Zhui Xu

After the cold dew in September, the speed of the weather has become more and more obvious. When the heavy rain falls, Jiangning City looks like a smog. The rain in late autumn is not as noisy as the summer, like the chill that will come with the winter, and everything will infiltrate into people's clothes.

When walking across the wooden bridge across the small street, Ning Yi patted the water stains on the robes. In such a rainy day, the robes are actually inconvenient to wear. Relatively speaking, the squatting from the rear is much better. When it comes out in the rain, she does not wear a skirt, and she has a blouse with a green lace on the lake. As usual, the head is a cute bag head. Under the light blue embroidered shoes, the line is light and incomparable. It is only about what to buy in the back. At this time, holding a paper umbrella, bypassing the water rafts on the roadside, flying like swallows. coming.

"Grandfather, grandfather, wait for me."

"what happened?"

"Buy something." He ran to Ning Yi's body, Xiao Xiao smiled and took out a booklet. "I just passed the shop over there and saw that this book is new. My grandfather may not have seen it, so I bought it. coming."

It is a new vernacular novel in the market, look at the name, called "Ghost Fox". In this case, the novel is quite common in this era. The words and sentences are also relatively easy to understand. Some are historical legends, some are folklore love stories, especially all kinds of strange and ghostly love stories, some popular After the outing, the storyteller will take it to the teahouse pub. Ning Yi saw these novels in this period of time, and Xiao Yan was also remembered in his heart. Sometimes when he saw a new one, he would buy it and take it home.

This type of novel is inferior to modern stories in terms of entertainment, but it is also a tall one, and it is a boring one. It is a classical text, and it can also add to the atmosphere of this era. Ning Yi took it with a smile at this time, and turned it over. Xiao Yan walked behind and talked.

"At noon, what the person said is really hateful. Xiaozhen really wants to go and marry him."

"Ok."

"If you don't know anything, you will guess, and dare to boast in the restaurant what kind of talent you are. Such a person can't be tested."

"Ok."

"Grandpa, Xiao Yan, this is fighting for you, that person is saying bad things about you."

"what is the relationship?"

"How can it be okay, this person... Hey, okay, I know that my grandfather doesn't care about these vulgar people, but Xiao Yan doesn't listen well. After all, it hurts her husband's reputation. The grandfather was on the spot. Write a poem to slap him, and Xiao Yan took the past and hit him directly!"

"Oh, he doesn't know me." Ning Yi turned the novel one page. "I am sitting next to him."

"That's how angry you are..."

The poetry meeting of the Mid-Autumn Festival has been around for nearly a month now, and the paradox caused by the water-sounding song has been changing ever since. In the first ten days, the evaluation of this poem almost reached the peak. The curiosity and discussion about Ning Yi was the most in that period of time. Then... this paradox quickly fell down and began to develop in a deeper, more specific direction.

After all, the publicity of this kind of publicity in the market has its time. For many people who are fighting for the people, they may pay attention to what happened in the poetry in the ten days or so after the Mid-Autumn Festival. Then, other things Gradually, this heat will be covered, and life itself is busy and hastily. When the frequency of these people’s mentions is reduced, there will be less discussion about this matter that can be heard on weekdays.

More admiration, doubts, began to focus on a group of scholars, the influence of the first word of the water-sounding song, or constantly passed around - through the oral letters of these scholars, but for Ning Yi’s doubts and speculations have remained within the scope of Jiangning. For example, a gentleman in Tokyo listened to the song of the water, his praise will not be much weakened, but for Ning Yi who is specifically, Ning Yi can write this word, he will naturally not go too far. Heart, after all - too far.

The Wu Dynasty is similar to the Song Dynasty. Confucianism reached its peak, and the literati were quite large in society. This is quite large, and it is also for the previous millennium. Even if this is the dynasty with the most literati in history, this ratio is really too small compared to the modernity where Ning Yi lived. Therefore, in less than a month, I feel it. The things have already calmed down - of course, as at noon today, there are naturally opportunities to inadvertently hear the suspicions of several literati who are not so good at eating out.

On that day, after Qin Laokang said his thoughts, Kang Lao may feel that the Mid-Autumn Festival’s help was a little redundant. Afterwards, he helped Ning Yi to do something. Later, it was said that some students who wanted to come to Ning Yi’s church were accepted. Mr. reprimand. During the recent months, there were many invitations to various parties. The invitations were all ignored by Ning Yi, and the people who really came to the door to ask for advice had only three calls, and one of them was empty. When the other two came over, see Ning Yi is talking about the Analects of the children. First of all, he will look for the topic: "Tell the semi-existence of the Analects of Confucius and rule the world. Today, I listen to Ning Xiong to explain this. I want to be very rumored. I don't know what XXXXX should be?"

This is an inertial thinking. Seeing what the other person is saying, he will find words from this. For the four books and the like, Ning Yi has been prepared several times, still prepared, in the era of modern knowledge explosion, even if it is Speaking of the previous paragraph casually, it is difficult to argue with the fact that even if the sword is slanted, the other party will not be able to argue. Since these people came over, they naturally prepared the rest of the questions, and there were also some unfamiliar ones. They only used Ning Yi’s gracefulness. Even if a woman like Nie Yunzhu had to be restrained to follow him, what could the scholars do? After the answer, the rest of the questions had no chance to come up. Ning Yi had to deal with it for a while. Others only thought that he was profound or inscrutable. Afterwards, he thought that most of the questions could not be asked.

In addition to such group provocations, there are also private individuals. There is a guy named Li Pin who runs every day. It seems to be very interested in the stories that Ning Yi casually said. So he ran around and listened to him a few days ago. Instead, I asked Ning Yi some questions, mainly on the views of those stories, and asked Ning Yi to ask questions. In fact, these questions are also the meaning of the sentence. He did not mean provocation, Ning Yi also told him for more than half an hour. Since then, there has been no convenience.

In Ning Yi, as long as no one can sit down and he doesn’t learn anything, the outside world’s doubts about the water-sounding singer can’t really become stigma. When he needs this fame, he can prove it. Very simple. Things that can be done at any time, but now there is no need, such things, he is not in the heart.

In the doubts of the outside world, there are rumors about the plagiarism of the Taoist poems by Ning Yi. There are not many people who believe in it. As for where it is transmitted, it is naturally impossible to find it, but here in Ning Yi, this is Things have long been expected, after listening to it, just a light smile.

The matter of chalk, since less than half a month after that time, there was a batch of Kangxian, and the quality was quite good, so the process of evolving from a whiteboard to a blackboard only took more than ten days. It has already been completed, and as a result, it is much more convenient when it comes to class. The specific results will not be seen for a while, and the process of his class is still: reading, interpretation, and storytelling. That's all, but the growth of the enthusiasm for the children is obvious.

It’s just the lively atmosphere in the classroom. I’m afraid that this is a rare situation in the era. The students like it. The teachers are mostly shaking their heads. Su Chonghua has also said one time with a side blow. This time Ning Yi discussed with him for a moment. Kind of teaching may be good, he will not say it. Once Ning Yi is now the top talented person, there is the aura of the water to sing the song, he is not good, second, the college has never been effective anyway, and the difference is the same, just go and see The results are also good.

Lecture in the morning, walk around in the afternoon, or go to Qin Lao to play chess - of course, it is not raining.

Xiao Yan still followed him most of the time, and also came to the college to attend classes - she likes Ning Yi to tell stories, all kinds of ancient and strange stories, if you go back, you can talk to two sisters. Show off some. Ning Yi thinks that she has followed closely and may have the inspiration of Su Tan, and she wrote the first song of the first water. This kind of thing is also conceivable. He can understand this, but he doesn't mind.

Of course, what makes him more puzzled is that his wife may indeed find a reason to explain why he wrote the first word. Because in the first few days, when everyone was eating, the other side’s eyes were still quite a lot. Later, they changed. She once again focused on her work. The daily carriage came and went, dining and talking back to the same attitude. There is no temptation in the discourse, which makes Ning Yi somewhat interested: what reason did she find and accept and understand... I can’t grasp it...

In addition to these lifes that are not the same as before~www.wuxiaspot.com~Ning Yi occasionally inquires about the martial arts or internal strength news, Sujia has a number of nursing homes, it is said that some people practice well, it also However, it is the level of hard qigong in the modern army, which can crack bricks. As for the more miraculous internal strength, according to his current hearing, this era should be there. Some well-known masters may be able to learn, but it is difficult to learn.

Ning Yi is only just beginning to collect information on this aspect - this is what he is most interested in. In this era, whether it is an official, a business or a rebellion, it is just a system that has been played in modern times, and the interaction between people. Only martial arts, this is new, if there is a chance, he really wants to get in touch with what he does - just hope that it is not fake like modern, he is not greedy, for example, he can squat for a while or so. Of course... he doesn’t mind if he’s two feet...

If you want to practice martial arts, you have to have a good body. Now you want to find a hero and what to teach yourself. It is not very reliable, and the down-to-earth place is the right way. So in the morning when it is not raining, the daily morning exercise is still going on, and the intensity is doubled according to the intention of maximizing the effect. Sit-ups, push-ups, and long-distance running. When the house where Nie Yunzhu lived in the past few days, the woman wearing a plain dress stood there and saw him. When he ran close, he gathered a gift: "Ning Gongzi."

Ning Yi was sweating and panting, struggling to make a smile and waved his hand. The word "嗨" could not be shouted, and then... ran like that...

Leave Nie Yunzhu standing in the same place and squat for a long while.

She is... it’s hard to decide to come out and say hello...

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