In this bloody world, Wang Xiong is getting bigger and bigger! Gradually I guessed something!
Although sometimes the world would freeze, Wang Xiong vaguely heard the sound of children reciting.
"The Tao is Tao, but it is not Tao? Is this the voice of the Tao Te Ching?" Wang Xiong frowned.
Every time the sound of the Tao Te Ching appears, it's like a pure yin energy pours into Wang Xiong's caterpillar body, allowing Wang Xiong to grow in size quickly.
It grew bigger and bigger, and soon it surpassed all the caterpillars.
As Wang Xiong grew older, it seemed that the world's structure could no longer affect Wang Xiong. In addition to the sound of the Tao Te Ching, the voice of a child's conversation could also be heard.
Termites have great righteousness, the power of righteousness and Yang!
Does the caterpillar possess moral energy and the most evil and yin power
A bloody sun high in the sky
"No, no, I'm not only reincarnated, but this is my spiritual world?" Wang Xiong's pupils suddenly shrank.
The spiritual world
"Mom, I will definitely live up to my expectations!"
"My child will recite the Tao Te Ching to my mother again! My child must study the Tao Te Ching carefully!"
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came one voice after another.
The sound of the Tao passed into Wang Xiong's ears, and waves of pure yin power roared out, rushing straight into the caterpillar's body. Even though there was too much reluctance in the sound, he was still accepting it bit by bit.
Wang Xiong listened to the voice of this world and finally understood the situation at this moment.
"Am I starting over and accepting Taoism again? It's so difficult!" Wang Xiong showed a wry smile.
Wang Xiong has mastered Confucianism, and his thoughts are established. Naturally, they cannot be easily changed. If they can be changed, is it still called thought
The termites in this spiritual world probably represent my own Confucianism, and the caterpillars are Taoist thoughts. Taoist thoughts are still in their infancy, and they are still weak caterpillars. The termites of Confucianism are the natural enemies of the caterpillars, and they are constantly carving up, tearing, killing and devouring the newly born caterpillars of Taoist thought.
Wang Xiong didn't know how he had caused the current situation, but this finally solved his previous difficulty of not being able to learn Taoism.
"I, if you ask me to understand Taoist thought again, I don't know if I can succeed, but now that the situation is like this, I am willing to work hard! I will try my best to be worthy of the mental training at this moment!" Wang Xiong said solemnly.
Looking up at the sky and listening to the moral voice from the outside world, Wang Xiong understood that it was his own soul, a soul whose memory had not yet been restored.
"Erhei, find me more leaves, I want to eat them!" Wang Xiong shouted.
The caterpillar that had just been rescued by Wang Xiong not long ago immediately followed Wang Xiong's orders and started looking for it.
Eat, eat, eat! Wang Xiong's spiritual world is no longer fixed. Wang Xiong must seize every opportunity to make his caterpillar stronger.
Wang Xiong doesn't know how long this spiritual world can last. The only thing he can do is to quickly accumulate the power of Taoist pure yin. When the spiritual world collapses, his memory will return to Zhuang Zhou in the outside world.
Eat, eat, eat! Wang Xiong, this caterpillar, is getting bigger and bigger!
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Although Zhuang Zhou was extremely opposed to the "Tao Te Ching" these days, in order to make his parents happy, Zhuang Zhou was trying to understand it in the direction he rejected.
"My son is the smartest!" Father Zhuang smiled and touched Zhuang Zhou's head.
"Cough cough cough!" The sound of Zhuang's mother coughing came from the back room.
Father Zhuang looked in the direction of the back room, with a helpless and uncomfortable look in his eyes.
Zhuang's father went out to find his brother to borrow meat to replenish Zhuang's mother, but returning empty-handed said it all.
"Dad, my son has already understood some Tao Te Ching. How about you go to the third uncle's house and have a look?" Zhuang Zhou comforted him.
Father Zhuang smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Obviously, Father Zhuang had been to not only his uncle's house, but also several uncles' houses, but he still came back empty-handed.
Zhuang Zhou could imagine his father's state when he left. He knew from his mother that his father was a proud son of heaven in the past and the hope of the entire Zhuang family. Many people fawned over him, but now...
"Dad, my child must study hard to help you succeed!" Zhuang Zhou said with a slightly sour nose.
"Well, Zhou'er, I'll prepare delicious food for you tomorrow morning. You can take care of your mother at home, okay?" Father Zhuang said.
"Dad, where are you going?" Zhuang Zhou suddenly asked worriedly.
Zhuang Zhou felt that his father was going somewhere far away this time.
"Don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow night!" Father Zhuang said with a smile.
"Oh?" Zhuang Zhou nodded blankly.
When he was sleeping at night, Zhuang Zhou heard his father and mother talking a lot.
Early the next morning, before dawn, Father Zhuang prepared food for mother and son. Zhuang Zhou didn't know why he couldn't sleep in the morning.
He found that his father came to the house to see him for a while, then opened the door and went out. Zhuang Zhou was curious, so he put on his clothes and followed him out.
But he saw his father taking out his bow, arrows and hatchet and heading out through the snow.
Somehow, Zhuang Zhou followed his father curiously and walked towards the mountains.
The father seemed to be preoccupied and did not notice Zhuang Zhou following him until he entered the mountain and the sun slowly rose.
"Ah!"
Zhuang Zhou couldn't walk anymore and fell to the ground.
Father Zhuang immediately turned around and saw his son falling in the snow.
"Zhou'er, why are you following me?" Zhuang's father immediately stepped forward and hugged Zhuang Zhou.
"Zhou'er saw that his father was leaving in a hurry, so he made rice cakes, but he didn't eat them himself. Zhou'er took one for his father!" Zhuang Zhou immediately took out a piece of rice cake from his arms and gave it to his father.
Seeing his son take out the still warm rice cake, Father Zhuang's reprimand turned into a burst of emotion.
"You little guy, if you don't sleep at home, why are you following me?" Father Zhuang smiled bitterly and helped Zhuang Zhou dust the snow off his clothes.
"I...!" Zhuang Zhou suddenly felt aggrieved and didn't know what to say.
"Okay, okay, well, it's already here. I don't blame you anymore. Stop pouting!" Father Zhuang said with a wry smile.
"Well, dad, you eat rice cakes!" Zhuang Zhou immediately handed over the rice cakes.
"You didn't have anything to eat in the morning, right? Just eat it!" Father Zhuang shook his head immediately.
"I still have it!" Zhuang Zhou immediately took out another piece of rice cake.
"You're quite smart, kid, but now that you've gone into the mountains, it's hard to go back!" Father Zhuang was anxious for a while.
"I'm following Dad. Dad, you said you wanted to hunt a few days ago. Are you coming to the mountains to hunt?" Zhuang Zhou asked expectantly.
"You didn't know there was danger in the mountains! Fortunately, I found you!" Father Zhuang immediately complained.
"Dad, let me go hunting with you, okay, just once!" Zhuang Zhou asked expectantly.
Father Zhuang looked at his son, then at the mountains, and sighed slightly: "Okay, we won't go to the mountains. We will just check if there are any pheasants or anything nearby. Your mother needs it so much. If There’s no oil star yet, so I’m afraid I won’t be able to survive this winter, alas!”
"Oh!" Zhuang Zhou seemed to understand.
"Eat!" Father Zhuang said. With that said, he carried Zhuang Zhou on his back.
On his father's back, Zhuang Zhou ate dry rice cakes, but a happy smile appeared on his face.
Father Zhuang also ate the rice cakes his son gave him, but he only ate half of it. Although Father Zhuang's Adam's apple moved a few times, he still carefully hid it in his arms. Because it's only morning and he can't go home until evening. During this period, his son will definitely be hungry again, right
After finishing the rice cake, Zhuang Zhou licked the crumbs of the rice cake on his hand with a satisfied look on his face.
"Dad, Mom told me yesterday that you used to be very good at studying and had your own path. My uncles used to fawn over you. Mom said it was all her fault. Otherwise, Dad wouldn't have ended up like this. So poor!" Zhuang Zhou seemed to understand but not understand.
Zhuang Zhou lay on his father's back and felt his father's body tremble. But then, the father shook his head.
"No, my father's hardships these years are nothing. Your mother only suffered because she followed me!" Father Zhuang said with a bitter smile.
"mother?"
"In the past, your mother was the daughter of the Jixia Academy in Qi State. She had a distinguished status. Many young talents pursued her, but she only took a fancy to me and gave up the wealth and wealth. Even if she fell out with her family, she still wanted to follow me. Unfortunately, she was also ruined by those people in Jixia Academy, her cultivation was ruined, her thoughts were ruined, her soul was damaged, and her vitality was damaged. After giving birth to you, she was bedridden all year round. In bed!" Father Zhuang's eyes were slightly moist.
"Mom, did you study before?" Zhuang Zhou asked in surprise.
"She used to be the most talented girl in Jixia Academy. Oh, she didn't mind that I was born in a poor family and abandoned everything to follow me. How could I let her down and bring your mother back with me? Unfortunately, all the clan members scolded her for ruining My future, no, I don't blame her! I am lucky to marry your mother!" Father Zhuang felt uncomfortable.
"Jixia Academy? They are all a bunch of bad people!" Zhuang Zhou said bitterly.
"Jixia Academy? If you succeed in your studies in the future, you can go and have a look. Jixia Academy, before the glory of Yang Zhu Academy, was the best academy in the world. Even now, it is extremely outstanding!" Zhuang Fu recalled. There is a yearning.
"Dad, after you become a child, I will help you get into Pingjixia Academy! Let those people who look down on your parents know that I am your son. I will study hard! Find the people who bullied my parents and avenge you!" Zhuang Zhou suddenly said stubbornly.
"You are so young, do you know how to take revenge?" Father Zhuang suddenly laughed.
"Of course I know what my father said before, why repay kindness with kindness, repay grievance with kindness, and repay kindness with kindness! I want to repay grievance with kindness!" Zhuang Zhou said immediately.
Father Zhuang sighed slightly: "Zhou'er, it's a pity that you were not born in a good era. If it had been earlier, when Yang Zhu's theory had not become popular in the world, you could have studied Confucianism and Taoism, maybe...!"
"Even if I only have Taoist theory, I can still learn it well. Dad, you believe me!" Zhuang Zhou suddenly said stubbornly.
"Father, I believe in you!" Father Zhuang nodded.
The father and son walked in the snow for a while, looking for a place to ambush. Although they were both extremely embarrassed and covered in snow, they finally gained something and caught a hare and a pheasant.
"Great, great! Dad, we have meat to eat!" In the afternoon, Zhuang Zhou looked at the hares and pheasants, his mouth watering.
"Come on, Dad, there's still half a piece of cake here. You're hungry. Eat it first. We'll go home and cook some meat!" Father Zhuang suddenly said happily.
"Yeah!" Zhuang Zhou took it.
Zhuang Zhou was also very hungry at this moment. He ate more than half of the rice cake to satisfy his hunger. Only then did he hear his father's stomach growling, and then he understood where the half piece of rice cake came from.
"Dad, I'm full, you eat!"
"Dad, you're not hungry!"
"No, the kid is full, dad, let's eat!"
Zhuang Zhou desperately stuffed the last bit of rice cake into Zhuang's father's mouth.
Father Zhuang showed a kind smile and finally did not reject him anymore.
"Come on, let's go home and eat meat!" Father Zhuang laughed as he picked up his son, carrying the hare and pheasant.
"Yeah!" Zhuang Zhou also happily lay on his father's back.
Just as the two were walking back, suddenly, Father Zhuang saw a figure in the distance.
"Eh? That man fell in the snow? Was he wearing a purple robe? Is there blood? Is he injured?" Father Zhuang was stunned for a moment and looked at a figure in the distance.
But Lord Wen, who had escaped from Bian Que, crawled weakly in the snow for a while, and lost strength again.
"My noble Lord Wen, want to die here? I am not willing to do so, I am not willing to do so!" Lord Wen said weakly while trembling.
"Dad, that's a person!" Zhuang Zhou's voice came from the distance.
In the distance, a father and son are getting closer and closer.
When Lord Wen heard the voices of the father and son, he felt as if he was hearing the sounds of nature. His eyes lit up: "I'm saved. Two more lesions have come. Two more lesions have come. Ha, ha ha ha. Saint Yang Zhu is on top. You are here." As expected, you have favored me!"
Lord Wen smiled evilly in his trembling excitement, and Zhuang Zhou and his son had already come closer.