There is no doubt that Jue is a character who likes to read books, tea, and flowers.

Under the guidance of a feudal patriarch who did not want to be named, every time Jue went down the mountain to learn from contemporary masters, except for a certain time when he was taken aback by his master, he was basically in harmony. screen.

Although the literati of that era were a little brave, the books were serious books.

Whether it is in terms of weight or content, it is quite hardcore.

After the invention of movable type printing in the Song Dynasty.

The civil servants rode the dust on the road of physical weakness.

The price of books also gradually fell, which led to the increasing circulation of the Ariake generation.

In Jue's era, books were all very orthodox texts. All in all, girls who habitually acquire knowledge through texts were bombarded by super-saturated modern information. In the text, you can find similar pictures.

Such as Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian, such as The West Chamber, such as Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.

The girl's brain was almost a mess. Looking at Wei Yuan's approaching face, she was nervous, and almost subconsciously wanted to punch him, then turned around and ran, her body was so nervous that she didn't move. For some reason, an image appeared in her mind. I met the teacher who was not very good-looking, and taught her boxing techniques frankly.

But don't teach her the truth.

"You have learned a lot, but a soft disposition also needs to have the power to resist."

"Blind kindness is not kindness."

"Or if you want to learn some ax and ax techniques."

The tall master smiled and made a joke.

People in later generations may think that old man is ignorant, rigid and traditional, but the rigid old man in the scroll is a person who can decide how to teach his disciples according to their aptitude. Arguably, let him be down-to-earth, and let him be virtuous if he is talented.

Regardless of his birth or experience, the Master can find a path that suits him.

Therefore, under his family there are not only those who are as virtuous as Ziyuan, but also Ran Yong who is talented enough to be the king of the south; South, opening a sub-tour of the cultural context of the Jiangnan generation.

Even if it is the ultimate sub-road of the reckless man, he still gets the guidance of the road ahead here.

The so-called master is exactly the origin of the four words, "There is no distinction between teaching and learning" in this world.

Before meeting him, those were impoverished youths, gangsters on the road, the children of a proud family who only knew how to walk horses and cocks, and live in style.

After meeting him, they are sages who are famous all over the world, generals who command thousands of times, wealthy businessmen who are world-famous, southern masters who opened up the southern culture, and teachers of the famous general Wu Qi. There are things he is good at, such as swordsmanship, six arts, politics, military art, and business. Even if he was destroyed by Zhantai, who was underestimated by Confucius, he once slashed dragons with one sword, and had three hundred apprentices.

The master saw at a glance that the girl in front of him was kind-hearted, she didn't teach the truth, but just taught boxing.

"When you're nervous."

"Don't make a fist with your palm, relax a bit, and then whip out like a whip."

"A gentleman wants to be slow in speech but quick in action."

"Rather than speaking through words, it is better to express through physical actions."

"For example..."

"For example, if you have a grudge against someone, it would be more effective to punch him in the face instead of scolding him in tone. A gentleman should pursue the most effective choice, so we generally do not force him. Lai. It’s because he’s slow in speech but quick in deed.”

Of course it was not the Master who said this, but the young man named Zilu.

full of disdain.

Leaving Zilu's past aside, he was truly impressed by the Master.

But even the teacher's teachings could not break the sage's disposition and character.

This sentence is really not a joke.

He can always absorb the nutrients he needs from the words of Master, and perfect his way of understanding the world and all things. The representative of these words is that even people like Master can't help but smile bitterly: I'm free, evil words don't come to my ears'

The master has a good temper and doesn't care, so he doesn't want to do anything.

So the immediate consequences are.

One year since Zilu became an apprentice, no one has ever spoken ill of Master.

But at this moment, the experience in the past memory emerged, the girl grasped a fist, as if she was about to imitate Zilu from back then, and she punched someone Wei on the chin in a standard way, but this was just the surging memory and like a bird. The same thoughts that flitted through my mind.

She was too tense to move.

Outside the museum, Master Yuanjue came back leisurely on a bicycle.

While riding a bicycle, I greeted the neighbors on the old street cheerfully.

It's winter.

Is the Chinese cabbage stored yet?

Is the white radish stored yet?

Cabbage and radishes are safe...

The great monk came back with an astonishing amount of ingredients, and was about to enter the door with his things in his arms. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the owner of the museum and the owner of the flower shop looking at each other. There was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

Brush it.

Before someone in Wei found out, Yifomen Divine Foot Power instantly appeared in the corner of the wall.

Snapped.

A cabbage dangled and fell down.

Pick it up for me!

The great monk stretched out his left leg in the nick of time, made a high-standard forward kick, supported the cabbage directly, stabilized it in the standard posture of an arhat, stared at the scene in front of him with piercing eyes.

Amitabha…

Yuanjue felt emotional in his heart.

Master Wei, you finally got the hang of it.

Immediately there was a little regret.

It's a pity, it's a pity, I can't save you into Buddhism in this life.

I can't see your blue lantern ancient Buddha and enter my Buddhist gate.

It's a pity.

What a pity...

While Yuanjue was staring at the museum, a voice came from behind and asked curiously: "It's you, master, what are you doing here, why don't you go in?" Looking back, it was the soldier soul who was out for a walk, When it's time to open the door.

Suddenly a palm was pressed on Binghun's shoulder.

"Um?"

"Why... ah!"

As soon as Binghun turned his head, he was dragged back by the great monk as if being pulled by a thousand mammoths, his face was full of bewilderment and he didn't know what he was doing, and then there was a happy voice: "Wow, the great monk You came back from shopping? What shall we eat today..."

Before the painter's ghost could finish speaking, the Buddhist monk stretched out his hand and moved the painter's ghost to his side with a flash of Buddha's light, carefully put down all the cabbage, and put his finger against his lips: "Shh..."

The painter ghost looked at Yuanjue, and then at the museum.

Thoughtful.

Stretched out a thumb gesture.

"clear!"

"Excellent drawing material."

The painter's ghost's eyes flickered.

With his backhand, he pulled out his drawing board from his back, like a swordsman pulling out his own sword.

Call Tu Shan, call Tu Shan, the code name vodka is ready.

Then look at the great monk, with a face full of you can trust me, I am an expert expression:

"Do you want R18+, or all ages?"

"I recommend people of all ages. Although I have imagination, I'm afraid that the museum owner will become angry and kill me directly."

Yuanjue: "..."

While one person and two ghosts were waiting for the development of the situation, the roar of the engine came from the alley of the old street. It came from the special operations team. , Shenzutong activates.

Zhang Hao was driving, casually chatting with Xiang Hongbao in the passenger seat.

Only a bang was heard.

The vehicle that was strong enough to collide with the monster stopped in place, and a shiny bald head appeared in front of it.

A moment later, the large armored pickup truck that was powerful enough to fight against the rhinoceros was carefully parked by the monk, and then, with a strong man under one arm, Yuanjue appeared at the entrance of the museum without making a sound .

The poor monk made a great wish.

Today, no one wants to enter this door!

The contemporary suzerain of Weishi Sect and the only disciple put his palms together, and his Dharma looks solemn.

Initiate your heart with your heart, and your voice is like thunder.

Shakyamuni Buddha can be fake.

The poor monk's CP must be real!

………

Because a certain great monk opened the field of Buddhism directly outside the door.

Wei Yuan was not affected at all, or maybe it was because he was so absorbed that he couldn't hear the movement outside at all, and explained with difficulty: "Jue, in that video, he is me, not me, this is a It's hard to explain things clearly..."

"It's like Hetu Luoshu, do you understand? It's like the experience in Taohuayuan."

"It's all fake, I didn't do those things."

"Those things?"

The girl was at a loss, blinked her eyes, and said subconsciously:

"Don't tell me...you didn't post a selfie video?"

"Selfie..."

Wei Yuan's voice stopped abruptly, and then his brain began to work rapidly. This one, Qie was with him. At this moment, A Liang's EQ appeared in the depths of his mind. This was an unparalleled opportunity. In less than a second, he recognized the current situation clearly.

He smiled dryly and said, "Yes, yes...haha, it's a selfie, it's a selfie."

The girl took a breath, her face was reddish, her voice trembled slightly, and she said:

"So, what are you going to say?"

"What am I going to say..."

Wei Yuan looked at the girl, and the mentality of wanting to retreat for a moment disappeared, replaced by a clear courage that filled his chest. He took a deep breath and said, "Jue, actually I..."

Crash.

The door bell rang.

The Great Monk Yuanjue's defense failed, and he watched a man in a gray robe walk in. As a Buddhist, he seemed to have lost everything when facing this man with ancient eyes. Effect.

With the sudden movement, the two people who were originally very energetic brushed back and turned their heads suddenly.

Zhu Jiuyin's avatar was thoughtful, and said in deliberation:

"It seems that I came at the wrong time?"

The girl whose face was as red as a burning cloud, and Wei Yuan who was agitated almost subconsciously said at the same time: "No, welcome."

"No, you came just in time."

…………

After a while, Jue brought a cup of tea.

On the table were refreshments left by Feng Siyu.

Zhu Jiuyin's eyes glanced at the tea, his expression was flat, and he muttered: "I'm here today."

"It's for one person."

"one person?"

Wei Yuan was stunned, Zhu Jiuyin nodded, and as soon as he flicked his sleeves, a bright and generous girl appeared in the museum, with flame marks between her eyebrows, black hair shawl, and the ends of each strand of hair were faintly dyed. Jue was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously stepped forward: "Second Sister?!"

Wei Yuan's face was startled: "...Nvba?!"

Zhu Jiuyin nodded, and flicked his sleeves to freeze all the surrounding voices for time, and then told Wei Yuan and Jue the general situation, his voice paused, and explained: "It's more dangerous to leave the girl in the wilderness, and it can't be done. Bring her to Jiuyou, after much deliberation, only you are a safe place."

"Besides, getting in touch with familiar people can also help her true spirit to wake up quickly."

"Familiar people..."

Wei Yuan looked at Nuba, and said, "Is it better to wake up the real spirit quickly?"

Zhu Jiuyin nodded and said, "Of course..."

"When the female demon's true spirit is revived, she can control her own power and recover her strength in a short time. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"It's most appropriate to keep her here..."

Wei Yuan pondered for a long time and said:

"I understand. If the stimulation is relatively large, will there be any adverse reactions?"

"Won't."

"Well, I will find a way to restore her memory."

Wei Yuan thought for a while, then silently took out his mobile phone, and clicked on the head portrait of a cat.

Just like when the old Taoist was looking for him for the daughter's country, he asked openly:

"Are you there, Zhang Daoyou |?'-'?)??."

"I have something very nice to tell you."

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