After the horn grows, there is no pain or itch, and there is no other change. He quickly puts this matter behind his mind.

At that time, Jiaguheng had many more interesting things to do - while he was constantly snatching his name, he actually built a star-learning impression of the various schools of thought with just a few words.

Once this curiosity fire was ignited, it was out of control.

During the day, he sneaked into a private school and listened to the enlightenment of the Master with his son.

At night, he slept in the Sutra Pavilions everywhere and began to read books from simple to traditional. When he encountered difficult parts, he did not dare to ask Xia Ying - he himself couldn't explain why, and he always felt that when Mr. Xia was explaining words to himself in the past, he seemed to be quite concerned about it.

For the first time in his life, he tied his hair and crowned it, wrapped the horns on his forehead with soft gauze as a squid, and went to see the elderly teacher in the private school with the air-dried strips of meat.

When the old man first saw him, he was startled by his beastly eyes. However, seeing that he was straightforward and persistent, and seemed to have no malice, he tried to talk to him. Within a few words, he realized that he was not human in front of him.

However, the old man thought of goodness and thought about the teachings of the sages that "there is no difference" and still took over the student. He often gave Jiaguheng homework when there was no one in the middle of the night, started reading the sentences, and later he slowly preached history and scriptures to him.

During that time, Jia Guheng completely left the fun of searching for names aside, and even completed some of the tasks assigned to him by Xia Ying.

He was indifferent to his work and rest, and read in the Sutra Pavilion day and night, and ran to Master's house for advice at night. He spent all his time on the books. He was fascinated by the history of the rise and fall of the dynasty. A loyal minister and good general fell injustice. He frowned and burst into tears. Seeing that the slandered ministers and traitors finally got retribution, he was overjoyed and wanted to dance wildly.

In this way, he learned quickly day after day, and the classics he usually learned far beyond the scope of what the Master knew.

He became more and more like a person, more and more polite, but at the same time, the horns on his head became harder and harder.

He looked up at Master. Although this old man had only been alive for a long time, he had eyes that could see through the world.

One evening, he accidentally saw a collection of letters. During this period, the Grand Historian wrote in a long letter to his friend, "A person has death, death is either heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather." After turning a page, he also saw that "the ancients were rich and famous, but they were indelible, and they were only known as the dashing and extraordinary people."

He read the full letter several times, his eyes straightened, and a sudden heat suddenly rose in his heart—

Perhaps because death is too far away from him, he has never thought about life and death!

He had no parents or names. Mr. Xia surrendered him in the realm of Rifeng, and he followed Xia Ying to Middle Earth - but he never had loyalty, respect and love in his heart... or was willing to die for someone or to stick to a certain belief.

Four thousand years - The world has changed, countless rains and winds blow away, but here he has been just a lazy hour in the afternoon.

He burst into tears for the first time in his eyes, and he couldn't help but abandon the book and flee, and ran to the mountains and fields alone to cry loudly.

Tears washed his eyes crystal clear, and he re-examined his past life, like looking at a confused and pale stranger.

He looked up at the stars and felt that he was alive for the first time and was about to live.

Everything in the past was like a dangerous building that was disrepaired in disrepair. In his passion like fire, a new life is happening.

He imagined himself giving all his enthusiasm for a career—even though he didn't know what kind of career it would be, he was already crazy about joy.

For the first time he realized the feeling of hearing the truth in the morning and dying in the evening—

This is a snatch of ten thousand names, and it is incomparable to the slightest joy!

He ran all the way to Master's home, and couldn't wait to tell the old man about his understanding tonight, but what awaited him was a fire - when he was crying for his own enlightenment in the mountains, bandits came out all over and wiped out the village where Master was.

He searched in the fire for a whole night, but he could not find the trace of Master in the sea of ​​corpses and fire.

The tongue of fire sucked away the robe of his Confucian scholar - this was a gift that the Master rewarded him to reward him for his hard work, but now it has turned into ashes with the fire on earth.

The retribution of good and evil was extremely fast under his command. Before dawn, all the bandits who returned in triumphant were slaughtered on their own hills.

Many women who had just been caught up the mountain escaped while they were still escaping.

In the fire, people only saw a monster with horns on his forehead killing and slaughtering.

After that fire, Jia Guheng could no longer pretend to be an ordinary person - perhaps because of the burning fire, or perhaps because of the backlash of the inner demon, his skin appeared to be a terrifying gray-black.

He had lived for so long, but his mind was too young. A heart that had just been burned and burned suddenly became soaked in cold water that made him sway at everything in front of him.

Only then did he realize that people like the Master are a very rare existence in the world.

Those heroes who sing generously and tragically in history books are like the twinkling stars in the night sky. Although there are many, if placed in the crowd, they will be like a drop in the ocean.

These dazzling sages bloomed with such brilliant sparks, how did the world treat them?

——Pillage! Bullying! Killing!

He looked coldly at the history books that once ignited him for a short time - among the people who once made him shed tears and were obsessed with him, how many people finally had a good ending?

Their fate... is mostly a scam of "seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence".

However, as the waves wash away the sand, these people still appear one after another, trying to turn the tide again and again, and support the building to collapse.

What exactly do these people... look for?

Almost in an instant, the original respect and love for people turned into disgust, sympathy and confusion.

The "meaning of life" that I just obtained was instantly overturned by myself.

Since then, he has thought hard day by day and meditated every night - what is it for himself to come to this world?

What exactly do you have to do to live?

He has been dormant in Jinling for several years. Xia Ying wrote several letters, warning him not to touch the classics, history, and to not think about those difficult questions without answers.

He himself gradually realized the danger of doing this. Whenever he thought about things a few steps deeper, his head hurts as if he was pinned through steel.

However, even so, I couldn't help but not think about it.

He continued to search for answers in the sea of ​​books without eating or drinking, and also sneaked into the houses of some great scholars at night, trying to get inspiration from them, but no one looked at him like the Master.

People fought and thought he knew nothing, so they tried to deal with him by talking none of the nutritional words. They were often quoted by him, and they were dumbfounded in refutation, and died without any suspense.

The horns on the forehead became harder and harder.
Chapter completed!