The other party could see what he was thinking at once!

Although Yan Xing, who was told through his thoughts, was a little surprised, but this Yan Master had already surprised him a lot before. He nodded and said:

"However, Xing is in his heart!"

Seeing Yan Xing's open-minded look, the middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled again and said:

"You are wandering in the mountains and forests. Even if you are defeated, you will be determined and then act. Such a great man is controlled by the mountain people and is unable to succeed. In this way, you will not be angry. You will be able to be indulged in a good manner. You will be able to be indulged in a good manner. You will be able to be very angry. You will be able to be satisfied with indulgence. You will be able to avoid the principle of being cautious in your actions. I have lived in the mountains for a long time and know the nature of the mountain people. I will take advantage of the situation and guide you. The mountain people respect me and respect me as my teacher!"

Yan Xing remembered what the girl said. This middle-aged Confucian scholar always helped the mountain people when they were most confused and helpless. The mountain people did not believe him or were bothered and did their own thing. When the mountain people really had no way out and asked him to help, the problem of his gentle move was solved. After several lessons, the mountain people bowed their heads to his words, and regarded him as a teacher and a god.

Such means and mind are not something ordinary people have. Yan Xing immediately restrained his energy and focused on dealing with it carefully.

"The people in the settlement are willing to take me, a desperate person. Xing is very grateful and repays his kindness. It is a big deal to drive away the evildoers in the settlement. How could he be angry because the mountain people do not listen to my orders?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar shook his head when he heard Yan Xing's words, without comment, and changed the topic and continued:

"Where does the guest come from?"

"Liangzhou!"

"Why are you wandering in the mountains?"

"I encountered thieves on the road, but I was unable to support myself and fled here."

Although Yan Xing knew that these words would definitely not be hidden from the other party, he was not afraid that the other party would see through it. Instead, he became more calm and responded jokingly. The middle-aged Confucian scholar saw that he was deliberately hiding it, but he didn't say it out loud. He just pointed to the paper in front of him, pushed the paper over to Yan Xing and continued to ask:

"Do you know where this is?"

Yan Xing followed the fingers of the middle-aged Confucian scholar and looked down, and saw that the things painted on paper were unusual, which was very different from the methods of painting silk paintings that he usually saw. The brush and ink were horizontal, the shapes of the landscape were interspersed, and the outlines of the high walls were curled. This graffiti looked random and scattered, without the exquisite paintings of silk paintings, but there was a faint aura of golden swords and iron horses between the tips of the brush. He was shocked and suddenly thought about where the other party deliberately used brush and ink to paint. However, the words were at the mouth, but he didn't speak. After a while, he slowly said:

"I'm sorry, I really don't know what this is?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar seemed to guess that he would do this, and laughed, pointed to the high walls and strong city and said:

"This is Chencang City. The city is small and strong, and can curb the gold in the West. It has high mountains and long rivers. It is the most dangerous. If you cover the army and kill the generals, you will be here!"

The other party obviously saw where he had escaped. He immediately started to think of himself as he used his brush and ink to hit him. Yan Xing didn't care and said with a smile:

"So that's it. When I look at Mr.'s paintings, I have a slim vigor that can sweep the world, but I don't know if Mr. knows the general trend of the world?"

"The world is full of tides, so how can I, a person from the mountains and fields, besides, I have a killing spirit in my eyebrows and ambitions in my heart. Why not express what I think and speak boldly!"

Yan Xing was not humble, and nodded and said:

"I have this intention, like today's chaos, wars and swords are rising everywhere, the Han Dynasty has declined, and the court is in turmoil. People say that the new emperor will come out of the West, save all people from the upside down, and restore the world's clean and prosperous—"

"Or, otherwise!" Hearing this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar immediately shook his head and interrupted Yan Xing's words. He looked at Yan Xing's eyes with bright eyes and continued:

"As you said, as you have already had great chaos today, those who are at peace with the world will definitely not be the new emperor of the West!"

"Why is this?"

Yan Xing did not avoid the middle-aged Confucian scholar's eyes and directly looked at him and asked.

"I heard that the people are the foundation of the country, and the country is peaceful. Nowadays, the officials of prefectures and counties are greedy and cruel, the powerful and nobles are arrogant and extravagant, and the relatives and eunuchs are changing their power. They have great benefits and are difficult to benefit the people, and the pain of destroying the family and bereaved relatives are difficult to reach the heavens. Officials and people are silenced, like tigers and jackals, starving and killing are endless in the way, and white bones are covered with frost. Therefore, the people are resentful, and the thieves are not stopped, and one man is in trouble, and there are chaos in all directions. Feathers are flying in the air, and the edicts are as anxious as sparks. The troops who suppress the rebellion run on the road--"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar did not answer Yan Xing's question directly, but told the chaos in the world as Yan Xing said at the beginning. He spoke like a river, criticizing current problems, and his words hit the nail on the head. Although Yan Xing was interrupted, he could nod slightly when he heard the other party's remarks. If he had not been so clear about the general trend of the world, how could he say so clearly?

I just don’t know why I didn’t finish all the words?

Facing Yan Xing's inquiring eyes, the middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled and said:

"You think, do you think what I said just now?"

"Sir, the great talent, the overall situation is true to the world!"

Faced with Yan Xing's praise, the middle-aged Confucian scholar did not fluctuate at all. He swayed his clothes and continued:

"So the world is already in chaos, like Han Sui and the kingdom, they are definitely not the Lord of An Shi's life-saving life. They are just squandering troops and vain people's plans?"

The other party finally said the point, a cold light flashed in Yan Xing's eyes, and he continued to ask quietly:

"What does this mean by sir?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar suddenly stood up, walked straight to the door of the house, stood with his hands behind his back, and his aura suddenly burst out. He looked in the wind, his hair and beard were floating, like a man in a fairyland, and kept saying loudly:

"You know that the country is based on the people and the people are based on agriculture. Kingdoms, Han Sui and others relied on the good horses and soldiers of Liangzhou, invaded Sanfu and harmed the people. Wherever you went, the counties and counties were destroyed, the farmland was destroyed, and they were happy to drive people, cattle and horses, and take women. The people in Guizhou fled together, like avoiding enemies, how could these thieves who were robbed of the people, save the people and restore the world's cleanliness!"

Speaking of this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar laughed loudly, and the laughter contained the vicissitudes and helplessness of seeing through the world and human feelings. He laughed to the extreme, and seemed to have a crying voice, regardless of Yan Xing was still on his seat, singing as if no one else was around:

"The heaven and earth are not kind, and treat all things as straw dogs; the saints are not kind, and treat the people as straw dogs."

"Whether the heaven and earth are still scattered? It is empty but not purified, and it moves and becomes more and more out."

"It is better to stay in the middle than to talk too much."

The song goes with the wind, like lament and emotion, both like sob and confession, and the lingering sound echoes on the beam in the house, and continues to pour into Yan Xing's ears like thin silk.

Yan Xing was silent, listening quietly to the other party's singing and expressing his emotions. It can be seen that the other party has the talent to manage the world and help the people, but he is not familiar with the mountains and fields. Although he has seen through the changes in the world's general trend, he can only sing the wind and enjoy the moon, and only sighs at the ambitions.
Chapter completed!