The silk thread of time was not too long, but only two years. Even the farmer seemed to have only been harvested three or five times, without any illness or disaster, without any trouble, but it was presented to Jing Ke.

He seemed to have spent ten years alone.

The world is very big, the years are long, and time is fast. People’s aging is reflected outside, depending on whether they are peaceful.

The once energetic blue shirt no longer exists. It is covered with a layer of gray shirt on it. The once proud identity of a gentleman has now become a shackle that shackles oneself to move forward.

Jing Ke’s people are not old, but his heart is old.

Until now, he still looks young from the outside.

But he was down and looked listless, and only the hand holding the sword was still silently telling him that he was still a swordsman and still had the pride of being a swordsman.

Jing Ke saw the big pine tree, Mr. Zixia, whose eyes were blind, was there.

People came with fear and fear, many of them were scholars who were studying abroad. The trend of studying abroad in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period was extremely strong. Many scholars did not like later Confucian scholars. They only knew to stay in one place to make weight, and did not know how to manage and enter.

In the village, if the scholars of this era have not gone out to study, they will be embarrassed to tell others the truth, and they will only be scolded for being a decayed tree for studying hard.

Of course, this behavior is a spontaneous behavior caused by social atmosphere, and is still very different from going to the countryside.

When Jing Ke saw Mr. Zixia, he was indeed as old as the rumor. He was blind and looked a little thin, as if a slightly larger wind could bring him to the ground.

"Sit down."

There is no mat for scholars to spread here. Many devout Confucian scholars did not care about these things. If they did not, they could sit on the ground. They knew that Mr. Zixia attached the least importance to these false rituals.

When Jing Ke heard a man next to him speak to him and asked him to sit down. The man seemed to be maintaining order here, Jing Ke asked him who he was, and he claimed to be Mr. Zixia's closed disciple.

"Mr. Zixia's disciple..."

Jing Ke repeated it and suddenly laughed: "You have the talent of Li Jue, Wu Qi, Gong Yang, Gu Liang!"

He saluted the young man and called him Little Mr.

The young man didn't even dare to say that, but Jing Ke's title still made him very useful. Although he tried his best to hide it, the expression between his eyebrows became much lighter.

"In the lower Yangle, the sun is born in Tanggu, and the music is given to the music of rituals and music."

The young man claims to himself.

Li Kui (the ancestor of the Legalists), Wu Qi (Wu Zi), Gongyang Gao (the ancestor of the Gongyang School), Gu Liang Chi (the ancestor of the Gu Liang School), Wei Wenhou (see Xu Wugui), Qin Hua Li (the second part of the Mo family

The giant of the age), Duan Ganmu (Hedong sage)...even-

Tian Zifang.

All of these have been heard by Zixia's disciples, and they also claim to be Zixia's apprentice. Zixia is one of Tian Zifang's two teachers, and the other is Dongguo Shunzi.

Confucius once commented that if Yan Hui, Zhuan Sunshi, Duanmu Ci and others were united, they would be a saint, but Zixia was the only one who was his ability, which was equivalent to all of them.

Jing Ke looked at the old man, then the handsome young man who was leaving, invited others to assign positions to other visitors. He suddenly felt that Mr. Zixia's choice was a problem, this young man...

.Too floating.

It seems that I can't calm down. This is not a good candidate for academic research. There may be only one reason, that is, this person is really excellent...

Mr. Zixia is so outstanding that he can ignore his flaws, after all, a person's virtue can be changed.

The so-called "close to Zhu (Yang Zhu)" is red (no king is for me), and the "close to Mo (Mo Di) is black (no father and love).

Jing Ke lowered his head and recalled his two years of running around. He first went to Qi State because Qi State valued martial arts. However, Jing Ke was defeated while competing with a sword, and he was taken on the street.

People laughed at it, and Qi was his hometown. Even so, Jing Ke left.

He went to Weiguo again, but Wei Jun did not like his martial arts, and he had no intention of taking him in.

Jing Ke returned to Zhao State and had a conflict with a man named Lu Goujian outside Handan City. Lu Goujian fought to make a difference in his life, but Jing Ke did not respond to him, so he left.

He once slapped his sword and told himself that a sword is a powerful weapon for killing people, but if the sword is unsheathed, the enemy he killed must be worthy of his sword.

He once argued with Gai Nie in the river hill outside Yuci. At that time, there was no difference between the two. Jing Ke still remembered that the third swordsman appeared. He told himself that the sword was not just a weapon for killing people.

It is still a treasure used to warn yourself.

When the sword is about to fall, you must know where the blade should fall.

"I'm practicing sword energy. I can't abandon this sword energy because of Lu Goujian. He is just a ranger. If I kill him because of a temporary battle of will, my sword path will be cut off."

"It is not advisable to pursue fierceness in a blind way. This is not the sword path I want."

"Is the sword the best soldier or the evil soldier... Sword does not matter, talent is important."

Jing Ke remembered that the third swordsman pointed his sword at his forehead, and he couldn't help but die.

How did he do it?

Jing Ke shook his head, touched his waist, and there was a wine bag on it. He took it down and took a sip carefully.

Don't dare to be greedy for too much.

Jing Ke later went to Wei State and defected to Mengchangjun. However, before he could stay for long, Mengchangjun was ordered to be captured because of the failure of Huayang because of the failure of Mangmao. Xinlingjun and the King of Wei went to capture him. Jing Ke was very frightened.

, escape.

This wandering was a period of displaced for half a year. He came to Chu, and was extremely confused about his future.

Until he heard that Zixia was here too.

Can the most famous sage in the Confucian school guide his own way forward and relieve confusion?

Jing Ke shook the wine in his bag. When he wanted to take another sip, the wine was suddenly taken away.

That person is also a swordsman with a cold look.

No one knows where he came from.

The disciple who closed the door turned his head and was stunned for a moment, frowned.

But the problem had already happened in the next moment.

Jing Ke raised his head, the swordsman drank the wine in his bag, and then poured the rest on Jing Ke's face.

The wine was pungent, and the scholars around him stared at him, not knowing what was going on.

"Jing Ke, you dare not fight against the enemy after defeating three consecutive battles. You are showing up again with a soft eggless egg."

The swordsman looked at him coldly: "Wine is good, but people are not good."

Someone stood up around him, and Zixia's closed disciple came over and advised the swordsman with kind words.

"This is the place where sages teach, how can they be so rude?"

Yang Le, a closed disciple, lowered his posture. In fact, he did a good enough job, but the swordsman seemed a little too arrogant.

"When did I disrespect the sages? I am just humiliating an incompetent swordsman."
Chapter completed!