When he was eight years old, Zhang Xuansheng sat on the mysterious stone in Huangting Mountain and watched the clouds rolling in the sky. His mind was full of longing for the future and a little confused.

When he was eleven years old, he was able to dance his sword well. The master praised him and taught him a set of Chisong sword techniques, but his learning speed was still very slow.

When he was sixteen, five years later, his master passed away. Zhang Xuansheng sat in front of his master's grave and cried for a few days, and was in a daze for a few days. This was the only person he was close to. He took him to the mountain and raised him with one hand.

But he was very stupid and couldn't do anything well, but before his master passed away, he said that he was his most satisfied disciple.

He asked the master why he was so optimistic about himself. At the age of sixteen, he was no longer the ignorant child of the past. He knew that poor qualifications mean poor qualifications. A wise man is a lie, and he is really stupid.

But the elderly man was lying on the hospital bed and just smiled at him, "Why do you have to force everything to be done? Just be content with the situation, and happiness is the most important thing."

"But they all said I was stupid and didn't deserve to be a disciple of Huang Tingshan."

"Do you hate this place?"

"I... don't hate it. I like Huangting Mountain very much. I like the melodious bells in the morning, the gurgling streams on the top of the mountain, the maple forest in the back mountain, and many small animals..."

Zhang Xuansheng's eyes showed the spirit of the world.

"Are you angry when you scold me?"

The old man asked again.

"I... seem to be very spineless when I say this, but the disciples are not angry because they are telling the truth."

He scratched his head with a silly smile.

"Haha, good disciple, you are really useless, but... it's good."

The old man coughed twice and said, "The world is ignorant and does not understand the true meaning. What is the great way and what is freedom? It is just to follow the heart."

Zhang Xuansheng was confused with big eyes, and the master began to say something he couldn't understand again.

"After I die, I don't have to keep a guard for me. If you want to go down the mountain, then go."

The old man said, showing a kind smile, and touched Zhang Xuansheng's head again.

"Master, I..."

Zhang Xuansheng said halfway and stopped, because the old man's smile had been frozen and the master died.

He always knew that the master was just one of the many people, a mortal, and even the head teacher was almost at the end, and only the inheritance of Huangting Mountain was endless.

In the end, he did not follow his master's instructions and mourn in front of the grave for three years. Huang Tingshan almost forgot that he had such a stupid disciple.

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When he was nineteen years old, Zhang Xuansheng was demoted to a traitor. His master had passed away and no one was protecting him. The sect was unwilling to provide resources to a stupid child. Even some traitors were smarter than him.

Zhang Xuansheng had no resentment and regret. In his opinion, it was good to be a choreographer. He lived his life, so why should people be divided into different levels?

He no longer practices swords, no longer copying the scriptures, and only cleans the magnificent red maple at the mountain gate every day.

As the broom rolled, the maple leaves flew. He looked at the rotating maple leaves, and his thoughts were taken to the world outside the mountain.

Day after day, year after year, sweep the floor and carry water for dinner.

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When he was twenty-four years old, the throne changed, and the new emperor seemed to prefer Buddhism, and cut off the first name of Huangtingshan and the supply of resources.

Huangting Mountain is no longer as grand as before, and a large number of layoffs have begun. Many errands and poorly qualified outer disciples were sent down the mountain, and Zhang Xuansheng is one of them.

He went down the mountain, but he didn't know where to go.

The world is big, he wants to go, but he doesn't know which direction to go.

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After six years of wandering around the world, Zhang Xuansheng is 30 years old. There is no thrilling adventure in the world, and there is no love between children and children who are separated by life and death. He just walks around and takes a look.

After losing money, he would find a town to do some tricks to copy and write letters, and then set out again.

He looked through the mountains, crossed the river, walked through the east, west, south, north, and borders.

Along the way, he also met many people, including men, women, good people, and bad people.

He didn't know where he was going. He was very stupid. In the past, a master taught him on the mountain, and he listened to his master's words.

After his master passed away, he was arranged to work as a chore on the mountain, and his life was dull and simple.

He stood at thirty, but he didn't feel like he was "standing". He was just walking aimlessly in this world.

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It was another ten years since I was wandering outside for many years, and wrinkles began to appear on Zhang Xuansheng's forehead.

When walking through the streets and alleys, the playful children would call him uncle, and he just responded with a simple smile.

This year, he was summoned to war against neighboring countries by Wu. In fact, "scattered people" like him can avoid joining the army by paying military service tax. However, he had no money and his book copying business became increasingly recession because a smart gentleman invented the printing of movable type.

He had seen it and felt that people's heads are really different. He is so stupid, but someone is so smart. Perhaps the amazing invention can make Wu Kingdom more prosperous, right?

He didn't know because he had already stepped onto the battlefield.

When he was walking through the flying rain of arrows, he would feel a little dazed whenever he experienced this scene, as if he was still on Huangting Mountain, and what he saw was the falling red maple.

But the rain of arrows is not a red maple, it can only bring about the bright red, which is human blood.

Perhaps he was lucky and was shot, but he did not die. Many people at the same time as him either got promotions for military achievements or died on the battlefield.

The war ended and finally ended in negotiations. The gains and losses of both countries were not the same as one city and one pool, which made Zhang Xuansheng not understand what the meaning of the war was.

Those young men who were a little younger than him would hold his hand before they died, begging him to bring his letter home, or ask him to help him pass on a message.

Forty-five-year-old Zhang Xuansheng left the battlefield and became a messenger. He traveled through the country of Wu and delivered letters to his once dead comrades.

He had seen an old man who fainted too much, a girl waiting for the return of a good man to burst into tears, and a woman and a half-aged child hugging each other and crying.

What is the meaning of war? Maybe he is stupid and can't figure it out.

Since the higher the country, the more smart people, the higher the emperor must be the smartest people. Of course, the meaning of their war is not something that he, a stupid person, can understand.

He was not confused at forty, but he was deeply confused about the world.

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Fifty-year-old Zhang Xuansheng was already gray in his temples. He stopped walking around the world and found a small town to settle down.

On weekdays, I write letters to people in the town, and carve and make dolls in the yard at other times, and sell them to the children at the market.
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