Dongsheng Shenzhou, outside the ancient capital of Xianyang.

In the Wang family school, a young man with red lips and white teeth, full-blooded clothes, and was domineering to the young man who was about teenagers around him but wearing a gray cloth robe with a fat patch, said, "Wang Jieyi, if you call me "Brother, how about I give this chicken leg to you?"

Although the Wang family school is full of children of the Wang family, even among the same village and clan, there are differences between rich and poor.

The young man who spoke was named Wang Fugui. When he was born, the pear trees planted in the courtyard were lush with branches and leaves overnight, with silver flowers and gold stamens, and were extremely rich. Since then, the family's foundation has risen day by day, and the ancestral grave is blue and purple, like a turtle-backed monkey head. A good scholar has long asserted that a noble son came from heaven and is unspeakable.

The boy wearing a fat patch sitting next to him was the opposite. When he was born, the well water in his family was low and there was only a thread. Although he could not defeat his parents, he had been suffering from disasters since childhood. Fortunately, a monk named Foxchan in the mountain temple ten miles away attracted him and changed his name to "Jieyi" to seize a glimmer of hope, so that he could drag it to this day.

Wang Jieyi looked at the chicken legs planted with a boxed lunch next to him and swallowed. A hint of desire appeared on his yellow and thin face, but he still said firmly, "According to the genealogy, you and me are of the same generation, but by birth, I was born one hour earlier than you, you should call me "Brother."

"Tsk." Wang Fugui picked up the chicken leg and took a hard bite. He ate it all over his mouth, as if to vent his dissatisfaction in his heart. He deliberately did not talk to Wang Jieyi and let the other party chew the steamed buns.

But it was the boy's character. In just ten minutes, Wang Fugui put another chicken leg into Wang Jie's bowl and couldn't help but say, "Do you understand the lesson that Master gave today?"

"Hmm?" Wang Jieyi looked up at Wang Fugui.

"It's just two children who are debating the day." Wang Fugui's shrewd face showed a rare look of confusion, "Are you talking about the sun at noon close to us, or the sun in the morning close to us?"

Speaking of the coursework, Wang Jieyi thought carefully for a while and said, "The theme of this article is the fifty great way, the four nine heavens, and even the saints cannot be omniscient. Therefore, we must be humble and seek knowledge and escape from it."

"I don't think so." Wang Fugui shook his head and said, "What about the saints? It's not what we think of. The distance and distance of the day are all born from our hearts, so the day is not far and near, but the human heart changes. If the human heart is always united, then external things cannot be changed."

"You are wrong!" Wang Jie frowned and said, "The way of heaven has its own laws, and the way of nature follows nature. How can human hearts be determined?"

"If the heaven and earth have a mind, Hunyuan is integrated, and the natural world of thoughts is born from the mind."

"No, no!" Wang Jie shook his head repeatedly. Although he couldn't tell what Wang Fugui was wrong, he just felt that it was wrong.

Seeing that Wang Jieyi could not convince him, Wang Fugui, who was angry and embarrassed, picked up the chicken leg from the other party's bowl and threw it on the ground, "Even if it was thrown on the ground, I won't give it to you!"

Wang Jie was stunned for a second or two, and then he punched Wang Fugui's eye socket with his right fist.

With a 'Ouch' sound, Wang Fugui remembered that although Wang Jieyi had been suffering from disasters since childhood, he had a strange force, depressed and a little fear, and finally left only one sentence, "I want to tell Master, you will hit someone!"

He ran away with his lunch box.

Wang Jieyi hurriedly chased after him, but he couldn't let the other party talk nonsense in front of the Master.

The only thing left behind is a chicken leg that is a tiny bit above the ground and dare not touch the soil.

After evening class, Wang Fugui pushed open the vermilion door and shouted, "Xiao Zhu, Xiao Zhu!"

"Here, young master." A girl two or three years older than Wang Fugui, with dark skin and beautiful face quickly walked from the inner room. Seeing the young master with dark left eye sockets, he couldn't help but say, "You are fighting with Wang Jieyi again?"

The young master of his family is talented and has been born with a constant blessing. He has almost never suffered a loss when fighting with others. However, when Wang Jieyi is concerned, he seems to have met the nemesis of destiny. Even if he is combined with himself, he is always beaten up by the other party.

While taking out an egg cooked from the kitchen that was ready to add a meal to Wang Fugui, who was out of school, Xiao Zhu complained, "Can't you stay away from that poor slave?"

"What do you know?" Wang Fugui said while applying eggs to his eye sockets, "Although that boy is poor and unreasonable in this village, the rest are all elm-wood lumps, and he can talk to me."

"You are masochistic, it's a disease, and you have to treat it."

"Mystery?" Wang Fugui has become accustomed to hearing these strange words from Xiao Zhu. Although he had asked Xiao Zhu, the family gave birth to a child and didn't know where he knew these words, as if he was born.

Suddenly, Xiao Zhu thought of something, walked back to the room, raised a pot of lotus from the room, and placed it in front of Wang Fugui like a treasure.

The lotus is green all over, like a jade artifact, drifting in the wind, and it looks very beautiful.

"Where did it come from?" Wang Fugui felt infinite joy when he saw the lotus in front of him. Even the socket of his left eye did not hurt so much.

“Picked up.”

"Picked up?" Wang Fugui clapped his hands, "It's good to pick it up!"

Xiao Zhu smiled proudly. This lotus was not picked up by her from him. The young master and the poor slave were not in dealing with each other. Of course she knew that she wanted to go to the poor slave's house to make trouble today, but who knew that the family was penniless and poor, and only the lotus in the water tank was blooming very happily, so Xiao Zhu brought the lotus back.

Outside Wangjia Village, a Buddha met by chance.

The monk was wearing a ragged cassock, with long shawls, and his face was thin, with a black and blue flashing, but there was a feeling of cutting a knife and cutting axe between his eyebrows and eyes. What was even more strange was that he was carrying a heavy sword behind his back. The heavy sword had no edge and the hilt was half-decadent.

The Taoist priest was wearing a lotus blessing and fortune dress, holding a Tianshui jade Ruyi in his hand, with a red face, and said to the monk with a smile, "The Taoist genius has no way to protect himself. Why do you insist on accepting disciples and implicating others?"

Five years ago, the two met here. According to the calculation of Tianji, they had a relationship with the two of them to acquire disciples. However, one went west and the other went east. They found the true seed of blessing, but the other party only found one unlucky. Under the traction of the qi, their path was smooth, and they were only one step away. They were ranked in the immortal class, but the other party has been killing and chasing over the years, and internal and external worries are probably not a few days away.

It was really because of the number of days, the Taoist thought proudly.

"There is a beginning and an end." The monk's lips moved slightly, his voice was like a broken ancient bell. He ignored the Taoist who wanted to speak and went straight to the west end of the village.

The Taoist curled his lips, the bald donkey was stubborn, and headed towards the east end of the village.
Chapter completed!