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 "Destiny is called nature, self-discipline is called Tao, and cultivating the Tao is called teaching. The Tao cannot be separated from it for a moment, but it can be separated from the non-Tao."
 "That's why a gentleman is careful about what he doesn't see and is afraid of what he doesn't hear. Don't see what is hidden, don't show what is subtle. Therefore, a gentleman is careful about what he is alone."
 On the bank of Zhongzhou, surrounded by mountains and rivers, you can faintly hear the sound of reading. Following the sound of reading, dozens of steps forward, you can see the bamboo forest hiding each other, the winding corridor, a bamboo building standing here, looking inside, dozens of Many young people were reading the classics of the sages here, shaking their heads and very focused.
 A green-shirted man in Confucian attire sat above him, listening to the tender voices of these children. After reciting it several times, he dissected the meaning of the sutra and told it to these ignorant children in detail.
 When the sun went up three poles, the music of the piano sounded in the backyard of the bamboo garden. The master in green shirt just stopped talking and ended today's talk with a smile, leaving behind some lessons.
 The children scattered with a crash.
 Some of them have started playing, or they are talking to each other about holiday arrangements.
 There were many young men wearing silk clothes and well-off families, but the gentleman with his hair tied in a wooden hairpin turned his eyes to the side of the bamboo forest, and sure enough he saw a green bamboo as thick as a wrist swaying slightly, smiled, and stood up and left.
 There was no one at the window, but there was a fat rabbit hanging on the green bamboo six feet from the ground. The gentleman stretched out his hand and twisted it. It is plump, cooked in oil and served with winter bamboo shoots. It tastes great.
 The sound of the piano gradually stopped, the footsteps gradually approached, and my wife's voice came from behind:
 "Is it that kid again?"
 "Your name is... Qi Wuhuo?"
 Mr. Qingshan hummed, raised his head, and could still vaguely see a young figure in the direction from the small bamboo house on the mountainside to the small town at the foot of the mountain. He was wearing ordinary shorts and light brown clothes. His back looked ordinary, but he was tall and tall. Straight.
 There was already a faint wind and snow rising, and the young man was walking further and further away in the snow on the mountain.
 The woman who was originally a young lady, but later became a little harsh and aggressive due to experience, pursed her lips slightly, and said with a rare sign of weakness: "Why bother with this? My husband, you have obviously let him listen, but he refuses to accept any more kindness. I live an ordinary life, but I still need these things.”
 His voice paused, and then he felt a little regretful: "Does he still remember my bad attitude towards him back then?"
 The man in green shirt laughed and said with relief: "He is not that kind of character."
 "I did ask him why he didn't want to come in. At first I thought it was just a child's pride. I am conceited and talented. I was once a county magistrate and handled hundreds of cases under my command. I should be able to convince a small child, but In the end, I couldn't do this, but was suppressed by him."
 The voice paused slightly.
 His wife glanced at him suspiciously: "What did the child say?"
 The man in green shirt stroked his beard and said:
 "He said that in all things, we should not worry about the shortage but the inequality, and we should pay attention to fairness."
 "I have accepted many children's family discipline before allowing them to enter the church. There are also some children whose families are not very wealthy, and the family gritted their teeth before letting them come to school. If I let them enter the church out of pity, There must be some complaints among those schoolchildren’s families.”
 "But it's also harmful to my reputation."
 "He said he learned literacy from me, but he wanted to benefit others at my expense, which is unacceptable."
 "And these things are regarded as the tuition fees he gave me."
 His wife couldn't help but be surprised: "I'm not worried about the scarcity but the inequality... How can such words be said by a child in a small town?"
 The man in green shirt said: "That's true, but he's also really stubborn."
 "I asked the people in the town and he is not from this place."
 "They came here due to the disaster in Jinzhou five years ago. The world is difficult and many people will do anything to survive. It is rare to see such an upright and upright person yet a good scholar."
 He hesitated for a moment, held his wife's hand with one hand, and said warmly: "Madam, I plan to let all the students compete after the new year. If he is really talented and learned, I will accept him as a disciple. I will recommend him for the imperial examination in the future." How do you feel about letting such talents wander in the mountains?"
 The woman rolled her eyes at her husband and said: "Recommending talents and learning should be the bounden duty of a scholar like you. If he is really talented and learned, you would be derelict in your duty not to recommend him. I am also willing to contact my relatives to find a good match for him."
 The green-shirted scribe was overjoyed and embraced his wife, let's not mention it for now.
 The young man came out of the school, silently recited what was said today, and silently reviewed the meaning of these words. Unknowingly, he walked into the mountains. The wind and snow were not heavy, and it seemed that there was snow on the mountains elsewhere. The wind came here and has slowly stopped.
 When he was young, his hometown suffered a catastrophic disaster. There was no harvest, and diseases and monsters were rampant. His parents gave him the only food they had left, so he barely survived. He was among the refugees who fled here. Fortunately, he was taken in by this place and found a place to stay.
 Without the care of his parents and elders, he would have become one of those scoundrels, but since he was young, he would dream of strange things every day. In the dream world, there are iron birds rising into the sky, people coming and going, and high-rise buildings. There are also many square characters in the city.
 Many things are forgotten in the dream, but many things are still remembered.
 Especially those block text.
 You can't help but learn.
 Scholars must be ambitious and have a long way to go.
 It was as if some voices were reciting these words. He always felt that these words were extremely important to him in the dream, so he had no doubts about the truth of these words.
 It was cold today, and there was a fear of heavy snow closing the mountain. He needed to collect more firewood to survive the cold winter. Qi Wuhuo carried a basket on his back and climbed the mountain step by step. Occasionally, he could pick up fallen pine cones. He was quite lucky. I had already picked up a full basket one hour and three quarters earlier than usual. I thought I could survive this heavy snowfall, and then I slowly turned around.
 But I don’t know when, at this moment, there was night fog in the mountains.
 Qi Wuhuo couldn't notice it in his mortal body, but his soul was different from ordinary people. He noticed something strange, frowned slightly, held a long and neat branch, and slowly walked down the mountain. If he were an ordinary mortal, he wouldn't know it. He went down the mountain unknowingly, but his spirit was several times stronger, and he fell into the side by accident.
 Looking back, there is no way forward.
 After walking no more than a hundred steps, I suddenly heard a desolate voice, singing loudly in time. The voice was old and clear, like the sound of gold and iron, but it had the quality of jade, which was not harsh.
 There are many strange things in Zhongzhou. In winter, there are insects that are as bright as candlelight.
 It spins up, spins out, and is already close.
 Qi Wuhuo's steps paused slightly, and he unconsciously entered the deep valley. He didn't know that there were insects and birds around him. In the night mist, the tiger lowered his eyes, and all the beasts and spirits were there. He could only hear the voice of the verses chanting more and more clearly, and the palms of his hands struck. Make the beat and sing loudly.
 "There is not a trace of dust in the world, but the whole hall is full of 'people' who learn from immortals."
 "My clothes always have the color of haze, and my staff and shoes are always in the clouds and water."
 "The iron flute blows across the sea and the moon, and the sleeves and robes embrace the spring in the cave sky."
 "Now that guests from all over the world have gathered together, anyone can be considered a guest from the cave."
 "Alas?"
 "The guests are here!"
 "Little guest, please come forward and have a chat."
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 Immortals, gods and monsters, princes and generals; the dragon girl holds the lamp, and the cup holds the sea. 
 The wild fox meditates on Zen, and the fierce tiger realizes the Tao; he swims in the North Sea in the morning, and walks on the Cangwu River in the evening. 
 Immortals and gods exist in the world, and demons establish a country. 
 These originally had nothing to do with Qi Wuzhuo. 
 Qi Wuhuo, who always saw square words in his dreams, only thought about participating in the spring exam next year. 
 Until when he was making yellow rice rice, an old man gave him a jade pillow and made him have a long dream. 
 Huangliang is a dream. 
 ………… 
 Huang Liang's dream awakened and broke through the ordinary mind, and from then on he opened the door to practice. 
 The golden crow flies and the jade rabbit walks away. 
 A grain of millet in the three realms, a few dust in the mountains and rivers. 
 Walking through the busy city with a sword. 
 No one knows that I am a true immortal.
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 The golden centipede in the cave has two wings, and the sun and moon shines in the pot.
 The dragon turtle carried Qianzhang Mountain on his back, and the three-inch toad dared to swallow the sky.
 This book is about the rise of a disciple of the Royal Beast Sect. Thousands of monsters, magical powers, many worlds, endless avenues…
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 “Even if this universe is truly nothing more than a brutal bloody shadowy forest, we Cultivators will burn all that we have just to give off a single weak flickering spark in the darkness!
 No matter how weak each spark is, how short-lived, how small… As long as the sparks flow unabated, then one day one of those sparks will light some tinder, and that tinder shall light some fallen branches, and those branches shall set ablaze each and every last tree of the forest!
 In the end, even the smallest sparks will eventually set the shadowy forest ablaze, and illuminate the whole world!”
 In a world teeming with cultivators, Li Yao, who makes his living collecting scrap metal, encounters the soul of a titan powerhouse from forty thousand years in the past.
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 Zuo Lingquan had everything a mortal could have when he was born. 
 He was a son of a noble family, handsome and wealthy... 
 But when he was just learning to walk, he found that this world did not belong to mortals. 
 Ghosts and monsters, riding the wind, immortality... 
 Not surprisingly, Zuo Lingquan embarked on the journey of pursuing immortality. 
 A master once said: 
 The nine regions are wild and the void is without a trace. 
 To practice is like walking in the night without a lamp, crossing a torrent without a bridge. 
 As a cultivator, we should plan before we act, and do everything "from the heart". 
 Zuo Lingquan kept the teachings in mind, and from then on, he did everything according to his heart and did whatever he wanted... 
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 Shu Xiaomeng was smashed to death by a fat orange cat, but after death he was bound to a “cute pet system” and was forced to become a variety of animals.
 The system asks her to help the villains of various worlds 
 Overcome the difficulties of life and embark on the road to the pinnacle.
 In order to survive, Shu Xiaomeng said: It’s done!
 Why do you rely on a certain male god for doing it?
 A certain male god: Little daughter-in-law, be good, come into my arms.
 Shu Xiaomeng: It’s a little bit~ I’m very happy to look at it~ 
 A certain male god: The little daughter-in-law wants to be pushed on the bed again? 
 Shu Xiaomeng:…
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 A roll of magic strategy, a generation of peerless demons. 
 "What is a devil? From now on, I, Ji Chuan... am a devil!" 
 First kill the Buddhist sect, and then destroy the Taoist sect. Only my demon sect will be honored by the martial arts! 
 Dao Heart Seed Demon, Purple Blood Dafa, Heavenly Demon Secret... 
 When volumes of strange and unparalleled demonic skills gradually appeared in front of Ji Chuan, he knew that in this life, he could only be a demon.
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 After crossing into the countless female devil who controls men, Su Hanjin’s desire to die is all there, but what makes her collapse even more, 
 This is not a simple world of cultivating the true spirit of Xian Xia, but an essay on cultivating the true spirit of a male lead! ! ! ! 
 And the name of the exercise she practiced is called the Heart Sutra of Desire for Women.
 One-sentence introduction: All men repair all over the world
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 Two days after landing, I saw a great sun blooming on the earth, and storms, cold waves, famines, hungry ghosts, evil ways, divine dynasties, and demons followed one after another. 
 Yu Ziqing first set a small goal, not to starve to death. 
 Then he will create a strong enough backer for himself, and practice with peace of mind until no one can kill him. 
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