Sword of Coming Chapter 1029

After drinking the wine, Lu Chen threw the empty wine bottle into the stream outside the window, and drifted away with the water. No accident, it would be picked up by a new river **** downstream who knew the goods and put it in his pocket.

You Gaojiu and the young hidden official are drinking friends, and Chen Ping'an and I are Taoist friends, so we are like friends who have never been masked. A meeting ceremony that can refine water transportation is not a respect.

Turning around and laughing with Ning Ji, "Mr. Chen is about to teach a book. You go to the school with me first and have a look at some interesting things."

There was a string of bells hanging under the eaves outside the house, and a long rope hung down. The end of the rope was about the same height as Chen Ping'an's outstretched arm. Zhangjiao Lu really owed his hands, so he was going to ring the bell, but Ning Ji stopped him, Lu Chen laughed. They can't hear except you and me. Seeing that the young man insisted on his own opinion, Lu Chen had to give up, and took the young man to look at another object and asked if he knew what it was? Ning Ji couldn't explain it clearly, so Lu Chen began to introduce it. It turned out that Chen Ping'an was outside the school and made a simple sundial with his own hands. It was engraved with the characters of the twelve Earthly Branches, and used the shadow of the sun to time the time. There are twelve hours in a day, and one hour is eight quarters.

It's just that it's impossible to confirm the time on rainy days, so Chen Pingan asked Zhao Shuxia to say hello to himself at some important nodes and remind him.

Lu Chen stretched out a finger, pressed the sun shadow on the sundial, and began to move, the sun shadow moved quickly with the fingers of Master Lu.

Ning Ji turned his head to look at the school subconsciously. The scene in the house was like a book that turned pages quickly. When Lu Chen retracted his finger, the picture was frozen and everything returned to normal.

Then Lu Chen walked into Chen Ping'an's house. Although Ning Ji was curious, he just stood at the door. Unable to stop this Headmaster Lu, the young man could always suppress his curiosity.

Lu Chen looked at the stacks of books on the table, at least half of them were the first drafts compiled by Chen Ping'an himself, and smiled knowingly, it seemed that Chen Ping'an was in this village school and used it as a beginner's book for the opening of the school, not only under the mountain. The general three hundred thousand and "Dragon Wen Whip Shadow", "Young Learning Qionglin", these are the common Mongolian books of the mountain school.

Walking in the long river of time, the young man who was swimming in the water didn't realize it, and he didn't even feel dizzy.

From this, it can be seen that the tenacity of Ning Ji's skin is extremely outstanding.

Lu Chen walked out of the room, shook his wrist, held a pocket sundial in his palm, and handed it to Ning Ji, "Next, it's up to you to control the speed of the passage of time."

Ningji shook his head.

Lu Chen smiled and said, "Ning Ji, remember a truth, whether you have it or not, and whether you use it or not, are two different things. It's a world of difference."

Ning Ji hesitated, and thanked Zhang Zhangjiao. The young man carefully took the sundial, which was a little lighter than expected.

Then Ning Ji asked, "Master Lu, can you make Shi Chen go slower, or go back?"

Lu Chen secretly praised the young man's inference, nodded, and said indifferently: "Of course, it is a trick of carving insects that a **** on the mountain will know.

The young man smacked his tongue incessantly. Are all the gods on the mountain so powerful?

Lu Chen rejoiced in misfortune, since most of them are not his direct disciples anyway, so it is a good idea to cheat. One day in the future, when the young man finds out that Chen Ping'an can't even control a long river of time, then his eyes will be wide open, and when Lu Chen thinks about this scene now, he finds it interesting, exciting, and very interesting!

In the school, some children's hands and nails were full of dirt.

There are also poor families, calloused hands at a young age, no shoes, or slightly better, put on a new pair of shoes when they enter school.

There is that person who is naturally active, like someone who doesn't have a long butt. In class, he either likes to be swayed, or he likes to tease the adjacent table.

Standing at the door, Ning Ji was a little afraid to enter the school.

Lu Chen stood aside, put one leg up on the windowsill, and bent over to press his leg there.

Ning Ji asked in a low voice, "Why doesn't Daoist Wu use his real name?"

He never dared to speak in a normal voice, the young man always felt that it would disturb Wu Daochang's lectures.

Lu Chen smiled and said, "This habit is not very good, it's not fair enough. When you walk around the world, you don't say yes, you don't change your name, you don't change your surname. As a friend, you have to persuade Chen Ping'an well when you go back to the poor road."

"Wu Di, the homonym is invincible, the origin of this pseudonym is that he once visited the Suoyun Sect together with a good friend back then. Over there, he made up his mind temporarily, calling himself Chen Haoren, the road name 'Invincible', saying that he likes to walk straight, and let Suo Yunzong block the ancestral mountain on the road, move the top of the mountain. Listen and see, what are you? Suo Yunzong's concierge, do you want to hit someone when you hear this kind of bastard?"

Ning Ji said: "Wu Daochang always has his reasons for doing things."

Lu Chen smiled knowingly, "It's a coincidence, his friend's name is Liu Jinglong, and he was called his disciple at that time, and he changed his name together. He has no Taoist name yet, so he is called Liu Dao. A person who will believe that good people are rewarded for the rest of their lives. Chen Haoren, Liu Dao, who is very patient in reasoning, firmly believes that he can always make sense with others, if he focuses on the key points, isn't he a good person who can reason well? In this way, it is indeed a beautiful vision.”

Ning Ji said, "Master Lu is traveling abroad, so he doesn't need a pseudonym?"

Lu Chen interlaced his hands and fingers, held it high above his head, pressed his legs sideways over there repeatedly, and said with a smile, "Pin Dao is out of the house and prefers to use his real name, but most people have heard of it, even if they know that there is such a thing as 'Lu Chen' in the world. The number of people must not be taken seriously. Some people have heard that as long as the poor don't want them to think more, they can't think more about Bai Yujing and Zhangjiao Lu. There are a handful of monks on the mountain, more It's a long-acquainted friend, so it doesn't matter if you hide your identity."

"As for the origin of the traces."

Lu Chen pointed to the willow Yiyi in the distance, "Look, every winter and spring come, the willow branches are newly turned, and the scenery is old. The old traces, the traces of the past that have passed away, have a bit of sadness and nostalgia. Life. Going around is like grinding a cow, stepping on the old traces step by step, go and don't repeat the words, the bitterness is too sad."

Speaking of this, Lu Chen was proud, squinting and smiling: "If you read more in the future, you will find an interesting thing. If you really have to worry about it, the phrase "Chen Ji" actually originated from Pindao's "Tian Luck". Ning Ji, let me tell you a word without bragging. In the past six thousand years, in several worlds, no matter who or what Dao origin, as long as you have a little knowledge, each family will write books and make statements. The characters who are mentioned most in the books, if there are any If you can make a summary of the good people, then the Pindao does not say that it is firmly at the top of the list, and it is definitely among the top three. Even in the Buddhist koan, there are many quotes from the Pindao, which are used to beat the machine."

Having said that, Lu Chen patted his stomach and said, "The biggest meal in the world is the biggest, are you hungry?"

Just as Ning Ji was about to shake his head, his stomach gurgled in disgrace, as if Daoist Lu had reminded him, and the young man realized his hunger.

Lu Chen put away his legs and ran to the yellow mud stove that was also used as a pile of debris and where the warrior Zhao Shuxia laid the ground floor. After handing a bowl of wontons to Ning Ji, Lu Chen sat on the threshold of the stove with a celadon jug at his feet, which contained the bayberry shochu made last year. , tapped the mouth of the bowl with chopsticks, and asked with a smile, "Ning Ji, do you think reading can be eaten as a meal?"

The young man squatted aside, holding a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in one hand. Hearing Daochang Lu's question, he quickly swallowed the wonton in his stomach and said, "The world is better now.

Lu Chen put down his chopsticks like flying, devoured it, picked up the last wonton from the bowl, and said with a smile, "In the past, there was a very powerful Taoist cultivator on your side of Aquarius, a sword cultivator with a clear mind, his name is Li. Tuan Jing, he has a very interesting saying that in today's world, the reason why Qi practitioners are masters in the mountains is that God enjoys eating, and Qi practitioners are the bowl, which seems to be the biggest. The food in the bowl, but It turned the wontons into the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. If God changed the method at the beginning, for example, who is the best at weaving straw shoes, who is the best in craftsmanship, and who is the uncle, then it will be a different situation."

Ning Ji wondered: "What did Daomaster Lu tell me about these big truths?"

After drinking the remaining soup in the bowl, Lu Chen burped, put the empty bowl beside his feet, put his chopsticks on the bowl, picked up the pot of green plum shochu, and took a gulp of spirits, the Taoist shivered and laughed. Dao: "We always do too much and think too little. We eat too much, and we have nothing to do. So in the eyes of the poor Taoist master, what is a Taoist, only 'you have more than enough to serve the world'."

Ning Ji asked tentatively, "Is it like I'm hungry, but I'm empty-handed, and Daoist Lu is kind enough to make a bowl of wontons for me to eat?"

Lu Chen snorted and said in surprise, "Is the young man so enlightened?"

Ning Ji hesitated for a moment, "But the ingredients and the kitchen are from Daochang Wu."

Lu Chen suddenly burst into laughter, and finally managed to restrain his smile, raised his head and drank the bayberry soju, then turned his head and blinked at the young man, "Then you feel that you are in between being hungry and having a full meal, and you are in a poor way to the end. What have you done?"

Ning Ji subconsciously glanced at the empty bowl beside Lu Daochang's feet and the pair of chopsticks placed on top, then looked at the bowl and chopsticks in his hands, the teenager shook his head, always feeling that the answer in his heart was wrong after all.

"Lending money is like giving, and collecting debt is like collecting."

Lu Chen smiled and said, "It has been natural since ancient times."

Ning Ji didn't think much about it. Anyway, he didn't understand. He just put away Daochang Lu's bowls and chopsticks, walked into the stove, cleaned them first, and then put the bowls and chopsticks back into the cabinet and bamboo tube.

Lu Chen wrapped his arms around his sleeves and turned his head to stare at the blue shirt on the school's side.

The school starts on time every day in the middle of the hour, and the early class is endorsed for two quarters of an hour.

Children who are late will be punished. They will stand in the classroom and stand against the wall. If there are too many times, they will be hit by a wooden board and eaten three times. Among them, Mengtong, who are playful, forgetful, and have not completed their schoolwork, have a table and stool behind them, in addition to the penalty stand and the ruler, so that they can use it to make up their schoolwork before returning to their seats.

The seats in the school are divided into three columns according to age groups, namely, six to eight years old, eight to ten years old, and ten years old and above.

More than a dozen children, each with its own desk and bench. Because there are not many students, it is not crowded.

Chen Ping'an sat on a chair opposite the Meng children. He seemed to close his eyes and rest in peace, but in fact he listened carefully to the different reading sounds of the three children.

Lu Chen smiled and asked, "Ning Ji, do you know what the sound of a book is?"

The young man shook his head.

"A reader is a reader, and reading is naturally read out word by word."

Lu Chen leaned his back against the window sill, with his arms wrapped around his sleeves, and explained with a smile: "The original meaning is the sound of gold and stone hitting each other, the quality is like a clear chime, the sound is like a solitary tree, the sound is sloping and the rocks are rocky. Later generations felt that the meaning of this stack of words is real. Beautiful, it is used to describe a good reading sound, and now it is."

For three different age groups, Chen Ping'an will teach different levels of homework.

For example, in the teaching of the school yesterday and the endorsement this morning, if the child feels that he is familiar with the memorization, he can raise his hand to indicate that Chen Ping'an will let him go to his side and check it again. Meng Tong repeated the rough text of the paragraphs he had memorized by himself. At that moment, it seemed that the identities of the teacher and the student were reversed.

If it is clear and generally correct, Chen Ping'an will nod his head and let the child return to his seat. If Meng Tong's endorsement is accurate, the text is still not accurate enough, or the content is missing, Chen Ping'an will help to correct it and check for omissions. Fill in the gaps, and then let the child go back and continue to recite.

In the past few days, Lu Chen, who has not been bothering Ning Ji to watch the scenes of time, finally opened his mouth and reminded: "Ning Ji, don't underestimate the part of Meng Tong's re-telling, this is the essence of both teaching and studying. In the future When the students walk out of the school, whether they can start their careers, and even whether they can make a difference, come out of their own way, and speak on behalf of the sages, this is all in one fell swoop.”

The teacher taught the book, to Meng Tong's endorsement, and then to the reversed lecture, the student taught, the teacher listened.

There is a sequence here, there is a sequence. This is to know the reason and the reason, and to know the sequence, then the approach is close.

Ning Ji said, "Master Lu is at Bai Yujing, and he will give lectures too, right?"

Lu Chen smiled, "Too lazy to do it occasionally. There are too many smart people on the twelfth floor of Baiyujing Five City, and almost none of them are stupid, which is the reason why I don't want to preach."

In terms of the breadth and depth of knowledge, for thousands of years in the world, apart from the number of people with a few hands, the gap between everyone and Lu Chen is just one Lu Chen.

Ning Ji didn't think too much about it, he just thought that the "immortals" of Bai Yujing were so smart that they didn't need to attend lectures.

In fact, it is just the opposite. Just as Lu Chen once joked with Chen Ping'an, Cui Dongshan's sleeve is called "beating the stupid place", and his sleeve belongs to the "smart place in the world".

After the end of the morning class endorsement, the next is the daily formal class.

Chen Ping'an led the Meng children to read the "Book of Life" for about half an hour. There were three columns of students, and the content of the reading was different. From the lowest to the highest, Chen Ping'an came in order.

The other two Mengtong can read the book by themselves, or read new books by themselves, but their voices should not be too loud. Read it a hundred times, and read it a hundred times.

Of course, you can also listen to the teacher's lectures. For example, six or seven-year-old children, as long as they are interested, can listen to the teacher's homework for students over ten years old.

Generally speaking, in rural villages, families do not have too high expectations for their children to go to school. They just want their children to learn some words in the future, to be able to keep accounts, and to write a few couplets during Chinese New Year. . Therefore, the general school teachers usually follow the steps step by step, asking the children to read and recite and learn to write. There are printed copies and copybooks specially used to trace red and postscripts. Over time, students can get rid of their own writing, and the master will teach the brushwork. In addition to the Confucian classics officially recognized by the Confucian Temple and the imperial court, he will also read ancient texts. At this time, You can start learning how to write. In the countryside, the conditions are simple, and if you only talk about writing lessons, you can only do it, mostly with charcoal, or with stones similar to yellow mud to write on a thin bluestone board of moderate size. , it is convenient for repeated use, or the wooden sand table is filled with a layer of fine sand from the streams and rivers, and the branches or cut bamboo are used as pens.

Just like here, there is a green bamboo pen holder on each desk, which is filled with thin bamboo pens, and a square wooden box sand tray is placed in the desk drawer.

There is also a thick booklet the size of a slap with an odd title

, it is "Fu Er Shu", which is more than 3,000 characters selected by Chen Ping'an from 300,000 other enlightenment books, and each character is divided into several contents. Small capital letters indicate pronunciation, word meaning, and several common phrases.

Ning Ji was a little envious of the book "Fu Er Zi", and Zhang Zhang was very understanding, so the young man had another book in his hand in addition to the pocket sundial.

The boy asked, "Do you have to recognize so many words before leaving the school?"

Lu Chen smiled and said, "Of course, as long as you can recognize three or four thousand words, what book can't you read in the future?"

The boy asked again, "Can you do it?"

Lu Chen said: "You can definitely do it. As for a child in this school who is studying hard, even if he is six years old, he can learn for five or six years. Indeed, it is difficult to say that it belongs to Mengtong who is not suitable for studying by nature."

The young man hesitated.

"This day" after school, Mr. Chen and the young man named Zhao Shuxia were eating at the same table, and Zhao Shuxia helped Ning Ji to ask a question.

What should I do about those Mengtong who are not enlightened when they read?

Mr. Chen gave an answer with a smile. Studying is hard, and studying is hard, but it is extremely difficult. It is worse than "hard work".

In a young school career, as long as you learn the word hard work, you will get your true duty and ability. No matter what you do in the future, you will have a skill, but if all your peers endure hardships in the school years, you will lose it early. If you work hard, you will get out of the school in the future. What will you do? Not to mention everyone, but the vast majority of people are prone to self-suggestion when they encounter difficulties, slack in their hearts, unwilling to insist on something, and give up early. This is really the beginning of everything is difficult.

At the dinner table, Chen Ping'an suddenly asked: "Zhao Shuxia, do you think whether a person works hard is also a talent?"

Zhao Shuxia thought about it for a moment, but he still couldn't seem to give an answer, he just said, "Similar in nature, but far from each other?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded, "Teaching is not strict, teachers are lazy. From tomorrow, the board will be played harder."

Zhao Shuxia held back for a long time and said, "The girls in the school occasionally forget their homework. Why don't they see how the master punishes them. It seems that they haven't even used the ruler."

They just went to the back and punished them for a stop as usual, with tears in their eyes. When Master saw it, he would immediately soften his heart and quickly find a compromise. He asked them to recite a few sentences and paragraphs, most of which were extremely difficult assignments, and passed the examination. If they do, they will be asked to return to their seats to read.

Chen Ping'an glared: "They are girls after all, not to mention you said that they just forget their schoolwork occasionally. Can they be like those naughty boys?"

Zhao Shuxia was silent, just casually said, Master, why are you so anxious.

After reading "raw books" every day, the next step is to warm "cooked books".

Since they were teaching Mengtong to three age groups, it would take about half an hour.

As a starting point for young children to learn, Chen Ping'an not only taught the Four Books and Five Classics, which was slightly rigid, followed the rules, and taught the content in strict order, in addition to several classics and book passages that he carefully selected and found to be pure and rational. The teaching purpose is naturally to take the most mellow books of the ancients and sages, and to learn from a broad perspective, so these sentences or paragraphs do not need to be so step-by-step, they are relatively simple and easy to understand.

There is also a "Book of Filial Piety".

In the interval between Wen and familiar books, Chen Ping'an will follow certain sentences and make some point-to-point extensions, and emphasize some basic etiquette for children and others with Mengtong.

"It's easy to fail in the words of rationality, it's not as good as the words of propriety."

Lu Chen sat on the table by the back wall, clasped the back of his head with both hands, smiled and said, "Hundreds of good and filial piety come first. Ning Ji, have you noticed that there are many local ruffians and rogues who fight and kill outside, no matter how much they do? When I get home, I either meet the mouse when I see my father, or I don't dare to be called an unfilial son no matter what the reputation is. There are also some children who were especially naughty when they were studying. The teacher of the teacher will still be respectful, maybe willing to pinch the nose, bite the bullet, and obey a few words."

Ning Ji is usually sitting on the bench, sitting upright, like a squatting child, listening carefully to Mr. Chen's lectures.

Ning Ji wondered: "Master Lu, is it the first course arranged with Mr. Chen, and there is a big discrepancy?"

Previously, Headmaster Lu showed him a piece of paper that recorded the course schedule in detail. In many places, it was different from the current academic plan that was actually implemented.

Lu Chen smiled and said: "He was overthrown by himself. To be precise, Chen Ping'an was going to take a break, but he probably felt that teaching like this at the beginning was too difficult, and Meng Tong would not be able to keep up with the progress. They can easily lose interest in reading. Although it is a very hard thing to go to school, if a teacher can make Mengtong feel less boring at the beginning of teaching as much as possible, of course, it is more All right."

Lu Chen flipped his wrist and took a book from the desk drawer of Chen Ping'an's residence and handed it to Ning Ji, "Look at what's different."

Ning Ji opened the pages of the school's reading book and found that in the margins, next to many words, many annotations were written in teeny small capital letters. The text content is several times larger than the reading itself.

Lu Chen smiled and said, "This is the book Chen Ping'an used to teach. Meng Tong will not know about Mr. Teach's thoughts and skills."

Ning Ji asked curiously, "Are all teachers in the world like this?"

Lu Chen said: "The mind and the idea are similar, it's just that the time-consuming is different, and the effort is different."

Lu Chen shook his sleeves, threw out a stack of paper, and handed it to the young man, "This is the sage of Zhaoling, who is not a sage of the Confucian Temple, but a sage, and Master Xu's explanation of words. These scattered pages have not yet been compiled into a book, are they? Manuscripts in the true sense are not the so-called manuscripts that will be published later. You keep it, you don't have to return it, how to deal with it in the future, and you don't need to ask the meaning of the poor. Don't be pretentious, do you think you will be rewarded without merit, Pindao and you meet by chance, and I will definitely meet again after you come."

Except for the student book and the Wenshu book, the difference is not big, only a few book lists have been changed, but after that, the "talking book" item on the paper was directly deleted by Mr. Chen, and the note was made with a red pen on the paper" put on hold".

And the subsequent ~www.mtlnovel.com~, for example, the first course formulated by Mr. Chen, is to read and examine the differences in the governance of a certain person, look at the provincial records, and cite examples of dictionaries, three pages per week. Zhuzi Primary School, one page per day, etc. Moreover, in this column, Mr. Chen had several signs of changing the number of Zhu pens, and he kept ticking them off and rewriting them. More than once, the result was eventually replaced by Mr. Chen with more simple and superficial books, and one more book was added. The drawing book, of course, is also from Mr. Chen's manuscript book, painting various mountains and rivers, hundreds of techniques, etc., supplemented by words, pictures and texts.

Just talking about this book, the front pages are mostly related to rural villages and secular life, such as spring ploughing, farming time, grains, and various trees and fish.

At the same time, the writing class, which is the last item in the morning, has also undergone great changes. For example, the earliest plan for Mongolian children of different school ages is "Daily Writing, Cross on the Forehead of Ancient Steles", "Shuowen Interpretation of Chinese Characters, Three The characters range from five characters to five, and during the teaching period, the rhythm, exegesis, etc. can be briefly explained. The Book of Filial Piety or the Classic of Huang Ting should be written in block script, in bold pen, and written on two pages.”

After that, there was another idea that was finally abandoned by Mr. Chen, that is, to teach Meng Tong to learn to write, not from the regular regular script, but completely according to the origin of the font, starting from the small seal script, then the official script, and finally the regular script. As for running script and cursive script, as well as the more ancient insect-bird seal script, Mr. Chen first commented on the word "inappropriate", and then he thought of a few workarounds, such as whether to teach only a few words, so that people can be confused Tong knows that there are still these kinds of fonts in the world... The result is still ticked off by the red pen, and Mr. Chen commented again next to it, "It's not right to think about it."

There is also a stack of paper on the table alone, with many notes written on it.

For example, regarding "filial piety" and "filial piety", Mr. Chen has written several words to remind himself, and it is obviously his handwriting and experience in different time periods.

"Should I say no? It is necessary to carefully explain the difference between the two and be cautious. If there is no absolute certainty and the right time, don't mention it."

Another example is the sentence "In the world, determination comes first." Then Mr. Chen had a question. Can the determination of young children be divided into levels, sizes, and priorities?

The Master said that when his parents are here, he should not travel far, and he must travel well. But when you are with your parents, you must not be ignorant, one is joyful, the other is fearful. Both languages ​​can be explained together.

There are still some questions and ideas, which are written in teeny small letters or running script, and a whole page of paper is still unfinished, and there are dense texts related to it on the reverse side.

There is also a manuscript booklet that has not been used in the school for the time being. It is still handwritten by Chen Ping'an.

Collected the aphorisms and aphorisms of ancient and modern masters, ancient people's shallow words, good words and deeds, intercepted some popular poems, and so on.

There is another thin abridged version, which is catchy to read because it rhymes and seems to be jingle.

In the early years, Chen Ping'an went out for a long trip alone, and later on the Tongyezhou side, he took Xiaoheitan on the night road together, and he used it all.

All of them are based on the original script of Li Shilang from the night cruise entry city, picking and choosing, and compiled the rhyme.

Thirty-six excellent essays by writers of past dynasties dedicated to describing landscapes were selected, and they were divided into three volumes by Chen Ping'an. Each volume has its own simple and beautiful prose.

In the school's calligraphy class, Chen Ping'an first taught Mengtong to write their own names. If they had been in a school for a few years before, they learned to write sentences like "learn and learn from time to time", otherwise it would be a hall in the village ancestral hall. The numbered plaque and the few couplets.

In addition, there are some well-known but easy-to-understand verses, such as raising your head to look at the bright moon, the city springs with deep grass and trees, and the day is full of mountains. The spring is late, Huimuqiqi... While the Mengtong children are burying their heads in writing, the teacher in the Confucian shirt, long coat and cloth shoes walks between the three rows of desks with his hands behind his back, occasionally reaching out and twisting the Mengtong's "Pen tube", if Chen Pingan mentions it lightly, he will remind them to pay attention and learn to concentrate when holding a pen and writing. Or stop and point out that a certain stroke is wrong when the child is writing.

When the calligraphy class is over, it is noon, and the class ends on time. Meng Tong can go home for lunch and have half an hour to spare.

If there are only two meals a day, morning and evening, just play with each other, climb the tree to catch birds and go down to the river to fish at will.

Lu Chen and Ning Ji were like two out-and-out "outsiders", watching the liveliness of the open space outside the school.

Whenever this time, Zhao Shuxia, who looks tall and strong, comes in handy, because the master will ask him to practice a set of boxing techniques.

Zhao Shuxia was thin-skinned, but it was actually quite embarrassing at the beginning. The key master also told him to make some noises, the dust was flying, and the two sleeves were crackling.

For those active boys, watching Zhao Shuxia boxing is not much different than following the elders in the family to go to the county town to go to the market, watch the temple fair, or buy New Year's goods during the New Year's Day.

And Chen Ping'an himself went to the kitchen to eat, holding a bowl, leaning against the door, and standing there watching Zhao Shuxia's jokes.

There are three girls in Mengtong who like to kick the shuttlecock, so Chen Ping'an made a few copper coin feather shuttlecocks and a feather duster by the way.

Chen Ping'an would occasionally call a yellow-faced and thin Mengtong to have lunch together. This child was sitting in the middle of the school, but he looked even shorter and thinner than the five- or six-year-old Mengtong who had just entered school. He only called twice, and the child was all red. Without nodding his face, Chen Pingan thought about it and stopped insisting.

Due to the low tuition fees and the small number of Mengtong children, Chen Pingan built a vegetable garden near the school, surrounded it with a bamboo fence, raised some chickens and ducks, and rented it from the villagers at a low price. A small bamboo forest and tea garden, together with Zhao Shuxia, reclaimed wasteland on the mountain, planted some crops such as corn, and planted fruit trees such as peaches and loquats. Originally, Chen Pingan was thinking about whether to make a pigsty and buy two piglets. He also thought about planting mulberry trees, but whether raising pigs or silkworms, the smell was heavy, so just think about it.

If you really want to improve the food, you can go to the mountain to set up traps and cover, but it is not enough, let Zhao Shuxia catch the deer and wild boar.

Lu Chen leaned against the sundial, stretched out a finger, and wrote a word "丂" in the air.

The Taoist priest and the young man on the side explained with a smile: "The word later evolved into 'yu', which in ancient times means the appearance of wanting to stretch out. In two days, there will be an old Taoist immortal who will make a piece that joins the Taoist Galaxy. This is the surname of Lao Zhenren, and he is used to call him Fu Lu Yu Xuan on the mountain, which is somewhat similar to 'Tan Tian Zou, Shu Di Lu' of the Yin-Yang family, and of course Pei Min, one of the three great swordsmen."

Speaking of this, Lu Chen raised his hand, and in his hand there were two more hiking sticks made of green bamboo, which he threw to the boy, and said with a smile, "Let's go, I'll show you around the nearby mountains and rivers."

Ning Ji stretched out his hand and took the green bamboo stick, and said, "Lord Daoist, my foot strength is okay."

Lu Chen took the lead to move, walked out of the drying yard on the side of the school, walked along a small road by the stream to the next village, and said with a casual smile: "Whether it's a literati traveling in the mountains and water, or a literate person who travels the mountains and waters to make a living, When there is always a lack of physical strength, take 10,000 steps back and say, no matter how good a person's legs are, his heart is. Just take it."

A young Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown hangs a black bag around his waist, poking the ground with a bamboo stick, leisurely, "At a young age, in addition to studying and increasing knowledge, you also need to pay attention to a person who cultivates vitality, nourishes the spirit, strengthens the body, and is stable. physique."

"Always let the consciousness abdicate and the primordial spirit return. This is what we Taoists call 'constantly protect the child'. As for what is consciousness and what is primordial spirit, if you have the opportunity to practice in the future, you will understand it. Remember to communicate with you. Preacher, please ask one more question, the origin of Yuanshen and Yuanying."

"In the future, on the way of studying and cultivating the Tao, you will definitely encounter a kind of entangled person. It has nothing to do with good or bad, good or evil, but just unsettled."

"Knowing that you have done something wrong, you must be willing to say sorry to others, and when you encounter excessive demands from others, you must also dare to say no Feel free, I am still me, and things turn around, I am who I am.”

When he came to the stream, Lu Chen washed his face with water. There was an old camphor tree with green shade on the bank. Lu Chen sat on the stone and rested for a while. Said: "Don't blindly praise the ancients, blind

Looking at the ancient books, his eyes slid into the pile of old papers, but he didn't come out, he couldn't come out. "

"Just like Chen Ping'an, when reading, you must first thicken the book, then thin it, and finally do one thing, and the remaining few words that are in harmony with the book, or one or two truths, any book, whether it is known as a hundred generations Unchangeable classics, or miscellaneous books that are not orthodox enough, or even considered unpopular, to be able to get one or two truths that truly belong to you is already a rare thing, and it is not considered a free reading.”

Speaking of this, Lu Chen stretched out his left hand, put his fingers together, twisted and drew a few circles, the young man was horrified to find that the greenness of the shade of the tree had been condensed by the Taoist priest, Lu Chen looked into the stream again. Fan, when he hooked his fingers, a wet bluestone jumped out of the water, rubbed it in his right hand, and the crumbs fell, and finally turned into two long strips of turquoise green seals. The Taoist held the seals with his two fingers. Using the fingers of his left hand as a carving knife, he began to engrave the seals, namely, "Opening the book is beneficial" and "Ning Ji has read it." They handed them over to the young man and smiled: "If you come across a good book that you like in the future, you can stamp this on the page. Two seals."

The young man was really happy to see it, so he was welcome, and quickly thanked the headmaster Lu, Lu Chen smiled and waved his hand, "What are you being polite to the poor Taoist, I really feel sorry for it, on the way to practice in the future, since the registration number, you can add an additional number. In a word, Lu Chen is your little master. Although you and I are the kind of masters and apprentices that are not justifiable, we must remember the past, and we still need to talk about the incense in the past. "

Afterwards, the young man followed the Taoist priest along the mountain road. There were dark clouds above his head, and there were thunderstorms. It looked like it was going to rain.

When they came to a top of the mountain, the local people called this place commonly known as Sendjialing.

In an instant, the rain was majestic, and the sky and the earth were dark.

Lu Chen handed Ning Ji an oil-paper umbrella.

The rain poured down like a gap in the sky.

The two stood in place with umbrellas, Lu Chen smiled and said, "What is a perfect person, and the nature stretches without omission."

"The first-class scholar among the heavens and the earth learns from the word 'li', or opens up or stabilizes the road, so that the road of the world is not dry and cracked in drought, and not muddy in the rainy season. Just like the road when we came."

"Second-class scholars spend their whole lives studying the word 'li', striving to get it right and inheriting the incense of Taoism. It's like the house over there and the umbrella in our hands."

"Thirdly, studying in the study, reading the scriptures with white heads, and going around on the 'character' can also benefit the context. Just like every three or five miles, there is a pavilion on the side of the road."

"The next step is to read a lot of sages and sages, still half a bucket of water, seek benefits and avoid harm, but have no intention of harming others, and are willing to do some good deeds within their ability, the scholars in the world, such people make up eight or nine out of ten. The next level is the vulgar and unbearable Confucian, who is sane, old-fashioned and pedantic. , the greater the harm to the world. It's like a certain kind of person said in a Buddhist scripture, who enters my law and lives in my monastery, and destroys my righteousness."

Soybean-sized raindrops made the oil-paper umbrella tremble.

Ning Ji vaguely saw that among the muddy mountain roads in the distance, someone was walking fast and came here.

The teenager has a good memory and is good at capturing details. He is keen to discover that the Zhao Shuxia who came here by the mountain is not the Zhao Shuxia of "today".

Lu Chen said, "Zhao Shuxia came here to practice boxing. At the school, you are constrained by your hands and feet. This boxing move can't be used, and the movement of punching is too loud."

Cui Yu has a boxing method called Yunzhan Daze Style.

Sure enough, then Zhao Shu came down to the top of the mountain, stood on his feet, sighed in his dantian, opened his boxing frame, and started throwing punches towards the sky.

Lu Chen and the young man explained: "This boxing has a great origin. There is an old man named Cui who belongs to the Confucian scholar of Yasheng. He reads a lot. One day, he saw an allusion of the barnyard official's wild history in the book. After several years of drought, the people were struggling to survive. There was a female rain teacher who took pity on the common people and did not hesitate to violate the laws of heaven and rained rain on the world without authorization. As a result, she was punished by the heavenly court, and her golden body was detained on the platform of the gods. Breaking the golden body, and then demoting her to the mortal world, it is said that in the edict of the Emperor Shen, there is a phrase 'self-inflicted'. When the old man surnamed Cui saw this, he was full of resentment and anger. It happened to be the plum season, and it was raining heavily outside the house , he went out and got such a punch."

Ning Ji looked up at the sky subconsciously and asked, "Master Lu, is this really the case?"

Lu Chen smiled and said, "I'm tired and lazy, and my technique is not good. I don't dare to wade to the time before ten thousand years, so I don't dare to say whether this is true or not."

The clay bottle alley boy from Lizhudongtian, the kiln worker sissy, and Cui Cheng, who later entered the unfortunate mangosteen, I believe that the three of them would never have imagined that they would be connected in a strange way.

A pouring downpour as if the gods were pouring ink on the world, coming and going quickly.

After Zhao Shuxia handed out a dozen punches, he was exhausted. He took a short rest, held his breath, and walked down the mountain to return to the school.

Lu Chen then took Ning Ji to another hill called Wu Ni Tan. The fish in the pond was different from other places. The crucian carp and loach here both had a golden thread on their bodies.

This is also a place to pray for rain during severe droughts. Elderly villagers and sages need to fast for three days in the ancestral hall, and then go up the mountain to pray for rain. It often rains before the team returns to the village. Signs, very effective.

Ning Ji asked, "Did the rain master who was banished from the sky to the mortal world live here?"

Lu Chen smiled and said, "It's impossible to say, who knows. The local folklore and local county annals only say that it is related to the genus of a passing dragon, and does not mention the rain master."

In the afternoon of the school, classes start at midnight, and when the application period ends, Mengtong can be considered dismissed from school.

One day, almost three and a half hours. In addition to the daily classes, the school also has three monthly classes every month. On a certain afternoon when the get out of class ends half an hour early, from the time of application, it is usually Chen Ping'an who teaches Mengtong additional reading and writing classes. Classmate books, in addition to Mongolian school textbooks, have no academic requirements. Chen Ping'an will come up with more than a dozen books of different categories, involving phonology, gold and stone, heaven and water, laws and regulations, etc., and let the children read it by themselves. If there are problems You can ask him about uncommon words or the semantics of a certain sentence.

Chen Ping'an will also take out some real objects and put them on the table, similar to a few stele inscriptions that can be bought anywhere in general bookstores, a few square seals carved by himself, porcelain, etc., so that Meng Tong has the most intuitive impression. Know what a what is.

Then there are some busy farming seasons, and the rural school will only have half-day classes.

The teacher would also help with the field work, so some old people would get together behind their backs and laugh a few words, similar to Mr. Chen doing farm work.

In order to grab water, there are frequent quarrels and fights between the upper and lower villages, and large-scale armed fights are possible, but as long as no casualties are caused, the county town generally ignores these.

Almost all the villages under the school surnamed Chen, and the largest Wuxi village at the entrance of the mountain col, the two sides fought the most fiercely for water. Not long ago, there was a fierce fight. Almost all the young people in the two villages participated, because There is a child here at the school, and his father is among them. This seemingly dull and sullen guy is ruthless. It is estimated that Wuxi Village knows the root and the bottom. Several people beat him. Originally, he was squatting in the distance Chen Pingan, who was watching the excitement, saw that the man was knocking over the ground with a shoulder pole, so he had to trot all the way, and among the sticks and hoes, he found an opportunity to help the fallen man and ran away.

A few women in Wuxi Village, I don't know whether they think the teacher is really unbeatable, or whether they think that the man in the blue shirt and the cloth shoes is different from the ordinary peasant man who is tired of watching. They go up to block the road while laughing. The oil ran fast, but it was the man, gasping for breath, just nodding to the teacher, the country villagers, polite words, not very expressive, just grinning, the eyes of the simple man were full of thanks, and then In the local dialect, he scolded the mother-in-law in the neighboring village and strode back to the "battlefield".

The next day, when the two old masters from Wuxi Village heard about this, they cursed at the wine table. For that little tuition fee, this child really doesn't want any face.

At that time, outside the "battlefield", Taoist priests and teenagers squatted by the roadside, eating melon seeds and watching a play.

Lu Chen smiled and said, "It's the same up and down the mountain. It's just two important things. You can beat it and you can run away."

Ning Ji was puzzled and couldn't help but ask, "Master Lu, isn't Mr. Chen a cultivator?"

Lu Chen said, "I'm learning from someone."

Ning Ji stopped meeting with Headmaster Lu now, and asked curiously, "Who is someone?"

Lu Chen smiled and said, "He is to Chen Ping'an just as Chen Ping'an is to you. As for who this person is, you don't need to know for the time being."

In this Yanzhou prefecture, there are several customs. In some rural villages, it is often paid by the clan temple to invite the opera troupe to dance a bamboo horse. Stringing colorful bells, beating gongs and drums, begging for good omens, it was extremely lively, and the children were just behind the bamboo horse team, making noises, almost like a festival. In addition, there are often two villages where men and women marry each other and become married, which is called kinship. In the first month of every year, even if they are far apart, they will go to each other's ancestral hall to worship incense, set off firecrackers, and then go to each other's ancestral hall to worship incense and set off firecrackers. Have a local meal. Just like the village in the middle, it is a relative of a large village dozens of miles away. Every time it fights for water with the crowded Wuxi Village, or encounters a dispute, and is at a disadvantage and is bullied, there will be incidents that night. The villagers went to the top of the mountain to light a bonfire. The next day, there would be a large group of people in the relative village. Before dawn, they prepared their own rations for the day and rushed to this place. Without a word, they went straight to the ancestral hall in Wuxi Village. .

Lu Chen once took the teenager out on a "far journey" and saw with his own eyes the erection and movement of some prefecture-county boundary monuments. The teenager was also in a certain dynasty. On the lunar day of each month, there were old blind men holding Muduo, On the road, there is a kind of church people's list, most of which are concise and to the point, often only a few sentences, no more than 30 words. Chief Lu will explain the pros and cons of a country's laws, imperial edicts, local village conventions, and clan rules with the boy.

In the school, there is a child who is often beaten. His family is in the village and belongs to the kind of relatively well-off family.

The child didn't say anything, and when he got home, he didn't complain. It was estimated that the parents and elders saw the red and swollen palms of their own children, and immediately became unhappy. Children, I will not study in this school in the future. The gentleman didn't say anything, just nodded in agreement. As a result, the couple walked on the front foot, and the child sneaked to the school, his face flushed, Mr. Chen patted his head, and said with a smile, if you make mistakes in the future, you will still be beaten by Mr. will be lighter. The child grinned, scratched his head, and said nothing.

Every day after school and get out of class, Chen Ping'an often goes fishing by the stream, and he can also let Zhao Shu cook and set up a small stove for dinner.

There are a few Mengtong who are not good at reading everyday and seem not to work very hard. They dared to go fishing with their husband. One of them was a tall man who did not wear shoes all the year round. Before leaving, a long string of stream fish probably wanted to be secretly put into the fish basket of the husband. Maybe he was thin-skinned and didn't dare to do so, so he deliberately threw it near the fish basket and ran away.

Chen Ping'an was not polite, and threw the string of stream fish into the fish basket. As a result, in the early morning of the next day, the child didn't turn in his schoolwork, and he still suffered a slap in the face, grinning in pain.

So the child was hit with another chestnut, and the pain was so painful that he held his head on the spot. The husband raised his face and lowered his voice to teach a lesson. He has a lot of fishing skills. Do you remember the several kinds of fish on the page of the picture book? The child shook his head with a face, but he didn't lie. He honestly said that he knew the fish in the picture, but he couldn't recognize the characters next to him. The husband laughed and scolded, can't remember eating, why is it so bright when fishing, is it more difficult to recognize a few words in a book that can't move, than to catch so many fish that swim around?

In class this day, the child will focus exclusively on those few pages of pictures and words, and ignore the rest. Chen Pingan didn't care when he saw him deserting.

There was also that young boy who was in a rush to urinate in class, but he didn't dare to talk to his husband, so he wet his pants in the classroom.

After being discovered, the hall burst into laughter, and the husband signaled everyone to be quiet. He personally took the child to wash his pants by the stream, so that he would be more courageous in the future. He raised his hand in class, and then hinted at the gentleman with his eyes, without saying anything. Mr. will find an excuse to let him leave the school.

When a child went to school, he was sullen and sullen, and the husband asked him what was wrong. The child said that he reasoned with his parents yesterday, and he got a big mouth.

Chen Ping'an asked the child what the reasoning was. The Mengtong, who had learned and applied the truth from the book, twitched. Chen Ping'an held back his laughter and comforted a few words.

When the class started that day, all the children found that the teacher was always smiling, much more than before.

There is a taciturn Meng Tong. He lives alone in a village on the mountain. The so-called village is actually only a few households, so he has to walk several miles of mountain roads every day to go to school and after school. No matter how heavy the rainstorm is, this child is never late. Chen Ping'an knew that there is a section of road along the mountain, which is extremely narrow. In heavy rain, there are often flash floods. If you accidentally fall into the flood, it will be unimaginable, so Zhao Shuxia will let Zhao Shuxia every rainy day, if the child happens to be going to school or after school, Just quietly escorted for a ride.

After the next month's class, Chen Ping'an smiled and said that he went up the mountain with Mengtong. The children who came and went like a fly were probably the slowest walking next to the gentleman holding a green bamboo stick. Now, at the door of his house in the dark of night, the child hesitated several times. He probably wanted to invite the husband to sit and have a meal, but the family was too poor to speak. Chen Pingan said with a smile that he had to have a cheeky meal with you. In the dark room, he had a meal with the family and drank some local shochu. The teacher left drunk, but the child secretly sent him a lot. A long night road.

Recently, Chen Pingan began to collect prefaces and postscripts of various poems and articles.

Chen Ping'an also prepared some paper and pen and ink, including red paper for writing Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters. Prepare for the end of the year, select those who are excellent in writing and study, and Mengtong who have worked hard, and give them to them before the closing of the year.

In addition, every night, Chen Ping'an will cut out wood and bamboo plaques, with a total of three or four hundred pieces, and write a poem or another name for this word. The latter, such as tea, is No night.

Bamboo and wooden plaques, the teacher wrote each stroke with ease.

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