ask the world

The dialogue between the two has been confrontational from the very beginning.The middle-aged man thinks that since everyone can speak the truth, then the eyes will naturally start to make sense, which is a good thing.But Yang Wenfeng is not the most indispensable person in the world who speaks reason but has no reason in his heart. It is not a blessing that there are more and more such people.

"Interesting, the young people nowadays are indeed interesting. It seems that I am indeed old, and I am old if I am old!" The middle-aged Confucian scholar, who seemed to be in his 40s, sighed for no reason. He had both ups and downs in his life , I thought this would be the end of my life, but I didn't expect to see such an interesting junior now.

"Let's not talk about whether people have Tao or not, do you know what Tao is?" The other party said with a smile, and then he gently waved his hand to signal Yang Wenfeng in front of him to sit opposite him.

For such a strange middle-aged man, Yang Wenfeng didn't know the details of the other party, just by observing his appearance and listening to his words, Yang Wenfeng could be sure that the other party must be not simple, and he could not even handle it easily.

Yang Wenfeng was also unambiguous, sitting on the floor opposite the middle-aged man and facing each other: "Then if you dare to ask, sir, do you know what is the way?" Yang Wenfeng asked the other party to retreat.

The middle-aged scholar stopped talking, he tapped the pen in his right hand and then drew a horizontal line on the paper. There was only a stroke on the paper but it disappeared. The stroke of the scholar seemed to be empty, leaving nothing behind. Down.

"Tao produces one, but it is not one. In my way, it is Tao but not all Tao. It's like everything in the world is Tao, but it's not Tao." The pen is on top of the inkstone.

"From the contention of a hundred schools of thought before the Warring States Period to the birth of Confucianism and Taoism, whether it is the sages or sages or the common people in the city, everyone has doubts in their hearts, what is the purpose of living in this life, fame and fortune disputes, beauty is easy to die, and eventually they are old and should die but don't want to die. They all have a belief in their hearts, and this is the way they live.

"The willows grow on the branches, the green apricots are surrounded by green water, the frost kills paraquat, and the winter snow stings everything. The law of endless life is the Tao.

"The world in my eyes is one circle after another. Everything is going around in this circle and it is difficult to get out of it. However, I see you traveling outside all circles. You have to enter in and out of all circles. Today That's how it is when you ask." The middle-aged man looked up at the young man who hadn't reached the crown in front of him, and what he saw was an expressionless face.

He seems to see a ray of dawn in the distance of the earth or a distant fall that will not go out. He seems to see the vast sea of ​​clouds rolling and drooping in the Central Plains world.

"The so-called Tao is just everyone's wishful thinking. The direction of the heart is not necessarily the Tao, and the law of all things is not necessarily the Tao. The so-called Tao is just a name we call. It exists and it exists. If it doesn’t exist, it doesn’t exist, could it be that the Tao cannot be found, the Tao cannot be defined, the world will be destroyed, and everyone will commit suicide by wiping their necks?” Yang Wenfeng made a harmless joke with a chuckle.

"Don't rush to speak, even if what you said, what the predecessors said is correct, but what's the use? Take today's situation as an example, you people are just because of one poem and one prose. What is the purpose of making such a fuss to embarrass me?

"You all know that a gentleman is not a weapon, but you still did this today, just relying on the instinctive cognition that a dude has no talent, you completely negate me, and the purpose of your so-called Hanlin Academy's talent is open to discussion , but so what? There are so many of you, and you are all proud children of Confucianism, it is right to defile and mislead others when you stand together, and you are all Dao, how ridiculous?"

"To be honest, I was a little annoyed at first when Yang Ji said that he hated you scholars the most, but after seeing the court surrounded by you scholars and the atmosphere of the Central Plains, I suddenly felt that Yang Ji was a real man, and you scholars are really fucking It’s not a thing!” Yang Wenfeng laughed coldly, then suddenly got up and looked at the middle-aged man who was still sitting still.

"So, I can't listen to a single word of what you people are talking about." Yang Wenfeng stood with his hands behind his back.

What he said was all what he thought, but being born in such a great world, Yang Wenfeng can say that he can act on his own will, but what he can do to change is another matter.

"Behind me is a wilderness. There is no way and no way. You, will you still go on?:" The middle-aged man didn't argue or say anything about Yang Wenfeng's words. He just slowly stood up and turned his body to give way. A position for one person or so.

Yang Wenfeng knew that the other party was not Liu Yan from the Imperial Academy, but since he came today, how could he retreat? Even if there was no way ahead, what would happen?He no longer hesitated or entangled too much with the other party, but when he passed by the other party, he suddenly felt that there was something more about him, and when he walked past the middle-aged man and looked back, the middle-aged man had already disappeared.

Yang Wenfeng looked down at himself and found nothing wrong, he continued to walk out of the pavilion with some doubts.To be honest, this middle-aged man is very different from the previous ones. Yang Wenfeng felt that although his words were sharp, if the other party really compared him, he might not be able to make the other party give way, but the other party still let him go. He was puzzled.

As the other party said, after the last pavilion of Liuli Pavilion, it is really just a wilderness. Yang Wenfeng walks on the roadless wilderness and looks very lonely and lonely, even if he himself feels nothing.

He was the only one walking the road step by step. Yang Wenfeng felt that it was already twilight after he hadn't walked very far. He was a little puzzled. According to his feeling, the day should not be dark at this hour.

As the twilight became heavier, Yang Wenfeng began to feel a little unusual. Slowly, he suddenly heard the sound of reading in the distance, and then a glimmer of glory began to appear in the direction where the sound of reading came from.

"I'm not dissatisfied with self-cultivation or above!" The sound of reading was a little loud at first, but it gradually became quiet.

Yang Wenfeng continued walking, and then met a group of people, including old and young, they were either laughing and playing or dignified and upright, Yang Wenfeng wanted to go up and say hello to them, but for some reason, he felt ashamed just as he was about to say something. As if choked in his throat, he felt that he had nothing to say to these people.

After this group of people passed by Yang Wenfeng, there was no more sound. At this time, the sky began to snow heavily for some reason, but this heavy snow like goose feathers finally fell on the ground without melting or melting, but it never left Yang Wenfeng's body. Even if it is a petal, it has nothing to do with him in the end.

There is only one line of his footprints in the snow, not far away there is a group of children laughing and building snowmen and throwing snowballs. In the distance, there are several thatched huts with smoke, and the smell of fried rice from the houses is refreshing.

Yang Wenfeng suddenly felt a little tired. He saw an unknown old tree beside the thatched house. There was a stone table and two stone benches under the old tree. Yang Wenfeng walked over and sat down on the stone bench. Looking at the children's play in the distance, and smelling the aroma of rice, I feel indescribably beneficial.

I don't know how long it took to sit this time, and for some reason, the fragrance of the child in front of me is always there.Those children also came over to play with Yang Wenfeng, but they were only around ten feet away. There were simple people in the house who wanted to invite him to dinner and stay overnight, but they never disturbed him in the slightest.

From the beginning to the end, Yang Wenfeng sat on the stone bench without saying a word but with a smile on his face. He never participated in the happiness of these people, as if watching the happiness of these people was his greatest happiness.

Gradually, the children in front of him began to grow up, and the people in those huts began to settle down in the soil. Eventually, the children became parents, and the parents had children. The only one who remained unchanged was Yang Wenfeng.

He seemed to be sitting and falling asleep, and in this big dream, only he stayed in place, and he didn't know when he would wake up.

One day, a bloody man came to this village. This man was wearing a golden armor with a long sword. He staggered and fell to the entrance of the village and was finally rescued by several children.

The man lived in the village for a few months. During this time, he also came to Yang Wenfeng's side to see him, but in the end he couldn't get close to him. It's just that the man's face was somewhat similar to Yang Wenfeng's, and the two seemed to exist. There is some kind of inexplicable connection.

The man is very kind. He not only helps the villagers to repair it every day, but also teaches the children some self-defense skills at other times.A few months later, the man was leaving, and when he left, he left behind the golden armor and a promise.

At the beginning, the villagers didn't think too much about it, and they still went to work every day when the sun rose and went to sunset.It's just that one day another outsider came to the village. While chatting, the outsider knew about the golden armor, so he brought a lot of clothes and utensils to the village to exchange the golden armor within a few days after leaving.

These clothes and utensils caused an uproar in the small village. In the end, due to the problem of uneven distribution, everyone in the village began to have some cracks in their hearts. Killing each other, but what about that promise?

Even if a piece of gold armor is like this, what can that person get with a promise? These simple villagers can't imagine.

The whole family began to leave, in search of the promise that they didn't know they could find, and finally there was no one in the village.

Yang Wenfeng watched all this happen, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, he could no longer see the figures of the children, and he could no longer smell the unique smell of the rice.

It was snowing again this year, this time Yang Wenfeng didn't stay out of the matter like before, this time the heavy snow covered his whole being and heart.He felt very cold, and felt that he was really the only one in this world. He wanted to open his eyes and take a look, and wanted to stand up and move his body, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a single movement.