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Volume 1, Yan Cunzheng, Chapter 2: One article determines the world

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    The old scholar didn't know when he came over and stopped nearby. This eloquent article took only ten minutes. It was only a quarter of an hour and there were still five minutes left, which was enough for the old scholar to finish reading.  Who would have thought that the old scholar stood aside for a moment, then coughed and whispered: "There is a typo." "Damn, the simplified Chinese characters are so thick!" Zi Baifeng quickly added a few more strokes, sweating.  The old scholar nodded with satisfaction. Now this article really cannot be changed.  Zi Baifeng shook his head proudly, put the pen on his lips, and looked left and right.  It¡¯s like the exam room in memory.  There are those who write vigorously, there are those who frown and meditate, there are those who are deeply regretful, there are those who are elated, there are those who are bitter and resentful, but there is no one who is fast asleep. There was one before, and now he is up.  When Zi Baifeng turned to look, a scholar at the next table raised his hand and gave him a thumbs up, mouthing: "Brother, you are amazing!" This is really amazing. He fell asleep for a long time in the examination room, and when he woke up, he wrote furiously, writing in one go.  , but this kind of mental strength and skill are not something ordinary people can have.  That¡¯s of course, brother, I have knowledge, culture, brains and thoughts!  Zi Baifeng was overwhelmed by this brother's admiration.  Zi Baifeng handed in the paper with a smile on his face. He walked away with his hands in his sleeves, but someone tapped him on the shoulder: "Brother, you forgot something!"  The pen and ink By the time Zi Baifeng packed up the pen and inkstone, the people around him had already left. When Zi Baifeng walked out of it with crab steps, he saw his father Zijian leaning on his pole and barrel.  , standing behind the crowd, looking around anxiously.  Xiao Shitou sat on Zijian's shoulder, leaning his thin neck and shaking his head to watch. When he saw Zi Baifeng walking out from behind the crowd, he immediately shouted: "Come out! Come out!" "Dad!"  Zi Baifeng waved his sleeves, quickened his pace, and walked forward.  The old scholar's "empty" stick hit Zi Baifeng's memory. He no longer felt strange to the world. It was like going from one familiar city to another familiar city, from one family to another family.  There.  There is no barrier, and there is a lot of novelty.  Of course, in addition to novelty, there are also doubts.  I wonder how I ended up in this world.  Looking up, the blue sky is clear, the white clouds are long, and the breeze is blowing, blowing the robe on the body, and being caught by the robe, it circles around the side, carrying a few leaves flying upwards.  ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????mbOUTOUT ??????????????????? Looking up again, he saw his father's eyes full of expectation, asking again and again: "How is it? How is it?" "You've got it!" Zi Baifeng proudly made a muscle-flexing movement, and then looked at his father again.  Zijian got engaged at the age of fourteen, got married at the age of sixteen, and became Zi Baifeng¡¯s father the following year. He is still only in his early thirties now.  In Zi Baifeng's understanding, men in their early thirties are the age when men seem to be mature but not yet mature. Their playfulness has just subsided. Some have already married and established a career, while others are still wandering around.  The man in front of him had a look of vicissitudes of life, and even his temples had some gray hair.  Zi Baifeng still doesn't know what he looks like, but looking at the man in front of him, he actually looks like a father and son in his previous life. He is of medium build, not strong, but not weak either.  There were no wrinkles on his forehead, but the fishtails at the corners of his eyes were deeply dug into his temples. When he smiled, he looked like a peacock spreading its gorgeous tail.  This is my father.  Zijian was also looking at his son.  I don¡¯t know why, but I always feel that there is something different. The serious face before seems to have melted away, and people always feel that when he laughs, it is so pure. It must be laughing from the bottom of his heart.  "That's good, that's good." Zijian also laughed. Zi Baifeng felt someone pulling at the corner of his clothes. He lowered his head and saw a small stone tugging at his robe underneath. He lowered his head.  Looking over, he quickly shrank back and said: "Brother, I washed my hands and didn't touch your clothes dirty" Xiao Shitou's face must have been washed well, it was always dark and dirty before.  His little hands and face are now white and clean, but the look in Zi Baifeng's eyes is still timid, for fear that Zi Baifeng will scold him.  Zi Baifeng smiled and touched his head. Little Shitou shrank back, then raised his head and handed him a bag of buns.  "Brotherhexiangju's big buns" he said, swallowing his saliva, and then looked back.Shrinked.  "You must be hungry, eat quickly." Zijian said, "We have been waiting here since we bought it. You can figure it out." The fragrant big buns were wrapped in lotus leaves and held in the small hands of the little stone.  The aroma is delicious.  "Brother, I didn't eat it secretly" Seeing Zi Baifeng looking at him, Xiao Shitou lowered his head and said.  This little guy who is not afraid of anything and everything, running around all over the mountains and fields every day, daring to go up the mountains to steal wolf cubs, and go into the water to catch big fish, is only afraid of Zi Baifeng's eyes.  In the past, Zi Baifeng always talked endlessly to Xiao Shitou about the benefits of deciphering and writing, and then forced him to learn, but Xiao Shitou's heart was not there. In order not to learn, he was willing to do anything.  As time went by, Xiao Shitou became more and more afraid of Zi Baifeng, for fear of being scolded by him.  But now, when Zi Baifeng recalls what he did to Xiao Shitou in the past, he feels that he went too far.  He reached out his hand and wanted to touch Xiao Shitou's shaved blue scalp. Xiao Shitou shrank his neck and closed his eyes tightly, like a frightened chicken.  After a while, he realized that his brother's big hand was touching his head. He opened his eyes, looked at his brother's face from under his big hand, opened his mouth, showed a big smile, and raised the bun in his hand.  He stood up and said, "Brother, eat steamed buns!" The person who answered him was Zi Baifeng's suddenly enlarged figure.  "Bai Feng! Bai Feng!" Zijian's call and Xiao Shitou's frightened cry echoed in his ears, but they gradually became distant.  Zi Baifeng shook twice and fell to the ground with a thud.  "Woo, brother" Xiao Shitou's cry gradually faded away, and there seemed to be light flowing in front of his eyes. Zi Baifeng felt that he was flying up, and then passed through a long corridor.  The left and right sides of this corridor are like two movie walls, showing everything in their past.  On one side are college students who have had an uneventful journey through elementary school, junior high school, high school, and college, and then spend their days in college sleeping until they wake up naturally, playing games until their hands cramp, and being in a dark state all day long.  On one side is a young man from a poor family who grew up in misfortune and lost his mother at birth. He later fled home due to floods and eventually settled in a small mountain village. However, he was still poor and longed to change his destiny.  These two memories are like two parallel lines that never meet and extend into the infinite distance.  Zi Baifeng raised his head. In addition to these two light curtains, there were countless lines extending vertically and horizontally on the black sky. Although they looked chaotic, no two lines intersected.  Every line seems to be a different memory.  And only these two memories of Zi Baifeng are parallel to each other, like the same person in two parallel worlds.  ¡°Suddenly, the dark sky suddenly burst apart, like a piece of porcelain being smashed into countless pieces. Each piece dragged countless threads and flew away.  It¡¯s messed up and scattered.  But there was a fragment with a cyan light, flying towards Zi Baifeng who was standing there.  Zi Baifeng looked up and watched helplessly as the fragment fell straight into Zi Baifeng's forehead and between his eyebrows.  At that moment, Zi Baifeng seemed to have a strong attraction. The two parallel memories were like ribbons drawn into a fan, and they were immediately entangled together.  Zi Baifeng understood that in fact, this was not his own memory, but the "fragmented" memory. It was only because it happened to pass through the gap between the two memories and mixed the two memories together that he became a  Now Zi Baifeng.  And he is not here at all, all this is just restored through his imagination.  Because what was mixed together was not only the memories of the two Zi Baifeng, but also the cyan fragments.  Zi Baifeng shuddered, but his eyes changed again.  No longer countless threads, nor fragments all over the sky, Zi Baifeng found himself in a blue light.  It¡¯s like the heaven and earth have not yet opened, there is chaos, there is no sky and no earth, only the green light shines.  This is the blue fragment.  "The world is a pot of wine, the porcelain tiles haven't fallen off yet, they are still on the pot, and they are the wine.  The whole world was originally in order, but I don¡¯t know when, the world shattered and turned into countless fragments, and one of the fragments was combined with itself.  Then, the world changed again.  The clear air rose and turned into the sun, moon, stars, clouds, and mist all over the sky. The turbid air descended and turned into the thick soil and earth. Then the heaven and the earth gradually evolved, giving birth to flowers, birds, insects, and fish, and human beings worked and rested. Then the flowers and birds became monsters, and humans cultivated immortality.  Then, there was a battle between immortals and demons, all the demons were slaughtered, the immortals took over the creation of heaven and earth, and createdBuild a palace, build an empire, and be unrivaled within the four-pillar sacred mountain.  As the saying goes, prosperity fades after prosperity. Immortals who seek too much are extravagant and evil. The aura of heaven and earth is gradually weakening. No new people will become immortals. The number of people who can practice cultivation has been reduced to the extreme. The emperor is sitting on the throne, and the ordinary people are miserable.   A moment is like hundreds of millions of years.  Then Zi Baifeng woke up.  I wanted to speak, but my throat was like coarse sandpaper, dry and dull, and my limbs were weak and weak, as if I had been run over by a hundred elephants.  "Brother! Brother!" Xiao Shitou's voice came, "Uncle, brother, he's awake!" Then Zijian's voice came over: "Bai Feng, drink some water!" After a lot of tossing, it lasted half an hour.  After that, Zi Baifeng had the strength to sit up from the bed.
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