Chinese Confucian Temple.
On the steps, Old Master Li took a break from his busy work and smoked a dry cigarette.
The weather is a bit stuffy, and the summer sun shines on the world like warm wine.
A thin old man ran over from the corridor. When the gentlemen and sages on the road saw the old man, they all called him Literary Sage. The old man would nod vigorously every time without delaying his steps. He sat on the side of the steps and raised his eyebrows at Old Master Li.
Thumbs up and said with a smile: "Justice! Thanks."
Old Master Li waved the smoke and said, "In a Confucian temple where sages gather, what's the point of asking for a word of thanks for just saying something fair?"
The old scholar chuckled and said, "You are known to be boring and difficult to deal with. I have nothing to talk about. Why are you taking it seriously?"
Old Master Li asked doubtfully: "It's such a big good thing, why didn't you rush over to join in the fun?"
The old scholar snorted without saying any reason.
Old Master Li was silent for a moment, knocked his cigarette pole against the steps, and said, "It's summer, Mr. Wen Sheng, would you like to hear some words about winter?"
The old scholar immediately raised his hand and said, "Don't talk! Don't listen!"
Old Master Li thought to himself and said: "With no one to rely on, and empty hands, it is hard to break into a new realm. There is a world and a different world. It is not easy."
The old scholar hurriedly tried to dissuade him: "Okay, okay. I'll save the rest of what I said. On such a great day, Mr. Li, please don't say anything bad to spoil my mood. If you dare to spoil my mood, I will go."
Ruin your private stash of tobacco. When we scholars speak, every spit is like a nail!"
Old Master Li continued: "The further you go up, the more firmly you have to stand."
"Two empty fists hold the past and present, hold life and death in hand, and hold the light of the sword. Once you succeed, you must be willing to let go."
"A bamboo stick carries the wind and the moon, carries fame and wealth, and carries the current situation. It must also be able to rest its shoulders when tied to it."
So that's it. The old scholar smiled leisurely and said: "This is a good order, good. I always say that Mr. Li, you have great respect for my knowledge, but you are thin-skinned and hide it deeply. Those young people never believe it."
After all, if the order is different, it will have completely different meanings.
The old scholar slapped his knees, yes, it doesn't matter if you do something to be confident in the future, it doesn't matter because you have done something with a clear conscience.
Old Master Li said: "Whether I admire your lineage of knowledge or not, it depends on the human heart. Anyway, I know very well that several of your students value my knowledge."
The old scholar was just about to spit out the fragrance, but he heard Old Master Li say: "The title of gentleman and wise man, or being a nominal deputy head of the academy, or even being the secretary of the academy, even if the Confucian Temple wants to give it, you still have to persuade me.
Don't accept closed disciples, it's not interesting at all, it will only add a lot of burden in vain."
The old scholar said "Oh", and it was difficult to answer the call for a while. "A gentleman, a sage, a deputy commander or something like that is indeed meaningless, but the academy secretary still needs to consider it, right?"
I never thought that Old Master Li would blow out a smoke ring and hold a tobacco stick in his hand, and what he said next would make even an old scholar who has seen big storms stunned.
"Let me see, the Confucian Temple is still too petty, and the ritual saints are not right. If you really want to give him a Confucian identity, why bother? Be more generous and directly give him a deputy leader of the Confucian Temple."
The old scholar was stunned, and quickly reached out and slapped Old Master Li on the mouth, and muttered in a panic: "I don't want to talk about it, I don't want to talk about this!"
Several Confucian scholars from the Confucian Temple who wanted to consult with Old Master Li were even more shocked when they saw this scene. Even if they didn't have a good conversation, why did the Confucian Master still get involved?!
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There are five gates with the highest standards in the capital. After passing this gate, you will reach the palace city. As a rule, only the emperor can pass through the tallest and widest central gate, but today Emperor Song He and Chen Ping'an are walking in this doorway together.
It is not easy to go through the slightly shorter gates on both sides. Either you have a good pregnancy and you will be a relative of the emperor when you are born, or your official fortune is good enough to be able to be a minister and a minister, and you can truly achieve the ultimate position.
The onlookers on both sides of the royal road in the imperial city at the back all guessed that the two groups of sword immortals went through these two gates. The court did not show any disrespect. However, the Song family of Dali made an exception again. The two groups of sword immortals did not change their route, but went straight.
Following His Majesty the Emperor and the new Imperial Advisor, we walked on this doorway.
The emperor values ​​heroes.
After a brief silence, the entire capital instantly erupted into bursts of more enthusiastic shouts, "Da Li, Da Li!"
Inside, the light was a little dim and obviously a little cooler than outside. Guo Du turned to his Taoist companion and asked softly: "Are you okay?"
Ling Xun smiled and said: "It's the first time I see so many people. I'm really nervous. But it's okay. I just stare at your back and recite a few Taoist instructions silently in my heart."
Just because Ling Xun has a strange habit, she gets nervous when there are many people. And once it reaches a certain critical point, Ling Xun will become another person with an extreme personality. She will be extremely violent with her sword, and her killing power will also be
A lot higher, close to the fairyland.
There are also some great dynasty cities in the wild world. There are a large number of monster monks who have cultivated human form. They walk around everywhere, but Ling Xun never sets foot. I remember that when Guo Du first met Ling Xun, it was in a completely
The Immortal Dojo was reduced to ruins, a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. There were no corpses of hundreds of monks in the Immortal Mansion. All they could see was a female swordsman who looked like a murderous god, full of evil aura. Her face was filled with tears and regret, and she was posing in a horizontal posture.
The posture of killing oneself with a sword... Ling Xun, who had regained his senses, still did not forget to dissuade Guo Du to stay away from this place and not get close to her. At that time, Guo Du's idea was simple, killing anyone in the wilderness was not killing, it was a good thing.
Whether he left the wilderness and came to Haoran, entered Nanbosu Island to become a genealogical monk of the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect, or joined Luolu Mountain out of nowhere to participate in this celebration, Ling Xun was a husband and wife, and had no objections. Ling Xun had never been there.
The battlefield, like the Taoist companion Guo Du, is not well known in the wilderness. He has always used seeking secluded places to explore and set foot in the secrets of ruins as his "Daoist" pleasures besides sword refining and practice.
But for some unknown reason, Guo Du has not given Qi Tingji the map of Kantu that he spent hundreds of years carefully drawing. Guo Du didn't tell him why, and Ling Xun didn't ask.
Guo Du said from his heart: "I can't believe in Qi Tingji who does not seek fame but only values ​​reality. So I want to enter the Longxiang Sword Sect and see Qi Tingji's conduct in life with my own eyes before I make a decision. I'm afraid that Qi Tingji will be forced by the situation.
A hero once is to become a hero who can overturn the world in the future."
In the last offensive and defensive battle of the Great Wall of Swords, only Qi Tingji, one of the three old swordsmen with outstanding military exploits, retreated, Dong Sangen died in battle, and Chen Xibing was reincarnated. In addition, Nalan Shaowei relied on a long-life lamp to continue his life, and even
Even the old deaf child has fallen into a state of decline.
Ling Xun, who was not familiar with the world, asked curiously: "Do Zhu Su and Jin Zircon have the same thoughts as your husband?"
Guo Du explained helplessly: "It's different. They sincerely surrendered to Qi Tingji. They only told the identity of the first-level Wen Sheng gate disciples and scared off Gao Shuang and Huang Ling. Who would want to get involved too deeply with the Confucian Temple? The first-level hidden
official status
, which also made Mei Kong feel wary. Coupled with the relationship between Zhu Su and Zhu An, as well as Xiao Xun's grudges with Zuo Zuo, Chen Ping'an was both a hidden official and Zuo Zuo's junior brother. Putting himself in Zhu Su's shoes, I would also have to do it.
My heart beats with drums."
In Guo Du's eyes, generally speaking, the monks in the wild world pay more attention to their sect's orthodoxy than Haoran, but they have almost no concept of family and country. Since the concept of family and country is extremely weak, how can we talk about "the world"? Haoran Tianxia
At the end of the day, it is important to say that "every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world." If the completely different posthumous names of Xun Yuan and Wanyan Laojing still lead to success and defeat, then the harsh criticism of Chen Chun'an, a mellow scholar, is well worth it.
Having fun.
As for the local sword cultivators of the Great Sword Qi Wall, their view is very simple. Anyway, neither side is a good bird, so it’s none of my business. If the barbarian army can bypass the Great Sword Qi Wall and directly invade Haoran Jiuzhou, do you think Guo Du and the others will not care about it? Xiao Xiao
Xun, Zhang Lu, the others, and the one who is said to have assassinated Xin at the top of the city.
As the swordsman of Yin Guan Chen Pingan, Guo Du does not necessarily regard them as enemies. In fact, quite a few private swordsmen were able to leave the wilderness alive or are still hiding there, all thanks to Xiao Xun
The late official did not report what she knew, and she deliberately turned a blind eye.
When Zhu Su's Taoist heart became stable, Qi Tingji smiled and asked Zhu Su in a heartfelt voice, "How is the effect?"
Zhu Su calmed down his mind and said in high spirits, "Excellent. The effect is even better than grinding out a large piece of the Dragon Slaying Platform."
It turns out that one of Zhu Su's natal flying swords is called "San Lai". The tempering of the flying sword is related to all the sounds in the world. It is attributed to Lu Chen who first proposed the three sounds of heaven, earth and man.
In order to improve the quality of this natal flying sword, Great Wall once specialized in the study of music, but the benefits were limited and could not support her to break the Nascent Soul Bottle.
neck, she turned to the battlefield again, and finally took the initiative to serve as a private sword, sneaking into the wilderness, which was regarded as a balance between public and private matters. For a Jade Pure Realm sword cultivator who travels around the world, the sounds of nature are easy to seek, and the sounds of earth are common, but only humans
Lai, it turned out to be difficult. You must know that Zhu Su once became so cruel that he decided to give up his physical body and almost turned to become a god, but was dissuaded.
Just now, the whole capital was roaring with a "roll call" like a tsunami. Gao Shuang and the others just had their own thoughts, and they all had a deeper understanding and feeling of Haoran, Dali, and Chen Ping'an. However, Zhu Su had the exclusive opportunity.
With the right time, place and people, we can actually practice swordsmanship in seclusion. The key is that the roads are smooth, droughts and floods ensure harvests, and we can enjoy the success of swordsmanship with bamboo! There are nearly a million people, almost everyone has no distracting thoughts, and at the same time they shout the true name of "Zhusu",
If this is not a piece of human nature, what is?
Moreover, under Qi Tingji's suggestion, of course he chose Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao intentionally or unintentionally, helped explain a few words, and suggested that the sword cultivators each dedicate a ray of their minds to attach their names to Zhu Su's flying sword.
This move is like writing an article on paper and inscribing it on a stele, like a monk living in a tin teaching Dharma, like a Taoist priest borrowing a temple to rest and "giving his name" to the owner. Then the bamboo with this natal flying sword is like the landscape spirit in the temple.
, enjoying the most exquisite incense alone.
Zhu Su was so excited that he couldn't contain his excitement and said with a trembling voice: "There is hope for breaking through."
The local sword cultivators of the Great Wall of Sword Qi are obsessed with the Immortal Realm beyond the imagination of the outside world.
Qi Tingji reminded: "The proposal was made by me. This 'shrine' is not a dojo but is built by Chen Ping'an. Of course, the first one to agree to this without hesitation was Mr. Xiao Mo."
If Xiao Mo, who was called at that time, remained silent and chose to turn a deaf ear, then Xie Gou would definitely follow and pretend not to hear anything. After that, the choice of Mi Yu, Jiang Shangzhen and these old people from the mountain would be obvious. Even if Qi Tingji takes the lead
Lu Zhi, who signed her name to San Lai and stood behind him, might not follow his instructions given her usual character. Even if Gao Shuang and the others were nostalgic for the past, and including Mei Dandang, they would still be greatly reduced. It is estimated that they would not be able to have the best performance so far.
When 30% of the best results are achieved, it is time to burn the bamboo with high incense.
Zhu Su nodded and said: "I know it well!"
To be continued...