Infinite Journey From Hogwarts

Dongsheng Shenzhou, outside the ancient capital of Xianyang.

In the Wang Family School, a young man with red lips, white teeth, a full sky, and luxurious clothes bossed around, and said to a young man who was also about ten years old but wearing a fat and patched gray cloth robe, "Wang Juyi, if you call me Say big brother, how about I give you this chicken leg?"

Although the Wang Family School is all descendants of the Wang surname, even among the same clan in the same village, there are distinctions between rich and poor, high and low.

The young man who spoke was named Wang Fugui. It is said that when he was born, the pear tree planted in the courtyard had luxuriant branches and leaves overnight, with silver flowers and golden stamens. The head of the ape, a fortune teller has long asserted that a noble son descended from heaven is beyond words.

The boy sitting next to him wearing a fat patch is just the opposite. When he was born, the well water in the house was low, leaving only a thread. Monk Yehu Chan took a fancy to it and renamed it 'Jieyi' to intercept a glimmer of life, so that he can procrastinate until today.

Wang Jue swallowed his saliva when he looked at the chicken legs from Wang Fugui's box lunch next to him, a trace of longing appeared on his yellow and thin face, but he still said firmly, "According to the genealogy, you and I are of the same generation, but according to the birth, I am I was born an hour earlier than you, so you should call me big brother."

"Cut." Wang Fugui picked up the chicken leg, took a bite, and ate his mouth full of fat, as if to vent his dissatisfaction. He deliberately didn't talk to Wang Juyi, letting the other party gnaw on the cornbread.

But in the end, it was a young man's heart. In less than ten minutes, Wang Fugui put another chicken leg into Wang Jue's bowl, and couldn't help but said, "Did you understand the teacher's lesson today?"

"Huh?" Wang Jue raised his head to look at Wang Fugui.

"It's just two children arguing about the sun." Wang Fugui's shrewd face showed a rare look of confusion, "Do you mean the sun at noon is closer to us, or the sun in the morning?"

When it comes to homework, Wang Jueyi pondered for a while and said, "The theme of this article means that the Dao is fifty and the sky is fourty-nine. Even a sage cannot know everything, so we must be modest to know and escape from it."

"I don't think so." Wang Fugui shook his head and said, "It's not what we think about a sage. , then the external objects cannot be changed.”

"You're wrong!" Wang Jue frowned and said, "The way of heaven is permanent, and it has its own way. The way of the way is natural. How can people's hearts be determined?"

"If the heaven and the earth have a heart, and the chaos is one, it is natural to think of the world, and it is all born of the heart."

"No, no!" Wang Jue shook his head repeatedly, although he couldn't tell where Wang Fugui was wrong, but it just felt wrong.

Seeing that Wang Juyi could not be persuaded, Wang Fugui, who was furious, picked up the chicken leg from the opponent's bowl and threw it on the ground, "Even if I throw it on the ground, I won't eat it for you!"

Wang Jue was stunned for a second or two, and then punched Wang Fugui's eye socket with his right fist.

With a sound of "Oops", Wang Fugui remembered that although Wang Juyi had suffered from constant illnesses since he was a child, he had a strange strength. He was depressed with a bit of fear, and finally only left a sentence, "I want to tell the master that you beat someone!"

He ran away with his lunch box.

Wang Jueyi hurried to catch up, wondering if he could let the other party talk nonsense in front of the master.

Only the chicken legs left behind are not far from the ground and dare not touch the soil.

After evening class, Wang Fugui pushed open the vermilion door and shouted loudly, "Xiao Zhu, Xiao Zhu!"

"Come on, young master." A dark-skinned, good-looking girl who was two or three years older than Wang Fugui hurriedly came from the back room, and seeing the young master with blackened left eye socket couldn't help but said, "You and Wang Fugui again Did that poor and lowly slave fight?"

The young master of my own family is talented and intelligent, coupled with the fact that he was born with constant blessings, and he has almost never suffered a loss when he competes with others. But with Wang Juyi, it seems that he has met the nemesis of destiny. Even if he adds himself, he is always beaten by the other party tidy.

Xiao Zhu took out an egg from the back kitchen that was being boiled for Wang Fugui's meal after school, and complained, "Can't you stay away from that poor and lowly slave?"

"What do you know?" Wang Fugui said while slapping his eye sockets with eggs, "In this village, although that kid is poor and unreasonable, all the rest are elm lumps. He was able to talk to me."

"You are masochism, it is a disease, and it must be cured."

"Masochism?" Wang Fugui is used to hearing these strange words from Xiao Zhu's mouth. Although he has also asked Xiao Zhu, the son of the family does not know where he knows these words, just like It is common to be born with knowledge.

Suddenly, Xiao Zhu seemed to have thought of something, walked back into the room, brought out a pot of lotus flowers from the room, and placed it in front of Wang Fugui as if offering a treasure.

The whole body of the lotus is green and green, like a jade object, floating in the wind, it is really beautiful.

"Where did it come from?" When Wang Fugui saw the lotus in front of him, he was overjoyed, and even his left eye socket didn't hurt so much anymore.

"I picked it up."

"You picked it up?" Wang Fugui clapped his hands, "Well picked it up!"

Xiao Zhu smiled smugly, she did not pick this lotus from him, the young master and that poor slave did not deal with each other, of course she knew that she wanted to go to the poor slave's house to make trouble today, but who knew that the family was destitute and poor, and only The lotus in the water tank was very gratifying, so Xiao Zhu brought the lotus back.

Outside Wang's Village, a buddha met by chance.

The monk was dressed in rags and cassock, with shawls and long hair. His face was thin and black and blue, but there was a sense of cutting and cutting between his eyebrows and eyes. What was even more strange was that he was carrying an heavy sword on his back. The sword has no edge, and the hilt is half rotten.

The Taoist priest was wearing a lotus fortune robe, holding a jade ruyi of the same color of heaven and water in his hand. With a red face, he smiled and said to the monk, "Your Taoist face is hard to protect yourself. Why do you insist on accepting disciples and hurting others?"

Five years ago, the two also met here. Under the calculation of heaven, the two were destined to be apprentices. However, one of them went west and the other went east, and he found the real seed of merit, but the other only found a bad luck. Reminder, under the traction of Qi, my path is smooth, and I am only one step away from being ranked in the immortal class. However, the opponent has been killing and calamizing these years, with internal demons and external worries, I am afraid that there will not be a few days to live.

It really is due to the number of days, the Taoist thought proudly.

"There is a beginning and an end." The monk's lips moved slightly, and his voice was like a broken ancient bell. He ignored the Taoist who still wanted to speak, and went straight to the west of the village.

The Taoist curled his lips, and the bald donkey stiffened his mouth, and headed towards the east of the village.

In the evening, the great sun sets in the west and the silver moon rises in the east, which should be due to the number of days.