There is a very special miserable tree in the village, very tall and old, without flowering, but has a kind of vitality.

There was a faint sound of calligraphy coming from the school covered with leaves, and the voice was clear.

The whole tree is bathed in the morning glow, with ancient vines tangled around the leaves, sparsely covering the entire ancient forest, and countless strange flying insects and gorgeously winged brocade birds flying on the canopy.

The slightly purple ancient vines fell into the wooden house under the tree and woven into mats at the bottom of the house.

After the autumn rain, although it was a bit cold, the mat was warm, and vine leaves were gently brushing beside the mat, and wisps of fragrance were everywhere.

"The Master said: A gentleman has nine thoughts: seeing the wisdom of the mind, listening to the mind, being gentle in nature, being respectful in appearance, speaking the mind, being respectful in things, being respectful in things, being doubtful in questions, being difficult in anger, and seeing the truth. Students think that the so-called seeing the wisdom of the mind..."

In the school, there were 100,000 young girls sitting cross-legged on the table, quietly, and seemed to be listening to a young man in the front row reciting the scriptures on the book very seriously.

The boy was eleven or twelve years old, with clear eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, but thin body and a pale face.

This young man was a baby picked up from the river by a man from Chao Village twelve years ago. Later, he was adopted by Liu Zhan and his wife and named him Yi Zixuan. He treated him as his own son, and raised him and his son Liu Chengfeng.

"I memorized very well and understood thoroughly. Zixuan, please sit down."

When Yi Zixuan heard this, he thanked him and then sat down.

There was an old man with white hair and beard in the hall, wearing a jade crown and a blue Confucian shirt. A vague sense of righteousness scattered around him, making people feel like a spring breeze.

Mu Zhiqian glanced at Yi Zixuan and revealed some appreciation. Such a smart and humble boy is really rare. Just when he thinks of his body, he can't help but sigh.

Mu Zhiqian said in a gentle tone: "The words of Confucius are all the words. Although this book "The Analects of Confucius" is not a fairy tactic, it contains many truths. From another perspective, it is close to the essence of the great way."

I saw him get up from the hall, holding a scroll in one hand and a ruler in the other, walking slowly in the school, making a loud noise: "If you want to cultivate immortality, you must first learn to be a human being!"

Many young men showed thoughtful expressions. As for whether they really had some understanding, they couldn't know, but Yi Zixuan really understood a lot.

Even though he was suffering from a strange disease, he was unable to refine essence into qi and build a foundation for the Tao. Although he was distressed, he had tried every effort but put his mind on the book and gained a lot.

It's just that some people don't think so.

At this moment, the two teenagers behind the school were looking carefully at Yi Zixuan and whispering.

"Sir, always say some big truths, who can understand? Hey, look at that sick man pretends to be quite like him! No wonder Mr. likes him so much." Lu Qian patted his deskmate and said helplessly.

"You all say you pretend, what's the use of it? After all, it's still a waste that cannot be cultivated and will only waste our village's food." A trace of jealousy flashed across Liang Yuan's face, and he responded with a little anger.

He also looked at Lu Qian in surprise, as if asking him, why did you say such idiotic words?

Slap!

The two were very dedicated to talking. When they were excited, a ruler suddenly appeared and gently patted them on the head. They immediately shut up and pretended to be reading seriously.

Mu Zhiqian didn't say anything, shook his head and walked away, which was quite a bit like a rotten wood that was difficult to carve.

The boys in the school looked here one after another, and Lu Qian lowered his head and did not dare to speak.

Liang Yuan seemed to feel their ridicule, a little ashamed, and his face turned red, but he secretly turned his eyes to Yi Zixuan, obviously taking the account on him.

Before I knew it, I had about a cup of tea.

"when!"

The bronze bell hanging obliquely at the door rang, and the gentle and gentle sound instantly brushed across the entire ancient forest, stirring up waves on the Chu River, alarming the strange flying insects on the trees and countless gorgeously winged brocade birds.

The school suddenly became silent.

"Study over!"

The students quickly stood up from the mat and bowed to Mu Zhiqian: "Goodbye sir!"

Seeing Mu Zhiqian nodding in agreement, they dispersed in groups of three or three, rushing to run out.

Liu Chengfeng did not rush to go out, but instead came to Yi Zixuan and urged with a frown: "Zixuan, let's go home for dinner quickly, I'm so hungry!"

"Um."

Yi Zixuan packed up the book and did not stop for much.

Liang Yuan hid behind a tree and watched the two of them walk away, his eyes rolling around. He didn't know what bad idea was thinking. Lu Qian patted his shoulder and said curiously: "Ayuan, what are you looking at?"

"It's nothing, let's go." Liang Yuan shook his head quickly and turned around and walked away.

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"Come on, Zixuan, eat more meat, you're too thin." Gu Yun put a piece of golden beast meat into Yi Zixuan's bowl, his face full of pity.

"Thank you Aunt Yun." Yi Zixuan looked at the dishes full of food in the bowl, with a strong aroma, and he was only grateful.

But in this way, some people are unhappy.

"Hmph! My mother is so partial. She only picks up food for Zixuan, but not me. I don't care. I want it too." Liu Chengfeng was so angry that he pushed the big bowl in front of his mother.

"Okay, okay, mom will give you it."

Gu Yun looked at his jealous son, looking like he would never grow up, so he had to pick up a chopstick for him.

Yi Zixuan laughed secretly while eating.

"Zixuan, let me see how your condition is."

After breakfast, Gu Yun asked Liu Chengfeng to clean up the table, called Yi Zixuan aside, reached out and pressed his hand on his wrist to prepare his pulse.

Yi Zixuan stood obediently, but the expression on his face was quite dissatisfied, as if he had known the result a long time ago.

Sure enough, after half a stick of incense, Gu Yun raised his hand and sighed, "It's still the same thing, it has neither deteriorated nor improved. Zixuan, you go and decoct the medicine first and drink the medicine."

"Then I'm going, Aunt Yun." Yi Zixuan ran back to his house, carried out a green medicine jar, put aconite, poria, Chuanxiong, asarum and other medicinal materials into it, and grind it very finely with a pestle.

He scooped a large scoop of water from the water tank and put it into the medicine jar, lit the fire, and gently fanned it with a fan.

Gu Yun looked at him like this, watching him make these things a habit and an instinct, and couldn't help feeling sad. He felt wronged for him and thought, "Why is this terminal illness?"

The thick branches and lush leaves wrapped around the platform, covering the skins of ferocious beasts in the mountains opposite the Chu River. Yi Zixuan sat on the platform, looking into the distance as in the past few years, dazed.

Dozens of wooden houses of six or seven feet in radius are sparsely scattered in the entire ancient forest and are placed on the animal bark tree platform, as if they are integrated with the green wood, with simple decoration and simple and natural decoration, making people feel as if they are in the ancient wilderness.

Yi Zixuan knew that he was not from Youchao Village, and Liu Zhan and Gu Yun were just his adoptive father and mother. They did not hide anything from him. He was actually picked up.

He is just a child that his parents don't want.

Whenever he thinks of this, Yi Zixuan always feels confused because he doesn't know why his parents want to abandon him, and he doesn't know where his home is.

Yi Zixuan wanted to find them and ask them why, even if he didn't even know what his parents looked like or what their names were.

After growing up, he also asked around with his adoptive father Liu Zhan, but he had no gains. At least in the sparsely populated Nanyu Road, he had already walked through many places.

Everyone in the village thinks that he comes from outside, so if he wants to pursue the mystery of his life experience, he has to leave Nanyu Road, cross the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and go through all kinds of hardships.

If you just want to do this, you must have strength, at least the strength of the realm of consciousness and treasure. The road to immortal cultivation begins with the three realms as the foundation of Tao, the realm of Tao, Huangting, and the foundation of Tao are the twelve main meridians and eight extraordinary meridians in the body.

Unfortunately, from the time he picked him up, the meridians in his body were already in disorder, and the most serious one. No magic medicine was useful and could be called a terminal illness.

Even according to the diagnosis of some pharmacists, he has long become a useless person and can only be paralyzed in bed. Although he is thin, he can still move freely, which is beyond his expectations.

The clear water began to rise, and wisps of smoke rose from the medicine jar, and as the breeze passed through the branches, dissipating ethereal.
Chapter completed!