Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

The eastern sky is still covered with white clouds, and the rising sun hides behind the clouds, and sprinkles strands of golden light, reflecting a crimson morning glow.

In the morning after the rain, the air is filled with a leisurely coolness, which is comfortable and pleasant. A slight breeze blows, the leaves rustle, and the water droplets hanging on them are blown off.

However, at this moment, Ying Yunqian is already flawlessly concerned about these things.

"Do I look like a ghost?" Looking down at the young man in green shirt, Lin Chongyang looked a little subtle.

The dark sky was clear, and Ying Yunqian, who was in a calm mood, felt that he might have gotten into trouble. There was a mix of fish and dragons in the martial arts world. Regardless of whether the person opposite was a bad person or not, his previous words were somewhat rude.

At this moment, he also noticed the changes in his body. The clothes and hair that were wet before had become dry now, not at all as if he had just been drenched in the rain.

After a very short period of thinking, Ying Yunqian took a few steps back, and then bowed:
"The younger generation was frightened for a moment, and said something disrespectful, please forgive me, senior."

Although he chose to run away from home, and at the same time he was at odds with the family members, and he didn't even intend to go back in this life, but the Ying family is not a small sect, after all, there is a not weak innate in the family.

Therefore, Ying Yunqian still has some basic knowledge.

While apologizing, he also re-observed the other party. He was wearing a luxurious Confucian shirt with gold patterns on a black background. The extremely rare golden pupils were deep and restrained. The red hair was tied up by a jade crown, which was different from ordinary people. His appearance was impeccable. I don't know how many times stronger than a certain old man who made him extremely bored.

Information from all sides revealed the identity of the other party, and he should be an expert from Confucianism. In this way, his safety should be safe.

As for other...

Looking at the behavior of the other party, he is a gentleman, gentle and warm, and he is willing to gamble once.

It can be said that Ying Yunqian's little calculation was played very loudly. Although Lin Chongyang saw it, he didn't care about it with him. He was even a little curious about what the young man would do next.

After all, looking at his bones, he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he has such a mind, which is already superhuman.

After drying up the water droplets on the umbrella, Lin Chongyang folded it back up, and there was no harsh words in his words:

"Ha, the road is slippery in rainy days, and the light is dim, as long as everyone is safe."

Then, I saw Ying Yunqian holding the book tightly in his arms, hesitatingly said:

"Thank you for your forgiveness, senior. There is still one thing I would like to ask you."

Even if he almost fell down before, he still protected the book in his arms very well.

Even though Lin Chongyang didn't know the identity of the boy, he guessed something through the book:
"Speaking bluntly."

After getting the approval, Ying Yunqian gritted his teeth, as if to cheer himself up, and then he said:

"Dare to ask, senior, which direction is the nearest Confucian Academy to this place?"

He is betting, betting on an opportunity. Although Confucianism has the most perfect upward channel, it is only for ordinary people. He claims that he will not be weaker than anyone in his life, and he does not want to take another detour.

"Confucian Academy?" Lin Chongyang said clearly, "Are you going to study further?"

"Exactly." The young man nodded slightly, but his heart was sweating.

He doesn't know what the result will be, but he doesn't want to let go of this opportunity.

"Based on your roots, if you start from the academy, you will be buried."

After re-evaluating the person in front of him, Lin Chongyang first affirmed the boy's talent, then changed the subject and continued:

"It's a fate to meet you and me. If you don't mind, can you tell me why you want to go to Confucianism?"

Although the young man in front of him had some innocuous little calculations, when he mentioned Confucianism, his tone showed sincerity and sincerity.

"Returning to the predecessors, a man was born in troubled times, so he should carry a three-foot sword to achieve immortality."

The still immature young man spoke a little more boldly, followed by strong disdain:

"Those who sit upright in the temple can only eat fast and recite the Buddha, but have they ever considered the common people in this world; those who sit upright in the Taoist temple,
Chanting sutras all day to seek immortality, do you ever remember that you are also a common man; most of the knight-errants are short-sighted, for their own selfishness, use martial arts to violate the ban, and there are many people who do not care about the consequences. "

The young man made a strange mistake, said the words buried in his heart, and sprayed the three major groups of hardships as soon as he opened his mouth.

After he finished speaking, although he was a little apprehensive, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong. Facts speak louder than words.

Lin Chongyang put his hands behind his back, and said seriously: "If you let other people hear your words, will you know the consequences?"

At the same time, he sighed in his heart: This is a good seedling, but he is a little younger and can't hide things.

However, young people have their own advantages, at least young people are more malleable, and their blood is still hot.

The young man was taken aback for a moment, and then spoke generously, without any hesitation in his words:
"The fact is that, although Buddhism and Taoism also have predecessors who are considerate of the common people, and there are heroes in the world who work for the common people, but if compared with Confucianism, there are many shortcomings."

Ying Chaoyang's vision is short-sighted, and he has been emphasizing the so-called "extremely single-handedly and single-handedly" on weekdays, and that's all. However, Ying Yunqian can't stand the fact that he treats them differently and makes him abandon martial arts and follow literature more often.

After jumping out of the barrier, he only felt that the sky was high and the sea was wide, and he was refreshed.

"what."

After a chuckle, Lin Chongyang didn't say anything else, he took a step, passed the young man in Tsing Yi who was standing there, and walked out of the forest along the path.

At that moment, Ying Yunqian's heart fell to the bottom, he even regretted a little, maybe he shouldn't bet this time.

however--

"What are you still doing, keep up."

The voice came from behind, although it was extremely dull, it was clearing the clouds and seeing the sun, interrupting the young man's wild thoughts.

"Ah good!"

Hearing the words, the recovering young man hurriedly turned around and followed the walking figure.

The thunderstorm has just stopped, the weather clears up, the forest is foggy like clouds, and the clouds in the sky are like thin smoke, flowing with white awns as cold as snow, and the morning glow slowly fades away, like the sun on a silver plate, opening up white light in the clouds and smoke .

The flowing clouds are flowing coldly, covering the white light more or less deeply. In the autumn morning, the cold air will be a little heavier after all.

The two walked out of the woods one after the other, and the fragrance of the earth came to their faces, and the air was particularly fresh.

Lin Chongyang looked into the distance, and after confirming the direction, he withdrew his eyes and said to the young man following behind:

"Since we know each other now, is it convenient to tell me my name?"

The young man stopped in his tracks and hurriedly replied, "Senior, my name is Ying Yunqian."

Hearing this, Lin Chongyang sighed softly in his heart: "Interesting."

No wonder the idea is so unique, Ying Yunqian and Ying Wuqian are indeed good seedlings.

It's a pity that he has more resourcefulness than bravery, and his vision is also poor.

What is the use of talents on the battlefield?The more detailed the resourcefulness, the more it needs strong enough force to support it, but when force is sufficient, what is the use of resourcefulness?

Just like Confucian scholars today, their comprehensive strength is much higher than that of 2000 years ago, and they will naturally be able to do more practical things.

However, Ying Wuqian's problem is not the current Ying Yunqian's problem. The plasticity of young people is not ordinary.