The old man looked at Yang Ji's expression, nodded, smiled and said nothing. In order to receive a qualified disciple and avoid losing the mantle, it is worthwhile to use some small means to be eclectic.
However, the next moment, something unexpected happened.
"teacher."
Yang Ji hesitated for a moment, then said:
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid it's hard for me to agree!"
With a simple sentence, the smile on the old man's face suddenly froze, and the atmosphere in the room fell silent. After being rejected by Yang Ji twice in a row, even the literary master could not let go.
"Why?"
The historian finally couldn't help but said, his eyes full of confusion. If he hadn't met someone he truly cherished, he wouldn't have lost face like this.
When he returned to Pingchuan City, he actually didn't have much hope. However, the facts surprised him unexpectedly. Whether it was the enlightenment and wisdom of the "Four Hearts of Confucianism" or the "years are cold, and then you know that the pines and cypresses will wither."
"His youthful ambition and achievements made him admire him endlessly.
However, "falling flowers are intentional, and flowing water is ruthless." After working as a literary scholar in Yanjing of the Han Dynasty for more than ten years, I never expected that I would encounter a nail in the body of a small "student".
Yang Ji sighed in his heart. He could feel the sincerity of the elder in front of him to promote the younger generation. Unfortunately, his ambition was not in literature from the beginning, and studying literature was just a helpless compromise.
"Teacher, it's not that students are arrogant. It's just that students don't have this ambition."
Yang Ji said something in his mind, and a burst of strong blood energy burst out from under his skin, which was extremely eye-catching in the room.
"Oh, that's it."
When the historian saw the intense blood, he didn't understand what was going on. He couldn't help but sigh deeply and felt sad.
Before Yang Ji revealed his martial arts cultivation, the historian still held some hope, thinking that Yang Ji might have something unspeakable. However, when Yang Ji revealed the martial arts blood in his body, the historian had completely understood his ambition.
In today's world, literature is declining while martial arts is flourishing. This is an indisputable fact. Yang Ji was obsessed with martial arts and had no intention of doing so. This is human nature and no one can blame him.
After all, no matter how much you study in the arts and how hard you work, you can only gain the reputation of a "scholar". At best, you can just be a "literary" like him. But the martial arts will never end. Martial Saint, Martial God,
How can literature and Taoism compare?
However, the historian still felt a little sad.
"Unexpectedly, it's still a missed opportunity."
The historian sighed in his heart. It was not easy to meet a qualified "student", but unexpectedly he would miss it.
"Yang Ji, you should be preparing to take the martial arts examination soon."
After the historian pondered for a moment, he said:
"I know what you are thinking. Nowadays, the power of literature is weak. It is normal for you not to want to study literature but to learn martial arts. I will not force you to become a disciple. However, I hope you can agree to my request."
Yang Ji was surprised, but he still agreed: "Teacher, please make it clear that if it can be done, the students will never refuse."
To be fair, the elder in front of him did have great love for him, and Yang Ji was not a ungrateful person. However, the old man's request was not excessive, and Yang Ji would not reject someone who was kind to him.
"Yang Ji, you have an excellent Wu surname and good qualifications. A person can write such a spiritual article by groping alone. This is not something everyone can do. You now think that martial arts is better than literary Dao, and you have a future.
, I won’t refute you. I just hope that while you practice martial arts, you don’t lose your civility.”
This request is reasonable and reasonable, and even Yang Ji cannot refuse.
"Teacher, don't worry, students should obey their orders."
Yang Jidao.
"Haha, okay. Your words are enough."
When the historian heard this, his eyebrows stretched and he laughed. As long as Yang Ji did not abandon his literary skills, he could pass on the mantle unknowingly. It didn't matter whether he had the title of teacher or student.
"Come, come, come!"
The historian was in a good mood after hearing Yang Ji's words:
"I'm so happy today. I also have a gift for you."
As the historian spoke, he took out a palm-sized dark box from his sleeve and gently placed it on the table in front of him, "Open it and take a look!"
"Snapped!"
The moment the wooden box was opened, a five-inch-high plume of purple air rose up and changed. The whole room suddenly became peaceful and peaceful. Yang Ji felt full of energy and felt refreshed as never before.
Yang Ji was surprised. When he looked closer, he felt that the purple air a few inches high was coming from an endless source, condensing and not dissipating. It contained infinite spiritual energy, and if he looked carefully, he could faintly see the majestic mountains and rivers in the purple air.
Moon Universe.
And at the bottom of all these "mountains, rivers and lands", Yang Ji saw a white piece of paper with an "X" on it, which looked like part of "you" and part of the word "文", lying quietly.
Bottom of box.
"What's this?"
Yang Ji was shocked and confused. In more than ten years, Yang Ji had never
"Oh, this is a fragment of the literary saint's pen and ink that I accidentally obtained during my more than ten years in Yanjing!..."
The historian's words stirred up a thousand waves. When he heard the words "Wen Sheng's pen and ink", Yang Jimeng opened his eyes wide, and there was a bang in his mind, and suddenly everything went blank.
I could only hear the historian's voice continuing:
"This character looks like the character 'you', but also resembles the character '文'. I have been studying it for seven or eight years, and I can only vaguely judge that this should be a gorgeous poem about mountains and rivers written by the literary saint. The pen, ink, knife and ax of the literary saint
Without it, water and fire cannot be immersed, it shines with the sun and the moon, and lasts forever with the heaven and the earth. However, this piece of literary sage's pen and ink is broken, and only such a small piece remains. The mystery of fate is indeed difficult to fathom..."
"The pen and ink of the literary saint is actually the pen and ink of the literary saint..."
Yang Ji's shock at this time was beyond words. He had read books about sages for eight years, so of course he knew what a "literary sage" was like.
But the Literary Saints have long been destroyed and have become legends of the last era. The stories about them are all illusions, and there is nothing to prove their true existence.
But now, he actually saw the "pen and ink of the literary saints" and the authentic works left by the "literary saints" who disappeared one by one!
——This is almost like a dream.
"Yang Ji, you know martial arts. Try cutting it and see."
Sitting on it, the historian knew that Yang Ji did not completely believe this.
Yang Ji took a deep breath and suddenly came to his senses. Yes, the legendary literary saint's pen and ink are mysterious and unpredictable, and it is still difficult to determine based on the historian's words alone.
The historian was a literary scholar and did not carry a knife with him. Yang Ji was not accustomed to using a broadsword, but this was not a problem for Yang Ji. When he raised his palm, it immediately turned into a palm knife.
The piece of paper was so light that it was not easy to bear force, but with Yang Ji's strength at this time, if he was about to strike, he might not be able to shatter a piece of paper.
However, something shocking happened. The thought of shattering the "literary pen and ink" just arose in Yang Ji's mind, but it immediately disappeared, as if the thought had never occurred to him.
Yang Ji once again tried to chop off the "Literary Saint's Pen and Ink" in front of him, but the idea disappeared again and he completely forgot his purpose.
All the hostility and murderous intent disappeared, and Yang Ji felt at peace in his heart.
Facing this small piece of paper, Yang Ji was shocked to find that the palm knife he made was completely unable to cut it.
"Now you understand why the literary sage's pen and ink are indestructible to fire and swords and axes. It's not that you can't hurt a piece of paper, but that in front of the literary sage, you simply can't think of taking action."
The historian's words came from the ears, and the faint voice was filled with indescribable shock...