Nightfall

The Confucius asked: Have you ever thought about the existence of heaven? "

Ning Que thought about it for a long time, and he didn't really have any idea about the existence of Tian Dao and nothingness.

"No, didn't you just say that when the world thinks, Haotian always laughs?"

"But sometimes, even if we are teased, we still have to think about it. If the baby takes the first step and is ridiculed by someone, he will not try again, then he will not walk forever. If you learn calligraphy, write The first word of is too ugly to continue anymore, then you will definitely not be the current Ning everyone. "

"Teacher, I think you are making fun of me at this time." Ning Que said with a smile.

He remembered that he had been struggling to find a way to practice on the road for many years, and when he was holding the Taishang induction article, he had been teased by the people in Weicheng, and he didn't give up before finally having today.

Then he remembered his miserable and miserable life with Sang Sang, and confirmed that he had always held the correct view. Then there must not be a pair of eyes that always overlooked the sorrow and separation of the world, because fate is not fair to the world.

So after thinking for a moment, he replied: "Heavenly Dao is a very empty existence."

The Confucius was somewhat satisfied with his answer and said: "Haotian has no life, we don't have good virtue, there is no specific form, we don't know where Haotian is, we still don't know, but does he have consciousness, brother He made another confirmation at the expense of death. "

The slightly cold night wind swept the flowing clouds under the cliff, and the pomelo hit the cliff with wet and cold water vapor, and then scattered around, gradually spreading over the cliff, adding a little coolness.

The Master looked up at the high and indifferent sky, and said leisurely.

"If there is a real way of heaven, it overlooks the world, the people on the earth who are struggling to survive, even those who seem to be able to call the wind and rain can only be like ants."

"If there is a real way, it will not pay any attention and attention to the ants at all, and when a few of those ants suddenly raise their heads to look at it and even start to produce wings as thin as wings and fly to the sky, trying to challenge it How can its consciousness and will allow this to happen? "

"If there is really heaven, then heaven is invisible and even more ruthless."

Ning Que looked at the teacher standing in the night breeze on the cliff, thinking about these three consecutive sentences. If there was really heaven, after a long silence, he said firmly: "But you are not an ant, teacher."

The Master laughed loudly, full of grandeur.

This laughter suddenly rose from the cliff ether, puncturing the sky of the indifferent sky, and the sea of ​​clouds between the cliff walls was turbulent and turbulent until the laughter of the Master drifted away from the clouds.

Confucius stood on the cliff and looked at the night stars and clouds. After a long silence, he suddenly said with emotion: "Stick Tiger, unfortunately there are no bugs."

The stick tiger is the simplest wine punch, but Ning Que knew that Confucius certainly didn't want to drink at this time, so he would say this sentence. He thought that this simple or even superficial description must be the teacher's recognition of Haotian in this life. I know, but he is still unable to understand it for the time being.

The Confucius ’s previous words solved some doubts in his mind, but he also gave birth to some new doubts. If Uncle Xiao was the ant that gave birth to two wings, he wanted to fly to the sky dome, because it touched the dignity of heaven. He was slain by heaven, why did he bully like that

There must be more than one billion ants in the world who have raised their heads and looked at the sky. During the long years, there must be many people who have tried to fly to the blue sky that day.

Where did those people go? Did he die as vigorously as Uncle Xiao, or did he really return to Haotian's radiant embrace and enter the perfect eternity like those of the feathering stories recorded in the Xiling Canon?

If the realm of Uncle Xiao was no longer allowed to stay in the world, why did he choose not to enter eternity, but chose to challenge Heaven?

Is it just because of pride?

But no matter how fierce and proud the tiger is, he will not scream at the hunter's whistle for no reason.

There is another question, why is the Master still in the world? Where does the Master converge his wings? Does Confucius want to see the true appearance of Heavenly Dao?

He looked at the master at the cliff and said, "Teacher, there are still many things I can't understand."

The Master said: "When can you fully understand the third book, probably you will understand."

Ning Que knew that it was not necessarily something that could be done in a short period of time. He was silent for a moment, and got rid of the atmosphere of mysterious conversations tonight. He returned to the real world and sincerely asked: "The students are now noble It can be disguised as the breath of heaven and earth, but this body is not easy to hide. If a person's weapon falls on the body, the Haotian Daomen will definitely see the strange. "

The Master said: "Aren't you letting people talk to the world that you are doing Fu Wu Shuang Xiu?"

Ning Que smiled a little embarrassedly, and said, "Where can martial arts be deceived?"

Confucius said slightly: "As long as you can beat others, you will naturally be able to deceive others. Don't let people hurt your body. Who will know the weirdness of your body?"

Ning Que is silent, thinking that the battle between the practitioners changes for no reason, even if his own dangers have improved a lot, how can he ensure that the other's natal sword and the like do not come into contact with his body? Even Dao Ye Yehongyu wouldn't dare to boast about such a seaport.

The Master looked into his eyes and said after a moment of silence: "After the younger brother left the cliff cave, he never let anyone touch his body until the day he died."

Confucius left Yaping. For the rest of the night, Ning Que has been sitting between the cliffs, thinking and analyzing all the words that Confucius Xiantao said, and made a careful combing of his time in prison in the cave in March. To transform those mental gains of the realm into actual existence in the body.

When Tianguang died, Sang Sang returned to Yaping ... After serving him after washing, he took all his suitcases and followed the oblique narrow stone path to the mountain.

The scenery along the cliff is still the same, the stone path follows the steep, and the waterfall is injected into the sea of ​​clouds.

A few steps to the east along the canyon, I saw Chen Pipi's figure.

Then the brothers and sisters.

The disciples on the second floor of the academy are all here today to welcome the younger teachers to go out.

Tang Xiaotang jumped up and down and unloaded some luggage from Sang Sang ... He glared at Ning Que, then took Sang Sang's little hand ... and walked to the head.

The master only, look at Ning Que with a gentle smile, and said: "It's been hard these days."

Ning Queji bent over and saluted the brothers and sisters, saying, "Brothers and sisters have worked hard."

Everyone gathered around with joy and congratulated him.

Brother Eleven gave him a bouquet of wildflowers, and Sang Sang was a little unhappy.

Ninety two brothers began to play the piano and flute, so unlucky.

Five or eight brothers found that they couldn't do anything. They couldn't pull Ning Que to play chess at this time, so they had to repeat congratulations and congratulations, like a boring cycle of four robbery.

Brother Six slapped him on the shoulder to show comfort. The pair of iron-handed hands almost beat him to vomit blood ... Seventh Sister Shang Tao pinched his face lovingly, almost pinched the bleeding.

Brother II was standing in the distance, his face was a little ugly, he looked at Ning Que with some nervous eyes, but still nodded ... His lips even extruded some extremely rare smiles.

Today, Hou Shan of the Academy is full of laughter and laughter. The big grass sheds on all sides and the fragrance of the food are overflowing ... Sister Qi and Chef Tang Xiaotang Sang Sang have made a good feast.

The banquet is to welcome the young teacher Ning Que and finally successfully broke through ... No need to be imprisoned in the cliff cave for tragic death, but also to welcome the teacher to return from the end of the tour. Although the welcome time is three months late, the most important reason is This is Ning Que's rite of worship. He will formally worship under the Confucius door.

Ning Que knelt in front of the Confucius chair, respectfully, honestly, without stealing, he slid three bangs, but unfortunately his body was too strong after practicing noble spirits, these three bangs smashed the blue brick in front of him There was a crack in his forehead, but there was still no bleeding on his forehead, not even bruises, only some dust.

He didn't take the opportunity to let the teacher look at his sincerity and patted his ass. He felt so sorry.

Standing up, I took a warm tea from the third sister, and Ning Que walked to the head of the Confucius to offer it with both hands. The Confucius took a sip slowly, and the formal ceremony was completed, which seemed very simple.

Sister Seven came over with a pile of clothes and asked, "Young Master chooses Yanji ..."

Ning Que was slightly stunned, and looked in the arms of her sister, only to find that she was holding academy uniforms. Every spring day, naturally, they were all responding to the spring uniforms. Compared with Taoyuan ’s uniforms, the two-story student ’s institute There is no obvious difference between clothes, but there are many more choices in color.

He looked at the brothers and sisters around the hut and noticed that everyone's choices seemed to be very casual. The three sisters were still the broad pale blue uniforms, the masters were wearing old jackets, and they did not wear the uniforms at all. The colors of the school uniforms vary from red to gray.

Sister Seven looked at his hesitant look and joked: "It must be more cautious, you can't change it if you choose."

Ning Que looked at Sang Sang subconsciously. Since he left Ohshan and no longer acts as a savaged savages and entered Weicheng, it was always Sang Sang who made the decision about what to wear.

Sang Sang nodded.

Ning Que understood what she meant and said: "Sister, I want the black one ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Seven sisters said with a smile:" You are the first person to pick black in Houshan, the younger brother really has a vision Men are pretty, and soap all over, this is the reason, some stupid people never understand. "

The second brother standing behind the Master was solemn and inexplicable.

The brother looked at Ning Que, who was putting a black uniform on his body, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

Confucius nudged his beard and looked at Ning Que and asked, "Why choose black?"

Ning Que, with the help of Sang Sang, fastened the diagonal cloth, and honestly replied: "Black is forbidden."

This is the true answer. He and Sang Sang didn't even think that the man wanted a pretty soap. The master and servant were more concerned about how to wash a few times and save some water and soap.

The master was stunned.

The Master's fingers stiffened slightly and shook his head with a smile.

(This is Chapter 2 and Chapter 3 strives to come out a little before.)