Chapter 2 Confucian Garden Owner, Strange Old Uncle

In three days, it was not long or short. During this period, driven by curiosity, all the children went out of the bamboo building and wandered around, but as soon as they were 100 feet away, they were stopped by the children of the Confucian garden. The children saw the spiritual crane flying by, and the elk patrolled and shouted for fun. Only Qianyu had been meditating and practicing in the room, no I once took half a step at the door.

Three days later in the morning, the purple-shirted girl and other disciples woke up the children early, had to freshen up, and then took them to the Zhengqi Hall.

The simple and elegant Zhengqi Hall is located in the center of the Confucian garden, which is the place where the owners, elders and disciples of the Confucian garden have discussed. Three bronzing characters are written on the mahogany plaque, and there is a pair of couplets on both sides: the world is vast, and righteousness lasts forever. These eleven big characters are engraved by Haoranzi, the founder of the Confucian Garden, with great wishes and big mouth magic power, and then after being warmed by the masters of the Confucian garden, they have now equipped with big mouth magic power and great magic power, which is also the treasure of the town garden of the Confucian garden.

Today, it is an important day for the Confucian garden. Meng Haoran, the owner of the Confucian garden, the elders and empty hermits, Qinglian, and the second generation of disciples of the Confucian garden led by Li Zhen gathered in the Zhengqi Hall to examine the 20 childish children in front of them.

Meng Haoran, the owner of the Confucian garden, is dressed as a Confucian. He is about 30 years old. His face is extremely handsome, his forehead is black and his beard is neat. He is full of grandi. He is not angry and arrogant.

An empty hermit and a Qinglian Jushi, a man and a woman, sitting around Meng Haoran, are all mixed with Confucianism.

Meng Haoran glanced at the children, gently brushed his black beard, and nodded slightly: "Meng Fan, thank you for your hard work. Let's step aside for the time being."

"Yes." The purple-shirted girl, Ni Mengfan, the elder sister of Confucianism, retreated and stood behind her teacher Qinglian Jushi.

Most of the children were shocked and at a loss in the face of Meng Haoran and others's eyes, but Qianyu's eyes were bright and full of desire, while Fang Daoming had an indifferent expression.

At the beginning of the simple entrance test, a crane feather was placed in front of each child, about the length of an arm. Li Zhen taught the children a palm method on the spot. The children needed to understand it on the spot, and used the condensation method taught a few days ago to do their best to stimulate the crane feathers, judging by the time and distance of the crane feathers dancing.

The little children looked at each other, looked at the adults around them, and looked at their friends around them, and began to hold their breath, and their little faces gradually turned red.

With less than a cup of tea kung fu, the highest and low judgment, the best performance of Zhan Qianyu, far surpassing other children.

Meng Haoran and three others looked at each other and were surprised. They were shocked that Zhan Qianyu had such a result. Even compared with Li Zhen's entrance test in those years, it was slightly better. They were so happy to pick such a talented baby. As long as they were careful in the future, they would definitely shine brilliantly.

Except for Li Zhen and Ni Mengfan, the second-generation disciples all whispered and commented in a low voice.

The empty hermit laughed and said, "Brother and sister, Zhener and Meng Fan, who had the best qualifications in those years, worshipped you respectively. Today, you can't rob me."

Meng Haoran and Qinglian Jushi looked at each other and smiled: "Well, this child will be taught by his younger brother."

With a wave of the air hermit's long sleeves, Zhan Qianyu was rolled up by a burst of greenness and came out more and more in front of the air hermit.

"Child, whose name is your name? Would you like to learn from me?"

Zhan Qianyu is smart and clever. Now he kowtowed and sings: "Know Zhan Qianyu, see the master."

This master called the empty hermit laughed and said, "Okay, it's very good, Li Ming, this little brother's living and diet are up to you. Qianyu, Li Ming is my eldest disciple. You can learn from him."

A handsome young man behind the empty hermit smiled and waved to him. Zhan Qianyu understood and stood beside Li Ming.

In addition to Zhan Qianyu, there is still a pair of brothers and sisters, Lan Zong and Lan Lan, who have made great achievements, so they joined Meng Haoran and Qinglian Jushi respectively. As for the remaining 17 children, Confucianism reluctantly selected 12 and divided them. In the end, it was really difficult to prepare for the remaining five to be sent back to the house, and Fang Daoming was one of them.

Dao Ming was anxious, and more and more people, he fell straight to the ground and mourned, "Three fairy masters, are you not going to accept me?"

Meng Haoran looked at his results, which was really miserable: "This little brother, ask the immortal, and also depends on the opportunity. In my opinion, your fate is not over, so forget it."

"Don't be a fairy master!" Fang Daoming mourned, "If the boy goes back like this, he will be a dead end."

Despite everyone's surprised eyes, Fang Daoming continued to plead: "The boy's parents lost early and have been parasitize in his brother's family since he was a child. However, his brother is blunt. His sister-in-law is tough and stingy. She often abuses me. She is naked and can't eat his stomach. Fortunately, Qianyu's parents are charitable. After three meals, the boy has survived until now. This time, he has been treated by his senior sister. My brother brought it back, which is actually a second reincarnation. Now Qianyu has left. If I go back alone, I will be abused by my brother and sister-in-law. My life will not be long. Please be grateful, leave the boy and live.

This plea was really bloody and sad. Everyone had a secret heart. Only Qianyu saw his nonsense and did not break it, but just buried his head and smiled secretly.

Meng Haoran sighed helplessly, "It's just that you really have no talent and have nothing to do with monies."

Fang Daoming said, "The boy has secretly read books for several years, and his hands and feet are diligent. Even if he is a handyman here, it's better than to go back and suffer. Please accept me."

Meng Haoran turned his eyes and saw that the two brothers and sisters had no objection, so he said, "Well, there is a lack of a scholar in the library of this garden. You can go here. Zhener, when this happens later, you can send him and register him.

"Thank you, gardener, thank you, fairy."

Fang Daoming was overjoyed and kept kowtowed. This annoy the remaining four children. He rushed up and just kowtowed and begged.

Meng Haoran was helpless, and the empty hermit said, "Brother, sister, in my opinion, these four children are also a little predestined with Confucianism. It's better to accept it. As for what will happen in the future, let's see their creation."

"Well, Zhener, you take them to register, divide them everywhere, and pass on some introductory tips. As for the final result, let's see their creation and disperse."

The children kowtowed and thanked. From then on, they settled down in the Confucian Garden. Fang Daoming was even more happy and wink at Qianyu.

Everyone came out of the Zhengqi Hall and had their own arrangements. Li Zhen, the first disciple, took Fang Daoming to report to the library.

Along the way, Fang Dao knows that the Confucian garden is wide, and sometimes there are spiritual birds and beasts, fairy grass, clear springs and strange rocks, and fog. It is worthy of being a sacred place for immortals.

Fang Daoming followed Li Zhen closely and chatty all the way and kept asking questions.

"Big brother, are you very good at your skills now?"

Li Zhen smiled cheerfully: "It's far away."

"There are certainly not many young masters like you."

"Haha, in the world of ten directions, those who ask for immortality are like crucian carp crossing the river, out of its kind, those who pull out their green, are countless, and there are many people who beat me!"

"Big brother, how long have you been practicing?"

"I have been practicing for 40 years, and I don't know where my hometown is."

Fang Dao read it openly and secretly, and couldn't help but feel sad, and said, "If I practice for 40 years, I don't know if I can reach the realm of the eldest brother."

Li Zhen thought for a moment, and a ruthless blow followed: "With your heart, you can't reach it all your life."

"Ah!" Fang Dao was stunned and speechless for a moment.

"In the previous three days, you jumped up and down, and Zhan Qianyu practiced hard. Asking for immortals is the most difficult thing in the world. Talent is important, but the heart is the first. You have to endure loneliness and resist ** to be possible to ascend to the immortal road. If you are like your heart, even if you practice for a lifetime, it will be empty. This is also the reason why the master refused to accept you as an apprentice.

Fang Daoming felt sad and no longer asked questions. After a while, the two went to the library. The library is located in the southwest of the Confucian Garden. It has a three-story wooden structure. There is a wooden monument in front of the gate, engraved with four words "Book righteousness". I don't know what kind of wood this wooden tablet is made of. Although it is old, it is not rotten or damaged.

Entering the library, a vast sea of fragrance of books came towards him. Fang Daoming almost suffocated and could only adapt for half a sound. Li Zhen didn't say much and led Fang Daoming directly to the inner room on the first floor, in which an old man with a white hair sat at the table and wrote something.

"Old uncle." Li Zhen greeted with a smile.

The old man didn't look up, as if the person in front of him was just an ordinary young man. He was not a proud disciple of the ten immortals at all. He just said casually, "What's the matter with you doing today?"

Li Zhen seemed to be more and more respectful and polite: "Today, the Confucian Garden has recruited a group of new disciples, and the master asked me to send one to you as an assistant."

"Meng Haoran finally remembered that I, an old man, am already 100 years old. He is willing to give me an assistant, but I don't know if this boy can suffer?"

Fang Daoming quickly saluted: "My uncle, I'm not afraid of hardship."

Li Zhen's previous words made him feel deeply, and there was a trace of understanding in his heart. Coupled with the envy of fighting against Qianyu, the idea of Taoism in his heart was finally stable.

The old man didn't raise his head: "Hey, the ugly words are in front of you. If you can't stand it, you bastard as soon as possible."

Fang Daoming said, "Please teach me more."

When Li Zhen saw the appointment, he said goodbye, and Fang Daoming immediately chased him out.

"Big brother, the garden owner said that I can learn the most basic introductory skills of Confucianism. Who should I learn from?"

Li Zhen took a deep look at him and nodded, "The immortal skills of my Confucian garden exist in the library. Disciples of different qualifications can enter different rooms to read, and the entry formula is open. Anyone can read it. You can learn from it. If there are any difficulties, you can ask me. As for others, It depends on your creation. Remember, the vast world and righteousness will last forever.

After saying that, Li Zhen stroked his sleeves and left, and Fang Daoming said goodbye respectfully.

"The world is vast, and the righteousness lasts forever." Fang Daoming read silently and turned back to the inner room of the building. The old man still sat and wrote without moving.

Of course, Fang Daoming is not a young man. A person who is so attracted to the head of the Confucian garden, a person who can directly call the name of the owner of the Confucian garden is naturally not an idle person, and now he is more and more respectful.

"Kang Daoming, if you have any instructions, just ask."

"That's good," the old man still didn't look up: "Go and clean up the books in the air room."

Fang Daoming did not dare to ask more questions and immediately left the inner room. Fortunately, there were not many books in the library. There were only two rooms on the first floor, and the words "Qi" and "Dan" were written on the door respectively.

Fang Daoming entered the air chamber and was stunned. The indoor space was very large. Nine rows of wooden frames were neatly placed, up to three feet high as the roof. Each row of wooden frames was neatly divided into several grids of the same size, some with huge bamboo slips, and some empty. There are some bamboo slips on the ground of the library, each of which is as tall, thick and heavy.

Fang Daoming looked at Zhu Jian and his thin arm, and couldn't help shouting injustice. Does this have to kill people?

Shouting grievances and shouting grievances, the work still has to be done. Fang Daoming did it now. Mu Ge was too high to reach, so he placed the calligraphy neatly and only put them on the ground. Even so, how much strength a six-year-old child can have? After sorting out more than ten volumes, he was already tired and panting, his whole body was exhausted, and his arms were sore.

Fang Daoming collapsed to the ground, leaning against a pile of bamboo slips, especially gasping for breath. He casually opened a book of slips around him, but saw the three big words at the beginning: "Fighting Tips".

"Is it the cultivation formula of Confucianism?" Fang Dao continued to read and found that the opening paragraph was the same as what the children of the Confucian garden taught at the foot of the mountain a few days ago, followed by a complete chapter.

Fang Daoming was immediately overjoyed. Now he sat cross-legged, meditated on the formula and practiced. This "Induction Secret" is the most basic introductory formula of Confucianism. It teaches disciples how to feel the aura of heaven and earth, introduce it into the body, and quench the body for their own use.

Fang Daoming learned the previous lesson, and his mind gradually stabilized, so he calmed down, gradually settled down, and devoted himself to cultivation.