After hearing the boy's words, Chen Kaizhi nodded, sighed, and said with a little emotion: "Relationship, it seems that you can't escape anywhere in this world, even here."

As he said that, the boy continued to lead him to the house. The house was as simple as its appearance, and it was barely just a simple desk and bed.

When the boy left, Deng Jian frowned deeply and said disgustingly: "Hey, I have made all the bad things for that Wang Qingshu today. When I first heard his name, I felt in trouble. But what should I do now? We will be driven down the mountain tomorrow. It seems that the road is blocked."

"This may not be true. There is nothing difficult in the world, I am afraid of those who are interested." Chen Kaizhi still seemed very calm. He slowly walked out of the house, and under the eaves, looking at the lush forest in the distance thoughtfully.

Everything here seems to be in harmony with nature, every grass and tree is full of primitiveness, and the air is filled with the smell of grass and trees.

He took a deep breath before he said to Deng Jian who walked out with him: "Senior brother, do you know how to get in the wolf into the sheep pen?"

Deng Jian was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "What does it mean? I don't understand."

Chen Kaizhi smiled slightly at Chen Kaizhi.

"If a wolf wants to enter the sheep pen, it must be wearing sheep's clothing. The first thing we have to learn is how to make a sheep. We came here and were turned away. The reason is that we are wolf and they are sheep. In their eyes, we are not the same. So the first thing we have to do is to learn to be sheep."

Deng Jian licked his mouth, looking greedy: "To be honest, Kaizhi, after you say this, I want to eat mutton, but unfortunately, I am afraid that there is only wild vegetables to eat in this place."

"..." Chen Kaizhi was speechless. Wasn't he still very frustrated just now? Why did he remember to eat it all at once?

Senior brother, this delicious temperament has not changed for a hundred years.

However, Chen Kaizhi had long been accustomed to Deng Jian's appearance, and he didn't complain anymore, just closed his eyes and thought.

By the evening, the middle-aged man came again and brought them food at the same time. It turned out to be some wild vegetables and millet porridge.

Chen Kaizhi smiled at him and said, "I dare to ask my brother, Taigao's name."

The middle-aged man regained the cold attitude he had when he first met Chen Kaizhi and the others, and looked very unhappy. He said coldly: "No need to ask each other, you will go down the mountain early tomorrow morning. Mr. Chen has already told me that you are here, even though you are guests, you are just people from Tianxin Pavilion, all of them have no desires or requests, so..."

Chen Kaizhi still smiled: "Then, I won't ask more."

Deng Jian seemed dissatisfied and was about to complain when the man left.

Chen Kaizhi hurriedly ate the porridge and smiled faintly at Deng Jian and said, "Senior brother, come and get the pen and ink."

"What are you doing when you take the pen and ink?"

Deng Jian was puzzled. It was time to go, and he was still in the mood to write an article. What are you trying to do?

Seeing Deng Jian in contemplation, Chen Kaizhi simply took the pen and ink by himself, then dipped ink, pondered for a moment, and then began to write.

Chen Kaizhi was writing something, and he looked very attentive. He waited for an article to be completed in one go. Seeing the night outside as dark as ink, he said to Deng Jian beside him, "I'll go back."

As he said that, before Deng Jian could react, he had already hidden himself in the darkness.

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At dawn the next day, heavy fog broke out on the mountain.

Chen Rufeng got up early and was preparing to read in the morning, but he did not see the Confucian scholars coming to the hall. He felt strange for a moment, but Wang Qingshu came and said, "Brother Chen hasn't read in the morning yet?"

Chen Rufeng frowned and said with a disappointed look: "It seems that the disciples are all lazy. Brother Wang is here to read in the morning?"

"No, no, no." Wang Qingshu shook his head and said, "I was thinking that it was getting late, but I don't know if Chen Kaizhi and the other two had already come down the mountain."

Wang Qingshu didn't care about anything, but was concerned about whether Chen Kaizhi left or not.

Only when Chen Kaizhi leaves will his heart be at ease.

When Chen Rufeng heard this, he nodded: "I ordered someone to ask."

But there was no one around, and I couldn't help feeling a little upset, so I looked up and said, "Brother Wang seems to have a lot of opinions on these two Chen Kaizhi?"

Wang Qingshu had already sat down and said with a smile: "The other person, I don't know much, but Chen Kaizhi is a person who is obsessed with interests. Brother Chen, you see the beautiful scenery in the mountains, it is really fascinating. There are only the sounds of wind and rain here. I feel relaxed and happy every time I come here, and I really want to forget the common things at the foot of the mountain. But Chen Kaizhi is different. What he thinks in his heart will always be his achievements. It is said that he is still doing business. Think about it, this way

When a person arrives on the mountain, he will definitely not be able to see the beauty of all things. He is just to achieve his goal. Such a person is unbearable. The so-called obstruction of his eyes is this principle. When a person is obsessed with interests, this benefit covers his eyes and has a desire in his heart. No matter how much beauty is, he will find it difficult to discover. I just think that living in the mountain is just a defilement of Tianxin Pavilion, and there is no other intention."

After hearing this, Chen Rufeng seemed to think that there was some reason, and he thought: "Maybe that's the case. Where have the Confucian scholars been? Why are there no one here today?"

But at this moment, a disciple came hurriedly and shouted: "Sir, sir..."

Chen Rufeng frowned and asked the person unhappily: "Why, I don't need to read in the morning? Where have people been?"

The man hurriedly said, "I have gone to the Songwenting and read the article."

"article?"

Chen Rufeng said with a cold face: "Don't you read it normally? It's so outrageous. You have to wait until morning reading to read it. What kind of article is it? Oh, and you go to the outer courtyard to see if Chen Kaizhi and the others have left."

The man took a copy of the article and said at the same time: "It's the article of Chen Kaizhi who went up the mountain."

Chen Rufeng's unhappiness became even stronger. Chen Kaizhi was obviously causing trouble.

Wang Qingshu, who was standing beside him, took the opportunity to laugh and said, "I think I'm mostly trying to stay and never give up until I achieve my goal. His articles are pretty good, but they are utilitarian. Brother Chen, if all the disciples read it, they will inevitably shake their minds."

Chen Rufeng had a calm face, and seemed to think that Wang Qingshu's words made sense: "Give the article."

The disciple hurriedly handed the printed article on Chen Rufeng's desk.

Chen Rufeng explained again: "Everyone will call people back and let them go down the mountain."

As he said that, he took the article. He was angry in his heart. Because of this, he was angry. He had been in the mountains for many years and had never liked all kinds of articles that were for the imperial examination at the foot of the mountain. Therefore, he felt that the articles in the inscription were unwilling to read and were only placed aside.

After a while, Confucian scholars entered the hall. Everyone was in groups of three or three, but they were all in a state of fascination and thoughtful manner.

Chen Rufeng coughed: "I've read."

One of the Confucian scholars said: "Sir, according to the rules of the past, if a good article appears in the reciting Wen Pavilion, you will read this article when you read it in the morning. Will you read the article in the reciting Wen Pavilion today?"

"What?" Chen Rufeng was a little annoyed.

Wang Qingshu, who was standing beside him, said, "This kind of article that is obsessed with interests is harmful to read."

"Where are the interests that are so envious?" A Confucian scholar said boldly: "After reading, I feel... I feel..."

Chen Rufeng was annoyed and couldn't help but calmly faced, but said, "Since that's the case, read it and listen."

These Confucian scholars could not hide their joy. Some people took out the rubbings or copied articles, and shook their heads one by one and said, "Young Master Yu likes to speak, and plays with it for a long time. They think things have a rise and fall, but this has no change; they have a taste, but this is tireless. They can nourish their spirits, promote their emotions..."

When Chen Rufeng heard this, the anger on his face gradually disappeared.

This article seems a bit...unexpected.

There is no fame or anything else in the article. It seems that the piano is talking about.

It is about the owner of the article. He has loved music since he was a child, so he wanted to write a poem with this.

Since it is a vocal article, I really want to listen to it, but Chen Rufeng doesn't say anything.

But the Confucian scholars seemed to be very excited and then began to recite the main topic: "Only where the chairs and slabs are born, they support the steep hills of the mountains. They cover the heavy soil to carry the birth, and the height of the sky and the sky is soaring. They contain the mellowness of the heaven and earth, absorb the light of the sun and the moon. They are full of lushness and luxuriance..."

In fact, it was just the first sentence that immediately attracted Chen Rufeng's attention.

Although it is a piano choir, it starts with no piano.

The beauty of the opening words of this fu gives people a feeling of relaxation and joy.

Especially in the first paragraph, it seems to be a scene in the mountains. The peaks in this mountain are high and numerous. From a distance, they look tall and majestic. When they look up, they are towering. When they look at the palace, the clouds are spreading everywhere. The divine abyss spit out its flowing water, with the surging waves roaring, and there is also silence. This place seems to be rich in precious jade, with the dew moist and the breeze blowing, quiet and leisurely, presenting the natural and beautiful quietness, which is enviable and joyful.

Chen Rufeng has been here in the mountain for many years, so he naturally has some understanding of the tranquility here and the beauty of the mountains. He suddenly feels refreshed and happy in this article.

Wang Qingshu on the side suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He obviously didn't expect Chen Kaizhi to be of this level. He just said that Chen Kaizhi was vulgar, but now...

No matter how embarrassing it was, Wang Qingshu could not escape, so he could only continue to listen patiently.

"So the people who escaped the world, and the beautiful and beautiful fields of the Qiji, climbed the flying beams, crossed the secluded valleys, supported the branches of the jade, climbed the steep valleys, and wandered down to the lower corners. They looked around forever, as far away as flying, looked at Kunlun, and looked down at the sea and Mei. They pointed to the faraway journey of Cangwu, and returned to the river to the Wii..."

Hearing this, Chen Rufeng was so excited that he slapped the table and said repeatedly: "Good articles, good articles. This article is refreshing and pleasant, and it is really a masterpiece."

This paragraph is about the hermit.
Chapter completed!