Sword comes

Chapter 436: Express Your Mind and Know One Point

In the room at the gate of the mountain on Qingxia Island, there are maps of the situation of Shujian Lake Island and the nearby Chengchizhou County, the household registration files of the incense house, the genealogy of the ancestors of the major islands, and the excerpted manuscripts of nearly 20 words, one by one. , Most of them have been put into the cabinet drawers, just like those medicine drawers in Yang's shop and Chenchen Pharmacy, but there are still piles of books on the side of the desk.

In the room, there is a desk, a row of cabinets against the wall, a dining table, and other things are just a chair, two benches and a small bench, that's all.

Later, because Gu Can often visited the house, from the end of autumn to the beginning of winter, he liked to sit by the door of the house for a long time, either basking in the sun or chatting with the little loach. The very bookish island owner begged for three poles of purple bamboo, two big and one small, the former chopped and chopped to make two small bamboo chairs, and the latter was roasted and polished into a fishing rod.I just made a fishing rod, and I was in Shujian Lake, but I never had a chance to fish.

Tonight, Chen Pingan opened the food box and ate supper silently at the dinner table.

Chen Pingan is still waiting for a reply from Tongyezhou Taipingshan.

Even though Wei Bo has already given all the answers, it's not that Chen Pingan doesn't believe in the old god of the water country who is surrounded by clouds and mist, but that what Chen Pingan needs to do next, no matter how he seeks the truth, he will not Pass.

It’s just that the cross-continental flying sword message is possible, and the Shujian Lake is a place of right and wrong, and the flying sword message comes from Qingxia Island, which is the target of public criticism, so Chen Ping’an has already prepared the worst. Plan, if it doesn't work, let Wei Bo do a favor, write a letter on his behalf, and send a letter from Piyun Mountain to Taiping Mountain Zhongkui.

If it was Chen Ping'an who was traveling the rivers and lakes for the first time, maybe even if he had these relationships, he would just go around by himself and not bother others, and would feel uncomfortable, but now it is different.

Chen Pingan doesn't want to live like the kind of lonely person that the old Taoists of Donghai Temple say. It is not terrible to owe some favors. up.

Chen Pingan finished his supper, packed the food box, spread out a residence newspaper at hand, and began to browse.

It contains some interesting anecdotes about Shujian Lake nowadays. It is similar in nature to the bureaucratic newspapers sent to the government offices by the officials of secular dynasties. Ping An has seen the wonders of this kind of fairy house report before.After staying in Shujian Lake for a long time, Chen Pingan also went to do as the Romans did, and asked Gu Can to help him get a copy of the Immortal Mansion Newsletter. As soon as there is a freshly baked mansion newspaper, someone will send it to the house.

There are interesting things happening on Gongliu Island almost every day. If it happens on the same day, it will be spread all over Shujian Lake the next day.

This is due to a place called Liuxu Island. The monks on it, from the island owner to the outer disciples, and even the handymen, do not practice on the island. The knowledge of the occasion, plus a little bit of wind and shadow, is used to sell gossip, and will also send half of the islands of Shujian Lake, as well as the rich and powerful families in the four big lakeside cities of Chishui, Yunlou, and Lvtong Jinzun, to them from time to time. The mansion newspaper, if there are few things, the mansion newspaper may be the size of a tofu block, and the price is also low. The minimum price is guaranteed, and it costs one snowflake.

Recently, this mansion newspaper mainly writes about the current situation of Gongliu Island, and also introduces the highlights of some newly emerging islands, as well as some new things about some old and experienced islands. A remarkable young talent in Taoism, born with Taoist sympathy for talismans.Another example is that among the female nuns in the Waterfall Nunnery on Lamei Island, an unknown girl who had grown up suddenly in the past two years, Lamei Island specially opened up a way of making money for her. There are a lot of high-rollers on the winding mountain, throwing a lot of fairy money, which makes the aura of Lamei Island skyrocket by as much as [-]%.There is also Yunxiu Island, which has been silent for a hundred years and has a "family fortune", a monk who was born as a handyman and has been underestimated by others has become the new Shujian Lake Jindandixian after Qingxia Daotianhu Lord, so he even went to Yunxiu Island, which is not qualified for Gongliu Island to participate in the alliance, has clamored for the past two days that a seat must be arranged for them, otherwise, no matter who the king of the rivers and lakes will win, as long as Yunxiu Island is absent, it will be injustice. Shun.

Chen Pingan looked at these wonderful "other people's affairs" and thought it was very interesting. After watching it once, he couldn't help but watch it again.

In this mansion newspaper, the girl monk from Lamei Island, the chief writer of Liuxu Island specially left a place the size of a palm for her, which is similar to the method of rubbing monuments on the Dajiao Mountain Ferry, and Chen Pingan was on the Osmanthus Island ferry back then. The painter's monk's brushwork, the mansion newspaper, the girl's appearance, lifelike, is a profile standing under the plum tree in the Waterfall Nunnery, Chen Pingan took a few glances, she is indeed a charming girl, but I don't know if she can be immortal If Zhu Lian and that old man surnamed Xun were here, they would probably be able to see through it at a glance.

Chen Pingan bought the mansion newspaper relatively late. When he saw many strange people, strange things, customs and customs on the island, he didn't know that all the news about him, the accountant of Qingxia Island, before Furong Mountain suffered a catastrophe. Tianliuxu Island's biggest source of income.

Of course, Liuxu Island didn’t dare to write too much, and it was more of a compliment, otherwise I would have to worry about Gu Can taking that big loach and slapping Liuxu Island to pieces.Historically, the monks on Liuxu Island have not suffered a lot. Since the founding of the Patriarch Hall, they have moved three times in the past 500 years. The worst time during this period was that they were severely injured and financially exhausted. They had to marry an island. Leased a small piece of land.

Three times "criminal for words", one was in the early days of Liuxu Island, monks wrote a letter without knowing the severity, and a mansion report offended the illegitimate son of the then king of the rivers and lakes.The second time, 300 years ago, angered the island master of Gongliu Island. He added oil and vinegar to the old god and the disciple Zixiu, even if they were all good words. is still

It attracted Liu Laocheng's visit to the island, but he didn't kill anyone, but he was so scared that Liuxu Island changed the island the next day, which was regarded as an apology.

The third time was when Liu Zhimao accidentally changed Liu Zhimao's dao name Jiejiang Zhenjun to Jiejiang Tianjun in the residence newspaper, making Liu Zhimao the laughing stock of the entire Shujian Lake overnight.

Liu Zhimao went to Liuxu Island and directly demolished the other party’s ancestral hall. This time, Liuxu Island was the most traumatic time. After the account was settled by the bewildered Liuxu Island monks, he found out that the guy who wrote the mansion newspaper , actually ran away.It turned out that that guy was just one of the many unjustly killed ghosts under the command of a great monk in Liuxu Island. He had been dormant on Liuxu Island for 20 years, and with just one word, he ruined the entire Liuxu Island.And a sea-observing monk who was in charge of inspecting the text of the mansion newspaper, although he was indeed negligent, could not be regarded as the culprit, so he was picked out as a scapegoat.

Chen Pingan heard a relatively rare knock on the door, and heard the scattered and familiar footsteps before, it should be the concierge Hongsu of Zhu Xianfu.

Hurriedly got up to open the door, Hongsu, an "old woman" with black hair, politely declined Chen Pingan's invitation to enter the room, hesitated for a moment, and asked softly: "Mr. story?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Okay, next time I go to your house, I will listen to Ma Yuanzhi's old stories."

Although Hongsu's face is old, with ravines and ravines, and for some reason, there is a strong evil spirit, which only condenses and entangles her face, which makes her so ugly, but in fact, if she absorbs the aura of immortal money, her beauty will be It's not bad, and she has a pair of pretty eyes. Now she blinked her eyes, boldly, and asked softly: "Mr. Chen deliberately rejected my master because he guessed that my master will come back again." Let the servant come to find Mr., so as to give the servant such a big credit, right?"

Chen Ping put out a finger to her mouth, indicating that she knows everything, and that's all.

Under the moonlight, the woman smiled sweetly in the moonlight.

Hongsu looked at the thin young man in front of him, lifted a jug of wine in his hand, sealed it with yellow paper, and wrapped the body with red string, and said with a soft smile: "It's not a valuable thing, it's called Huangteng wine, and it's made of glutinous rice and round-grained rice. Brewed, it is the official wine in my hometown. It is most popular among women, and it is also nicknamed table wine. Last time I talked with Mr. Chen a lot, I forgot about this, so I asked someone to buy some, and it was just delivered On the island, if the husband is used to drinking, I will move it later and give it to him."

She suddenly realized that her words were wrong, and hurriedly said: "Just now, the slave said that the woman likes to drink, but in fact, the men in my hometown also like to drink."

Chen Pingan took the pot of wine, nodded with a smile and said, "Okay, if you're used to drinking, I'll go to Zhu Xian's mansion to get it from you."

After Hongsu left.

Not only did Chen Pingan not drink, but he put the jug of wine into something close at hand, not daring to drink it.

It's not that you can't trust Hongsu, but that you can't trust Qingxia Island and Shujian Lake.Even if this pot of wine is fine, once you open your mouth to ask for something else, you don't know which pot of wine will have problems, so in the end, Chen Pingan must be at the concierge of Zhu Xian's mansion and tell her that the wine tastes soft. , not very suitable for myself.In this regard, Chen Pingan does not feel that he is somewhat similar to Gu Can.

Just in case, Gu Can can kill Ten Thousand without hesitation.

Chen Pingan was also afraid of that eventuality, so he could only temporarily put Hongsu's kindness on hold and seal it up.

It's just that the two seem to be similar, but in the end they are a similar "one", and there is a big difference derived from it.

As long as Gu Can still clings to his oneness, the tug-of-war between Chen Pingan and Gu Can's temperament is destined to be unable to pull Gu Can to his side.

Chen Pingan has also temporarily given up.

Even the most fundamental way in which two people view the world is already different, so it's useless to say what you want to say.

Therefore, Gu Can has never seen the time between Chen Pingan and the four of Ouhua Fudi Huajuan, nor has he seen the undercurrents surging, murderous intentions everywhere, and the final good reunion and separation, and the final reunion.

It might not be suitable for Shu Jianhu and Gu Can, but Gu Can missed a possibility after all.

After gradually becoming familiar with the ups and downs of Shujian Lake, Chen Ping'an believes that if Gu Can puts part of his mind on other than killing people, even if he learns Liu Zhimao's methods of winning people's hearts and cultivating power, Gu Can will be with him. His mother can live better and longer in Shujian Lake.

It's just that Chen Pingan has seen more and thought more now, but he no longer has the heart to talk about these "nonsense".

Don't say it doesn't mean don't do it.

On the contrary, Chen Pingan needs to do more things.

After all the reasoning, Gu Can still didn't know what was wrong, so Chen Pingan could only settle for the next best thing and stop his mistakes.

As long as he lives in Shujian Lake and works as an accountant at the gate of Qingxia Island, at least he can fight to keep Gu Can from making big mistakes.

Since Gu Can didn't know his mistakes and firmly believed that he was the most right, he naturally wouldn't correct his mistakes. For the favor of a meal, and a boxing manual, Chen Ping responded twice.

Once because of the past, I had to break my golden courage, so that I could stay in Shujian Lake with the lowest "peace of mind" as much as possible, and everything I did next was to make up for Gu Can's mistakes.

This is a very simple sequence.

It's not easy to do, especially the first step. How Chen Pingan convinced himself that the golden gallbladder was broken that night and bid farewell to the golden Confucian shirt villain was the price that must be paid.

In life, reasoning seems easy, but it is the most difficult. The difficulty lies in whether to tell the truth that needs to be paid for. After torture and answering, if you still decide to tell the truth, then once you tell Yes, the price paid is often unknown, and the pain and suffering are self-sufficient and cannot be spoken to others.

Apart from these two things, Chen Pingan needed to mend his state of mind.

He couldn't save half of it, and he collapsed first.

Chen Ping walked out of the room, and this time he did not forget to blow out the two lamps on the desk and the dining table.

After passing the mountain gate of Qingxia Island, we came to the ferry. There was Chen Pingan's ferry boat. Standing by the lake, Chen Pingan was not carrying a sword fairy on his back, and he was only wearing a green shirt and long coat.

The world is lonely, no one is around, the lake seems to be covered with broken silver, and the night wind after winter is slightly cold.

Let Chen Ping enter the fifth realm after practicing boxing, especially after wearing the robe of gold, tonight, finally feel the warmth and warmth of the long-lost human solar term.

As the rivers and lakes go farther and farther, especially after seeing more and more officialdom and the scenery on the mountain, Chen Ping'an has become more and more admiring of Master Ruan's views on the relationship between master and apprentice, and more and more admiring Cui Dongshan's teaching. His chess and foreign chess.

Ruan Qiong recruited disciples, not because the master would argue with others one day, and the disciples would boo at the side, criticize the opponent wantonly, or resolutely join the battlefield regardless of right and wrong.

Ruan Qiong once said, I only accept disciples who are people of the same way, not apprentices who only know how to work for me.

Life is difficult, it is difficult to care about it, and it is even more difficult for the most important person to make you feel difficult.

But that's just the problem of good people.

After all, there are more people who never think about these things.

The world has punched me, so why can't I return the kick? If the world dares to punch me with a bloody face and make me feel unhappy, I will definitely beat the world to pieces. As for whether it will hurt the innocent, right? There is more than enough to die, and I don't even think about it.

this is not right.

Cultivating strength is the foundation of standing up, and cultivating the mind is the way to climb high.

On the avenue, whether you go straight with your sword or go on a study tour, you always have to give way to others occasionally.

Chen Ping's face was sad, and he felt that the sky and the earth were big, and these words could only be held in his stomach, and no one would listen.

Chen Pingan's mind moved slightly.

I thought about it.

Take out a piece of black charcoal from the close thing.

He drew a big circle on the ferry.

Then he bent down in the circle and slowly drew a straight line, which was equivalent to dividing the circle into two.

Chen Ping squatted next to the line, and then did not write for a long time, frowning.

The accountant with a sluggish look had no choice but to take off the sword gourd from his waist, and took a sip of Wuti wine to refresh himself.

It was only then that above and below that straight line, each wrote a good and an evil.

Chen Pingan wants to take a step tonight on the word "one" that once stopped on the road of heart, unwilling to think deeply, and unable to delve into it.

Just like the boy in straw sandals in Niping Lane, who walked on the covered bridge back then.

Chen Ping squatted on the ground, on that straight line, between the words good and evil, lightly wrote the words "people-oriented", and muttered: "I can only think about so much for the time being."

Chen Pingan closed his eyes, took another sip of wine, opened his eyes, stood up, strode to the edge of the semicircle of "goodness", and drew a diagonal line at the other half of the semicircle of "evil" in one go. Move, draw another slash from bottom to top.

In the end, a circle has been cut into six pieces by Chen Pingan, and the intersection is only at the center of the circle.

After this, Chen Pingan seemed to be suddenly enlightened, and walked quickly to the semicircle of the word "good" above the straight line, in the middle of the three areas, with a charcoal pen in his hand, writing like flying, talking to himself Dao: "If it is said that this is the sincere heart of goodness, and it is the most firm, and the mind is not easy to move, then the people in this place, the three teachings, the various schools of thought, even if they have never read books Words, the book of teaching has its own golden house, the book has its own thousand bell millet, self-cultivation, family governance and world peace, that is the best knowledge, because it can be listened to, and there is no need for any sage to explain the truth, because such People are willing to listen, and they are also willing to sit and hear the truth, rise up and practice it, no matter how difficult the world is, they will stick to their hearts.”

Chen Ping got up quickly, and retreated to the center of the evil semicircle that was "tit for tat" against the semicircle filled with charcoal characters.

Squatting down, writing with the same charcoal brush, he murmured: "Human nature is inherently evil, and this evil is not just derogatory, but expounds another nature in the human heart, that is, the oneness that is born to perceive the world, and to fight for it." To rob, to protect and maximize one's own interests, unlike the former, for life and death, you can rely on the three immortals of Confucianism and the inheritance of incense and fire descendants. Here, I am the whole world. When I die, the world will die. The individual me, this little one, is no less important than the whole world, the big one. Zhu Lian explained why he didn't want to kill one person but not save the world. Although I didn’t see it with my own eyes, I believe that it has also pushed the world forward.”

"Only those whose hearts and minds fall into this place to blossom and bear fruit can, at certain critical moments, be able to say that after I die, I don't care about the floods, and I would rather teach me to bear the world, and the sun is far away, and the opposite is true. But this kind of heaven and earth has a spirit." The nature that almost all things have is very likely to be the foundation of our human beings, at least one of them. This explains why I couldn't understand before that so many unkind people can practice Taoism and become gods without any hindrance. , and even live a better life than the so-called good people. Because the heaven and the earth nourish all things, there is no partiality, and life and death are not necessarily determined by people's good or evil."

After taking a swig of wine.

Chen Ping got up and walked to the rightmost side of the upper semicircle, "The people here are not as tenacious as those on the neighboring right, they are more vacillating, but they still tend to be kind, but it will change according to people, places and times. To change, you need the saints of the three teachings and the various schools of thought to teach you that you can’t make a weapon if you don’t cut it, and you don’t know it if you don’t learn it. explain."

Chen Pingan wrote here, thinking about it again, came to the word "good and evil" near the center of the circle, and slowly added two sentences with charcoal pencil, wrote on it "willing to believe that life is alive, not all "Barter", it is written below, "If there is any payment, as long as there is no real return, it will compromise the interests of my oneness."

Chen Ping put away the charcoal pen, and murmured: "Once the person perceives damage, he will have great doubts and anxiety deep in his heart, and he will start looking around, thinking that he must ask for it from elsewhere. And asking for more, this explains why Shujian Lake is so chaotic, everyone is struggling, and what I thought before, why so many people must be punched somewhere in the world There are more places in the world, punching and kicking, and completely disregarding the life and death of others, not just for living, just like Gu Can, who has already lived well, but will follow this thread and become a person who can say what I like. The person who kills is not only created by the environment of Shujian Lake, but also by the ridges and ridges in Gu Can's heart. This is how he is divided. When he has a chance to get in touch with a bigger world, such as when I give him the little loach , came to Shujian Lake, Gu Can will naturally grab more ones that belong to others, money, life, whatever it takes."

Chen Ping came to the leftmost side of the upper semicircle, "The people here are the most disordered. They want to do good but don't know how to do it, and they don't have the courage to do evil, so it's easy to feel that reading is useless and wrong. The semicircle here is just as easy to go from evil to collapse, so there are so many sanctimonious hypocrites in the world, even the Buddha in the Buddhist scriptures will worry about the coming of the end of the Dharma. People here, drifting with the tide, live a very hard life , it will even be the hardest one, as I said to Gu Can earlier, the truth in the world is good, the real freedom of the strong lies in being able to protect this group of people, so that they don't have to worry about the group of people in the middle of the lower semicircle, Because of the latter's rampant,

And suffering from many disasters for no reason, there is no need to be afraid that all the wealth accumulated through hard work will be destroyed overnight, so that these people, even if they don’t need to reason, or even don’t need to know too much reason at all, and even if they occasionally The unreasonable, slightly shaken Confucian-made wooden chair, which was well-behaved and originally stable, can live well. "

Chen Pingan got up and moved, came to the rightmost side of the lower semicircle corresponding to it, and slowly wrote: The people here, you tell him to put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the ground, knowing the mistakes can make a big difference, and the group of people in the middle of the neighborhood , is destined to be just empty talk.

Although there is still a large blank space on the leftmost side of the semicircle below, Chen Pingan's face was already pale, showing signs of exhaustion. After taking a big sip of wine, he stood up staggeringly, and the charcoal in his hand had been worn out. It was only the size of a fingernail, Chen Pingan stabilized his mind, his fingers trembled, and couldn't write any more. Chen Pingan took a breath, raised his arms, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and wanted to squat down and continue writing, even if there was one more word , but as soon as he bent down, he sat down on the ground.

Chen Pingan casually placed the Yangjian gourd on the ground with one hand, and let go of his fingers with the other hand, leaving only a bit of charcoal rolling to the ground, and he lay on his back on the ferry.

"Confucianism proposes a heart of compassion, and Buddhism advocates a heart of compassion, but it is still difficult for us to achieve it in this world, let alone to achieve these two statements all the time. Instead, it is Yasheng who first said the innocence and compassion. Daozu's so-called return to nature, return to the baby, seems to be more "

Chen Ping tried his best to stand up, exited the circle that hadn't completed the charcoal characters, stared at the big circle, and finally concentrated his eyes on the two characters of good and evil that he wrote first in the center of the circle.

Chen Ping staggered and stretched out a hand, as if trying to grab the entire circle.

He hardly knew what he was talking about.

At this time and this scene, the shape and bones are all forgotten.

"Is it possible to not even talk about good and evil and just talk about the nature of God and man? Otherwise, it will be difficult for this circle to really stand firm."

"This needs to be lifted up rather than sticking to the principles in the book, so that instead of being bound by Confucianism, it is necessary to simply expand this circle but to elevate it higher."

"If that's the case, then I understand. It's not what I figured out before. It's not that there are thresholds for the truth in the world, and there are high and low. It's walking around this circle and looking at it constantly. It's the difference between the left and the right, and the same is not It is said that people’s hearts are different, and there is a difference between high and low, cloud and mud. Therefore, the saints of the three religions, what they did, the so-called persuasion, is to move the hearts of people from different territories, Tow them to the areas they want."

"If so, don't look at high places first, don't go around in circles and flat ground, just use the order to take a step back to look at it, don't mention all kinds of original minds, just talk about the true nature of the world, Confucianism, is in Expanding and stabilizing the physical territory, Taoism is elevating the world upwards, so that we humans can be higher than all other living things."

Chen Ping closed his eyes, took out a bamboo slip, engraved with a great Confucianist's words full of desolation but still beautiful and moving, at that time, he just thought the idea was strange but clear, now it seems that, as long as he digs deeper, it actually contains some Taoism really means, "The basin of water covers the ground, the mustard floats on the water, and the ants cling to the mustard seeds as a desperate situation. When the water dries up, they find that the road is open and there is nowhere to go."

"What Taoism asks is that we don't want us people to be those existences whose minds are as low as ants. We must go to a higher place to look at the world, and we must be different from the birds, animals, flowers and trees in the world."

"What about Buddhists?"

Chen Pingan stretched out his hands and drew a circle, "cooperate with the broadness of Confucianism and the height of Taoism, and integrate the worlds of the ten directions into one, without omissions."

Chen Ping finally murmured: "That one, do I know a little bit?"

With a bang, the accountant, who had exhausted all his strength and spirit, fell back, closed his eyes, his face was full of tears, stretched out his hand to wipe his face, stretched out a palm, raised it slightly, his teary eyes were hazy, and his vision was transparent. Passing between the fingers, ignorant, sleepless, already extremely haggard, but in the deepest part of my heart, full of joy, I thought brokenly: "The clouds are scattered and the sky is bright, who will decorate it, the sky and the sea are originally clear."

Chen Ping closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and whispered: "It turns out that we don't want to distinguish between good and evil, and you can also smile when you read this."

When Chen Pingan was in Shujian Lake for the first time, he laid down on the ferry where a big circle was drawn and there was no time to erase a charcoal character, while sleeping soundly and soundly on Qingxia Island.

I don't know when.

A man in green shirt who was still unruly and unruly, and a girl with ponytail in green dress who was getting more and more attractive came to the ferry almost at the same time.

The two didn't speak any words, and they didn't even meet their eyes.

The scholar who did not answer the letter in the Taiping Mountain Patriarch Hall, but came to other continents in person, picked up the charcoal of Chen Pingan, squatted at the leftmost place under the circle, wanted to write, but hesitated Undecided, but instead of being annoyed, his eyes were full of smiles, "The mountain is in front of me, so I, a former gentleman of the academy, can only take a detour?"

And the girl in Tsing Yi was standing outside the circle at the end of the straight line, eating a new pastry from Lvtongcheng by Shujian Lake, and said vaguely: "It's still a little bit of a god-man, and I didn't explain it clearly."

Holding the charcoal in his hand, the scholar raised his head, looked around, and said with his tongue, "It's a good thing to be brave when things are going to be difficult, and it's a good thing to open up when you're drunk."

The girl in Tsing Yi also said, "If one's heart is not ignorant, all dharmas are clear."

Only then did he turn his head to look at the girl in Tsing Yi with a ponytail gnawing on pastries, "Don't take advantage of Chen Ping'an while he is asleep. But if the girl must do it, I, Zhong Kui, can turn my back on it." , this is called the beauty of a gentleman.”

Then she looked at him and said doubtfully, "Your name is Zhong Kui, you are a ghost, it's rather strange, I can't understand you."

Zhong Kui stretched his hand around his shoulder, and pointed to the accountant who was snoring loudly, "This guy understands me, so I'm here."

Zhong Kui looked at this Lake of Books and Slips, which was different from the world in his eyes, and muttered: "How can I, Zhong Kui, be the only gentleman in the world. What a cesspit the world must be."

Ruan Xiu's face was calm, "I know you want to help him, but I advise you, don't stay and help him, it will be a disservice."

Zhong Kui asked, "Really?"

Ruan Xiu asked back, "Trust me"

Zhong Kui nodded.

After Ruan Xiu finished eating the pastries, she clapped her hands and left.

Zhong Kui thought for a while, and gently put the bit of charcoal back to its original place. After getting up, he wrote in the air, writing only eight characters in Shujian Lake, and then followed suit, returning to Tongyezhou.

Zhong Kui, a scholar who is no longer a gentleman in the academy, came and returned in a hurry.

The eight words he left behind were "everything is suitable and there are no taboos."