Chapter 27 Embark on a Journey

Turning his head and looking, he saw an old man with gray hair and white hair and a thin body. He was looking at himself in surprise.

"Sir, why is it you!"

Zhang Yan recognized it at a glance. It was Zeng Shuquan, who taught him to read and study.

Looking at Zhang Yan in front of him, his long and thin body grew tall again, and his thick black hair spread to his waist. His originally beautiful cheeks were resolute and cold, but the clothes were shabby and old...

Zengfuzi had a long beard under his jaw and laughed, "Why is it not me? I almost didn't recognize you when I saw you. Why are you so depressed and who is the child on your back? Let's go, let's go, let's have a good chat with me when we get home. I haven't seen you for two years. I miss you so much. With that, he pulled Zhang Yan's arm and walked home.

Zhang Yan's heart was warm, but the husband still didn't change, and he didn't care about his downfall at all. Zhang Yan followed Mr. Zeng and talked to each other all the way, but most of them were asked by Mr. Zeng, and Zhang Yan returned.

Walking into Zeng's house, Zeng's wife also asked Zhang Yan with a happy face and took the third child into the inner room to sleep. Hearing that Zhang Yan had not eaten yet, she hurriedly went to the kitchen.

Zeng Fuzi and Zhang Yan sat opposite each other, and their thin faces were full of meditation at this time. Suddenly, they said, "Since you have stepped into the world of cultivation, you should understand the sinisterness in it. You should be careful."

On the way here, Zhang Yan did not want to talk to Master Zeng about the truth. Unexpectedly, Master Zeng saw the fact that Zhang Yan's cultivation was there at a glance, and even broke the state of Zhang Yan's foundation. This made Zhang Yan confirm that guess, and Zeng Fuzi was also a man of cultivation. I just don't know what school it is.

Zhang Yan nodded and said, "Don't worry, Master, Yaner has his own measure."

Zeng Fuzi sighed leisurely and said, "You don't want to say more about the boundary of Buddha and demons, and I won't ask. However, since Wanzhong Mountain appeared again two years ago, everything around Cuishan Town has changed. You have been in Wanzhong Mountain for the past two years. Monks from all over the mainland came to hear the sound, and Cuishan Town has also become a resting place for monks. Your second uncle's house was occupied by a monk.

Zhang Yan tightened his heart and asked, "What about my second uncle? There won't be any accident, right?"

Mr. Zeng smiled and said, "You don't need to be nervous. Zhang Yongtai has a smooth temperament. After the house was occupied, the whole family moved away. As for where he went, I don't know. However, Liang Wuguo has always been peaceful, and there is no chance of accidents.

Zhang Yan's heart was relieved, and then there was a burst of confusion. The second uncle and the others walked quietly. Where should I go to find them? He restrained his mind and asked, "Sir, the person surnamed Zhu who lives in my house now is what you call a monk?"

"No, a year ago, monks from all over the country evacuated here after entering Wanzhong Mountain and got nothing. Your second uncle's house was sold to a salt merchant surnamed Zhu." Zeng Fuzi said with only thought.

Zhang Yan was silent. Originally, if the monk still occupied the second uncle's mansion, he said that he would come to pick up the monk. In this way, there is nothing we can do.

"Yaner, what are your plans for the future? Now you have completed the foundation period, which is not as good as those Jindan monks. Zengfuzi brushed his long beard and said leisurely.

Zhang Yan said, "Mr. Lao is worried. I won't seek revenge recklessly before the advanced golden elixir period. I'm still ignorant about the real world. I'm going to wander away first and sharpen myself so as to increase my knowledge."

Mr. Zeng took a look at Zhang Yan with appreciation and nodded slightly and said, "Yes, there is a brute force. That's a man's behavior. It can't survive in the world of cultivation. Alas, I didn't expect you to have embarked on this road. Make fun of people!"

Zhang Yan couldn't help asking, "Sir, I take the liberty to ask, what kind of monk are you?"

Mr. Zeng smiled and said, "I'm not a monk. I'm just reading more. I can only see through some magnificent righteousness. I can only nourish my body and get a glimpse of the opportunity of heaven and earth."

"I know that reading is reasonable and nourishing my body, but it is really rare to read to the extent of a gentleman." Zhang Yan was slightly moved.

"I'm nothing. There are many people who are better than me. Confucianism talks about self-cultivation and governing the world, but without a trace of skill, how can I become a ram who can only play with pen poles!" Zengfuzi didn't agree and was a little self-deprecating.

"So this way of reading is also a kind of practice?" Zhang Yan suddenly woke up. No wonder he always heard people say that in the government of Liang Wu, civil servants and doctors were ox-eared, and their feelings were the same as monks and could be cultivated.

"This is different from ordinary reading principles. In Confucianism, there is a special skill to cultivate righteousness in the body. For those who learn this kind, most of people can do it with a high degree of knowledge. Ordinary scholars can't be cultivated or repaired without any beautiful talent. Zeng Fuzi sighed.

Zhang Yan was silent, and the road of practice was extremely difficult, which was indeed true. Listening to Master Zeng's words is tantamount to reading a book for ten years. At this time, Zhang Yan gradually had a clear plan to grow his practice while looking for his second uncle.

"Mom, I'm hungry...Mom! Mother! You don't want me..." When the third child woke up, Zhang Yan quickly ran into the inner room to take the third child out and comforted her softly, but he couldn't stop the third child from waking up and thinking of his parents crying.

At this time, Zeng's wife Zeng Shi came in with a hot meal. Seeing this, she quickly put down the meal, hugged the three children, and coaxed her in a soft voice. Gradually stopped the crying of the third child.

Zhang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and he was really not good at coaxing the child. Zengfuzi laughed and said, "Let him follow me in the future. I will teach him to read and learn calligraphy, so that you can go out at ease."

Zhang Yan bowed gratefully to Master Zeng and said, "Sir, I, Zhang Yan, remember the kindness I received today, and I will definitely want to repay it."

Mr. Zeng feung angrily and said, "Bad boy, why are you polite to me? Let's have a good drink."

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After dinner, Sanwa finally quieted down and talked about him intermittently. Two years ago, the day Zhang Yan entered the city and met Li Shaojun. The third child was pulled by Zhang Yan's second uncle and wanted to take three monks to Zhang Yan's house. After that, Zhang Yongtai hurriedly left. Unexpectedly, when Sanwa just took three monks to Zhang Yan's house, a large group of monks clashed with the three monks. Hong Daquan happened to be next to him and fled to Wanzhong Mountain with Sanwa in his arms. However, due to the battle of the monks, Hong Daquan was also seriously injured and had to rely on Sanwa to pick up the mountain fruit for him every day. But in the end, the injury was too severe and he persisted for two years before he died. When Sanwa stumbled back to the village, it was exactly the same as Zhang Yan saw.

Zhang Yan didn't expect that Hong Daquan died because of saving three children, which added hatred to those monks who had no scruples to kill. The people around him left one by one, and no matter how nervous they are, they can't stand it. What's more, Zhang Yan is a thoughtful and emotional teenager?

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After living in Zengfuzi's home for two days, Zhang Yan left. He wanted to follow the official road and walk in the direction of the Middle Earth. In the past two days, he inquired about the wheres of his second uncle from the people he had met in the town. Naturally, I have a plan in my heart.

Before leaving, Zhang Yan and Zeng Fuzi talked a lot, and their understanding of the composition of the mainland gradually became clear. If you don't get out of this remote village, life will be too narrow. For Sanwa's reluctance, Zhang Yan just encouraged him and promised that he would come back to see him as long as he had time. He was told to study well with his husband and grow up well.

Zhang Yan left with a caravan doing leather goods business with the help of Zeng Fuzi. The caravan is very large, with more than 300 cavalry warriors and maintained around more than 50 wagons. In the rear of the team, there is a gorgeous and exquisite van. The van is surrounded by a group of powerful cavalry in bright armor, as if the owner of the van is in an extraordinary position. The car was driven by two young men in blue, who looked clean and elegant. And the leader was a thin old man, about 60 years old, holding a dry tobacco bag all day long, squinting his eyes and sleeping. Everyone in the team called him Liao's leader.

The destination of this team is Tuomu City in the south of Liangwu, adjacent to the Emerald Mountain, and beyond the Emerald Mountain is the middle soil. Tom City is tens of thousands of miles away from Cuishan Town, and this huge leather team comes here once a year to buy leather from northern Xinjiang specialties.

This time, Zhang Yan can leave with such a team and set the route without worry. As for flying on the way, Zhang Yan doesn't think it's a good idea. After all, he has been traveling to sharpen his mind and improve his cultivation.

The long snake-like team left Cuishan Town and walked south along the official road. Zhang Yan was placed at the end of the team, riding a thin gray horse with a group of cavalry warriors. At this time, looking back, the sunset is like blood, hanging on the top of the city of Cuishan Town.

On the wall, an old man and a young man were waving goodbye to themselves. It was Zeng Fuzi and Sanwa. With a smile, Zhang Yan also raised his right hand and waved to them.

Turn your head, wearing the sunset glow, accompanied by gusts of wild geese in the sky, and leave...