The Rat, from Wei Feng of the Book of Songs, is a folk song included in the fourth grade Chinese textbook of the People's Education Press.

It reflects the workers' hatred for the insatiable exploiters and their yearning for a better life. Many scholars in later generations believe that the rat in this song does not refer to the king, but to corrupt officials.

Dahao also has classics similar to the Book of Songs, called Haofeng, which has collected various folk songs that reflect the lives and thoughts of the people for hundreds of years. Therefore, the style of the straits of the world is not unfamiliar with scholars in this world and can be easily understood.

Fang Jue finally met a "half-high man" who was willing to communicate with him and practice Taoism and saw the Taoist sect. Naturally, he was unwilling to miss a chance and provided "material" as much as possible to help the other party find inspiration.

"Senior, I just heard you talk about fighting, and I felt something even though I was still feeling..."

Fang Jue put down his pen and was about to say a few words to explain that Mao himself could write this article,

But Xu Jin stared at the rat with wide eyes, without saying a word, but his face turned red.

The three long beards on the forehead were floating slightly without wind!

The wide sleeves also seemed to be filled with air, swelling little by little.

"Senior..." Fang Jue was shocked. What's the situation? Is this the rhythm of explosion on the spot?

"Old Xu, hurry up! Take the best rice paper, white wolf hair, and cloud-nin inkstone! Quick!" Xu Jin ignored Fang Jue at all and roared at the door in a hurry.

A gray shadow rushed into the flower hall,

Unexpectedly, the butler was actually carrying martial arts, and he looked quite strong, with a very fast body movement. He moved a few times. In the blink of an eye, he took out the four new treasures of the study, spread them on the shore, and even used half a tank of ink. Fang Jue was surprised and didn't know what kind of kung fu he practiced.

Xu Jin picked up the pen, dipped it in the ink, and shouted:

"Don't act like a fool! The way should not be passed on lightly, nor should it be expressed in words! If you look carefully, the excitement may only be once, or only for a moment, or nothing may be! How much you can get depends on yourself!"

Fang Jue knew that this was talking to him, without saying a word, retreating two feet away, and then stood in a position that would not affect Xu Jin's painting at all.

The spirit was gathering, and the eyes were hot, and two small flames rose, staring at Xu Jin's every move with all his concentration.

The soft pen tip fell on the white paper, and the condensed ink penetrated into the rice paper made of silk wood tanned, along the snow wolf hair.

At first, it was a point,

Then, it's a line,

Then, it becomes a contour,

The flames in Fang Jue's eyes swayed slightly, and everything was revealed, and even a trace of ink stain flowed and dyed in the "tree silk" on the paper that was no longer visible to the naked eye.

After a while, there was an additional tax collector and a bucket on the picture. Xu Jin dipped it again and the tip of the pen began to outline the farmers paying taxes in the last blank.

A piece of rice paper three feet wide, and a tax collector took more than one and a half feet, and that bucket occupied half a foot,

The space left for the next three poor people is only half a foot.

The most common people in this world, but the wealth, land and profits obtained by the people are only a small corner.

The space that the three people can have together is less than one-third of that of a small tax collector who is of no quality or level.

The pen tip fell down again.

A "flower" suddenly appeared in front of Fang Jue.

Xu Jin's figure became "empty" and vague, like a portrait formed under high myopia.

The surrounding tables, chairs, bookshelf, and pen holders and inkstones on the table are still the same.

No, it's not false!

But shaking.

Xu Jin was still standing there, but from head to toe, every inch of skin, every joint, and every part of his body, was entering a completely unexplainable high-frequency shaking.

If Fang Jue had not been able to catch the frequency of this shaking with the help of the flames, under normal circumstances, his eyes would not be able to catch the frequency of this shaking and he might not be able to see anything.

Fang Jue took a deep breath, widened his eyes, and his whole spirit was concentrated on Xu Jin, and the flames in his eyes suddenly became more intense.

This kind of shaking has nothing to do with hands, feet, waist, and it is not about shaking chest, buttocks, and you can't even find the point of exerting force.

If you have to say it, it is like Xu Jin from the inside out, every cell is trembling violently on its own.

Under such terrible high-frequency tremors, not to mention the physical body, even steel may be distorted and deformed.

But Xu Jin was fine,

On the contrary, Fang Jue vaguely felt that as the jitter frequency became higher and higher, Xu Jin seemed to gradually merge with the surrounding environment to achieve a mysterious coordination.

An indescribable "force" flowed into the paper with the vibration of the pen tip.

...

After about one stick of incense, Xu Jin let out a deep breath and threw the pen aside. He felt as if he was exhausted, and sat on the Taishi chair, sweating profusely.

"I've got it, I've got it!" My eyes closed slightly, muttering to myself, feeling endless satisfaction.

Fang Jue walked in and saw the scroll at once, and a strong feeling arose, mixed with disgust, hatred and contempt,

But immediately afterwards, another sadness and deep worry arise: How can this last long?

I felt mixed feelings in my heart, and almost wanted to whistle to the sky, and I wished I could kill the tax collector with one knife and kill all the corrupt officials in the world.

Obviously, a top-notch.

With the experience of the last time, he quickly withdrew his gaze and extinguished the flames in his eyes, so as to save others from being discarded.

"Do you understand what do you understand?" Xu Jin asked.

Fang Jue nodded, and after pondering for a moment, he was about to speak.

Unexpectedly, Xu Jin waved his hand and interrupted him: "Just understand, don't say it, don't say it! I don't have strong thoughts and don't have enough concentration. If you say it, I will definitely not be able to think and understand it, but that is the Tao you have realized, not my Tao. If I think about it, I may have gone astray. If I indulge myself, it will harm me."

Fang Jue kept silent, pondered for a moment, bowed deeply, and reached the ground.

"I'll take you to worship!"

Xu Jin held the chair and stood up with some difficulty, receiving Fang Jue's gift in full.

When Fang Jue finished his salute, he closed his right hand with his left hand and bowed deeply to Fang Jue: "Please accept my bow too!"

The butler who was standing by was shocked. What is the way to go?

In terms of age, identity, and knowledge, no matter what, Fang Xiucai cannot bear the ceremony of his master.

However, Fang Jue immediately understood what Xu Jin meant.

These two prayers have nothing to do with age, identity, and knowledge, and even with the previous theory of fighting.

About Tao,

Xu Jin saw that sect and was willing to share it with Fang Jue. This is a great kindness, and he deserves Fang Jue’s bow;

Fang Jue used a big rat to let Xu Jin get closer to that door. This is also a great kindness.

If you don’t worship, Xu Jin will not repay you, you will deceive God and earth, and you will deceive your heart.

If a person wants to deceive his own heart, how can he have the right to see the world? Go to the Taoist sect?

At this moment, the two are not seniors, nor are they officials and ordinary people.
Chapter completed!