Arts Examination of the Academy of Practice. His cultivation has reached the peak of the "Refining God Realm".
Fang Yizhi was a direct disciple of Wei Zhilin, the leader of Zhiyuan. As early as the Xiaohan period, he held the recommendation letter of Zhixingyuan and taught in He An's private school. He also taught at the "Enlightenment Hall" in nearby Baimiao Township. Because he doesn't teach much, many students are not familiar with him.
He An and others rushed to the private school. Fang Yizhi had just returned from the village of Baimiao. He was sitting at the long desk in the teaching hall. He rolled up the sleeves of his robe in one hand and held a pen in the other hand. He wrote neatly in small regular script on the rice paper on the desk. Lost forever.
After He An finished talking about what happened on the way, Fang Yizhi looked calm and calmly placed the brush in his hand on the Cishan pen holder.
Looking up, he saw the girl among the three with a frightened look on her face. The fat guy next to her was also cowering. Only the young man named He An was calm and collected. Fang Yizhi reassured them with gentle words that they should go to class first and leave the rest to him. .
Fang Yizhi rushed to the scene quickly. Several county police officers had already arrived. The three of them were holding the hilts of their knives and were surrounded by alert detectives. The two of them were squatting on the ground and looking at something.
The deceased Tan Song was lying on the ground, the half-drawn waist knife in his hand was firmly pressed by his body, the dark brown blood under his body had soaked into the ground, there was a fatal stab wound in his abdomen, and the Danji was broken...
Fang Yizhi's eyes shrank and he thought to himself: "The murderer doesn't know the island!"
Miao Feifei walked on the road with her head lowered, obviously still frightened by the bloody scene in the morning. I encountered this kind of thing on my first day at private school, and I was thinking that I must not tell my mother when I got home, otherwise she would not agree with me as a girl, studying outside in public.
Miao Feifei turned her head and looked at He An beside her. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her figure was tall, and she felt relieved.
Then he turned around and saw Fan Dazhi following him, his eyebrows lowered and his eyes lowered as if he hadn't woken up. The fat man walked listlessly, accidentally tripping over a tree root under his feet and staggering... Miao Feifei's smiling eyes curved into crescents.
When He An returned home, He Kui sat on a bench and poured himself a drink as usual. His hair was disheveled and his beard grew longer under his chin. His resolute face appeared and disappeared in the shadow of the lamp, but the scar on his face became more and more obvious.
"Uncle, do you know the man who was killed during the day? Were you... very powerful before?" He An asked tentatively.
"Um……"
He Kui responded dullly.
He An didn't speak for a long time, looked at He Kui, and finally couldn't help but said: "Uncle, where did the injury on your leg come from? When I was a child, you lied to me and said that you fell while riding a horse, and...my parents …Where did they go?”
He Kui's hand holding the wine glass stopped and he took a sip of wine. He turned to look at He An and motioned for him to sit down next to him.
He Kui looked at He An, took a sip of wine, and said in a deep voice: "An'er, you have really grown up. I raised you since you were a child. You have a resolute temperament and a determined mind. Uncle... is very pleased." It’s time to recruit a disciple. Professor Fang favors you very much and recommends you to study at Zhixing Academy. The old master recommends Dazhi, and you can go together then."
He Kui drank another cup and said: "Your life experience is too complicated, your current cultivation level is too low, and you will suffer from it if you know too much. When you arrive at Zhixingyuan in Kyoto, and your cultivation reaches the "Hedao realm", I will tell you everything .The patrolman from Six Doors is dead, and this place is no longer peaceful."
He Kui took out a jade pendant from his arms and handed it to He An and said: "This jade pendant contains my three successful powers. It can be used to kill the "peak master of He Dao" in critical moments, but it can only be used once. Remember, if you don't Don’t use it as a last resort.”
He Kui stood up, moved his hands and feet and sighed: "Okay, ten years... my cultivation has recovered and is better than before. It's time to meet old friends and explore some past events..."
After saying these words, He An felt that the uncle in front of him was as vague as a mountain, with a formidable aura, like a sharp sword, peerless and independent, and He An's breath was stagnant due to the oppression.
