Leisurely cultivating life

The Taoist laughed lightly, and the nine-section stick in his hand moved, and a strange and inexplicable Taoist rhyme emerged in the void, and then quickly enveloped the entire Qingping County.

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Looking south of Xinjun City for more than three hundred miles, there is a mountain named Laishan.

Looking from a distance, the mountains and rocks are towering and towering, with strange rocks and strange caves.

It is mid-spring, the glaciers are thawing, everything is recovering, and vitality is blooming. The sunshine of early spring is shining on the endless vast land. The sky is as blue as washing, and white clouds are floating leisurely.

There are green grasses all over the land, and dewdrops are rolling on the tips of the grass, which are crystal clear and shining with charming brilliance, dazzling the eyes.

There are also apes singing, cranes chirping, cicadas singing, and deer singing, all of which are like paintings.

A school of beautiful scenery, just like the Baili Gallery, makes people linger and forget to return, refreshing.

Whenever this time comes, there will be scholars, scholars, noble children, and ladies and gentlemen from Xinjun City to gather with friends and gather in the mountains, either reciting poems against each other, or going out to enjoy the scenery.

On this day, it was evening, the setting sun was shining, and the sky was full of colorful clouds.

In a gazebo, several scholars were talking to each other about recent anecdotes.

As soon as a topic was finished, a scholar surnamed Fan couldn't wait to say: "Everyone, maybe you don't know yet? Ping Wenxu from Pingjiazhuang at the foot of the mountain has been ill for more than half a year. Unclear."

"The Ping Family Manor scattered all their wealth and looked for famous doctors everywhere, but it was of no avail."

"As a result, all the servants in the family are scattered, only a maid and an old servant who is about to die are left with him."

"It's true that life is worse than death, and it has almost become a useless person!"

After finishing speaking, the scholar Fan surnamed shook his head, expressing regret.

"The Ping family managed to produce a janitor. With Han Ting Shibu, they could make further progress, but they didn't expect to fall here! Hey, what a pity!!"

"Is there such a thing?"

The scholar surnamed Wang sitting next to him was shocked when he heard the words, spilled the wine in the cup in his hand on the ground, and said in surprise: "I remember I came here to visit the mountains last year, and Brother Ping personally received him. He is smart Tian Cheng, I have rarely seen him in my life, I thought he must be proud of this year's provincial examination, even Xie Yuan, I am very optimistic about him, how could...such a tragedy happen!"

"Humph!!"

The surname Fan's surname is Fan Dan, whose name is Meng, which is a Confucian sub-sage's character, but he himself has long eyebrows and fine eyes, thin lips, and looks very mean and ungrateful.

Hearing what the scholar surnamed Wang said, he smiled coldly and said: "Ping Wenxu, gentle and elegant, lifelike, and his name is a good name, but this person is young and energetic, and proud of his talent."

"I just thought that he was adhering to the way of sages and sages, saying that there is no distinction between teaching and learning, but he dared to set up a private school outside the academy, claiming that he would not refuse anyone, whether it was a beggar or an illiterate commoner, what's more. woman."

"Xuezheng took pity on his talent, and just let him close the school, so he didn't pursue it anymore. Who would have thought that Ping Wenxu had a dispute with Xuezheng on the spot."

"What, this Ping Wenxu dares to do this, isn't he afraid that studying politics will cut his qualifications as a clerk?" A scholar exclaimed.

Xuezheng was originally in charge of a county school's academic decrees and two examinations at the age and department.

Up to now, he has the qualification to deprive students.

Once Xuezheng is offended, the end can be imagined.

Fan Meng said: "Your Excellency Xuezheng is so noble and upright, he just walked away with his sleeves."

Chapter 590 Zhou Fan One Year Later

"Afterwards, when Ping Wenxu returned home, he couldn't afford to be sick, and went crazy every day, like a fool."

"In my opinion, Ping Wenxu is taking the blame for himself, bringing on himself the disaster."

The scholar surnamed Wang's eyelids twitched, his complexion was cloudy, and he said after a while, "Ping Wenxu is quite courageous."

Since the three major imperial dynasties in Central Continent and the Great Han Dynasty, since the ancestor Zhongxing, Confucianism is no longer the same Confucianism as it was when a hundred schools of thought contended.

There are no distinctions among sages and sages, but now there are scholars all over the place, controlling the classics of Confucianism and the places in the examination hall.

The road to progress is blocked, even if there is a crack occasionally, but for all living beings, it is simply the tip of the iceberg.

In such a situation, even the Han emperors of all dynasties have no alternative.

A small student dares to scold him, saying that he must follow the way of sages and sages, and that there is no distinction between teaching and learning.

"Teach without discrimination?"

The scholar surnamed Wang shook his head, drank the wine in his glass, and said, "That's old Huangli, Ping Wenxu is just too stubborn."

His royal family has lived for hundreds of generations, and it is also a family that has no way to make progress, but the ancestors were lucky enough to be the lucky ones to enter the road to make progress that was cracked.

Now that he has become a person with vested interests, he naturally has to maintain the interest class to which he belongs.

At this moment, he can guess that Ping Wenxu must have been murdered by a certain aristocratic family in Xinjun City.

If it weren't for the fact that Ping Wenxu was a granary student, it would have been the end with no bones left at this moment.

"Not stubborn, but extremely stupid!!!"

Fan Meng was narrow-minded and deeply envious of Ping Wenxu's literary talents. He said it mercilessly at this moment: "He who knows the current affairs is a hero. The general trend is like this. Going against the general trend is the only result!"

"Stop talking, stop talking, let's drink."

The scholar surnamed Wang wisely ended the topic and refilled the wine.

He and Ping Wenxu only met each other a few times, not close at all.

If Ping Wenxu was still the same Ping Wenxu of Xie Yuan Seed, he would naturally put down his wine glass and visit at the foot of the mountain.

But at this moment, regarding what happened to Ping Wenxu now, he even had a hint of secret joy in his heart.

You know, Ping Wenxu passed the county examination, government examination, and hospital examination very easily, and ranked first in every field. Even Xuezheng also praised Xin Jun for being out of Jieyuan.

It is a good thing that there is no competitor in this way.

"The mountain is a good mountain, and the scenery is a good view. This is the man... really polluted this beautiful and beautiful mountain!"

On the top of the clouds, a woman in red is holding a jade pen, adding text and painting to a pair of scrolls floating in front of her.

In just a few strokes, a vivid picture of the hundred sceneries of Mount Laishan jumps out on the scroll surface, with greenery, streams, grass, small halls dotted here and there, small animals...

On the surface of the scroll, there is a stream of light moving, ordinary people look at it, and even feel that everything on the surface of the scroll has aura.

It can be said that this is a living Laishan, but only missing this person.

"How dare you make Madam unhappy, you should be punished!"