Vol 2 Chapter 803: Who will paint the world and paint at will?

The old man said it was an understatement, but Yang Ming could only give a wry smile: "After all, let's make sense first..."
He had heard of some deeds of his teacher when he was young. The teacher at that time was notoriously decisive.
"You, there is a lot of sourness."
The old man glanced at his disciple, and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes:
"Ming'er, you have read a lot of Jingshiziji, but there are some things that the sages are not easy to get on the paper. After all, all kinds of inside information can only be understood after a meeting."
"What the teacher said is, the disciple took it down."
Yang Ming respectfully.
"I wrote it down, but I don't necessarily know how to listen or do it. Your stubborn temperament is three points similar to the old man."
The old man knew his disciple’s mind, and he just sighed: "You only know that the master travels around the world, and his footprints are all over the world. It is to teach all living beings, and the followers wherever he goes. King Yu treats him with courtesy, but he doesn’t know the various inner feelings. ."
"what?"
Yang Ming was shocked and couldn't help but look at his teacher. He was naturally very curious about the secrets of the Master.
"In the past, King Yu opened thousands of mountains and plains, with great power through the ages. A spiritual sun rod suppressed the world and set the waves in the world. He was the only overlord of the ages. With this kind of existence, it is simple to want him to be courteous?"
The old man glanced at his disciple: "If you want to reason with others, the first thing you have to do is that people must listen to you reason."
"Uh......"
Yang Ming was speechless, this is irrefutable.
"Over the years, you have learned how to be reasonable, and then, although the old man walks around, learn how to let people listen to you to be reasonable."
The old man said, lifting the hip flask and pouring two cups of warm wine, but the conversation changed: "Okay, I'm a little tired of being a teacher, so you can withdraw."
Yang Mingxin was a little itchy, but still straightened his clothes, and retired.
"Yellow orange wine is made by cultivating Linggan from the clean water from all over the world. It has a very high taste and excellent aroma. It is inferior to immortal wine and can be called a must in the world. Although hog is common, it is not counted as an ancestral livelihood. If it’s bad, you can also drink..."
The old man said, opening the front curtain, looking at the dim night in the wind and snow, and said leisurely: "The snow falls in the night, and the guests come from the east. You can entertain, you can entertain."
The old man's voice remained clanking, but his heart was greatly moved.
With a cry of practice, he has a clear mind, and can see what ordinary people can't see, and can hear what ordinary people can't. At this time, he only feels that there is a clear breath in the night.
The heaven and the earth are magnificent, like a mountain in front, without seeing the details, just looking at the outline, there is actually a sense of inviolability.
Who is the person here?
Ph~
In the snowy night, there was a momentary commotion in the caravan, but when the old man spoke, he had to be patient.
Yang Ming was behind, looking out at night.
I saw a person coming from a distance in the night, very far away at first, and then blinking, he has followed the wind and snow, and suddenly, the curtain of the carriage has fallen.
With the look in his eyes, he didn't even see the figure or face of the person coming. He didn't even know whether the person came was a man or a ghost, a demon or a demon.
I was surprised and worried: ‘This person is so fast, I am afraid that he has a background. If the teacher kills him, I am afraid it will be a disaster...’
But the teacher didn't speak, and he didn't dare to step forward with courage, so he had to press his heart to worry and serve from a distance.
"The wine is good, the food is good, and the people are good."
When the wind stopped and the curtain fell, An Qisheng was already sitting opposite the old man, gently smelling, knowing that the old man in front of him must be a glutton, and although the wine and dishes in front of him are simple, they are all fine products.
"Your Mightiness......"
When he looked into the distance, the old man was just spiritually acquainted and seemed to feel it. At this moment, An Qisheng sat in front of him, and he suddenly felt like sitting on pins and needles when he stared.
It's not how amazing the spirit in front of me is, but the feeling of inexplicable inexplicable in my heart.
Involuntarily, one seated and one stood up.
The carriage the old man was in was pulled by a strange animal. It was extremely long and huge. When the old man stood up, it appeared to be cramped.
With long sleeves, he stared at An Qisheng for a moment, but he bowed for a long time: "I don't know the expert in person, but Zeng San is rude."
The small sees the small, the big sees the big.
What the rabbit demon sees is completely different from what Zeng San sees, so the former can be casual, but the latter must be solemn.
"Anmou came uninvited, because I was impolite."
Seeing that the old man was so solemn, An Qisheng shook his head and got up and bowed back.
Zeng San dodged and shook his head: "I don't know the identity of the guest, how can I dare to accept courtesy?"
An Qisheng did not force him. He wore a white robes and a long beard and hair but was meticulous. He was obviously very upright, and he was afraid that it would not be enough to reject such a person this night.
The two sat down again, looking at each other, with different hearts, but they were speechless for a while, which made Yang Ming who was serving in the back of the car a little worried.
I can't wait to lift the curtain to take a look.
"Confucianism."
Looking at the old man, An Qisheng muttered to himself.
The old man in front of him was not the one with the highest cultivation level he had seen when he came to this world. It was not comparable to the great demon Yuanmou under the ground, nor was it comparable to the sun travel among the great sun.
But its soul is extremely pure.
He looked hundreds of miles away, and he could see that the sky was pure here, and all the grievances and gloom were swept away and remained for a long time.
The person is like a huge magnetic field, pure and extremely, repulsive, purifying all alien auras between heaven and earth.
The source of Qi can also be called Confucianism.
But it is among the countless psychic mechanisms of the Earth and Immortal Dao, second only to the most vigorous psychic mechanism besides ‘Tao, Buddha, God, Demon, Ghost, Evil’.
We must know that the earth immortal world has survived for more than 12,000 years, and its age is far surpassing that of the human world. In the long years, how many spiritual faculties are rooted in the original spiritual machine?
This Confucian heritage is far less than one ten thousandth of the six Taoisms. It is an incredible achievement to be able to reach this point.
But in his heart, he was far from Zeng San.
The only surviving great Confucian Confucian in Dongshengzhou, this Confucianist is the person with the highest level of Confucianism. He is impressive and can cut off the lifeline of the country.
It can even perceive certain changes between heaven and earth in the dark.
But when he looked in front of him, the unremarkable, but popular young man with a monster body, he only felt that there was nothing in front of him, and he could not see anything.
He is like a dragon, without seeing the head before and the end afterwards.
This kind of record clearly shows that the character practice of the person in front of him has far surpassed himself.
But this was not what he was most surprised by. What he was most surprised by was that he discovered that the method of his own mind and nature cultivation seemed incomparably compatible with the people in front of him.
But there is clearly no Confucianism in this person.
"The drinks are still warm, but the dishes are getting cold."
An Qisheng held up the wine glass.
The old man also came back to his senses, and his distracting thoughts had subsided, and he picked up the wine glass and drank with An Qisheng: "It's a bit sluggish."
The wine is excellent.
The dishes are also excellent.
They are all made by things, in which the inspiration is only the condiment, and the only thing is to enhance the taste of the wine and dishes to the extreme.
It was An Qisheng, who hadn't eaten the fireworks for a long time, nodded involuntarily, and said, "Good wine, good food."
At the entrance of wine and food, Zeng San closed his eyes, chewed carefully, and slowly aftertaste.
After another moment, he put down his wine glass and chopsticks: "There are so many beautiful things in the world, and this taste is the most unsatisfactory. It is indispensable for people to eat food. The old man can't bear this taste, but he dare not be greedy. He only drinks every day. One bite, three dishes, no more, no more, but you can’t accompany you to enjoy yourself, but you can eat more."
"The world is like a mouth, all in it. What does it mean to eat more and less?"
An Qisheng didn't care.
He has always been indifferent to appetite. The unpalatable medicated diet can be eaten many years ago, but it is good to eat naturally.
He hadn't eaten such a delicious food for a long time, and he couldn't help eating a few more mouthfuls.
The old man nodded and smiled without saying a word.
He never imposes his own rules on others unless necessary, but eating food and drinking is obviously unnecessary.
Founder is not constant, and sleek is not a rudder.
Not long after, An Qisheng put down his bowls and chopsticks. Seeing the old man looking at him, he let go and said: "I have not been here soon, but there are a lot of doubts in my heart. The old man is a great scholar of today, maybe he can help me out."
An Qisheng looked at the old man.
As far as he knows, Confucianism is most likely the only one who has never closed the mountain or closed the door, but this does not mean that Confucianism is not seriously damaged.
The reason is that Confucian monks live beyond the limit of mortals.
The mortals in the realm of the immortals have a life span of only three hundred.
No matter how amazing the talent is, it is absolutely impossible to threaten the order fixed by billions of years in this life span.
"I would like to hear the details~EbookFREE.me~ Looking at the dishes on the table, Zeng San moved his index finger, as if it was a pity that he hadn't finished eating, but with one move, the wine and dishes had come out of the window.
It fell on Yang Ming who was serving in the back of the car.
Seeing the cold leftovers in his hands, Yang Ming suddenly smiled bitterly. He is still not used to the habits of his own teacher.
But there is no way, the teacher has something to do, and the disciple can only take his work.
"Does the history and legend of Dongshengzhou have a chronological age?" An Qisheng straightforwardly asked the doubts in his heart.
"what?"
Zeng San raised his eyebrows, a little moved: "You know it too?"
His heart was shaken, and seeing An Qisheng nodded and swiped his sleeves, the invisible aura covered the carriage before he said in a serious tone: "There is indeed a dynasty..."
"When I was a child, I was good at reading, and I had some unforgettable skills. I read some books. There are hundreds of books. The old man loves history and travel. At that time, similar doubts emerged. For more than two hundred years, I have never forget......."
Zeng San said slowly, falling into his own memories.
He has traveled all over the world, and with his identity, there are few miscellaneous books in the world that he can't see, but it is only in recent years that he has discovered some clues.
"...I have visited historical sites, and I have visited Xianshan Buddhist Dao, and asked the evil demon. I saw a great demon who survived that time in a sealed place. After talking a little, he It is extremely cooperative, knowing nothing but talking, talking endlessly.
But I can’t see or hear the words and sounds it utters..."
Zeng San has a solemn expression and a touch of awe:
"There must be an unknown existence that completely took away the years from 30,000 to 60,000 years ago from books, from people's hearts, between heaven and earth..."
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