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Seeing a person so clear and transparent made the old turtle know that he couldn't see through, but he couldn't help but want to take a closer look at the scholar's fate.

But the result was somewhat beyond the old turtle's expectations. The scholar's fate was not vague, at least not that he couldn't see through it at a glance, but that he could see his profound blessing, but he couldn't see it in detail. The ups and downs of life.

Put it on others, the old turtle will not take it seriously. After all, some people have ordinary life, but this scholar is definitely not like this, but the old turtle does not dare to read more, he is here to listen to people reading, can't Put the cart before the horse.

Yin Qing reads "The Meaning of Knowledge" little by little, savoring the essence of what her father wrote back then, and inserts some of her own feelings while reading.

It's not that this book was written by his father, so that Yin Qing can understand more meaning. In fact, he reads like this, as if he can touch some of the thinking lines of the original author, and can feel the state of mind when they wrote the book through reading.

In fact, many scholars have a similar feeling and use it to distinguish the connotation of books. Some books are just narratives without much emotion, while others are expressing ideas, often impassioned.

But Yin Qing's state is different from simply reading through the book to express what meaning it wants to express. It is a kind of spiritual sense, as if he can empathize with the author of the book, so as to feel what kind of person the other party is, lonely or enthusiastic, and also Or just posturing.

Therefore, for Yin Qing, even if some books are so-called must-learn classics, they are very uncomfortable to read for a while. In order to cope with the test of teaching, they will still force me to memorize them. It is absolutely impossible to like them.

Yin Qing's favorite articles are those written by people like his father Yin Zhaoxian. You can clearly feel the idea that the book wants to spread, and you can clearly feel the author's seriousness, wanting to wipe away the filth. His aura, this feeling of the unity of knowledge and action made him the most comfortable.

So now Yin Qing reads the text, and naturally releases this feeling along with the sound of reading, and sometimes explains a few words in his own words, trying to make the listeners can hit the points like him, so that the big herring and the old turtle don't know. Suddenly I was fascinated by it.

Even the few people who had been watching Jiyuan fishing unknowingly were fascinated by it. They only thought that this scholar must be very knowledgeable, and when they saw that the other party might be wearing the clothes of Huiyuan Academy, it was as expected. look.

If Yin Qing reads like this, he wants to read and understand a book very quickly, but when he wants to pass it on to others, he wants to say more, far more than the article shows, so much so that a book " Zhiyi has been directly talked about for a whole day and has not been finished yet.

During the period, Ji Yuan also made a special trip to buy some food as a lunch for two people and one fox, trying not to interrupt Yin Qing's first performance.

By the evening, the pedestrians around had already gone home and boarded the boat.

Ji Yuan saw that it was not early, took the fishing rod that had not caught a fish all day, and said to Yin Qing.

"Okay, let's go here today!"

Just as Ji Yuan's voice started, Yin Qing's reading sound stopped abruptly.

"Mr. Ji, how do you think I'm doing today?"

Yin Qing asked Ji Yuan a little nervously. Seeing that there was no one around, he continued to ask, and at the same time, he also looked at Jiang Mian.

"Can the big herring understand?"

Seeing him like this, Ji Yuan, who had just placed the bamboo pole on the shore, approached him two steps and patted his right arm.

"It's very well said. Your father may not be happy here, let alone me."

Hearing Mr. Ji's praise, Yin Qing felt quite embarrassed.

"Mr. Ji, your praise is too fake. I don't know who you and my father are. Hu Yun, do you think so?"

Yin Qing asked Chihu next to him, but the latter's eyes moved, but he didn't agree immediately, and only said after a while.

"If it's just reading for others to listen to, maybe Mr. Ji is telling the truth."

Seeing that Hu Yun rarely said such a conscious word, Yin Qing was obviously stunned for a moment, but he was very happy to receive the praise.

The accountant wrapped the fishing line on the newly made green bamboo pole and looked at the city gate in the distance.

"In another half an hour, the city gate will be closed, and it's almost time to go back. Well, let's meet them before going back."

Yin Qing followed the direction of Ji Yuan's finger. The big herring on the river was ups and downs, spitting bubbles and looking at him. The fins couldn't close together and could only nod up and down. On the side of the big herring, what was originally thought to be a black stone in the water, It actually floated up, and finally revealed a huge turtle.

"This... such a big turtle?"

Yin Qing was taken aback, but the tortoise actually half-heeled up on the water, with two tortoise feet close together and bowing.

"Old turtle Wu Chong, thank you Mr. Yin for your teaching!"

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, under Yin Qing, a student of Huiyuan College."

Yin Qing hurriedly returned the gift, but it was quite novel to be called Mr. for the first time.

"By the way, this big herring will be called Luo Biqing from now on."

Ji Yuan's words fell, and the big herring by the river blew a burst of "bobobobobo..." bubbles in the water, as if responding.

Yin Qing also smiled and bowed to the big herring, then packed up the books, and said to Ji Yuan with a little reluctance.

"Mr. Ji, shall I go back?"

He knew that he was leaving, so it was time for Mr. Ji and Hu Yun to leave Chunhui Mansion.

"go Go."

He didn't say much because of his intentions. After seeing Yin Qing turn around and take a few steps, he silently counted to three. Sure enough, he turned around again.

"Mr. Ji, don't you ask me how I am in Huiyuan Academy, how do I get along with my classmates and the master?"

Ji Yuancu smiled narrowly.

"Oh, I almost forgot, how are you getting along with others over there?"

"Mr. Ji, you are too perfunctory..."

"Hahahaha... Chunhui Prefecture is well-developed in water transportation, so you can write a letter to Ning'an County in a ten-day period, and it is also where the prefecture is located. Even going to Wanzhou side saves a lot of time for the accumulation and classification of post stations, so you can write a letter when you have time. !"

Only then did Yin Qing smile again. After nodding, she finally turned and left. After walking for a while, she did not turn back a few steps, but trotted into the city.

After Yin Qing left, Ji Yuan retracted his gaze and sat on the bank, facing the old turtle.

"Wu Chong, I told you last time that among the people you have met in your life, there are some deeds that touch you deeply. You can tell me about it. I think today is quite suitable. Let's talk about it."

A copy of "Hey Dao Biography" was read by Ji Yuan a long time ago, and it has been a long time since "". It would definitely be more interesting to listen to the stories of those who experienced it.

"Follow Mr.'s orders!"

The old turtle saluted in the water. From the conversation between Mr. Ji and Yin Qing, he heard that Mr. Ji might be leaving. After careful selection, he thought of something that happened a long, long time ago.

The body gradually sank into the water, and only the turtle's head emerged from the water, and the old turtle's voice was filled with emotion.

"That should have been nearly 170 or 80 years ago. It has only been 20 or 30 years since Dazhen was founded. I can't remember the exact year, and many things seem vague..."

The old turtle saw that Mr. Ji was not interrupted because he said "a lot of things seem vague", so he went on with confidence.

"That year was the 50th year after I refined the crossbones of the old turtle. In this Chunhui Mansion, a scholar surnamed Xiao came to play, and he was quite lucky... On the flower boat, because a drunk man forcibly underestimated a singing prostitute, this scholar Xiao rushed to the crown and turned into a red face, and extended a helping hand..."

The old turtle smiled before continuing.

"Then he was kicked down the river by the drunk man. Although he was quickly rescued by Hua Chuan's steward and his buddy, he also ended up with a disgraced face, but that time also made the old turtle think that he was an honest man."

The old turtle spoke slowly, describing how he had "ran into" with Scholar Xiao in a way that would not frighten him too much, how he slowly got to know him, how he helped him calculate his fortune, and how he instructed him to deal with a certain the timing of some key things.

"Originally, I just wanted to form a good relationship and point out where to find a little windfall, where there is a shortage of goods and the time is right. If I want to do business, I can also make a small fortune, but after the scholar's family is richer, it is better. I want to be an official, I want to be a high official..."

"Hehe, the arrogance of the dynasty and the way of the official's luck are not trivial, how can it be a destiny that can determine the career of the official, it must be learned by real talents, although he has some talents, but it is not enough, I will tell him bluntly, telling him that if Unwilling to study and study hard, there is no way to go to officialdom, especially with the help of demonic powers, it is a taboo, and for a long time after that, Xiao Jing never came to me again..."

Ji Yuan listened quietly, and naturally he would not think that the story was over.

"Old turtle, when I heard the news about Xiao Jing again, I don't know why, he has been sitting in the position of the imperial censor in just six or seven years..."

Ji Yuan frowned and looked at the old turtle, who squinted his eyes and looked at the river, this action represented the gradual rise of the old turtle's emotion.

This will follow the narrative, and some details that have been forgotten will also be recalled, and the old turtle's thinking will be much clearer.

"It was the 32nd year of Liyuan, the founding emperor of Dazhen was late, and the stubborn ailments left by the founding of the country were also frequently uncontrollable in his later years. It’s still shallow, and most of the founding veterans in the DPRK were built in the place, from the merits of the dragon, the unparalleled martial arts…”

As the old turtle spoke ~www.NovelMTL.com~, his eyes narrowed and narrowed, and in Ji Yuan's heart, at this moment, he seemed to feel a **** aura about to rise.

"Hey...Old turtle, I can be considered a blood mold. The little help I gave Xiao Jing in the early years didn't get much in return, but when the blood stained the censor's desk, bad karma followed!"

He didn't say anything specific, but this sentence basically made Ji Yuan understand the tone of what followed.

Killing a hero is something that in the feudal dynasties, the founding emperors of all dynasties may have done.

As for Xiao Jingguan, who worships the imperial censor, and the criminal law in the imperial court, his role in it must be disgraceful. From the dragon's merit to the establishment of the dynasty, it is a great merit to kill such old and good ministers, and the accompanying evil deeds are definitely old enough. Turtle can take it.

Ji Yuan placed his right hand on his knee and tapped slowly, sympathizing with the old turtle and some of the innocent old officials, but also thoughtful in his heart.

‘The last name is Xiao? ’

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