Jump directly to the eighth chapter, not because I forgot earlier, but because this paragraph is the most powerful and has the deepest meaning, and can be extended to all levels of philosophy, martial arts, literature and complex society.

From the shallow to the deep, you can train him for a few classes.

Secondly, he wanted to see if it would quickly increase the students' debt to him.

Sure enough, just after they finished reading, without waiting for the explanation of the sutra, Bai Xuanji and the others had already started copying, and then fell into deep thought. Occasionally they looked up at Xin Zhuo, whose eyes were full of surprise.

In the corner outside the wall, Master Li and others looked at each other and were shocked for a moment.

"The best is like water..."

"This sutra is truly profound and mysterious. In just one volume, it can summarize all things and human ethics!"

"Where did he get his age?"

"Master, you really have a keen eye for the sky, and you have the ability to judge people. It is hard for us in this life to compare with you!"

"Master..."

Qin Yuliu looked into the distance with a solemn expression, "I'm afraid I'll be able to master the Great Dao Hua Jing in the near future!"

…

"Whoever is good and resentful is like water...Husband only doesn't fight, so there is nothing wrong with you..."

In a corner of the Qiugong Pavilion in the distance, two willow trees squeaked and uttered human words, bringing with them a sense of relief and loneliness.

…

At noon, the Qiugong Pavilion dining hall took care of lunch, and continued to chat in the afternoon. It was time for classes to end.

Seeing the students in the classroom full of students hoping to relax soon, Xin Zhuo rubbed his nose, picked up a brush and wrote a piece of black writing on the white paper behind him on the wall.

"Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion".

My hands are tired and sore. In my previous life, I was forced by the teacher to recite the full text, and I was punished frequently. It doesn’t matter whether the place names and allusions are appropriate or not. I don’t care whether the place names and allusions are familiar to people in this world. This “vengeance” must be avenged!

"There will be a spot check tomorrow. If you can't recite it, I'll slap the palm of your hand a hundred times!"

I threw away my writing brush and walked out of the classroom with my hands behind my back, looking like an annoying Chinese teacher.

"Ah this..."

The whole class was shocked to see the dark poems, and they were all dumbfounded.

"I can't recite it, it feels so difficult, this big pig's hooves will bully others!" Murong Yunxi pouted and approached Yuan Yourong, the boss was not happy.

Yuan Yourong frowned and said nothing, but Su Zefeng on the other side slapped the desk angrily: "I won't recite it, let me see what he can do to me?"

Feng Sanbao smiled coldly: "I can't do anything. I'll apply for my wife's palm injection tomorrow. Just wait."

Su Zefeng shrank her neck and sat down honestly.

Bai Xuanji and others in front looked at each other: Although the ground and allusions in this poem were unheard of, and there was still a hint of hidden talent, and the suspicion of flattery and self-recommendation, but this young master is so talented and knowledgeable, no wonder the academy invited him.

…

After leaving Qiugong Pavilion, the evening breeze was blowing and the trees were whistling.

Xin Zhuo was in a good mood, so he took out the Wangyue Well and took a look. Sure enough, the debt level of the eight newly replaced sacrifice spirits had increased by one or two points.

The future is promising!

How high will his strength be by then? It will even give him a wonderful sense of entrepreneurship and struggle.

At this time, he raised his head and saw a person standing in front of him. He was wearing a long aqua gown, with long flowing hair, and was very beautiful. It was the woman from Qiugong Pavilion whom he had met once before.

"Hello!" Xin Zhuo handed over his hand, still not knowing how to address him.

"Qin Yuliu, master of the academy!"

Qin Yuliu looked Xin Zhuo up and down. If before today, he just regarded him as a little bandit who could have fun in his spare time, then he had to pay more attention to it now.

"It turns out to be Mr. Qin... Qin Yuliu? Qin Yuliu?" Xin Zhuo seemed to remember.

There was a strange smile on Qin Yuliu's lips: "May I ask Master Xin, when did you ever sleep in the same bed with me?"

"The situation was urgent and we had to do this as a last resort. Please forgive me!"

This woman's state was unclear, she must be stronger than Bai Xuanji and the others. Xin Zhuo did not dare to be careless and apologized sincerely.

Qin Yuliu chuckled lightly and missed the topic: "Today Xin Fuzi's... Tao Te Ching is somewhat mysterious. It is fine to pass it on to the living, but it should be preached with caution to avoid being caught and questioned by people with ulterior motives.

Take your own life.”

Xin Zhuo nodded: "Of course!"

Qin Yuliu nodded and walked away, blinking out of sight.

Xin Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, feeling faintly numb in his heart. In fact, he guessed that Qiugong Pavilion admitted him, probably because a master with a high level of knowledge secretly saw what happened between him and the other arresters, and he had the same problem as Shuiyue An.

I want to see my own understanding.

But he will never have naive expectations. The other party really values ​​his abilities and talents, cultivates himself, and treats himself as one of his own. People in this world still despise bandits.

He couldn't even guarantee whether the people in Qiugong Pavilion would be swatted to death like flies after "squeezing out" their so-called use value.

The only thing he can do is to carefully disguise, manage, break through one realm after another, try every means to survive, and become stronger step by step.

As for the profession of bandit, it’s really hard to say when it started.

Back at the village, it was another day when smoke was rising.

Today's dinner is mutton soup and noodles, and Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang are cooking.

There was no noodles in the village, so Bai Jianxi and Han Jiulang went to Ping'an County to buy some, and also purchased many other supplies.

"The boss, you don't know."

The white-tipped orchid fingers were raised up, which did not affect the eating of noodles at all. "Ping'an County is located in a remote area, and the war in Fufeng City did not spread there. However, the people in the city are still not living well and are frightened. Do you know why?"

"Say!" Xin Zhuo took a sip of the mutton soup.

Baijian Xiniang said with a smile: "The fierce tiger village that the dog is talking about runs over every now and then to rob, and then runs away after the robbery. It does not kill people, but only robs things. It can be said that most of the money, food, and meat in the fierce tiger village come from there. The whole county

From the county government to the people, they hate them with all their heart."

Xin Zhuo was surprised: "Why did Menghu Village only rob one city?"

Han Jiulang wiped his nose and said: "It's very close, and Ping'an County is the smallest county in Fucheng, so there aren't many arrests."

Murong Xiu's eyes lit up and he shook his handsome hair: "How about we go and rob it too?"

The whole table fell silent for a while.

Cui Ying'er sneered and said, "There are just a few of us going to rob a county town. What do you think, Murong?"

"You must have ambitions in life!" Murong Xiu looked at the ceiling with emotion: "One day we will attack the capital, chop off the emperor's bird's head, and steal the emperor's bird's seat!"

Huang Dagui kicked him: "Don't imitate me, I'm serious!"

"me too!"

…

After dinner, the sky was filled with stars.

Xin Zhuo couldn't sleep, so he took Xiao Huang out of the village, called out to the Moon Watching Well, and wandered down the peak while replenishing the moonlight.

Unknowingly, we arrived near Shuiyue Temple. At this time, the lights in the temple were bright, and the sound of wooden fish and chanting could be heard faintly.

I don’t know what happened to Hui Ruqing.

Flirting with her again? I dare to do it.

Just as he was about to turn around and go back, a pleasant voice from Sister Yu came softly: "Little thief, why are you here again? Aren't you afraid of catching you again?"
Chapter completed!