Leisurely cultivating life

Chapter 590 Zhou Fan One Year Later

"Afterwards, when Ping Wenxu returned home, he couldn't afford to be sick, and went crazy every day, like a fool."

"In my opinion, Ping Wenxu is taking the blame for himself, bringing on himself the disaster."

The scholar surnamed Wang's eyelids twitched, his complexion was cloudy, and he said after a while, "Ping Wenxu is quite courageous."

Since the three major imperial dynasties in Central Continent and the Great Han Dynasty, since the ancestor Zhongxing, Confucianism is no longer the same Confucianism as it was when a hundred schools of thought contended.

There are no distinctions among sages and sages, but now there are scholars all over the place, controlling the classics of Confucianism and the places in the examination hall.

The road to progress is blocked, even if there is a crack occasionally, but for all living beings, it is simply the tip of the iceberg.

In such a situation, even the Han emperors of all dynasties have no alternative.

A small student dares to scold him, saying that he must follow the way of sages and sages, and that there is no distinction between teaching and learning.

"Teach without discrimination?"

The scholar surnamed Wang shook his head, drank the wine in his glass, and said, "That's old Huangli, Ping Wenxu is just too stubborn."

His royal family has lived for hundreds of generations, and it is also a family that has no way to make progress, but the ancestors were lucky enough to be the lucky ones to enter the road to make progress that was cracked.

Now that he has become a person with vested interests, he naturally has to maintain the interest class to which he belongs.

At this moment, he can guess that Ping Wenxu must have been murdered by a certain aristocratic family in Xinjun City.

If it weren't for the fact that Ping Wenxu was a granary student, it would have been the end with no bones left at this moment.

"Not stubborn, but extremely stupid!!!"

Fan Meng was narrow-minded and deeply envious of Ping Wenxu's literary talents. He said it mercilessly at this moment: "He who knows the current affairs is a hero. The general trend is like this. Going against the general trend is the only result!"

"Stop talking, stop talking, let's drink."

The scholar surnamed Wang wisely ended the topic and refilled the wine.

He and Ping Wenxu only met each other a few times, not close at all.

If Ping Wenxu was still the same Ping Wenxu of Xie Yuan Seed, he would naturally put down his wine glass and visit at the foot of the mountain.

But at this moment, regarding what happened to Ping Wenxu now, he even had a hint of secret joy in his heart.

You know, Ping Wenxu passed the county examination, government examination, and hospital examination very easily, and ranked first in every field. Even Xuezheng also praised Xin Jun for being out of Jieyuan.

It is a good thing that there is no competitor in this way.

"The mountain is a good mountain, and the scenery is a good view. This is the man... really polluted this beautiful and beautiful mountain!"

On the top of the clouds, a woman in red is holding a jade pen, adding text and painting to a pair of scrolls floating in front of her.

In just a few strokes, a vivid picture of the hundred sceneries of Mount Laishan jumps out on the scroll surface, with greenery, streams, grass, small halls dotted here and there, small animals...

On the surface of the scroll, there is a stream of light moving, ordinary people look at it, and even feel that everything on the surface of the scroll has aura.

It can be said that this is a living Laishan, but only missing this person.

"How dare you make Madam unhappy, you should be punished!"

Beside the woman in red, a man is standing. He is dressed in white and has black hair. Both the clothes and hair are flowing, untied, and fluttering slightly. There is a scarlet sword mark between his eyebrows. His eyes are as indifferent as the moonlight, extraordinary and lonely. , but as gentle as jade clouds, light and clear.

There are hundreds of millions of ancient stars in the eyes, and the heavens and the universe are elegant and peerless.

At this moment, he who was quietly looking at the red-clothed woman Tian Wen's painting scene, after hearing her words, smiled slightly.

Move your heart as you please, and you will achieve something by yourself.

Below, several scholars who have already skipped the topic of Ping Wenxu are discussing this year's Xiangwei's topic.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and at that moment, the few people who were still talking loudly, no matter how much they opened their mouths, could not make the slightest sound, just like a dumb person.

Affected by this change, several people looked at each other with horror.How can there be any thoughts on the topic, and hurriedly took their servants back to the mansion.

"Brother Fan, you are not going to make them dumb for the rest of their lives, are you?"

Tu Mengmei put away the scrolls in front of her, looked at the people below who fled in a hurry with the servants, turned her head and said.

Zhou Fan shook his head and said, "No, it's just that they cannot speak for three days!"

Immediately he said again: "Madam, has the painting been finished?"

Tu Mengmei nodded, and said, "Yes! The hundred sceneries of Mount Laishan are all in my "Book of Mountains and Seas"!"

It has been almost a year since Zhou Fan and Tu Mengmei came to Central Continent. Originally, they wanted to cut off the Meng family. In the end, for some reason, they accompanied Tu Mengmei to realize the dreams that the six of them set when they first came down the mountain. .

After entering Kunlun, through various experiences, Lou Yehua's name of killing monsters and the real king made him put on the red list among the monster clan.As for the sword-crazed true king Lu Ming, he is hailed as the most promising existence with the sword to unite the Tao, even Zhen Depang also regards himself as a gourmet true king, claiming to eat delicious food from all over the world.

No matter how naive or ridiculous or impossible this dream is, it is still an obsession.

Once Tu Mengmei promised her dream of traveling all over the world, Zhou Fan only accompanied her through the Western Regions of Dongshengzhou.

After arriving in Zhongzhou, Zhou Fan couldn't find the hidden Meng family for a while, so he took his wife to travel step by step. Every time he went to a place, if there were any strange scenery and beautiful mountains, he would record it in "Mountain and Sea". Book".

Therefore, it has been almost a year since I came to Central Continent, and I am still going around in one state of the Han Dynasty.

"In the future, I don't know that I will be able to see this mountain again!" Zhou Fan looked at Laishan and suddenly said with emotion.

In a year, the aura of calamity was so strong that it frightened him.

If he didn't have the bottom line in his heart, how dare he take his wife to set foot in Central Continent.

"Brother Fan, if you like this mountain, we will come back when we have time in the future!"

"it is good!"

……

Pingjiazhuang is located at the foot of Laishan Mountain, and you can see Laishan Mountain when you go out.

The quaint attic, hidden by the lush trees, reveals a bright corner.Red walls and green tiles, carved beams and painted buildings, rockery and flowing water, and a pond full of green lotus.

The gazebo has high eaves, the rockery has various shapes, and the small bridge leaps over the water.The path is winding and winding, and famous flowers and plants are planted everywhere.The willows hang down lightly, dancing in the breeze, the green bamboos sway with the wind, the shadows of the trees are heavy, and the fragrance of flowers is faint.

Bamboo trees are overcast, the scenery is gloomy, vines and weeds, green moss and secluded rocks, among which there is a kind of decline and depression.

In a room, on a wooden couch.

A young man was unconscious, and the sunset light came in through the small window, reflecting the blackness between his brows.

It is already hurting to the bone, and the medicine stone cannot be cured.

The old man dressed as a doctor put his hands on the young man's mouth, closed his eyes for a while, opened them, looked at the young man again, shook his head and sighed, "Oh, it's only God's will!"

"Uncle Liu!"

Hearing this, the maid at the side burst into tears, and sobbed, "I beg you to save the young master, it is impossible for the young master to be so miserable!"

(End of this chapter)