"Goodbye sir!"
In Lanling, Chu State, a teacher just announced the end of get out of class today. He straightened up and looked at the disciples who were hurriedly leaving in front of him.
"It's dinner time. If I had known, I wouldn't have talked for so long. As a result, no one came to chat with me after class. I'm so busy!"
I don’t know why, but Master Kuang’s meal time is generally late, so all the disciples went to eat, and he stayed in the room to sort out the books and ink he had just used in class.
At this time, one of his direct disciples came over and said, "Teacher, something bad has happened. The news just came from the academy, big news! It's about Master Ke."
"Old man Ke? Oh! What can happen to that old guy? I'm afraid he is now prosperous doing the wine offering in the academy."
"Teacher, although what you said in class makes sense, what you said is wrong."
Many die-hards who abide by the principle of respecting teachers are afraid that they will call him over at this time, but Master Kuang will not. After all, he has spent a lot of time in the academy before and is deeply influenced by the atmosphere there - openness and tolerance.
"The news just came that Ke Jijiu has been fired."
"Resigned? Did this Chun Da Jijiu have a seizure? Lao Ke, such an upright person, knowledgeable and kind to others, why did he resign? After all, he is one of the few teachers in the academy. Pillar."
"I'm not sure about this disciple. After all, Chun Dajiu not only fired Master Ke, but also asked you to be included in the wine list."
"I want to make sacrificial wine, did you make a mistake?"
Master Kuang was very confused.
"Teacher, the wine list has now changed from one person to three people."
"Three sacrificial wines, this Chun Da sacrificial wine, maybe he wants to retire and return to his hometown."
"This disciple doesn't know about this. The news also said that he hopes that the three masters can take office as soon as possible to help him and give the mixed-up academy a clear sky worthy of students' study."
"Stop!" Hearing this, Master Kuang raised his hand unbearably and interrupted the disciple's narration, "Is this something that a simple old man can say? It doesn't look like it. Who are the other two? "
"Currently, the other two wine sacrificers have been tentatively identified as Senior Qianji and Zhenren Zhuang."
"A mixed academy? A mixed bag of fish and dragons. A mixed bag of fish and dragons. Aren't the candidates he invited mixed enough? There are everyone! Isn't this mixed enough for him? Then...mixed! Mixed. Mixed..."
Master Kuang seemed to realize something and said to his disciples: "Inform everyone that they will enter the palace tomorrow."
"Teacher, what happened?" Even though there were only two people present, the disciple still noticed the tension in the atmosphere.
"Don't ask any more questions. Pack your bags as soon as possible and set off tomorrow at Tatsuki."
"Yes! Disciple resigns!"
After the disciple went out, Master Kuang was the only one left in the room.
"Trouble." Master Kuang looked north, which was the direction of the academy. "Hopefully it's not too late."
A sigh, a night of silence.
…
This is Yin Yi's third day on the road alone. From the beginning, he felt a little excited for no reason, and then felt a little bored. Gradually, he felt what it meant to be lonely. Why is there no one to talk to in this barren mountain? We might as well stay in Luoyang City. He put his hand into his pocket and casually took out the waist tag with the word "Shou Zang" written on it. He thought to himself: Could this be the waist tag used by the master to draw the sword? After all, the master is also a high-ranking official. Can you use this to cheat him into eating and drinking?
A horse can gallop, but it cannot read minds. The carriage continued to move forward unsteadily, and gradually reached the foot of a high mountain. At this time, Yin Yi didn't remember how many days it had been since he set out. This journey was simply boring, and it made him full of expectations for life in the academy. There was a box of books in the carriage. The box of books was originally placed on the bookshelf in the master's room, but now most of them have been moved here by his father. However, he has almost finished reading these books. Recently, he was on the road during the day and read by the fire at night.
"There doesn't seem to be anything strange about this mountain."
Yin Yi got out of the carriage and let the horse eat grass. He looked up and there seemed to be a Taoist temple on the mountainside. Whether it was selfishness or something else, Yin Yi thought that this mountain was not as majestic as his Nanshan Mountain. However, he doesn't care.
"There seems to be someone living in this Taoist temple. Let's go in and ask for some food." Yin Yi could vaguely see people walking around on the mountain, and Yin Yi's mind became more active. After many days of running around, the dry food is almost gone, and it is time to find some supplies.
Yin Yi found a tree head, tied the horse up and walked over.
This is a different world! After climbing up the mountainside, Yin Yi walked into the gate of the Taoist temple and realized that it was really too big inside, at least bigger than his own home. However, compared with the Zhou Palace that he passed a few days ago, it seemed too small. Such a simple and crude comparison would probably make many teachers vomit out their blood in anger.
How could Yin Yi care about these messy things? He immediately forgot about them. Walking in and looking at the attire of the people inside, Yin Yi felt that they were quite chic and casual. Although they were bare-chested and in the words of his master, they were "mountain woodcutters", but Yin Yi was not disgusted and accepted Zhou Li for a long time. As a teacher, he thought this was too new.
"Elder brother! A guest is coming!" A Taoist priest saw Yin Yi and shouted inside. Yin Yi watched a man with a relatively mature face walk down.
"My Taoist name is Daoyuan. What do you call this distinguished guest?"
"Yin Yi."
"It turns out to be Mr. Yin. Mr. Yin, where did he come from?"
"Come from Luoyang."
"Can you tell me where you are going?"
"inconvenient."
The eldest brother's face suddenly stiffened, but as the eldest brother of this local snake, he quickly adjusted.
"I think Young Master Yin doesn't look very good. Do you need Pindao to arrange a stay for Young Master Yin to rest?"
"Thank you very much, Taoist Priest. I see that you don't look too good. I'm afraid you haven't eaten much. It's almost noon. How about taking me to taste your meals, Taoist Priest?" Yin Yi didn't. Forget your first purpose.
"Young Master Yin, you're welcome, come with me." Seeing the guest suddenly speaking so actively, the senior brother felt a little weird, but he still took Yin Yi to have a meal.
After all, Yin Yi is still a sixteen-year-old boy. Maybe it had been too long since I had eaten anything other than the dry food that was almost gone. When I heard that there was something to eat, I jumped so hard that a waist tag fell out of my pocket.
"Cang!" It was hard not to hear this loud sound. The two of them turned their heads and saw the waist card. Yin Yizheng was about to bend down to pick up the waist card, but suddenly a hand appeared in the view and snatched the waist card away! He raised his eyes and saw an older man who looked younger than his father playing with the waist tag he had just picked up from the ground. His eyes were shining and he couldn't put it down.
"Master of the temple." As usual, Daoyuan saluted to the master of the temple. He thought that the master of the temple could speak in a high-profile manner as usual. But this time, the viewer only responded perfunctorily.
Realizing Yin Yi's gaze, the viewer temporarily put down his belt card and asked Yin Yi: "This young master, can you tell Pindao what the relationship between the master and the owner of this belt card is."
"No. I don't know you, Taoist Master, so why should I tell you?" Realizing that Luoyang really had a place where he could cheat people with food and drinks, Yin Yi decided to hang himself up and sell it.
"This is us..." "I am the temple master here. People outside call me Zhuang Zhenren." Usually, the work of introducing the temple master is done by Daoyuan, but this time the temple master actually did it in person. Going into battle. Thinking of this, Daoyuan couldn't help but look at Yin Yi with a hint of resentment.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I've never heard of it." It's not that Yin Yi wants to be superior, it's mainly because he's never heard of this name.
"It's okay, we treat it as acquaintance. Can this young master tell Pindao?"
"No, at least wait until I'm full."
"The young master is joking. Since the young master can argue with Pindao here, it means that he is still able to tell the answer. For the young master, it is just a matter of one sentence or even a word. But for Pindao, it is very Important. If you answer after you are full, then the time during which you eat will be a torment for Pindao. If you eat well, it will be even more torturous for Pindao. So, can you..."
"That's enough!" I was already hungry, but I felt even hungrier after climbing up the mountain. Now I was forcefully dragged over to debate, and there was even a look like "If you don't tell me, I won't even think about eating." Yin Yi was a little dazzled at this time. He didn't care about respecting his elders as taught by his family, and shouted out instinctively:
"You real person! If you have the time and the mood to argue with a starving guy like me, you might as well find a bridge and count the fish!"
After the words fell, Yin Yi paused for a moment when he looked at Master Zhuang's face, and the corners of his mouth twitched wildly, as if he was remembering an unbearable past.
