Zhixian led the two children back to the monastery.

This trip back and forth only takes half a month.

Little Yang Jian seemed to have changed.

He became more interested in reading.

I especially prefer reading history books.

I still refuse to make the effort to memorize the Six Classics of self-cultivation.

Zhi Xian saw it in his eyes.

But no longer blame too much.

In practicing martial arts, Yang Jian had an extra partner and an opponent.

Li Shun is two years younger than Yang Jian. Under the training of Abbot Fanjing, his basic skills in boxing and kicking are quite solid.

Two competitive little guys got together to practice martial arts diligently.

Li Shun was not used to it when he first came to the monastery.

Not only do I often talk about Master Fanjing and the dog named Dahuang.

I still miss the carefree life in Daqingshan very much.

Everything here is easy to follow the arrangements of Master Zhixian.

"Get up, go to bed, practice martial arts, and study."

There are certain rules.

You must follow the rules and do your best.

There's nothing wrong with being sloppy.

Shunzi couldn't stand it, as if she was being tortured.

In the mountains, Master Fanjing taught him how to read and read some Buddhist scriptures, which he seemed to understand.

At this point, Zhixian has to start over from scratch.

It gave Shunzi a headache.

Ling Shunzi also started practicing martial arts.

Every move Zhixian taught him was done very well.

Each set of movements has been practiced to perfection.

The days passed day by day.

It's like the day is over my knees.

Master Zhixian arranges every day in a relaxed and relaxed manner.

It made the two little guys nervous and comfortable at the same time.

Gradually, Li Shun adapted to this boring but regular life.

This feeling is like lying down in bed after a busy day at work and instantly feeling that the whole world is peaceful.

The next day Zhixian rushed back from outside with a gloomy face.

He called out as soon as he entered the door.

"Narayana."

Yang Jian came out of the study room in response.

"Li Shun, come here too."

Li Shun also walked out of the study obediently.

Zhixian asked angrily.

"When you grow up, you don't listen to my teacher anymore. You dare to go out for fun and drink. Not only that, you become drunk and even smash other people's pubs."

"Master, we didn't get drunk and go crazy."

Yang Jian knelt on his knees and said.

"The wine was mixed with water, so we got angry and threw the bowl on the ground."

Li Shun on the side had never seen his master so angry.

He also knelt down and said.

"You can't blame the young master for this. It's our fault. After we finished our homework yesterday afternoon, we took the horses out to practice riding. When we walked to the town and saw a hotel, we told the young master that Abbot Fanjing taught us how to use it when we were in the mountains.

The grains were boiled into wine, and herbs were soaked in the wine to treat the master's leg pain. One time when I was making wine, I thought the wine was particularly fragrant, so I drank a bowl and got drunk. I slept for a whole day and a night before I woke up."

"Master, don't blame Li Shun. This matter is Naluo Yan's fault."

Yang Jian interrupted Li Shun.

Rush to say it.

"It was very interesting for us to listen to Li Shun's talk about wine. We have never drunk wine in our whole life. So we jumped off the horse and took Li Shun into the hotel. We ordered two bowls of wine to taste what it tasted like. Li Shun took a sip first.

I just said that the wine was too tasteless and must have been spiked with water, so we argued with the shop owner, and then he started swearing and then we smashed the bowl with Li Shun."

The two little guys told the whole story.

Zhixian suddenly felt that drinking and smashing bowls was not as serious as what was reported in the town.

Wisdom wants to cure Yang Jian's increasingly revealing temperament of a young man who is fearless and loves to compete.

So he asked.

"Which one of you threw the bowl first?"

Yang Jian said in fear.

"It's me."

"You don't need to ask, I know it's you."

Zhixian looked directly at Yang Jian.

"The general's son is really amazing, but have you ever thought about it, who dares to open a hotel in the town in these hot and troubled times? If he mixes wine with water, you will smash the bowl, but if he is unhappy, he may be punished.

Where is your life and the head of your general father?"

"Master, with the big flower-plate dragon sword in my father's hand and his powerful abilities, the person who could kill my father is still in his mother's womb."

Zhixian said angrily.

"Shut up, Luo Yan still dares to lie. You and I are in troubled times. A character like yours can easily bring trouble to yourself. If you don't change, I may not be able to save you as a teacher in the future."

Yang Jian muttered.

"Master, I know I was wrong. We shouldn't smash other people's bowls, let alone tell lies."

"Everyone, please get up. Just don't cause trouble in the future."

Zhixian's tone became slightly calmer.

"Na Luo Yan, go and get us the sword placed on the shrine."

Yang Jian took down the dusty sword from the shrine.

Zhixian took it over and said.

"Luo Yan, do you know the origin of this sword?"

Yang Jian shook his head and said.

"have no idea."

"The shrine in the monastery was originally dedicated to Sakyamuni Buddha, but why was there a sword placed there?"

Yang Jian replied.

"Because the Holy Sage does not want to see the Buddha today, it is not convenient for the Holy Sage's generals to worship the Buddha in their homes. You have told me about this. I don't know why the sword Narayana was put aside on the shrine."

"This sword was left to us by your father when he left Wuchuan. He was afraid that I would use it to protect you in case of an emergency."

Zhixian said and put the sword on the coffee table.

"According to your father, this is an extremely sharp sword. He got it from the monarch of a vassal country. I enshrined it on the shrine after we moved into the monastery. The sword has been there for more than ten years.

It is hidden deep in the scabbard, and we have never taken it out, because once the sharp sword is taken out of the sheath, it means bloodshed or even heads falling to the ground. When you read history books and military books, don’t you often encounter the word Tao Hui? What about Luo Yan?

What does the word Tao mean?"

Yang Jian answered without thinking.

"The scabbard of Tao's sword."

Zhixian continued.

"Then what's Tao Hui's explanation?"
To be continued...