ps: When you see this chapter, I am already on the way, and I will be back in the tenth day of the lunar calendar. See you then.

Yang Yi walked aimlessly in this world for many days, thinking hard about the root cause of the weak Song Dynasty and being bullied. Later, he suddenly realized: "The problem lies in the Confucianism of this world!"

He lived in the Taishi Mansion for more than ten years, and under the influence of the Han Dynasty, he had a good understanding of Confucianism. Now, when he thought about the root cause, he naturally remembered the things in education.

The Confucianism of the Han Dynasty, where he was born, emphasizes natural nature, repays virtue with virtue, and repays grievances with directness, strengthens the body and strengthens the body. Although there are also poetry and calligraphy etiquette, they never throw away their swords and puts them on swords. They only discuss poetry, which is similar to the primitive Confucianism of this world.

In contrast, in the Song Dynasty, pseudo-Confucianism was rampant, and she was priced at a high price for poetry, books, etiquette and morality. Benevolence and morality were kept in her mouth. In private, she was in constant struggle. When the country was in danger, poetry and articles were useless. At most, she was not good at using one's integrity. But what's the use of integrity? That's something that only losers have. The winner never said that the victor has integrity. If you say that someone has integrity and is a well-known person, then this person must be a loser. It is a bit wrong for a country to regard the words and deeds of a loser as a golden rule. It is a good thing for a person to have integrity, but integrity cannot solve the big problem.

At this time, Yang Yi was walking on a mountain road, and the yellow horse slowly walked slowly. He couldn't help but think: "Do you have to kill a few Hongxue and Poly Confucian scholars? The disaster is no less than that of foreign invasions. Foreign tribes are just killing people, but what they kill is the backbone and wild nature of the Chinese people, which is even more severe!"

Just as he was thinking, a burst of scolding came from the woods ahead, and Yang Yi turned a blind eye. He had seen and heard a lot of fighting things along the way. After concentrating his mind, he found that both sides of the fight had good skills, which were much better than the Seven Monsters in Jiangnan. He was too lazy to pay attention to these things. As long as it was not a tragic matter of robbing and killing his family, he was too lazy to care about it.

The yellow horse was still moving forward slowly, and the path ahead passed through the middle of the woods. When Yang Yi arrived in the woods, the fighting sounded even louder and the shouts of scolding were endless.

Yang Yi frowned and turned his head, and found that the sword lights flashed in the woods. The two groups of people were fighting fiercely. After a closer look, it turned out that there were a third party watching in the woods. It was a beggar who was lying on the tree and watching them fight with relish. From time to time, he picked up a big vermilion gourd and poured a sip of wine and drank it. It seemed very uncomfortable. But he drank so swagger like this. Although the people in the fight were not low, they did not find anyone on the tree.

On one side of the fight, there was a man who was good at using darts. He threw the darts suddenly, and one of the other side was injured, with several darts in a row. The other side had already injured five people in a row, and they were almost invincible.

Yang Yi saw that the slap's technique was quite mysterious, and the slap he emitted was shining with golden light, which was actually gilded, so he was quite generous in his actions, but it also showed that this person was confident in his hidden weapon skills and believed that he would not be able to pass the slap.

The middle-aged beggar on the tree was very excited. When the wine was poured, a strong wind blew, and it blew a little out of the wine, turning into a fog of wine to cover everyone under the tree. The old beggar secretly called bad luck. Just as they were about to go down the tree, everyone below smelled the fragrance of wine. At the same time, they looked up and looked up. The dart was angrily: "Which good friend is the tree?" As he spoke, he raised his hand and just rushed to the dart, and the dart came to the beggar. He gently pinched it with two fingers, put the dart in front of him and looked at it, laughing and said, "Is it really gold plated? So rich! So generous! I was worried that I had no money for wine, so here is it!"

The man who was urging the urging was shocked. He had always been a perfect match. Seeing that the beggar's urging was so relaxed, he was a little surprised and puzzled, and smiled and said, "Good friend, this urging is not easy to get!"

The old beggar said, "Anyway, it was what you sent to the old beggar. This is called "no need to take it for nothing"! If there is, please give it a few more, so I'll change more wine!"

The dartman was furious, "Okay! Then I'll give you a few more!" He waved his hands repeatedly, and golden darts shot at the old beggars on the tree like locusts.

The old beggar laughed and moved his body. He had already soared into the air, and his hands quickly grabbed a few times in the air. More than a dozen golden darts had already been in his hands and twisted in the air. His body, which had already descended, could turn in the air and pounce on another big tree. Then he jumped several times and rushed out of the woods. On the path in the forest, the two gangs saw him picking up the dart and descending the tree, turned in the air like a dragon, and were all shocked.

When the middle-aged beggar arrived on the road, she suddenly saw Yang Yi walking slowly on the horse. Her eyes lit up and she praised, "Good horse, good horse!" She looked up and saw Yang Yi's majestic figure, heroic, and extremely imposing, just a brocade hat and sable fur, dressed as a noble family. She couldn't help but shook her head secretly: "What a pity this good horse!" Suddenly, her nose twitched, "Huh? It smells so good! This is the taste of Huang's roast chicken!" After looking carefully at the side of Yang Yi's yellow horse, she found two oil paper bags in a small basket, and the fragrance came out of the basket.

Yang Yi walked on the road and never treated himself badly. He had food and clothing. This time he passed by a small town and found that there was a restaurant in the town with a good taste of roast chicken, which was the best in the world. So he bought a few more to enjoy on the road. Now he was a middle-aged beggar who knew where the roast chicken came from when he smelled it. He was extremely impressed by the man's nose. He saw his nose sniffing and jogging around and following him, with a salivating expression, and he was secretly amused. He took out a pack of roast chicken from the basket and threw it to the middle-aged beggar: "Take it!"

The beggar was overjoyed and hurriedly reached out to take the roast chicken and smiled, "Thank you for the reward!" He was a beggar, and it was common to be given something by someone. The young man in front of him was a rich family, just a roast chicken, which was nothing to them. It was not unusual to give him one at will.

But seeing Yang Yi is so generous, he just saw his slanderous appearance and gave him the roast chicken without hesitation. He was quite fond of his temperament. For a moment, Yang Yi was very pleased with him and thought: "Although there are people who do good deeds among the rich, there are more people who do evil. Such generous nobles are rare in the world. This person does not know that the world is dangerous, and walking alone in a single person in a brocade clothes and BMW will inevitably cause disasters."

He is the ancestor of beggars all over the world. He refused to receive gifts for nothing, especially food. He wanted to give the golden dart in his arms to this person for the reward of roast chicken, but he did not lack these things at all. He made up his mind, "Today, I will be fine, and I will be fine these days, so I must keep him safe all the way."

Yang Yi saw his jade stick on his waist and hips, and his big lacquered gourd on his back. He walked a long walk along the way, and laughed loudly: "Why should the leader of the Hong Gang send him all the way? If you want to eat, I have a little more here."

When Mr. Hong Qi heard him talking to him from afar, his voice was as clear as in his ears, and he was shocked: "Do you recognize me?"

Yang Yi said: "How many people in the world don't know the name of the nine-fingered beggar Hong Qigong?"

Hong Qigong and his wife had already arrived in front of Yang Yi: "Good boy, whose family are you? The old beggar thought he had amazing eyesight, but he didn't expect that he would misunderstand today!"
Chapter completed!