Yanzhou Prefecture, Sui'an County.

The moon is like a hook, and the geese return south.

Wearing a long blue shirt and a long gown, walking on a moonlit night, walking on a stone arch bridge, followed by a calm young man, Chen Ping'an and his disciple Zhao Shuxia.

Zhao Shu stomped his feet gently, and the stone bridge was nothing different except for its strength. He asked, "Master, is there any explanation for the name of this bridge so big?"

It turned out that the arch bridge between the two people was named Wannian Bridge.

The gurgling stream comes out of the mountains, and the village is famous at the foot of the ridge. The natives call themselves the source, which is very true.

Chen Ping'an sniffed melon seeds and shook his head and smiled, "I checked it, but unfortunately there is no clear record in the prefectures and counties. Most of them were built by local sages in the early years. As for why it was named Wannian Bridge, the old people here are not clear, and there is no evidence to check it. According to the text on the tombstone of the village tomb, the Junwang family from an ancient country at the northernmost end of Baopingzhou was moved here about seven or eight hundred years ago. This Wuxi is one of the sources of the Ximei River. In fact, the Longxu River in my hometown was called Wuxi in ancient times. The fate is wonderful."

Sui'an County is located at the junction of Yanzhou and Yunzhou. The Ximei River is the largest river in Yunzhou that originated from Yanzhou Prefecture. However, there was no river god who was conferred the title of the imperial court before. There has not even been a lewd temple on both sides of the Ximei River since ancient times.

A gathering sound under the Zhao tree formed a line and said in a secret saying: "Master, I heard that the Dali imperial court found the entrance to the ancient Shulong Palace ruins in a certain section of the river in Wuxi a few years ago?"

Chen Ping'an nodded, walked down the arch bridge, and walked downstream along the stone road by the stream. Looking back, there was nothing under the bridge. "It is a small inland dragon palace with a low rank, but in history, no one has ever been involved in it, so the treasures inside were not moved too much. According to the preliminary calculations of the Ministry of Revenue, it is equivalent to the tax revenue of several rich and rich states in Dali, which is quite considerable. The key is an old dragon palace. If the Dali court operates properly, in addition to the orderly mining of many heavenly and earth treasures, fairy herbs, and some rare minerals, there will be a large amount of continuous income of immortal money. In addition, the water law monks and aquatic monsters who open up temples and caves inside, and pay rent from the Ministry of Revenue every year should not be underestimated. It can be described as a treasure pot."

Now Ximei River has ushered in the first Jianghe God in history, the Minister of Rites of Dali and the Minister of Rites of Huang Ting, and the Minister of Rites of the State, and jointly abbot of the seal ceremony.

Gao Jiu, the first water god of Ximei River, was once the water god of Tieqian River. A brand new temple rose from the ground and was completed in less than a month. The plaque was written by an old teacher of Huang Tingguo, and more than a dozen couplets were also from the great scholars who were well-known in the literary world of Huang Tingguo.

Along this Wuxi River, three villages are built by water, separated by only two or three miles apart. Each village has a surname, and occasionally there are men who marry into the village genealogy.

The largest village is located at the lowest point, with two hundred families, called Wuxi Village, which is considered a large village in Sui'an County. There was a Juren in history, but they were all fame and status of the previous dynasty. Now, the Dali Dynasty, let alone the Jinshi master who came to the earth with Wenqu Star, passed the imperial examination, was enough to be called the honorary ancestors, and the county magistrate would come to congratulate him in person.

As a result, a new private school was opened in the village at the top of Wuxi this year, and a primary school opened. On the day of its opening, a firecracker was set off, which was trembling. Both villages below could be heard. It was obvious that they were about to compete. The teacher was a foreigner, with a famous name, and he jumped out of nowhere.

Chen Ji, bah, this name is just a local bun, and he is definitely not a scholar from a scholarly family.

Zhao Shuxia asked with a smile: "Sir, you are good at looking at the air and catching the feng shui of these three villages. Can you speak the feng shui of these three villages?"

After eating melon seeds, Chen Ping'an clapped his hands and couldn't help laughing: "It's not just to make a living, I set up a stall to cheat money. I can't even understand the fur. I just read a few miscellaneous books on geography, so how dare I say it casually."

But when they passed by the village in the middle, Chen Ping'an pointed to one of the valleys and said, "Anyway, there are no outsiders, so I will tell you the script and talk to you a few words. According to the situation, I saw that there are three small hills on the valley, which are like three umbrellas. If there is no such valley, it will be exhausted, like an umbrella that has no handle and cannot be supported. Otherwise, this small village will be able to produce high-ranking officials. Among the three villages, the most literary atmosphere is here, and it is easier to produce seeds of study."

Chen Ping'an pointed to an alley in the village again, "A village has a different situation, and the literary spirit is on the left hand side. Unfortunately, the Mengtongs in the village are all going to study in the village school in Wuxi Village and have not gathered their energy. If you want to become a scholar, you will probably either open a school on your own in the future, or you will simply go to Yanzhou Prefecture to study."

The schools in Yanzhou Prefecture are generally like those in the village of Yanxi. They donate money from clan villages, and then open up a few acres of land and hire teachers to open schools. In this way, poor children can learn to learn and learn to read. Although the children who are older and have a little strength will most of them drop out of school and follow their elders to farm. Most of the income is to pick mulberry trees, raise silkworms, stir-fry tea and charcoal, and rely on the mountains to eat. But if there are really good seedlings for studying, according to the new laws promulgated by Dali a few years ago, the county teachers will be admitted to the best and teach them in person. Moreover, the county government will subsidize the village and family a sum of money every year, so it can be made from being an official before, and it will become a way to earn money by studying.

When he walked to the entrance of the village of Wuxi Village, Chen Ping'an turned back the same way. Wuxi Village hired an old boy from the county town to serve as a teacher in the clan school. It is said that several clans invited him to visit him. Not only did he come to visit him, he also set up a table of wine in the county town. He was admitted to school and was not limited to school. He was five or six years old, and the oldest was fifteen or six years old. The three villages together, and there were 70 or eighty students. With more people, he could not control his teacher alone. Therefore, there were two local tutors from Wuxi Village. Although the old man only participated in several college examinations, he was not even a failed scholar in strict terms, but for a remote rural village school, it was not easy to have such treatment.

The night breeze is cool, and Chen Ping'an walks on the yellow mud road by the river, muttering to himself there.

On the right is the shallow Wuxi River, with moonlight flowing on the water surface, bamboo forests on the mountain, mixed with cypress, locust trees and tea fields. On the left is the rape flowers in the fields along the way, blooming golden.

Zhao Shuxia listened to his master's subtle voice, but in fact he still didn't understand why his master was so concerned about opening a primary school.

The new village school opened by Master at the source has less than ten children. Moreover, with Master’s personality and habits, he will definitely not give up halfway. This means that within at least two or three years, Master will hand over the precious light that should have been devoted to practicing Taoism in the mountains to an unknown new school. Zhao Shuxia didn’t think there was anything wrong with this behavior, but he was just confused.

The introductory books are mostly the "three hundred thousand" that are popular in the nine continents of Haoran. Meng Tong followed the masters to shake their heads in the school, memorizing them first, and then the tutor explained the meaning of the words word by word, and then taught the "Four Books". When the children roughly explained the meaning of the words, they talked about the "Five Classics" and some classic ancient essays selected by official schools in various countries. Meng Tong practiced writing and writing poems in a sequence, but for rural schools, the key and foundation were still the practice lessons. Chen Ping'an wrote more than a thousand regular characters in his own hand, and wrote more than a thousand copies of the "Saying Rhymes" similar to the exegetical annotations, and cooperated with those square characters. In addition, Chen Ping'an also cut, deleted and copied several copies of "Shi Yu" from Li Shilang.

The night ship that Chen Ping'an boarded was an entry city, and the lord was the "Li Shiro" who was praised as an all-round talent by the mountain.

Chen Ping'an has long admired and admired Li Shiro, who is named Xianlu and Sui'an. It was the first time that the two sides actually met on a night boat. Because the host disliked the custom of the guest, they did not get along very well.

"The door is opposite to the door, the street is opposite to the street. The day is always facing longer, the homeland is opposite to foreign land. The Qingshu Palace on the ground, and the Guanghan Palace in the sky. Master the spiritual talismans of the five mountains, and the sword is hung on the waist and the seven-star patterns... Lotus face willows, cypress face regulars, cooking early leeks, cutting spring celery. Yellow dog faces green phoenix, water flows against cliffs. White jade chopsticks hanging at the foot of the mountain, and the immortal family's nine-turn purple gold elixir..."

When Chen Ping'an was traveling alone in the world, he often recited this. Later, he left the Blessed Land of Noodle Flowers, and there was a little black charcoal around him. Chen Ping'an was afraid that she would feel boring in copying books every day, and was lazy because of the boredom. Then he became disgusted with reading and became rebellious. Therefore, whenever he was rushing to the night in Tongyezhou, he would teach Pei Qian some "rhymes" to boost courage. Because of the rhyme, he could recite it very smoothly. Pei Qian probably felt that he was just talking and couldn't take a few taels of effort. She had a good memory and quickly memorized it. When she walked together at night, Xiao Hei Tang swayed and her voice was crisp, like a yellow oriole chirping. Pei Qian might have memorized it perfunctorily at that time, but Chen Ping'an beside him was really pleasant to hear and had a peaceful mood.

"Under the tree, is it more appropriate to delete the content behind the 'Mastering Spirit Talisman' and 'Double Halves at the Mountain'? After all, it is a primary school content, so it seems that it is not advisable to get in touch with these strange immortal words too early."

Zhao Shuxia said, "Master, I don't think the problem is big. Anyway, I have heard of mountain ghosts since I was a child.

The rumors about the water monkey and the vixen may be no different from the spirit talisman, purple gold elixir, etc..”

Chen Ping'an nodded, "Then I'll consider it again."

Zhao Shuxia practiced six steps along the way, and combined with the standing sword furnace, he slept with a stake every day, and he slept with a long and elegant posture.

I had practiced boxing on the second floor of the bamboo building before, but I didn’t have to speak. Zhao Shuxia himself realized a huge problem. It was okay to shake the mountain fist, but the iron cavalry was chiseling formations, the clouds were steaming the big lake, and the gods beat the drums... These unique skills of senior Cui seemed to be the master and his senior sister who were extremely familiar with the boxing moves as soon as they started. Zhao Shuxia learned very slowly, which made Zhao Shuxia a little embarrassed.

Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "I traveled to Beijuluzhou and was fortunate to meet the author of the Shanshan Boxing Book, the martial artist of the Great Seal Dynasty, Gu You, Senior Gu. At that time, he did not report his identity and the two sides confronted each other from afar. During this narrow road, Senior Gu had to ask me about boxing without warning. Afterwards, he realized that the original intention of this senior was to consider how much boxing books I learned. As for the process and result of the questioning boxing, there was nothing to say, and he could barely catch it, and did not disappoint his senior. Later, Senior Gu and Senior Gu had a long journey. The senior began to look at me with admiration just because of one thing."

Zhao Shuxia asked curiously: "Is it the master who is diligent in practicing boxing?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "No, the word "diligence" is rather confused. Practicing live fist can brings the will of spirit, and practicing dead fist can eliminate muscles and bones. But both are considered diligent. There are many martial artists in the world who are willing to endure hardships in practice. But if they fail to understand the method, especially external fist, they often ask for a god but instead attract ghosts. Pure Mrs. Wu fell into a disease when she was middle-aged. Senior Gu was chatting with me about the boxing scores and the heaven and earth stakes. I gave my own insights. Can I combine the six-step stakes, the sword furnace stakes and the heaven and earth stakes. Although Senior Gu deliberately maintained a calm expression, he still couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes."

Zhao Shuxia wondered: "Master, what do you say? Can I learn it?"

Chen Ping'an raised his face and nodded, "Of course I can learn it. My teacher has explained it so clearly, but I haven't figured out the joints? Under the tree, I don't have the qualifications and I don't have enough understanding."

Seeing that the other party was still unconscious, Chen Ping'an had to stretch out one palm and flip it gently.

Zhao Shuxia thought carefully, hesitated for a while, and focused on the key points, so that's it!

I saw Zhao Shu running a stubble and fist, turning his head and feet backwards, supporting the ground with one hand, then pinching the sword furnace with one hand, and then coordinating with the boxing formula of the Heaven and Earth Stubble, the true energy circulates the veins of the skeleton, and "jumps" and walks the skeleton with six steps.

Chen Ping'an suppressed his smile, "If you change the standing sword furnace to one-handed, it will taste wrong. You might as well try walking with your head over and use your head instead of your left hand. It is a bit difficult for beginners. Over time, you will know that it has endless uses."

Zhao Shuxia really tried according to his master's words.

Passing by the village in the middle, someone happened to be walking at night on the road. Chen Ping'an quickly kicked the Zhao Shu gently and laughed in a low voice: "Don't implicate your master and be regarded as a fool."

Zhao Shuxia stood up, patted his head and dusty body, and looked helpless.

Chen Ping'an took out a handful of melon seeds from his sleeve and gave them half to Zhao Shu. He ate the melon seeds and smiled: "Originally on the second floor of the bamboo building, Senior Cui mentioned the Shanshan Fist Book, and his words were full of disdain.

What kind of earthy smell is that the moves contained in the boxing brochure are really rare, and I don’t have to worry about talking and shining my tongue. Later, when I met Senior Gu, I said that Senior Cui did not have enough skills in teaching boxing. If he were to teach, I would like to ensure that I would break the realm with the strongest time and time again."

Zhao Shuxia listened to these extremely precious "artists" and although the master said it lightly and even a little humorous, it made Zhao Shuxia fascinated.

Zhao Shuxia thought of the beginning of the preface of the boxing book for no reason, and asked curiously: "Have you ever met the ancestors of the Three Sects?"

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "The Supreme Master and the Daozu have seen each other and have chatted."

Zhao Shuxia won't ask more questions.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "There is no taboo. The Supreme Master is a burly scholar. My first impression at that time was that he was 'attacked by the world at first glance'. The appearances of the Daozu and the Qingming Tianxia were different. They were actually the appearance of a young Taoist boy."

Zhao Shuxia asked with a smile: "Master has seen many martial artists in the end, have you?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while, "If you leave out those friends who meet and nod at a distance, it's actually not much, no more than one pair of hands."

Chen Ping'an raised his chin to the bamboo forest on the other side of the stream and reminded: "Under the tree, go and see if this wild bamboo forest has yellow mud. Looking back, I will show you some cooking skills. The dishes you cook are really not good. To be honest, they can only be eaten."

Seeing that there was no one around under the Zhao Shu, he glanced at the toes and passed the stream, went to the bamboo forest to find spring bamboo shoots, and soon broke a bag of yellow mud back.

Chen Ping'an was not idle either. He went to the fields to pick a large handful of wild amaranth and a handful of wild onions. This product was fried with hot sauce and the current wine and food were awesome.

Walking back to the source village together, Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "It's strange that even the stinky mandarin fish is delicious, but the dish of braised bamboo shoots is never eaten."

Zhao Shuxia said, "Master, braised bamboo shoots are delicious, but I can't eat fried eggs in Chinese toon."

After burning the mountain, bracken will surely grow vigorously next year, but it is not the time yet. You have to go up the mountain to pick it around Qingming Festival, go to the grave to worship ancestors, or go to the tea garden, and you will not fail when you go home.

When he returned to the village school, Zhao Shuxia smiled and said, "Master, Master Feng and Mr. Han from the village of Wuxi, I guess they will come to you for trouble in the near future."

Chen Ping'an shook his sleeves and smiled: "Let them just let the horses come over, fight poems, and pairs, there is really no time for stage fright as a teacher."

This simple village school is only used as a yellow mud house in the school, plus two thatched huts. One is used by the teacher to rest, and the other is used as a kitchen and piles of miscellaneous items.

Zhao Shuxia was working on the floor in the kitchen. Chen Ping'an originally wanted to live in the same room as his master and apprentice, but Zhao Shuxia refused and said that he had a fate with the kitchen since he was a child.

The yellow mud house has been around for a long time and has been rented out. The two small thatched huts are newly built. The school has temporarily collected eight children, most of whom are still wearing open-crotch pants.

The school can be started. First, I saw the teacher named Chen Ji, who was in his thirties. After all, he was not the kind of young man who was hairless and unscrupulous. He was cleaned up and looked like a teacher with a few kilograms of ink in his stomach. Secondly, this person was better able to speak. Before the opening of the store, he traveled around the two villages and knew some rules. He didn't go to the village to "poach". In the end, the most fundamental reason was that he collected less money! Compared with the school in the village, it was nearly half less.

Moreover, this gentleman also promised the village that if the children can take a vacation during the busy farming season, he can even go to the fields to help.

This guy really wants nothing to be shameless in order to grab the business. He is a gentle person who is so gentle!

The two masters mentioned by Zhao Shuxia are one of the old Tongsheng hired by the School of Wuxi Village, named Feng Yuanting, and the other is a well-known teacher in Sui'an County. Han Wan, whose courtesy name is Yuncheng. Although he has no fame, he has taught several scholars and is called a respected local genius. This old Mr. Han is now in a school in a family in Wuxi Village. Feng Yuanting is still a little unable to raise his head on Han Wan, but he occasionally gets together to drink some wine. When the new school is opened at Lingjiao, Feng Yuanting often invites Han Wan to drink. He has read a few "military books".

He acted rashly and violated the military taboo. He thought that he could only try the truth first before he could make moves. In fact, the so-called military books are novels about the history of famous generals in the past dynasties. Han Fu advised him that there was no need to be petty with the scholars in a small village school. Since he was a colleague, it would be better to be more kind to each other. Feng Yuanting spoke yes, but in fact he complained deeply. He was not competing for those children. This was a matter of face. Scholars didn't even want face and were still a scholar. Every time a child escaped from his own village school, Feng Yuanting was slapped in the face, which was unbearable.

If it weren't for the fact that local private schools were opened now, they would need to report and record files with the county government, and the county teachers had to personally inspect the teaching master's knowledge. They would really treat that guy as a cheating person, otherwise they would have to sue him and make the person surnamed Chen unable to bear it.

Chen Ping'an said: "Under the tree, I will wait for you to break through the realm and teach you a lucky formula, but it may not be suitable for you. Be mentally prepared for not being able to learn in advance."

It was the sword energy that stopped eighteen times.

Zhao Shuxia nodded, said goodbye to his master, went to the kitchen to work on the floor, practiced sleeping in Qianqiu, controlled his breathing, and soon fell asleep.

When he came here, Zhao Shuxia gradually discovered something strange. He called Master several times, but after calling him a few times, the Master did not respond. Finally, he had to walk over. Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear it just now." After that, Zhao Shuxia walked to Master and talked about things."

This time Chen Ping'an

He only brought Zhao Shu to his side, and asked Chen Lingjun not to come here to wander around.

Chen Lingjun tried his best to persuade him and stubbornly, so he asked his master for a valuable opportunity to visit the school once a month.

This is also thanks to the old chef's helping words. Anyway, the appearance of our ancestor Jing Qing, the child in green, is not a child. It is originally a matter of reading a few more books of sages. Zhu Lian smiled and asked Chen Lingjun whether he needed a pair of open-crotch pants. Chen Lingjun was too lazy to be as knowledgeable as the old chef. If his master hadn't nodded and agreed, Chen Lingjun actually wanted to go to school to take classes for a few days.

Chen Ping'an returned to his residence, lit an oil lamp on the table, ground ink by himself, and began to write a landscape story about the Mute Lake monster.

It’s much more thoughtful than when I was inscribed with fan on the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

There are three villages surrounded by mountains, and only a stream comes out along with a small road.

It is eighty miles away from Sui'an County. Many local villagers may have only been to the county town once in their lives.

The mountains and fields are full of azaleas, which is truly a veritable red mountain.
To be continued...