"When the saint's disciples returned home, they passed by the market one day and heard an argument between a cloth buyer and the shopkeeper. The cloth buyer shouted loudly: 'Thirty-eight is twenty-three, why do you charge me twenty-four?'
The shopkeeper of the cloth shop argued hard and went back to listen for a while. Then he walked up to the cloth buyer and saluted him, saying, 'Brother, thirty-eight is twenty-four, how can it be twenty-three? You made a mistake in your calculations.'
The cloth-buying customer was unconvinced and pointed at Hui's nose and said: 'Who do you think you are? You can only judge by a sage. Only a sage has the final say on whether it is right or wrong! Let's go and ask him to judge!'
He replied: 'What should a sage do if he says that you are wrong?'
The cloth buyer said, "If you judge me wrong, you will lose my head. What if you are wrong?"
He replied: 'If I am wrong, I will lose my crown.'"
The two made a bet and went up the mountain to find the sage. The sage asked about the situation and smiled at Hui: 'Thirty-eight is twenty-three! Hui, you lose, take off the crown and give it to others.'
Hui never quarreled with the saint. When he heard the saint commenting that he was wrong, he took off his hat and handed it to the cloth buyer honestly. The man took the hat and walked away proudly. Hui obeyed the saint's judgment on the surface, but in his heart
But he couldn't figure it out. He thought that the saint Hutu was a saint, so he no longer wanted to follow the saint for advice..."
Rong Shuzhi, a Confucian scholar from the Eastern Continent, told the story of "The Saint and the Hui" in a soothing tone to the many children and teenagers studying in the academy.
After telling the part about "Don't hide under the thousand-year-old tree, and don't do anything to kill people who don't know it", I went back to the mountain again and asked the sage for advice. The sage said, "Which one is more important, the head or the crown? If you lose, you can only lose a crown, that person
If you lose, you will lose your life.” This is until you bow down and apologize.
There was a murmur of "I see" in the school.
Several short stories are full of twists and turns, fascinating and interesting, and the truth is simple and clear. What is rare is the benevolence and righteousness in which the small is seen in the big. Children and teenagers like to listen to it and accept it easily.
The academy gentlemen, master and others who were watching showed understanding smiles on their faces and were filled with admiration.
Lu Changyuan, Gu Qingrong and other monks walked in wearing Confucian robes, and met Rong Shuzhi, who had an impressive temperament.
Lu Changyuan also recognized the fifth-level Confucianism cultivator in front of him who had traveled from the Eastern Continent. He was the once fat young man who he wanted to take as his disciple but could not. He felt very sorry in his heart. He blamed Zhang Wenfeng for getting in the way and hiding the young man.
Get up and let him have no master-disciple relationship with the young man he fell in love with at first sight.
A good seedling has grown up.
"Mr. Rong is a great talent. He explains the saint's knowledge of 'seeing the subtleties' in a simple and profound way. Lu admires him!"
"Mr. Lu is polite, but Mr. Rong is showing off and disturbing all of you."
"Mr. Rong is humble, please move to Haoran Academy. Lu has been having doubts in his heart for many years that cannot be answered. I would like to ask Mr. Rong for advice. Please feel free to give me some advice."
Lu Changyuan sincerely invites you.
These days, he heard that the fifth-level Confucian cultivators who traveled to the Eastern Continent were giving lectures to Meng Tong in various academies and schools. They were all such small stories, which were very popular among the students in academies and schools. This kind of spread
The sage's way of learning made his eyes light up.
Literary destiny is elusive and difficult to grasp, but it actually exists.
He discovered things that he had ignored before. Mr. Rong's method of promoting the saint's "benevolence and righteousness", "rules", "rituals" and other knowledge helped him find a new direction.
Rong Shuzhi said a few polite words and followed the others.
Inspired by Zhang Guanzhu's teachings to his apprentices, he spent a lot of time compiling many unofficial stories about saints that were circulated among the people or recorded in ancient books. Even if they could not reach the upper echelons of society, it would be enough if they could gain real benefits.
Short story, university question.
Thousands of people with different faces, each with different feelings.
…
Zhang Wenfeng spent most of the day reading the books copied by his disciples. During the rest of the time, in addition to normal homework, practice, feeding the subdued Li Huo, and understanding the rules of the sword, he was sorting out and thinking about some of the spells and experiences he had learned from the books.
Occasionally, when I have free time, I discuss the cultivation insights with Jindan monks such as Zhou Fushi, Su Xianyuan, Wan Boqi, etc., and give advice on the cultivation issues of Su Qin, Ge Xiaoxing and others.
He stands at a different height. Compared with the obscurity and ambiguity in the classics, what he talks about is as straightforward as possible. Unless it involves the direction of the avenue and the origin inheritance, he does not hesitate to speak what he can.
A year passed in the blink of an eye. By feeding a large amount of fire crystals, wood fire, etc., the refining and weak Li Huo finally recovered part of its vitality and was no longer sickly.
Zhang Wenfeng put the fingers of his right hand together like a sword and waved lightly towards the empty space in front of the sword platform.
There was a glimmer of hair-like light in the air, and the huge stone a hundred feet away that had been struck by his sword before burst out with fire, "booming", countless gravels flew, and the stone that was more than twenty feet in size disappeared.
It disappeared, leaving behind a huge crater that was filled with white gas. The blazing high temperature burned the air and distorted it, but it did not affect the nearby trees and grass ten feet away.
"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Zhang, your swordsmanship talent is so enviable. Through the refining of this Lihuo, you have mastered the power of the rules of the 'Lihuo Sword Intent', and you are so domineering with the power of condensing fire into a sword!"
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Within the condensed water droplet, Yu Mengchang's subtle voice came out.
The smile on Zhang Wenfeng's lips widened and he said: "I have just begun to understand a little bit. Compared with the power of the rules of the Flowing Water Sword Intent, each has its own merits, and its attack power is even better."
He ignored Li Huo, who was entangled in the fire beads and became sick and dying. As long as he couldn't use it, he would use Li Huo to death.
Mo Duo had nothing to say to Yi Huo who was pretending to be pitiful. He knew that the little thing was not convinced by him.
The power of the Lihuo Sword Intent has many rules, including filial piety, violence, docility, flexibility, changeability, etc. He is currently able to understand the violence, and it is easy to destroy but difficult to build, which is an unexpected surprise.
"You Lao, how is the refining of the Soul-Gathering Wooden Sword going?"
The Earth Protector worked hard to dig out the soul-gathering tree from the ruins of Caomuling Secret Realm. Zhang Wenfeng selected a complete trunk and asked Mr. You to help him refine it into a sword. Later, he had to carve runes on both sides of the wooden sword himself.
, the mantra, and then use Yuan Qi to slowly warm it up, and move the wisp of natal sword energy that resides in the Xuanyuan Sword to the Soul-Gathering Wooden Sword.
It took decades of hard work to temper the wooden sword into his natal sword.
The word "natal" is related to the future of the road.
"Don't worry, you can't be careless in refining the Soul-Gathering Wooden Sword. I have to spend more time processing the materials. The Dragon Claw Blood Blade is almost ready for soul imbuing."
You Mengchang said and fell into silence again.
…
In the dusk, Camelback Mountain is thirty miles away.
Chen Qingqiao stood on the rock, with white mist steaming all over his body. He was struggling against the influence of the evil spirit of the dragon soul. With the help of the unparalleled pressure exerted on him by the old dragon, he endured pain and tempered his soul and body.
Opportunities often coexist with dangers, and he chooses to look for opportunities amidst dangers.
The insidious old dragon would occasionally burst out suddenly and try to drag him into a situation where he would never be able to recover, but every time he would escape "by the narrowest of margins", and the two sides seemed to be exhausted by their rivalry.
Evenly matched, the dangers are unknown to outsiders.