There are many endless stories of merchants traveling around the world: middle-aged scholars. Some of them are carved with mung bean soup with sharp rulers, and their tireless hands are written quickly.

He was dancing with joy, and he never tired of it. He never escaped Zhang Fan's eyes at all.

Gradually, his expression became solemn. It seemed as if he had pulled it out of his thoughts for several days without any clues. A bright color flashed in his eyes, as if he had some enlightenment. It was not real and could not be captured.

In the past, my grandmother dreamed of dreaming, dressed up with an old beggar, cooked porridge to exchange dreams, and gained insights from the dreams of sentient beings.

Such actions are similar to what the middle-aged scholar today did. The difference is that Grandma Meng is a powerful immortal cultivator. However, this scholar is just a scholar.

Zhang Fan did not disturb him, and quietly shared the strange stories from the passing merchants.

When people come, they listen to the transcripts, and when people go, they recite and modify them. The scholar's life is busy and fulfilling, and they complement this business and this beacon.

Before I knew it, the sky gradually darkened, and the sunset in the sky was like a dressed up singing and dancing, and it took off its colorful makeup.

The middle-aged scholar still had no intention of leaving, but instead poured a pot of mung beans and boiled them again.

In the distance, the vague outline of the city gradually blurred and calmed down, as if a giant beast was sleeping soundly, but the smoke from the cooking stove was curling, like a giant beast breathing and sucking, marking its existence.”

"It's getting late, aren't you going back?"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan spoke without warning.

"Well?"

The middle-aged scholar was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't believe that this young man who had been sitting for a day suddenly started talking to him. He looked around and asked subconsciously: "Are you talking to me?"

He then reacted and bowed repeatedly. He apologized: "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm rude."

"It's getting late, and the ancient roads are dangerous. It's getting harder to travel at night. I'm afraid there will be no caravans coming, so why not go back and rest?"

Zhang Fan smiled indifferently and asked."

The middle-aged scholar sighed and said sympathetically: "There are also greedy people at night. There are many people who fight hard with their lives. Brother, please wait and see."

"Besides, what's going to do when you go back?" The scholar smiled bitterly and said, "There is still an old servant in the family who guards the door. There is no need to worry about it, and it doesn't matter if you don't go back, so there is no difference."

"This scholar is optimistic."

Zhang Fan nodded secretly when he heard this. It would be better to say that there is only one old servant in the family, and there is no wife and children. He is alone.

On this ancient tea and horse road, on the beacon, scholars may be able to immerse themselves in the wonderful things of others through countless stories of all beings. It is better than returning home, being alone and becoming more lonely.

As if these two sentences of exchange made the middle-aged scholar feel close to him, he put a bowl of mung bean soup over and handed it over, saying, "Brother, don't eat for a day. If you don't dislike it, put on a mat first."

Zhang Fan glanced at it, but saw that there were a lot of mung beans in this bowl of mung bean soup, which seemed a bit dry, as if they had been specially fished.

"Aren't you afraid that I won't tell you the story?"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, but didn't take it, just asked with a smile.

"Ha, I want you to tell me, and I will tell you.

The middle-aged scholar laughed and put mung bean soup in front of Zhang Fan, cleared his throat, but told the story of the name of the beacon stand.

Perhaps because the name of this place was also a scholar, the middle-aged scholar seemed particularly excited, and the place name was lost in detail. The businessman started with life, and finally got the hardships of the dark room, and the light of the light was bright,

"The beacon stand...the beacon stand

It was as if he was really immersed in the story and murmured several times. Zhang Fan felt as if he had grasped something, and he had a step further from the previous feeling, leaving only a thin layer of film blocking it. He could suddenly become clear at any time and see through the future.

"Ahem, it's really dark."

The middle-aged scholar coughed and endured the smoke. He took out a torch from under the pot and then turned out an oil lamp with a lampshade and came close to ignite it.

Looking at his movements, Zhang Fan thought that the scholar wanted to light the oil lamp to read the book, but he never thought that after the oil lamp was lit, the scholar stood on tiptoe and hung it on a dead branch on one side.

It was hazy, and the light of the oil lamp spread out, spreading on the ground, shaking into a dim yellow, like the bright moon shrouded in smoke and dust, reflecting down.

A lamp is like a bean. Under the frequent mountain wind, the light rises and falls, swaying left and right. Even the flames inside are either burning or slid, light or dark, as if thousands of changes are in it.

After doing this, the scholar realized that Zhang Fan had been watching his actions. Strangely, on his face, which was illuminated by the light, his eyes were vaguely straight, and he seemed to be ecstatic.

Shu has been in contact with merchants from all over the world for many years. He is also very knowledgeable and has a unique vision. As soon as he sees this, he feels shocked and says in his heart: "Isn't he an addiction?"

"Brother Tai?Brother Tai?"

Although the scholar felt a little nervous, he still walked two steps closer, stretched out his hand and swung his hand in front of Zhang Fan. The sound of calling was not loud, like a soul-calling sound. When the sound of life was loud, it was shocked.

"Scholar, why are you hanging this lamp?"

Just as the wind was blowing, the oil lamp was blowing, Zhang Fan's face was surrounded by shadows, and he couldn't stand it. The middle-aged scholar just vaguely felt it

"The bright light leads the way, and the name of this platform is not the name."

The scholar subconsciously said, seeing that Zhang Fan had no reaction, he didn't know what to do, as if he was invisible aura. He just felt uncomfortable if he didn't say anything in his heart.

Taking a deep breath, the middle-aged scholar continued: "The cold night is heavy, and there are even more passers-by. Cang Cang is cool and scattered. If you are anxious, you will be more likely to fall."

"If at that time, I could look up at this lamp and know that the lamp stand is not far away, I would have hope and guidance, and I would be self-sufficient. I would be brave enough to save many people."

"It's just a waste of money on gas. Compared with human life, it's hard to tell which one is more important than human life."

He let out a breath of words in his heart. The middle-aged scholar breathed a sigh of relief and felt strange. Suddenly, his eyes flashed, but when he saw Zhang Fan standing up suddenly, he seemed to have been stimulated, and suddenly understood.

"Ming Hao, hope!"

"Fire, light!"

“So that’s it, so that’s it,”

Zhang Fan murmured in his mouth, and thoughts in his heart. He felt suddenly enlightened. How to walk ahead, there will be no more fog.

I remember that when humans first came into contact with fire, they were afraid and horrified. Later, they gathered trees to make bonfires. The night became the long, the only warmth, the only safety, the light in the dark, and the hope for the future.

Looking back suddenly, I looked at the other side of the mountain, where the town is.

As the saying goes, when time comes, heaven and earth come to leverage their strength. Just as Zhang Fan looked back, as if he had made an appointment, sparks appeared in the town and gradually became a prairie fire.

First one or two lights, then ten or hundreds of lights, and finally swept out, spreading throughout the town.

"Ten Thousand Lights"

Word by word, the scene in front of you is just an ordinary scene, but at this moment, it is reflected in Zhang Fan's eyes, just like the will of heaven.

It seemed as if the lights of the lights of thousands of families were far away, as if they were filled with the warmth of flames. Zhang Fan only felt warm all over his body, and every part of his body was eager to try, as if something was summoning himself among the lights of thousands of families.

"Light and hope!"

"The lights of thousands of families hold all the hopes of thousands of families."

"There is also a red sun in the human heart. The lights are the heart fire and the fire of hope are the sun in the heart."

Countless thoughts flashed by, just like the lights that shone brightly throughout the city, the road ahead of the Nascent Soul was also transparent, Zhang Fan only felt that his heart was very relaxed and he felt the pleasure of a long whistle.

"Brother Taiwan? Brother Taiwan? Are you okay?"

The middle-aged scholar never felt Zhang Fan's feelings. In his opinion, it was just an ordinary night view. What is worth paying attention to? He can see it every day.

"Nothing happens!"

"I'm fine, I've never been so good."

Over the past year, I have traveled to many places and seen a lot, but I have only gained a lot of depression and confusion. Finally, today, I am transparent and clear on this beacon.

"A beacon stand, what a beacon stand!"

"It's Zhang's guiding light."

Zhang Fan laughed loudly, turned around, stared at the middle-aged scholar, thinking about something.

"Ahem, if nothing happens, I'll say goodbye."

The scholar thought about it and still felt that something was wrong with the person in front of him, so he wanted to pack up his things and leave. When he was packing up, he hesitated for a while, but he still did not take off the oil lamp from the tree and let it hang.

"Scholar, what do you hope most?"

Zhang Fan seemed to have no abnormality at all. He asked with a smile.

The middle-aged scholar was still cleaning up, he was stunned and thoughtfully said:

"I often think, is the immortal master looking at me, is it like me looking at an ant, and I think of the immortal master, is it like an ant? I can't figure it out."

"I hope to see the legendary immortal master. I will be enough to listen to the story of the immortals.

Zhang Fan smiled, but did not continue the topic, and instead said, "Scholar, please borrow some lights?"

The middle-aged scholar looked in surprise when he heard this. Zhang Fan, who had just seen nothing but his body and was not carrying a package, was holding a simple and elegant lamp in his hand.

"It's from tomorrow?"

Just as this thought came to life, the scholar had naturally pulled out a branch from the torch from the pot and handed it out.

Halfway through the handover, he realized that the lamp in Zhang Fan's hand had no wicks.

"How to light without a wick?"

This discovery also made his arm holding the fire in the middle of the road.

Strangely, Zhang Fan refused to answer and ignored the problem of the lamp. He just smiled and continued, "Please borrow some lights?"

"Um?.

Confused and confused, suddenly, the scholar was blessed to his heart and said, "Okay!"

From the way out, he saw a smile appearing on Zhang Fan's face, but he didn't see any movement. A little lamp flower flew out of the lamp on the tree, like a tired bird returning to the forest, and it sank into the lamp in his hand."
Chapter completed!