ask the world

"Oh, you're going to see that old man. Please thank him when you see him. Although I didn't agree to be his disciple at the beginning, if it weren't for him, I'm afraid I wouldn't be where I am today."

Although Yang Wenfeng, who is suspicious by nature, feels that it is extremely unrealistic to recognize a person who is unknown but outrageously strong as his master, but there is no doubt that the other party has saved his life. thing.

"I'm afraid that my husband still hopes to hear you talk to him face to face, not to mention my current state, I'm afraid that the old man may not necessarily want to see me."

Wang Xiyi's face was smiling at first and then a little sentimental. He looked at Yang Wenfeng a little hesitant to speak.

"Why don't you want to see me? I think you're more likely to give in than that old man. With a disciple like you, he's probably too proud to have time. Why don't you want to see me?"

Yang Wenfeng was a little strange. He could clearly feel his respect, love and longing for that old man during his time with Wang Xiyi, but he never thought that there was such a barrier between the two of them.

"I took a different path from my husband, basically deviant."

Thinking of what his husband said to him when he became famous at the beginning, Wang Xiyi felt a little sad.

"Now that you've figured out the path you're going to take next, don't mention it again. From today on, the mountains are high and the rivers are long. You and I, master and apprentice, don't see each other again."

After saying this, his husband didn't allow him to explain a word, and just drifted away like that, and he didn't see each other again for many years.

"Did you ever ask that old man again? Although I don't know much about him, I can see that he is not the kind of stingy person who is always self-styled."

Yang Wenfeng was a little puzzled by this. Although the founder of Confucianism seemed unreliable to him, he should definitely not be the kind of person who treasures himself.

Wang Xiyi sighed and didn't continue to speak. He didn't understand what kind of person his husband was, but he also understood the importance of context and ethics to his husband too much.

Although his husband never said a word when their lineage collapsed, and since he taught him, whenever he talked about that part of the past, he only mentioned it according to the current situation, but Wang Xiyi can still learn from his husband's calmness. In the tone, I felt some regret and sadness in the details.

Who is his husband?It is the founder of Confucianism for thousands of years, the man who is known as the man who is not born in the sky, and the world is like a long night. When his husband was most energetic, he also had a sad ending that no one could understand. Wang Xiyi once I want to ask his husband personally if he will regret it too?

So Wang Xiyi chose to stand up when he was slandered time and time again, and was smeared time and time again by those dynasties. He wanted to reason with them, for his husband, and for their lineage and this world. Be reasonable.

Just after he crushed those rare geniuses in other countries with his talents, that is when his husband parted ways with him. After that, he really wanted to talk to his husband about his unbelievable heart talk.

He, Wang Xiyi, doesn't care about being famous in the world. It would be boring for him to be the master of the academy. You can choose him, but you just hope to be one of his disciples with him for a long time.

"Since you are unwilling, why don't you ask in person? So what if you deviate from the scriptures, and what's more, it's just a difference in academic positions. How can it be that the master and the student don't meet each other?"

Seeing Wang Xiyi's devastated appearance, Yang Wenfeng was a little speechless. He naturally knew the importance of context and orthodoxy to a family's theory. The road is a little different, so that the teacher and the apprentice don't meet each other. How can such a mind and courage create this Confucianism that is the best in the world?

"I once read a Confucian sage in a book. He once said that the green is from the blue and the green is from the blue. Therefore, the disciple does not have to be inferior to the teacher, and the teacher does not have to be better than the disciple. I believe If the old man wasn't someone who was trying to catch fame, he would still have such a state of mind.

In fact, some thoughts are nothing more than our own self-importance, just like, like my thoughts on Yang Ji. "

After Yang Wenfeng hesitated for a moment, a wry smile appeared on his face. The scene where he is persuading Wang Xiyi now is similar to the scene where many people persuaded him before.

"After my mother passed away, I never talked to Yang Jiduo. I hated him for hurting my mother, and hated him for not being able to avenge my mother. I think this hatred will always be in my heart, even if He is my father.

Later, three years after I left Yuling City, when I saw Yang Ji's white hair at a certain moment, I realized that I didn't actually hate him that much. Find an excuse for yourself, find an excuse to get along with him. "

Yang Wenfeng turned his head and looked at the place on the border of Tianyuan in the distance and laughed at himself. He didn't know what that person was doing at this moment.

"It looks like we are really a pair of hard-to-get-togethers." Hearing Yang Wenfeng's words, Wang Xiyi walked over and patted him on the shoulder feeling a little resentful, then he let out a long breath, and then looked at Yang Wenfeng with firm eyes.

"Little brother, thank you for your words. Although I have already made up my mind to go to see Mr. and his old man today, your words still make me feel relieved. It's a pity. I'm leaving today. If I see you again in the future ..."

Wang Xiyi suddenly seemed to think of something, and swallowed his words again, making Yang Wenfeng a little confused.

"Forget it, let's not talk about the future, today's matter has nothing to do with you, but since they are eyeing you, I am afraid that there will be troubles in the future, and it can be regarded as the senior brother who has troubled you. Before parting, the senior brother will give you something. It can be regarded as a thought between you and my senior brother."

Wang Xiyi took out a yellowed book from his waist behind him and gently inserted it into Yang Wenfeng's waist, then looked at the magnificent scene in the distant sky that ordinary people could not see.

"I'm afraid it's extremely dangerous for you to go here. Although I don't know what you and that old man are doing, I can probably guess that it should be related to the above. In this way, I'm afraid I can't help you. I can only say Take care."

Regarding Wang Xiyi's strange behavior, Yang Wenfeng was not a fool either, he had already guessed a thing or two when he saw the shocking chaos in the world before, plus the old man's detachment from the world before, how could he turn a blind eye to Yang Wenfeng?

Wang Xiyi showed a smile, and he shook his head to Yang Wenfeng to indicate that there was no need for this, and then Wang Xiyi flew up out of thin air, with his green shirt fluttering and independent, like a fairy about to ascend to the world.

"Junior brother, it's a pity to go through this farewell. In the future, the sky is high and the sea is wide, and you will be free to travel. If you have any doubts, you can find them in the book."

Wang Xiyi looked at Yang Wenfeng with recognition and expectation in his eyes. He looked at Yang Wenfeng at this moment like the hope that he found in the book that could relieve his sorrow when he was depressed and unbearable.

Wang Xiyi couldn't help laughing heartily, and then he couldn't help but feel proud: "In the early years, I often heard people say that the scene of those people who have attained the Tao and ascended to the sky is so fairy-like and attracts the attention of the world. I will also go to the sky to have a look, and I dare to ask the people in the sky, can you make room for Wang Xiyi?"

After saying this, I saw a strong wind suddenly blowing up between the heaven and the earth, and then a colorful cloud suddenly appeared above the nine heavens where the sea of ​​clouds was originally turbulent.

In the outer sky that day, hundreds of immortals walked out of the fairy gate and stood separately. Their backgrounds are probably all extraordinary.

The people who can fly from the world to the sky are either those who have attained the Tao or the people who are the best in the world in martial arts. No one thought that they would join forces to confront a seemingly inconspicuous old man, and no one could imagine what it would be like Only a few people can resist so many heavenly immortals working together.

"If you hadn't insisted on being rebellious, there would be no place for you in this fairy world. Give up your obsession, and you still have a chance today."

In the grand Tianmen, there is a panic of Tianwei constantly coming out, and the person inside the door who opened the mouth before speaks again.

"Do you think I will believe this kind of nonsense? Why, there are so many people, why don't you step out of the gate of heaven? Is it because you are not sure to suppress me, an old bone?"

The old man who had guarded the world for thousands of years put away his previous sorrow of parting, and he didn't care about the coercion of hundreds of immortals.

"It's just for the benefit of the tongue."

This time the voice was not from within the Tianmen, but a middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt spoke loudly outside the Tianmen.

"What are you talking about with him, the rebels will see me kill them with a sword."

This time it was a fairy with white beard and hair who was carrying a long sword. He stared at him, and then the long sword on his back clanged, and he came out of the sheath in an instant.

With a sword of light and coldness in the nineteen states, I saw a sword energy streaking across the sky like a comet, magnificent and compelling, even the dense immortal energy was chopped into pieces by this sword like frost and snow under a strong wind Broken away.

Seeing this sword, the old man closed his eyes lightly, touched his empty waist, and then gently made a sword drawing posture, as if he was holding a long sword in his hand.

Today's scholars are very keen on studying abroad. If a long sword can be carried on the waist loop during the study tour, it can be said to be a real scholar, but no one has ever known that the earliest study tour with a sword The best scholar is this old man, and the old man had not practiced martial arts at that time, and the sword he was carrying was just a sustenance.

If there are many thorns and ups and downs in the pursuit of learning, I will cut them all with one sword. This is the mighty sword in the hands of scholars.

Although he didn't have a sword in his hand, there was sword energy all over his body suddenly. Facing the comet-like immortal sword, the sword that was born in the old man's hand had no momentum at all, like a penetrating sword on a moonlit night. The moonlight on the window sill is generally cold and cold.

After the two slashed at each other, the sword energy burst out, and the sword energy shot around like a shower. Fortunately, this place is outside the sky, and all the people present are immortals, so the flying sword The qi did not cause any unexpected damage, but the two sword qi consumed each other and finally dissipated.

"Resist in the corner." After the two swords dissipated out of the sky at the same time, one of the hundreds of immortals spoke in a deep voice, and then an old man in gray robes dressed as a Confucian scholar took a step forward.

The old man dressed as a Confucian scholar raised a skinny arm and pressed lightly on the other party, after that, a fairy energy lingered in the entire sky, the fairy energy lingered like a vast ocean, and in just a moment, it was like a tide hitting the shore poured down from the old man's head.

After the old man raised his head slightly, the corners of his mouth curved in an arc, and he sneered, dismissing the tide of immortal energy above his head.

"It turns out that after so many years of ascension, there are still two times. It's just replacing the vitality of the world with what you call immortal energy. But don't forget, this is still the world."

The old man let out a sneer and let the turbulent tide of immortal energy fall from his head, as if he had no intention of resisting.

The tide of fairy energy fell heavily from the old man's head, and then it fell into the river like a waterfall falling from nine days, and a thick mist rose up to drown the old man in an instant.

After a glass of wine, the mist dissipated, and the immortal energy also calmed down, but the scene after that surprised all the immortals in the field. Although their state of mind had long been calm, they still couldn't help but feel a little shocked when they saw this scene.

I saw the person in the field standing there unscathed, the majestic wave of negative pressure in the sky before seemed to have no effect on him, as if everything that happened before was like a mirage illusory.

"Back then, I was just a funny poor guy who picked up my knowledge and barely opened up a path. Now he really regards himself as the saint who spouts prophecies. It's really ridiculous."

The old man looked at the Confucian scholar who looked about the same age as him with contempt on his face, and then he looked around at the extremely large number of immortals with extremely arrogant expressions.

"How many of you are the ones who really ascended? How many of you are the so-called gods who were sealed after death? Do you really think that my old man is so weak?"

"It's just occupying a favorable location, barely reaching the state where ten thousand dharmas are not added to the body. If it weren't for us to walk out of the gate of heaven, how could you be so relaxed?"

Hearing the old man's words, another person floated out. This time, the immortal was wearing a yellow and purple Taoist robe, holding a big seal in his left hand, and an apricot-yellow Eight Trigrams flag in his right. The sound rumbled like thunder.