"Then I'll just say it." Wang Dashan rubbed his hands and said, "I lived at the foot of the mountain after Xiaoshan got married. This has been around for eight years. We originally just wanted to be quiet and live the life of the couple, but now Xiaoshan is seven years old, and the children of other families are all studying and recognizing their words. Our Xiaoshan is still running around and picking up bird eggs, and we don't know any big words. We all hope that Xiaoshan will make a fortune in the future, at least we don't have to hunt every day like me."

Li Qianmo roughly understood what he meant and smiled lightly, "Does my brother want me to teach Xiaoshan to study?"

"Yes, yes, that's what I mean." Wang Dashan nodded happily.

Li Qianmo laughed, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Brother is speaking quickly on weekdays, but today he is so sluggish, and I want to guess."

Wang Dashan smiled awkwardly and scratched his head, "I never ask for help, I'm embarrassed to speak."

Li Qianmo thought for a while and said, "Brother, I actually think your life is good, but I want to end my grudges and take my wife to live in seclusion here."

His words came from the heart. In the past two months, he could not help but feel envious of the family of three. If it weren't for regaining their mother's remains and avenging his master's blood sea of ​​revenge, he would have probably abandoned his life as a monk and brought peacocks to seclusion here.

When Wang Dashan heard this, he thought he was going to reject him, so he said anxiously: "No, don't, Xiaoshan can't be as unreliable as me, a man should..."

Li Qianmo raised his hand to stop him and said slowly: "Brother, don't be anxious. I'll answer this. From tomorrow, I will teach Xiaoshan to recognize words. How about it?"

"Really, it's great, thank you brother." Wang Dashan said and bowed to thank him.

Li Qianmo reached out to stop him, took out a pot of good wine, and said, "Brother, why should I be so disgusted with me? Come on, how about we have a drink today?"

Wang Dashan said dumbfoundedly: "You just happened to drink when you were injured?"

Li Qianmo smiled, pulled out the plug and poured a sip of wine into his mouth, swallowed it, and said, "Wine is a man's anger. One bit of wine is a bit of strength. The more you get hurt, the more you have to drink."

Wang Dashan laughed and praised: "You scholars are so good at talking. Those who are black are said to be white. OK! I will drink with you!"

After saying that, the two walked into the yard with their arms around each other, and sat down next to a big stone mill to drink.

Although Wang Dashan has a good alcohol tolerance, he is not as good as the body of a cultivator Li Qianmo. After drinking a few pots of wine, he is as unconscious as a dead pig. At this time, it is dusk. Li Qianmo sits alone in the yard and drinks himself. He looks up at the night sky. The moon is bright and stars are sparse, and a few green clouds linger around the moon. When he looks at the bright moon carefully, it looks like his master's eyes are looking at himself, and he feels very kind.

The next morning, Li Qianmo was pulled up by Wang Xiaoshan early and asked him to teach calligraphy. Li Qianmo took him to the outside of the yard to find a blank space, using the ground as paper and branches as pens to teach him to write.

Li Qianmo looked at Wang Xiaoshan with a branch in his hand: "Xiaoshan, the first word I learned in life is very important. Guess what my first word will teach you?"

Wang Xiaoshan scratched his head and thought for a while, and asked, "Wang?"

Li Qianmo smiled faintly and shook her head.

Wang Xiaoshan said again: "Little Mountain?"

Li Qianmo still shook his head.

Wang Xiaoshan pouted unhappily: "I won't guess, I can't guess."

Li Qianmo wrote the word "man" on the ground with a branch and said, "The first word I taught you is 'man'."

"Man?" Wang Xiaoshan blinked and asked, "Why did uncle teach me this word?"

Li Qianmo's expression suddenly became solemn, and he said lightly: "Because not everyone in this world can call him human."

Wang Xiaoshan was puzzled and scratched his head and asked, "Uncle, what were you saying? Why are you not human?"

Li Qianmo said: "Xiaoshan, do you know that your father asked you to read as I read, hoping that one day you will become a dragon among humans, but I must tell you that if you want to be a dragon, you will become a human first."

"Aren't I a human now?" Wang Xiaoshan asked with wide eyes.

Li Qianmo smiled and said, "You are still young. If you wait for you to grow up, walk out of this deep mountain, and face the world of flowers, and you can still keep your original intention unchanged, then you will be considered an adult."

He paused and said, "Everything is learned is the master, and the practice is personal. Master teaches you how to walk. As for which path to take, all of this depends on yourself. I teach you how to be a human being. Whether you can become a dragon in the future depends on yourself."

Li Qianmo only taught him one word this day. The great principles were so scattered that Wang Xiaoshan was overwhelmed. Before the end, he also said: "Xiaoshan, you may not understand the principles I said today for the time being, but it doesn't matter. Just remember my words and it should be useful to you in the future."

Wang Xiaoshan knew that this uncle was very mysterious and powerful, and felt that what he said must be right, so he nodded seriously and agreed, remembering his words firmly.

Nearly ten months later, Li Qianmo's injuries were healed, and his spiritual energy was still abundant here. His cultivation level was improved by one level, reaching the fifth level of the five elements and fifth level, and he was firmly at the peak of the fifth level, and it seemed that he had not broken through.

During these days, he taught Xiaoshan to read and read calligraphy every day. Xiaoshan was smart and had a good memory. With his hard work, he can now read books alone.

On this day, Li Qianmo taught him the Analects of Confucius. After he finished speaking, he felt thoughtful and couldn't help but sigh. Wang Xiaoshan couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, why are you sighing?"

Li Qianmo smiled bitterly and said, "I sigh that the truth of this saint has been ruined."

"What does it mean?" Wang Xiaoshan knew that this uncle was having a puzzle with him again.

Li Qianmo said: "Kong Sheng's remarks are just some of his views on gentlemen and sages. He said that those things are just to make everyone in the world become gentlemen, to correct their integrity, and not to do anything tolerate them. Although his original intention is good, they are used."

"Who used him?"

Li Qianmo said: "Kong Sheng's reputation is well-known throughout the ages and present. Therefore, in order to consolidate his country, kings of all dynasties took his words out of context and weaved some false things that were said to be what Confucius said, imprisoning the thoughts of the world. From then on, people's thoughts became narrow, believing that the monarch is the destiny of heaven and that he is above. If the monarch wants his ministers to die, his ministers have to die. There are countless ridiculous things like this."

Wang Xiaoshan obviously couldn't understand what he was saying, and looked at him with big eyes.

Seeing this, Li Qianmo said, "Anyway, you can just take this "Analects of Confucius" casually. Don't take it seriously, don't be too rigid in your behavior. Have a ruler in your heart to measure yourself, don't pass that standard."

Wang Xiaoshan asked, "What scale?"

Li Qianmo thought for a while and said, "You can do something wrong, but you can't have evil thoughts. You must be worthy of your heart when doing anything, that's fine."

"Oh." Wang Xiaoshan nodded thoughtfully, not knowing if he understood.

After saying this, Li Qianmo suddenly stood up, brushed his clothes, and said, "I will go out for a while tomorrow. When I come back, I bring you some books, paper and pens. It's not a big deal to write on the ground every day."

"Okay, okay!" Wang Xiaoshan immediately clapped his hands and screamed.

"Xiaoshan, uncle, we're going home for dinner!" Mrs. Wang's scream came over.

"Let's go back to have dinner first and continue to study in the afternoon." Li Qianmo touched Xiaoshan's head affectionately and pulled him back together.

The next morning, Li Qianmo left the Wang family. The three of them took him to the intersection of the mountain road. After walking for dozens of miles, he found a place where no one flew up with his sword and headed north.

His cultivation level is about to break through, and he must find a quiet place to retreat and impact the state, so he must leave the Wang family for a period of time.

After Li Qianmo had just walked for more than an hour, two people walked into the Wang family's fence courtyard, one man and one woman, a man in black and high bun, and a woman in red clothes, which were Lu Chen and Liu Ning.

As soon as Lu Chen walked into the yard, he frowned and said, "It seems that there is no breath of him."

Liu Ning also frowned and said, "Did you escape early when you knew we were coming?"
Chapter completed!