Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Unlike Mr. Mo, Yi Abao still has fresh memories of what happened back then.

To be honest, Mr. Mo, who is 100 years old, is now considered to be very smart and his memory cannot be said to be bad. Although it is inevitable that he has forgotten many things, it is already very good.

But it's not enough for Lu Haixian, because although Mr. Mo still remembers many things, sometimes he can't say that he remembers them accurately if he doesn't clear them up.

Therefore, the memory of Yi Abao that is almost engraved in his mind is particularly important to Lu Haixian. After more than ten years of discussions, more than ten years of letters, it may take three to five years before he has the opportunity to meet face to face, but he has also forged a bond. Deep friendship.

The key is that Yi Abao himself read "Four Seas, Mountains and Rivers", and whenever he discussed some of the details, he had deep feelings for himself.

Now that Lu Haixian comes, the two will naturally have a long conversation, but Abao still asks Mr. Lu to wait for a while and goes back to finish the class.

Today's class is already halfway through, and it's not advisable to give up halfway. But after today's class, all the classes for the next three days will be cancelled.

In other words, in the next three days, the students of Yuezhou Academy will almost have a short vacation, because not only Master Yi, but also other masters also have many classes.

Today's "Four Seas, Mountains and Rivers" is not just what it was at the beginning.

It is a book of geographical features and cultural landscape that is based on a road that transforms into a dragon and walks on water, extending to both sides. It also has a mysterious color.

In addition to the dream memories that Yi Abao and Lu Haixian need to discuss privately, they also need to search through various literature and materials, striving to have more oriental and foreign content.

Yuezhou Academy must be a good platform for discussion, so many masters also participated. They may only know one thing but not the other, but they are obviously very enthusiastic about the improvement of this book.

Of course, there are not many truly useful documents. After all, some places are too far away and it is really difficult to retain any information.

It's just that every time I find some information, it almost matches some of the descriptions in "Four Seas, Mountains and Rivers", which makes everyone very excited.

Lu Haixian said he only stayed for three days, but in fact it was more than that. He stayed at Yuezhou Academy for three days, and then he went back to his hometown in Yuanjiang County with Yi Abao and stayed at his home for another two days.

When he felt that it was really not suitable to stay any longer and had to go to the capital immediately, he was escorted off by Yi Abao personally and prepared to board the ship at the small dock at the mouth of the river in Xihe Town.

The ship was chartered as an ordinary sailing ship, not a high-ranking official ship.

After repeated greetings, Lu Haixian was on the boat, and Yi Abao, Yi Xuan and others were off the boat.

"Old Master Yi, I will definitely visit you again when Mr. Lu retires and returns to his hometown. By then, the whole book will have been completed!"

Yi Abao held his hand again with an expectant smile.

"I will definitely read it carefully then!"

Lu Haixian smiled and said nothing. Apart from himself, Master Yi knew this book best, so why should he read it?

The two of them just bowed to each other on and off the boat, and then gradually parted ways as the boat moved slowly.

Yi Xuan on the side is also quite old, with a few white hairs on his head. The vicissitudes of life have been revealed, and he is no longer as young as he was when Yi Shuyuan first met.

"Dad, is this world really so vast?"

Obviously, Yi Xuan must have read some of the contents of "Four Seas, Mountains and Rivers" in the past two days, and he was somewhat shocked in his heart.

"Maybe, maybe not, let's go!"

Yi Abao didn't say anything and took the lead to turn around and leave. Yi Xuan looked at the surface of the Ejiang River and the ships going away. He smiled and turned around to follow his father's pace. For ordinary people, reading this kind of book is not enough. It’s just Tu Yile.

When he returned home, Yi Abao sat in the study for a long time, neither reading nor writing, just sitting quietly like this.

In a daze, it seemed as if he could see Lu Haixian sitting in the cabin from a distance in his mind, studying how to draw the picture in the text.

Lu Haixian is so enthusiastic about this book, and Yi Abao himself is not the same to a certain extent. He even thinks higher than Lu Haixian.

Before I knew it, it was almost dusk, and the faint fragrance of rice floated from the smoke in the front yard.

Yi Abao was sweating slightly, so he stood up and opened the door to the study. A cool breeze blew away the heat in the room in the late summer evening.

Outside, there are cicadas chirping and birds chirping in harmony with the sounds of nature, but it highlights the quietness just before dusk.

There was a bamboo deck chair outside the study door, and Yi Abao lay down on it to enjoy the cool breeze in the courtyard, thinking that Lu Haixian was also comparing some of his thoughts.

Obviously, Grandpa Uncle is a kind of fairy, but it is a pity that immortality is not something that ordinary people can have.

Yi Abao sighed slightly, with a relieved smile on his face, that dream was just a dream.

Of course he thought of the hawthorn that Hui Mian had given him, which probably contained a pill pill, and to be honest, Yi Abao had also had the urge to take the pill pill.

But Yi Abao was very glad that he didn't do that.

Now he has a slight understanding in his heart. If he is really destined to be immortal, his uncle is a close relative, so how could he not save her?

The elixir may have the effect of prolonging life and curing diseases, but it probably doesn't have the magic of soaring in the daytime. It's just an impulsive attempt to try it. It's better to keep it as a family heirloom and keep it as a memory.

Yi Abao seemed to take it lightly. He looked to the west. The sun was already glowing with red rays, which was the beauty of the sunset.

Mr. Lu's painstaking efforts in writing "Four Seas, Mountains and Rivers" is an obsession and an ambition. He has the ideal of being famous for future generations. Being able to accomplish this in his final years is indeed a source of pride.

This is the ambition of Confucian scholars, but I am somewhat unrealistic!

Nowadays, the descendants of the Yi family are spreading. Some are pursuing their ambitions, some are enjoying their duties, and some are pioneering and enterprising. They no longer need to worry about themselves as an old man. Perhaps it is because of this that I have more thoughts about daydreams.

In the final analysis, it is just a fantasy of the mortal world!

Maybe grandpa uncle can come and see me when I leave?

Yi Abao also smiled when he thought about this, and seemed to be a lot less optimistic in his heart.

But thinking of his uncle, Abao also remembered many past events, and then walked back to the study. When he came out again, he already had a picture scroll in his hand, and then he sat back on the chair to enjoy the cool air, but this time there was no Lie down.

The thing in my hand is actually not a picture scroll, but something carefully preserved in my uncle's handwriting.

Yi Abao unfolded it little by little, revealing the calligraphy of his great uncle back then, the clear handwriting and the areas where the ink had been splashed.

Over the years, although the Yi family would not easily open this calligraphy, they have seen it many times. Yi Abao himself has naturally seen it many times from childhood to old age.

Only this time, Abao felt something was different, but he couldn't place it. He gradually became fascinated by it.

The text on the scroll, the large area stained by ink, has faded a lot, and the text hidden in it seems to be revealed.

In Yi Abao's opinion, the wind in the courtyard seemed to gradually calm down, and the chirping of insects and birds around him seemed to become distant.

At the courtyard wall, a little old man stepped on a wisp of dust and climbed up the wall of the Yi family. He felt something was strange and came to take a look. It was this land.

But when Tu Tu Gong took a look into the courtyard of the study here and saw clearly what Yi Abao was holding, his heart jumped suddenly, as if there were thousands of lights blooming, and there were thunderous thunders exploding.

There was a rumble in his heart, and the Earth God was so horrified that he quickly covered his eyes.

The brilliance and terrifying thunder were shattered in an instant, but the Earth God's hands were already trembling slightly.

Digong has seen this scroll several times before, but he has never felt like this before.

Can't see it, can't see it! ——

Chengtianfu, the capital of the capital, is vast and prosperous, and has the talents of Dayong's dynasty. Lu Haixian, an official who passed the examination, is not outstanding.

And he, the doctor of the Ministry of Rites, has no sense of existence. He does not seek merit but seeks no faults, and excludes himself from all factional struggles.

And because there is no core power struggle involved, he is not a favored minister, and his job is relatively comfortable, so he does not have to face the increasingly unpredictable emperor.

A seventy-year-old veteran, he has always been a good man, and everyone knows that Lu Haixian will not be an official for long, and his official career has come to an end. He has no sense of presence in the emperor's eyes. Naturally, there is no one to make things difficult or to fawn over. .

In this way, Lu Haixian really felt like he was staying away from the disputes, spending all his free time on his books.

Winter has just entered Shao Yuan's twenty-first year, and the cold wind in the capital is already passing through frequently, but Lu Haixian's heart is still hot.

The "Four Seas and Mountains" was finally written. Lu Haixian was overjoyed beyond words. Not only did he immediately write to all his friends, he also couldn't wait to prepare it for publication.

Lu Haixian did not keep this book for his own entertainment. Of course he hoped to spread it widely throughout the world, and of course he hoped to be famous for future generations.

Dayong has certain rules and regulations for book publishing. Although private private printing sometimes turns a blind eye, Lu Haixian definitely does not need to be secretive.

Originally, publishing matters were handled by agencies under the Ministry of Rites. Lu Haixian himself was a doctor in the Ministry of Rites. As long as he was willing to pay, publishing a book was just a matter of words.

Of course, there is the most important thing.

After the morning court that day, Lu Haixian did not stay at the official office as usual, but picked up his handwritten manuscript and left midway.

After a while, in the imperial study room of the palace, an old eunuch walked up to the emperor, who was now gray-haired and looking old.

The emperor was not reviewing the memorial at this time, but was just enjoying the maid's massage on his shoulders.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Lu Haixian, the doctor of the Ministry of Rites, would like to see you."

The emperor opened his eyes and looked at the eunuch.

"Lu Haixian?"

To be honest, the emperor had basically no impression of this doctor from the Ministry of Rites. After thinking for a while, he finally remembered something. At least he seemed to have heard of this name.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Well, it seems that I have a book I wrote to dedicate to His Majesty."

Hearing this, the emperor couldn't help but smile, it wasn't anything serious.

"Let him in."

Lu Haixian was a little nervous at this moment. When he thought about it carefully, today was actually the first time in his life that he had met the saint alone. He took several deep breaths when the eunuch took him in.

"Your Majesty, Lu Haixian, pays homage to your Majesty!"

"Lu Aiqing, there is no need to be polite. I heard that you have a book to present?"

Although many of the courtiers were afraid of the current emperor, seeing Lu Haixian, an aging minister, the emperor's voice became kinder.

Lu Haixian raised his head, his old face showing some excitement.

"Your Majesty, this is the book "Four Seas, Mountains and Rivers", which is the result of more than ten years of hard work. Now it is completed. I am here to present it to Your Majesty. I also implore Your Majesty to allow me to resign and return to my hometown!"

The emperor nodded. For a veteran minister like Lu Haixian, who had done nothing but merits and demerits, there was no need to make things difficult for him when he retired and returned home.

"Send the book over to me for a look."

"yes!"

Lu Haixian took a step forward, and the old eunuch next to him came over to take the book and then sent it to the emperor.

"Hehehe, quite a lot!"

The emperor opened the cover and found a total of six books stacked inside. Of course it was impossible to read them all at this time, but it was still possible to glance at them. Then he opened the title page and saw the preface of the first book.

In the eighth year of Shaoyuan, I was appointed as the governor of Mingzhou.

I once heard that an old man in the state got drunk at a birthday party and could not sleep. Outsiders thought he was mourning, but his family did not allow him to do so. However, he woke up from his dream in his lifetime.

Lu Haixian blurred a lot of information, and even the people who had the dream changed from two people to "one old man", but he also revealed the origin of "Four Seas, Mountains and Rivers".

The opening chapter has a certain mysterious color, which also attracts the emperor's attention to the book.