Cyber Daming

Tick.

A drop of grease fell into the red charcoal, and a blazing flame suddenly rose.

The oily stall owner looked suspiciously at the table propped up on the roadside through the billowing smoke.

The guests at this table are really strange.

The two people who sat down first looked normal at first. They were drinking and eating meat and there was nothing unusual about them. But for some reason, the two of them suddenly dropped their heads as they were eating, as if they had fallen asleep.

This made the stall owner a little confused for a while, unable to figure out what was going on. He lowered his head and carefully looked at the food on the grill, repeatedly making sure that he had washed his hands in a golden basin for many years and had not drugged himself.

Before he could recover, two more people suddenly appeared at the small table.

One of them also dozed off when he came up, while the other seemed to have expected this scene for a long time. He was not surprised and was eating very calmly.

After a while, the two people who fell asleep first woke up. Their eyes suddenly opened, their gazes were straight, and they were sweating more than themselves leaning against the stove.

What the hell kind of weirdos are they? Dreaming while eating?

When did this kind of gameplay become popular in Chongqing?

"Store, please bring another bottle of Jiannan. Don't get the wrong one."

A greeting interrupted the stall owner's chaotic thoughts.

"Ah, here we come."

The stall owner came to his senses and walked over quickly carrying a bottle of wine.

"Sir, are your friends okay?"

The stall owner said worriedly: "Would you like me to call a few people for you? Ours is a place covered by the Sichuan and Chongqing Gambling Club. If you have any trouble, they can solve it."

"No need, they are just not in good health. It's a joke."

What kind of bad health can cause this?

The stall owner was about to speak, but his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the long knife leaning against the table. The familiar lines on the scabbard made his heart tremble suddenly as he had been in the world before, and he quickly closed his mouth. While cursing himself for being nosy, he quickly moved away.

Li Jun unscrewed the bottle cap and filled the bottles of wine for Wang Xie and He Zangjia who had sobered up.

"How's it going? Didn't I scare you?"

"Brother, it's a good thing you're here, otherwise brother, I would really be left here today."

Compared with He Zangjia's howl of ghosts and wolves, Wang Xie was obviously more calm. After taking a deep breath, the lingering fear in his eyes completely dissipated.

"Thank you very much."

"Do you still need to be so polite to me? Wang Xie, when did you become so polite?"

"Then how about I do the same as him and touch you all over with snot and tears?"

"If you can do it, of course I won't mind."

The two looked at each other, smiled, raised their glasses and drank in one gulp.

"Okay, stop pretending."

Li Jun rolled his eyes at He Zangjia, who was still sighing. "I remember that you were very courageous before. You even dared to break into the Buddhist temple. How can a dream scare you like this?"

"Before, I was completely poor and had only one life left. Of course I am not afraid of death. Now my status is different. I have only had a few good days, and I don't want to be killed in my dream like this."

"It's my fault this time, I'm the one who caused you trouble."

Li Jun picked up the wine bowl in front of He Zangjia, handed it to his hand, and said with a smile: "If you still have resentment in your heart, just curse it out, there is no need to hold it in your heart."

"It would be a lie to say that I don't have any complaints against you, Brother Jun. Wang Xie and I just went out for a drink, but as we were eating, we were pulled into the dreamland. Threats and insults, almost losing one's life, whoever is involved in this matter will feel uncomfortable. "

He Zangjia did not hide it and expressed his dissatisfaction frankly.

"But if you want to say how resentful you are, you can't say that. I'm more just angry with myself. I don't even have the strength to fight back when this kind of thing happens. I pretend to be stupid and try to get through, but in the end I'm beaten. Even his internal organs were seen through, and he acted like a monkey and was embarrassed for nothing. "

With a self-deprecating smile on his face, He Zangjia took the wine bowl handed by Li Jun, raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

Li Jun put his hands on his knees and flicked his fingers: "Don't worry, this matter happened because of me. I will settle things with the East Palace."

"Then we have to figure things out clearly. Brother Jun, you have to help me and Wang Xie get back the lost face, otherwise I will never be done with you."

He Zangjia laughed when he heard this, looking quite free and easy.

However, Wang Xie looked sad and his eyes were slightly lowered, as if he was unwilling but helpless.

Li Jun noticed something strange about the other party and wanted to say something, but didn't know where to start.

"Hey, Wang Baihu, Mr. Wang, what are you thinking about? Are you still thinking that I just scolded you for your poor acting skills? It would be boring to be such a stingy person."

He Zangjia had a delicate and clear mind, leaned over and hugged Wang Xie's shoulders.

"I'm not angry with you. I'm just"

"Don't be just. I know what you want to say, but after living for so many years, you will die if you compare with others, and you will lose when you compare goods. Don't you understand?"

He Zangjia said: "Even if you are really arrogant and insist on competing, you should still compete with those outsiders. This makes people compete for a breath, and Buddha competes for a stick of incense. I will not pick you. Reasonable. But if you are confused and want to compare yourself with others, then I will have to give you a good lesson today."

"Go away, are you here to teach me a lesson?"

The gloom in Wang Xie's eyes dissipated, and he laughed and cursed: "I have already been reduced to the rank of a uniformed guard. How can I be arrogant? I am just thinking about how I can hold onto this incredibly thick thigh in the future."

"We just thought of doing this together."

He Zangjia winked: "Why don't we brothers just clean up tonight and send it to Brother Jun together?"

"No, do you really want to be so cruel to yourself?"

"If you want to achieve something great, how can you do it without paying a price?"

"That makes sense. Wealth can be gained through danger. Let us brothers take a risk today!"

The two men looked serious with a hint of heroism, as if they had made some huge sacrifice, and they both turned to look at Li Jun.

"As long as you two can withstand my fist, it'll be fine."

Li Jun squinted his eyes, raised his right hand, and made a cracking sound with his finger bones.

The three of them looked at each other, and after a moment they laughed loudly and raised their bowls to touch each other.

The stall owner who recognized Wang Xie's identity was so frightened by the movement that he trembled, fearing that these high-profile men would cause trouble again.

At this moment, Zou Sijiu, who was asleep beside him, suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head and spat out bloody phlegm, his face looking a little ugly.

The one who was laughing was the cheerful He Zangjia. Seeing this, he quickly suppressed the expression on his face and glanced at Wang Xie next to him.

Li Jun looked at Zou Sijiu and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong with it, I'm just a little unhappy. I carefully put my hands away, but that turtle son really thought he had the strength to compete with Mr. Zou and I, and was determined to get me to death!"

Zou Sijiu cursed angrily, rinsed his mouth with tea on the table, and then continued: "If it weren't for the fact that his dream master rules didn't have any special restraints on me, otherwise I might have to shed some blood today to be able to do it." Get things done.”

"Be patient for a while, and wait until the hiding place of the Eastern Palace is found. There will be plenty of opportunities for revenge."

Zou Sijiu nodded: "He probably didn't realize that I had tampered with him. The people in the Eastern Branch are quite knowledgeable in their research. But Lao Li, I always feel that this is the case."

"Do you think there's something fishy here?"

Li Jun smiled, as if he had expected what Zou Sijiu would say.

"That's right."

Zou Sijiu said bluntly: "Logically speaking, even the old Taoist priest Zhang Xiji knows that he has to send people to try to win you over, not to mention the insidious people like Donghuang Palace who even fart hollowly. Even if they really don't have this You shouldn’t take the initiative to provoke us at this time, right? It’s totally worth the loss for them.”

"So you think that 'Si Ming' Zhao Yin might be the bait deliberately released by the East Palace?"

"This is not very likely. After all, he is a dream master with the third order of yin and yang. No matter how rich the Donghuang Palace family is, they can't just throw it out for fishing, right? Moreover, Zhao Yin's dream master rules tend to control , is not good at saving lives. If you let him be used as bait, you may not catch the fish, but get caught in it instead.”

Zou Sijiu pondered for a moment: "So I don't think they are digging a hole, but more like they are acting for Zhang Xiji, provoking us to show their sincerity in cooperation with Longhu Mountain."

"No matter what they are planning, our top priority is to dig them out. We cannot let them hide in the dark."

Li Jun said indifferently: "We still need to help them bleed some, so that these people can be honest."

When He Zangjia and Wang Xie heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other.

Originally they thought that Zou Sijiu suffered a loss at the hands of Zhao Yin, but now it seems that is not the case.

"I understand, but they are too dirty, so you still have to be careful."

Zou Sijiu said: "I have asked the guard to notify Mo Qijing and Chen Qisheng, and asked them to go south to pick up Ghost King Da and them back to the east courtyard."

Li Jun nodded, turned to look at the other two people who were stunned, and said with a smile: "You also know the situation. It will be very dangerous to stay here. Can I change a place for you? Don't be reluctant, now this family fortune is lost Just throw it away. When the situation stabilizes, you can make it back ten times or a hundred times."

"No problem, I can go anywhere. Anyway, the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club is a loose structure. If it's gone, it'll be gone."

He Zangjia was the first to express his position, but Wang Xie hesitated for a long time, and finally shook his head and refused: "I can't, I can't leave the Chongqing Prefecture Jinyiwei brothers alone."

"Old Wang, you are really stubborn. They are not in danger if they stay here. What do you have to worry about?"

He Zangjia advised: "The target of the Eastern Palace is our group of people. If you continue to stay here, you may really harm them."

"I know everything you said. But now the guards in every state in the empire are secretly upgrading their armaments, and the imperial court also intends to reuse the imperial guards. This is not a small fight before, but a big war may really break out! "

Wang Xie looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "They are all people I personally brought into Jinyiwei. If I leave at this time, who will take care of them?"

"you"

He Zangjia felt angry for a while, but he also knew that this was the difference between soldiers and bandits.

Even if the people under him were to dig out their hearts and throw them all on the map, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to express a few taels of valuable loyalty.

On the contrary, they are likely to secretly applaud themselves for leaving, because then they have hope of ascending to the throne.

He is in no position to persuade others if he is the judge of superiority.

"I understand your concerns, but you don't have to worry at all."

Li Jun took an electronic document from Zou Sijiu, put it on the table, and pushed it in front of Wang Xie.

On the lit screen was an order with a bright yellow background.

"This is an order from the court, asking you to immediately take all the personnel of the Jinyiwei of Chongqing Prefecture to Chengdu Prefecture and accept the unified dispatch of Pei Xingjian, the prefect of Chengdu Prefecture."

Li Jun smiled and said, "But this is not something I asked for. It was something that old man Pei Xingjian took the initiative to ask me to do before I left Chengdu Prefecture. He said that among the Jinyiwei, only you, Wang Xie, can catch his eye, and he can't use others."

Wang Xie's lips moved slightly: "I"

Li Jun raised his hand to interrupt him: "He also asked me to ask you a question, the kingly way of serving the people and the tyrannical way of competing for supremacy, have you thought clearly about which way you want to go?"

Wang Xie was silent for a moment, and reached out to pick up the electronic document on the table.

"I understand. Thank you, Brother Jun."

"When Old Yan was still here, you scolded me a lot. Now it's so comfortable to hear you call me brother."

Li Jun stood up with a smile, "Let's set off as soon as possible. Zou Sijiu will stay here to escort you."

"Brother Jun, where are you going?"

He Zangjia asked doubtfully.

"I'm going to see a stubborn old man with a heart higher than the sky."

Fandi, Zhenbao Village.

The old man in black linen clothes appeared at the entrance of the village with a heavy frost.

The cattle and sheep were still sleeping, but the rising smoke had already lit up the sun.

The Fan people in the village didn't care about the weather that hadn't warmed up yet. They excitedly turned out all kinds of farm tools at home to prepare for sowing after the spring.

The smiling faces full of enthusiasm and hope can be seen everywhere, but strangely they ignored the old man entering the village.

Even if they passed by each other, they only felt a breeze blowing across their cheeks.

The old man walked slowly, stopping and starting along the way. Sometimes he stopped in front of a foreign house, looked at the cracks on the courtyard wall, and measured the width of the cracks with his fingers.

After confirming that the house was not in danger of collapse, his frown slowly relaxed.

Sometimes he walked into the gate of a house, watching the hostess bring out hot butter tea and tsampa from the kitchen, and the greedy Ga Wa followed closely behind his mother, drooling.

When he saw the food being placed on the table of the old man at home, he saw the elder break off a piece and hand it to Ga Wa, who took it with a sweet smile.

The old man then took a deep breath of the fragrance that filled the house, turned around and walked out the door.

Sometimes he stopped beside the working foreign man, admiring his skillful cleaning of various dusty tools, and quietly listening to the ballads he sang.

The lyrics were not beautiful and rhymed, but seemed to be done casually and inspired.

There are fewer words about Buddha, but more expectations for a good harvest. The magnetic singing voice with a smile depicts a beautiful picture. It is the green seedlings that break through the barrier of frozen soil, receive the rain and dew from heaven and earth, and bloom with gorgeous petals.

Walking and looking all the way, when the old man walked to the private school converted from a temple, it was already bright.

He did not push the door open, but stood under a window, listening to the clear voice coming from inside.

"Confucianism, martial arts, Taoism, Buddhism, Legalism, agriculture, Mohism, military, miscellaneous, nouns, yin and yang, and vertical and horizontal, these are the three religions and nine schools summarized by Emperor Yizong. I will not make any comments on the achievements of this emperor, because whether he is good or bad depends on the person."

"As for the sequence, it has penetrated into all aspects of our Ming Empire today. Even in the empire, someone once said that those who are not in the sequence are ants. Although this sentence is biased, it does represent the attitude of the vast majority of people towards the sequence today."

"Don't whisper to each other, listen carefully to me, sir."

There was a faint sound of breaking through the air between the voices, which should be the sound of the waving of the rattan.

"Do you know what the three religions and nine classes do?"

"Wu Xu, you should all know this. The elder brother Dunzhu, whom you admire the most, follows this sequence. Wu Xu's fists are strong enough, and breaking the sequence is not a big deal. It's enough to be bold and ruthless. But their brains are generally not good enough, and they are not suitable for our little Zhuomas."

The old man standing under the window frowned when he heard this casual tone and vulgar words, which sounded more like chatting than teaching.

"We will skip the Buddhist and Taoist schools because they are not good people. Of course, there are exceptions, that is Yuan Bodhisattva in our Fandi. So except for practicing in her temple, you are not allowed to worship other gods and Buddhas. If I find out, I will break both of your legs."

"The same goes for Zongheng and Yinyang. They are only good at daydreaming and have no future. You are not allowed to learn them."

"As for the Dharma sequence, it is a bit old-fashioned and not fun at all, but this sequence is upright, so we can list it as the second-class choice."

"Ink sequence, in short, is to tinker with some scrap copper and iron, and rack your brains to turn waste into treasure. This is very suitable for many smart and capable little Zhaxi in our private school. Forging iron, building roads and houses can save a lot of effort for your parents, so it is listed as the first class."

"Speaking of Mo Xu, we have to mention Nong Xu. This is actually a very good sequence, but it was led astray by some bad people with ulterior motives. In my opinion, the most important thing for Nong Xu is to study how to cultivate grains, feed the people of the world, and let everyone have food to eat and clothes to wear. Don't ignore it, this is a big deal. So it should also be listed as the first class."

Hearing this, the old man outside the door smiled faintly and nodded gently.

"Military order, born good at work, but it costs a lot, so we won't consider it. As for miscellaneous order and name order, their current situation is not very good, but there are no disadvantages, so we can also classify them as second-class."

"In fact, in the final analysis, each order has its own position and field of expertise. It is indeed a mess now, but that is because no one is willing to abide by the rules and take responsibility, and everyone is thinking about how to persecute and compete for profit. However, this situation is only temporary, and it will end sooner or later, not for too long."

"So now you all think carefully about what order you want to be in the future?"

"What, you forgot a Confucian order? Don't worry, wait a minute . "

The footsteps in the door gradually approached, and a face with complaints poked out of the window: "Old man, when did you get used to eavesdropping?"

Zhang Fengyue raised his hand to brush off the dust on his shoulders, as if he had temporarily unloaded a heavy burden. He did not show his emotions as rumored, but laughed and scolded Zhang Siyuan: "I'm afraid you will mislead the students and ruin the reputation of my Zhang family!"

"That can't be. But compared with you, the former president of Donglin Academy, you must be much inferior."

Zhang Siyuan smiled and tilted his head, inviting him: "Come on, old man, tell these kids what Confucianism is."

The old man did not refuse, and walked up the steps step by step and walked into this simple book house.

The little head looked up, the blush of the plateau painted on the little face, stood up properly, and saluted in a serious manner.

"Hello, Master."

In the clear and clear voice, the old man smoothed the wrinkles on his robe with his hands and bowed to return the greeting.

"Now, I will tell you what Confucianism is."

The old man used his hand as a pen, facing a pair of young eyes, and wrote a square big word in the air.

People.