The Lord who use immortals as food

Pei Ye returned to Tianli Academy at dusk. Fang Jidao had already left. Pei Ye pushed it and found that the door of the academy was indeed closed.

The sparse stars hung in the gray and cold sky, small and far away. In the small courtyard, only the second floor of the library reflected the not-so-bright candlelight. Pei Ye walked in. The backyard had obviously been cleaned today. He took the book and climbed to the second floor. The wooden boards made old sounds under his footsteps.

This is the first time he has set foot on this staircase. His life in this small courtyard is always as regular as a scale. Every time he watches Zhu Wen say goodbye and leave after cleaning the small courtyard. At that time, the sun just sets in the west city. Wen Ze washed the teapot and went up to the second floor alone with the book. When Pei Ye walked to the courtyard door and looked back, the dim candlelight reflected on the second floor window of the library.

At this time, Pei Yeli stood in front of the door and knocked gently: "Mr. Zhu, the students are here."

"Please come in."

Pei Ye pushed open the wooden door, and the small room in front of him was even cramped than he imagined.

There is not much space on the four walls, but there is a circle of bookcases around it. There is also a narrow couch at the east end. In addition, there is now a desk in the middle with Zhu Wen sitting upright and holding a pen. There is really not much space left to move around. space.

Pei Ye stood quietly at the door. The philosopher raised his head and nodded to him, indicating that he would tilt his head and said, "Sit down and wait for a while."

There was indeed no table for the boy himself, so Pei Ye quietly sat down beside the wooden case.

The simplicity and loneliness of the environment made Pei Ye silent, but he also felt that he fit in very well with this philosopher. He often felt that this philosopher was like a lonely straight pine tree outside the courtyard, or a large grain of coarse salt.

He wears the simplest clothes and has the most upright posture. His life is just like the taste of simple bitter tea.

Zhu Wen still carefully annotated the notebook in his hand, and Pei Ye was familiar with the slightly old look. It was the book that the philosopher held in his hand from the first time they met.

Pei Ye stared at the table in a daze for a while, and his eyes unconsciously moved to the tip of Zhu Wen's moving pen. Zhezi's handwriting was just like the person himself, and the small regular letters were heavy and straight... Pei Ye stared at it for a while, and suddenly he was slightly startled.

For the first time, he noticed that the content of this book was neither a classic nor a history. It turned out to be a medical book.

Pei Ye was slightly startled. Zhu Wen finished annotating this section and closed the book: "The room is small. If you are not afraid of the cold, let's move the case to the stage outside."

It turned out that there was a wall separated by a wind terrace outside that was larger than the indoor space. Pei Ye was naturally not afraid of the cold, but he couldn't help but look at the gentleman's thick military uniform.

"I'll just wear a cloak."

Zhu Wen stood up and carefully extinguished the lamp, and motioned for him to lift the long case, and the two of them carried the wooden case out.

"..."

Pei Ye actually wanted to say that he alone was enough, but then he remembered that he had been studying with this philosopher for more than half a month, but he had not received any assignment. He just came here to study every day and then left. The yard always looked like it had been cleaned. The desk is always clean and tidy, and the books to be read every day are always placed in the classroom in advance.

Zhu Wen wrapped himself in an old but thick cotton cloak and came out. There was originally a desk on the stage, leaning against the library, facing the backyard and the starry sky. Now with this new desk, it looks like a school room.

Zhu Wen sat behind the wooden desk, and Pei Ye sat opposite him on the new desk. When Zhu Wen sat down, the atmosphere was the same as in the school, quiet, solemn, and meticulous.

Zhu Wen called Pei Ye to salute, and then returned him a half salute. The teacher and student each sat at their desks and opened their books, and time flowed by little by little in the candlelight.

Two hours passed like this, and the night gradually became quiet. Zhu Wen called him to his side to answer his questions as usual. Pei Ye came over and knelt down beside him, handing the book on the case.

At this time, he turned his eyes and noticed the rough clay pot placed on the corner of the case. It was not very well made and was a little crooked, but inside it was inserted a few handfuls of dried flowers picked from the mountains, clustered together. At the same time, it becomes a little fragile and dim after drying up.

Zhu Wen held it in both hands and moved it to the other corner of the desk to stabilize it. He looked at the young man and asked, "How much have you read today?"

"Reviewed five chapters and read two."

Zhu Wen nodded, took the book and explained the content to him carefully, and finally said: "I can't finish explaining this book to you, but I have tried my best to teach you how to interpret the Bible. You can follow this in your free time in the future. Study, don’t abandon the book when you leave school.”

"...Yes." Pei Ye responded, but this time he did not leave. His eyes fell on the medical book on the case, and he said in a daze, "Mr. Zhu, you study the laws of heaven, and you read it so carefully. Medical book?”

"Astronomy, geography, and all human affairs have their own reasons. Those who can be known should know everything." The night was very quiet, and the two of them were close. Zhu Wen's voice was not loud, "If you don't read a book, you are missing a book of principles; a thing is missing. If you are not poor, you are missing something. If something is not qualified, you are missing something. It is just that life has limits, but knowledge has no limits, just like a bird chasing the sky. "

Pei Ye was stunned for a while, nodded, and moved his eyes: "No wonder Mr. Zhu can also make dried flowers."

Zhu Wen paused and said, "My wife taught me."

"…Hmm."

"Is there any doubt left?"

Pei Ye was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said: "Mr. Zhu feels in his heart... can the theory of two heavens be confirmed?"

At this time, he remembered Wen Zaizi's words in prison, and also thought that the two-day theory was still unresolved, and the public opinion in Shenjing was fierce. This was a matter that would be useless even if he drew his sword, which made the young man a little worried.

"Why do you support the theory of two heavens?" Zhu Wen looked at him with a silent face.

The young man was startled: "...if the theory of two heavens is true, so many people who study can straighten their backs, pass the imperial examinations, and...can get the official career they want."

"Then after scholars seek official careers, will their situation become better?"

"……What?"

"You rarely read history books. In the past dynasties, scholars have caused misfortune and party strife, and the country has been in turmoil. The number of people who died as a result may not be less than those of aristocratic families."

Pei Ye was stunned.

"If you want to distinguish right from wrong, read more history, and you will make fewer mistakes." Zhu asked, "Of course, history can also be seen in rituals, and sometimes it can even be seen more truly and deeply. This is because historical facts can be erased, but rituals are difficult after all. Grooming.”

This is a careful teaching. This philosopher always speaks the most when solving doubts, and is often silent and reticent at other times.

"But even if you read the entire ancient times, no one can always know what is correct." Zhu Wen looked at the night sky, "Dynasty ancient and modern, the world is merciless, the only thing that never changes is the moon in the sky."

Pei Ye was a little touched, but also a little confused. All in all, there was silence on the wind platform.

"Okay, it's getting late, you can go ahead." Zhu Wen said solemnly.

The young man was quiet for a while, then lowered his head and took out a dirty wrinkled note from his sleeve, and whispered: "Mr. Zhu, I don't quite understand what you mean, but I think Brother Wen may have something to say to you. He will go to prison today." Zhong looked at him and asked me to pass this on to you, saying it was his lifelong ambition."

Zhu Wen was stunned.