Grandpa Mei made him laugh, and he looked a little like a cunning old fox with his eyes squinted. He looked at Mei Xi and said, "Of course, I can do it. What is the specific trick? Let me tell you when I am willing to teach you. Please take care of yourself."

Next, Mei Taigong talked about a lot of anecdotes about the ancient world of martial arts, and did not mention the spread of the Dharma again. Mei Xi was also interested in listening to it. He was just curious about two things at that time. One was what real skills would the great master teach him in the future? The other was why the spell of shrimps in the rice jar was called Shenxiao Tianlei, which had nothing to do with thunder in the sky? Mei Taigong just smiled and did not answer these two questions.

After dinner, Mei Xi asked again: "How did these eight gates of the world be passed down first?"

Mei Taigong looked up at Wu Meilin outside the door and replied thoughtfully: "So, according to old sayings, the ancestor of the eight gates of the rivers and lakes was the Qing Emperor Fuxi. In the prehistoric times, Fuxi drew the eight gates of the eight gates of the rivers and lakes. The directions of the eight gates of the rivers and lakes were divided into shock, wounds, opens, scenery, death, life, Du, and Xiu. It summarizes all the things in the world, and later generations evolved into the eight gates of the rivers and lakes."

Mei Xi opened her mouth: "It's so exaggerated? Isn't this the Eight Gate Bureau in Qimen Dunjia? Some of them are not suitable?" Mei Xi has been with his uncle Zheng Qian since he was a child, and he also knows some of these things.

Mei Taigong nodded: "It may indeed be a far-fetched understanding of later generations. I just told you about the eight major gates of ancient times, including various principles in the world, but the core knowledge is missing. What do you guess?"

Mei Xi shook her head: "I can't guess."

Mei Taigong: "It is the way of the gods and emperors. No one teaches this in the world, and there is no private study in ancient times. I am just an old man in the countryside, and I can't explain the knowledge of too profoundness."

Mei Xi asked while cleaning up the dishes, "Grandmaster, how did the spells you know pass on? Why have I never seen anyone who really knows spells?"

Mei Taigong: "Even if you see it, you don't know, because those who study the Fa have rules since ancient times, which are set by one person, and the spread of magic in our Mei family is also related to this person."

Mei Xi: "Who is it? It's so amazing!"

Mei Taigong: "This person is called Zhengyi Zushi. Legend has it that our ancestors of the Mei family are his disciples. He left this descendant in the Mei family. It has been 1,200 years since the Mei family rules. Children can walk around the world, but they cannot give up this homeland, nor can they cut off the inheritance. It is said that it is the legacy of Zhengyi Zushi... In fact, your strange origin may also be related to the legacy of this ancestor!"

Mei Xi was surprised: "My origin? What does it have to do with Master Zhengyi?"

Mei Taigong: "It's not time to tell you yet. You don't spread a word about Master Zhengyi and the things I know about magic today. Don't ask any questions about you. Don't worry, you will know what you should know sooner or later."

He knew Mei Xi's life experience himself. Is there any other origin? Of course he wanted to ask, but unfortunately, Mr. Mei refused to say more. Mei Xi could only get up and clean up the dishes and said, "What are the instructions of the great master?"

"There's nothing else. The jar of rice cannot be ruined. You ask Zhang Zhubian to pour out the rice and dry it in the yard, and pick out all the sand."

"Grandmaster, you know how to spell, why did you ask me to pick sand?"

Mei Taigong waved his hand: "You poured the sand, and you ate the shrimps. If you don't pick them, do you want me to pick them?"

Although the shrimp is delicious, it is too difficult to pick out the sand. If I had known it was so troublesome, Mei Xi would rather not eat this plate of shrimp. Since then, Mei Taigong never mentioned the preaching of the Dharma again, and Mei Xi was not good at asking. During the three years of high school in the county town, Mei Xi had not traveled much. As soon as the holiday was on, he was called home by his great master, teaching him the various techniques of the world of martial arts in the eight major gates, and introduced the various anecdotes of cheating in the world during the Republic of China. Mei Xi was a little confused about what the great master wanted to do. Do you want to train himself to be a big liar in the world? Later I figured it out, I guess the great master was afraid that he would suffer losses when he went out to make a fortune.

Three years have passed, and the high school has been completed. Before going to college, children nowadays have to take the college entrance examination, but also have to fill out their application applications, which determines what scores you take and what kind of school you can go to after you take the exam. Children in the city are very cautious in filling out application applications. Dad, mom, grandpa, grandma, grandma, grandma, and grandpa will collect various materials for a long time to discuss. Although Meixi's relatives are proficient in cheating, they are not good at filling out the college entrance examination applications seriously. Of course, Meixi went to ask Mei Taigong, the most knowledgeable and authoritative in the village.

Mei Taigong attached great importance to Mei Xi's college entrance examination application. It was the school that the old man chose himself. His method of choosing schools was very particular - sorted out in the order of the eight majors in the world. Mei Taigong first chose Jingmen, but Mei Xi told him that he would not teach these things in his current undergraduate major, so he would go to study Idiot - study medicine.

What kind of medicine should I learn? If you let Mei Taigong be the master, of course I will learn Chinese medicine! Where can I learn Chinese medicine? Of course, I go to Beijing. There are many famous doctors under the emperor's feet. If someone knows that Mei Taigong applied for Mei Xi like this, he would not consider the reputation of the school at all, whether Mei Xi's college entrance examination scores, whether the major is popular, future employment situation, etc., I would probably be stunned. Although Mei Taigong is an old man, he is a country man from the old society, and he doesn't know so much.

Meixi's college entrance examination scores were good, and he was admitted to the first choice for the first class. In this way, he was admitted to Beijing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine in a confused manner.

Meixi went to college and was originally a big deal in the Mei family. The villagers all prefer this fatherless and obedient orphan. This family prepared clothes and that family prepared bedding. Although the Mei family's children had traditional ways to go to the world after becoming adults, the meaning of going to college was different after all. Uncles and aunts also gathered money to get money, otherwise Meixi would not be able to report to Beijing.

Before leaving, Mei Taigong specifically instructed: "Child, you are from the Mei Family Yuan. The money that the villagers have raised for you and the love that they have treated you since childhood must not be forgotten. No matter how great your future is... I have told you a lot of things in the world in recent years. The real world is the whole world. You have to go out and take good care of yourself."

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One day in early September 2007, Mei Xi walked out of Beijing West Railway Station alone, two days earlier than the school pick-up time mentioned in the admission notice. The school start time for freshmen from major universities to start school. You can see many freshmen from colleges and universities that have not yet been registered as Beijing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Now is the peak of reporting on freshmen in college. You can see that many parents are carrying their children with their children, carrying large and small bags, and they look excited. It is obvious that the adults sent their children to Beijing to go to university. Mei Xi did not rush to leave the train station to report to the school, but stood there for a while and observed it, thinking that this occasion was a great opportunity to do "business".

When she first arrived in Beijing, Mei Xi thought about how to make some money by taking advantage of the current opportunities. Although the money raised by the villagers is enough for his first academic year, he still has to study in college for several years, and there are many other expenses. Mei Xi is always embarrassed to continue to trouble the villagers. The children of the Mei family pay attention to making money by themselves when they go to the world. Beijing is the world, and university is also a kind of world.

According to the genre of the world, first "look at the shed", and after seeing it, you have to "open the shed" - choose a good place to set up a venue. He chose a place, not in the railway station square, but left the square and walked left on a street side not far from the tunnel across the street. The sidewalks here are relatively wide and do not block the store next to the road. More importantly, most of the people coming and going here are college students and parents who come to report.

Meixi's large luggage was checked by train, and the luggage reported by freshmen in college will be sent to the school uniformly. The students themselves did not need to pick it up at the train station. He carried only a small travel bag with him. He took out a small bamboo pole more than one foot long from the travel bag, and one end of the bamboo pole was wrapped in cotton cloth. He took out a can and opened it, which contained white mortar with water - this is the pen and ink he used to write.

I forgot to introduce that although Mei Xi had just graduated from high school, she was already a "calligrapher" with some achievements. His calligraphy was derived from the true teachings of "famous masters" - Mei Taigong taught him step by step since childhood. He was the only one of the children of Mei Jiayuan who had received this treatment. He began to write works on the sidewalk with a bamboo pole pen dipped in white mortar, which was quite like the style of Mrs. Ouyang Gongtai in the Song Dynasty who painted the reeds.

"Dad, look over there, what is that person doing?"

"Huh? Is this performance art? The capital is different. As soon as I leave the train station, I meet the legendary performance artist... Good daughter, look, such beautiful calligraphy is rare."

Mei Xi was concentrating on writing when she suddenly heard the voices from behind. Looking back, a middle-aged man in his forties wearing glasses was carrying a travel bag with a mark on the bag with a new student in Peking University. He was holding an eighteen-nine-year-old girl in his right hand. At first glance, it was reported by his parents. The girl looked so cute in her delicate glasses, and was blinking her curious eyes at him.

"Two, I'm not an art person, I'm a beggar." Mei Xi showed an apology and smiled politely, explaining to them. At this time, his calligraphy works had been completed. It was a short article with passion and passion, briefly telling the story of an orphan from a poor village who strives to get into college. It introduces his cash-strapped situation and hopes that passers-by will give some love, and be kind to others is also a bond with goodness.

After writing the words, Mei Xi found two small stones nearby, placed his backpack at the base of the wall on the side of the road and sat down. He took out the university admission notice and opened it in front of him, pressed it with a small stone to prevent it from being blown away by the wind, and took out a piece of three good students' certificates of hard copper paper, folded it into a box and placed it next to the notice. In the center of the box, a small stone was pressed down, and then carefully placed several bills of different face value in the box. After thinking about it, he took out his ID card and placed it on the other side of the admission notice.

He was calm and orderly when doing these things, and he was stunned by the father and daughter. The girl asked, "Classmate, are you...?"

Mei Xi made a very ashamed expression and lowered her head and said, "I'm begging, sorry, I'll make you laugh."

The middle-aged man pulled his daughter and signaled her not to ask. After looking at her questionable eyes for a long time, he finally showed sympathy. He opened his wallet and said nothing. He took a fifty note and put it in a cardboard box. He sighed and pulled his daughter away. Mei Xi immediately stood up, bowed to their backs and said, "Thank you, kind-hearted person, I will not forget your help! Can you leave a contact information so that I can pay back the money in the future?"

The middle-aged man turned around and waved his hand and said, "No, young man, please do it yourself."

"Dad, can he be a liar? There are often reports like this in the newspapers." The girl asked her father in a low voice.

Her father also replied in a low voice: "No, I have never seen such a liar, notice, certificate, and ID card, none of them look fake... This young man is amazing."

"What's so great about begging?"

Her father smiled: "Baby, dad asked you, if you encounter any difficult things in the future, can you put your face down like him?"

The girl pouted: "Why am I begging for food? Just call my family. Now the bank transfers are very fast!"

"Oh, I'm not referring to beggars."

The father and daughter were walking away while talking. Mei Xi took advantage of the fact that no one picked up the bill and took it to the sunlight quickly, then put it in the wallet, and the paper box was still the same as before. There were things to do on the streets. Usually, beggars held a bowl in their hand and always put some change in the bowl. There were some details about putting money in it, and they could not be more or less.

If you put too much, you will give people a hint - "It turns out that everyone only gives this little, I will be generous even if I throw a slap in it!" Of course, this won't work. If you put too much, you will give people another impression - "The beggars are more money than me, so why should I pretend to be big?" This is even more unsatisfactory. You should place a few bills of different denominations in the most eye-catching position according to your psychological expectations and "market judgment", as a psychological suggestion, for example, Meixi put two twenty and two ten yuan bills.

Another important thing is that adding some coins with very small face value stimulates people's sympathy. It makes people think of it at first glance: "How can someone give such a poor child?" So I gave ten yuan or twenty yuan. Although I don't have much money, I also feel the satisfaction of doing "great kindness" and compared those who give coins. In short, the world is full of knowledge, and there are many things that are important to beg for begging among the eight major gates of the world.

Although Mei Xi knew the qualities of begging, it was his first time to come to a big place like Beijing, so he didn't know the situation. There was no such thing as him who openly set up a stall and beg for food near Beijing West Railway Station. Isn't this affecting the appearance of the city? Some people who ask for money in the railway station square and waiting hall were begging for everyone while they were moving, and they set up a stage to beg for begging directly. Mei Xi was lucky, and she sat here for a long time before she was noticed.

Finally, a man in a police uniform walked over from the direction of the train station with majestic steps. Mei Xi had noticed him from the corner of his eyes. It was probably the policeman on duty who maintained order near the train station, but he still felt ashamed and lowered his head and pretended not to see it. Until a pair of black leather shoes appeared in front of him, he shouted in a heavy voice: "What are you doing? Why are you begging for food next to Xijia Station?"

Mei Xi stood up in surprise, but her expression was not panicked, she did not run or retreat. When you walk in the rivers and lakes, you must not panic. If you show a fluttering expression, you will have to be in trouble even if you don’t break the law. Mei Xi looked at the police officer with a look of help and replied in a low voice: "Uncle Police, I have nothing to do, I just want to ask kind-hearted people for help."

"What's not doing? I've seen many scammers like you. Be honest. Believe it or not, I can send you to Changhe to sifte the sand!" The policeman said in a mocking tone, bent down and took his admission letter and ID card, twisted it in his hand for a long time, and then looked slightly surprised. How can these two things be seen? They are not fake - they are real. Although there are many fake certificates on the market now, in the eyes of the police on duty at a railway station, the authenticity of the new version of the ID card can still be distinguished. Look at the admission letter this year, and the name and ID card can match it.

Mei Xi saw the small change in the police expression, and there was room for negotiation. He quickly explained: "Uncle Police, I am not a liar, I am a college student who just passed the exam this year. If you don't believe it, you can call the school to ask, and my ID is also true."

The policeman's expression eased a little, and he threw the ID back to Mei Xi, staring at Mei Xi with his eyes as if he was looking at a monster: "Are you really a student who comes to report? This is the first time I have encountered a student like you. Whenever I arrive in Beijing, I beg for food? Where are your parents?"

Mei Xi drooped her eyelids and pointed to the ground: "I have no father or mother, I have written them all here."

The police then moved his feet back and looked carefully at the lines of words that he had just stepped on on the ground, and said with a hint of unbearable expression: "If you are saying it is true, it is quite pitiful, but begging is not allowed in this place. If you have any difficulties, you should find a school to solve it... Alas, it is such a good word, much better than the word "my son's dog-drawn word."

Mei Xi said weakly: "Uncle policeman, I was wrong, I have caused you trouble. Thank you for reminding me... Is your son also going to school?"

The police replied subconsciously: "I'm in my second year of high school and I'm about to take the college entrance exam. Unfortunately, I'm not very good at grades and are naughty. I don't want to listen to anything I say... Child, I don't want to make things difficult for you, pack up and leave." His tone showed a little embarrassed to come.

Of course Mei Xi found out and immediately asked tentatively: "Uncle, I'm a little tired. Can I sit on the side of the road and rest for a while?"

What's wrong with this? The policeman was stunned: "Of course."

Mei Xi pointed to the lines in front of him again: "Do you need me to wipe it off?"

The police also reacted and glared at Mei Xi. Mei Xi lowered her head and looked obedient. The police smiled helplessly: "Don't rush to wipe such good words. Just sit and rest. You can leave after resting. You can't come again tomorrow. In fact, you can apply for a student loan. I heard that universities now have these policies."

When the police left, Mei Xi breathed a sigh of relief and sweated. Since ancient times, there are many evil people in the six doors, and it has never been difficult to talk to. If this policeman was going to make things difficult, Mei Xi would never talk back. He quickly admitted his mistake and packed up his things and left, and opened it in a different place. Today he met a kind person!

As the police just left, another old man wearing an old silk shirt and gray hair stopped in front of Mei Xi. After watching for a long time, he pulled out a hundred-dollar bill. He did not throw the money into the cardboard box, but bent down and put it in. Mei Xi quickly stood up and bowed to thank him. The old man smiled and said, "Young man, don't thank me. The money is given to this letter on the ground. The font of Zhu Suiliang in the Tang Dynasty is not simple, not simple!"

Beijing is so big, and there are all kinds of people. This is the largest denomination bill Meixi received today, so she quickly picked it up and put it in her pocket. After a day, Meixi had a lot of harvest. When it was getting dark, it earned a total of 1,328 yuan and 40 cents. If other professional beggars know about it, they will definitely be envious.

Not every beggar can get so much money a day. Meixi relies on the right time and place and people, and only opens the shed after seeing it. First of all, he chose the peak period for college students to report, and near the train station, the freshmen and parents who came and reported were coming and going. In that way, a letter was written on the roadside, and the admission letter for this year was placed. People who came and went to the crowd could not dissatisfied with it. This was also a child who came to college, who put his heart in his heart, and even if he couldn't tell the truth and the false, he was willing to give a little kindness at this time.

No matter who gave the money, Mei Xi would stand up and bow politely to thank him, sitting down again and again. Why didn't he bother to stand? He would just stand up and bow all the time? He stood up and bowed from the ground and seemed formal and sincere. No matter how much the pedestrians gave, even if it was just a dime, Mei Xi would stand up and bow thank him without any dissatisfaction. There were only a few ladies who didn't give much money at the beginning, which made Mei Xi feel embarrassed to bow politely, and blushed and threw down another piece of paper money and left.

The key techniques among the eight major sects of the world are divided into two types: "good things" and "evil things". Meixi is a typical good things today. The trick to good things is to be kind to others. What is the point here? That is, it is necessary to make the donors gain something, and to make them feel satisfied in doing good things, rather than being deceived by their conscience. This is very important! It not only concerns the job and living space of the people in the world, but also contributes one's own strength to the construction of socialist spiritual civilization.

Perhaps in the eyes of some people, Mei Xi is embarrassing to do this. But Mei Xi would not think so, not because he is a very thick-skinned person. He grew up in the world and had seen through these things long ago. Since he accepted the money raised by the villagers, he should be able to accept the kindness of strangers. This is not essentially different from accepting donations from charitable agencies. Besides, he did not lie, and those who do good deeds also gain their own gains. After all, it is because the money in his pocket is indeed not enough to spend money on college, and he has no other means of making a living when he first arrives in Beijing.

If it weren't for the prying shed (commonly known as smashing the field), Meixi's begging income this day might have set a higher record. Even the police didn't care who would come to pry the shed? Meixi was lucky enough to meet his college counselor, Miss Qu. This accident was also among the various possibilities of Meixi's calculations.

"How can you do this? Don't look at both sides, you are talking about you! It's not enough that you're lying to our school!" Just as the sun set, a slander came from front of you. Mei Xi looked up and saw a very beautiful woman.

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PS: A new book has been opened, and there are many friends who come to leave messages to congratulate you. I am grateful! Unfortunately, the book "Lingshan" was newly opened this week and there is no data last week. According to the starting point, the number of essences in the author's weekly is converted based on the recommendations and click data last week, so there are only a few essences in his hand, so he simply won't add more essences this week. When I make up for it again next week, I will be the customers, so I can't be more favorable to one and the other.

We should have thanked each other, but we really can't take care of it. Thank you here. If you have any rude greetings, please forgive me!
Chapter completed!