It was noon, the sky was high and the clouds were clear, and several rows of birds were flying in the sky. Under the blue sky, only a majestic pavilion could be seen, located in the northwest of the Defeng Ancient Road building complex, with withered beams and painted buildings, antique style.
The silver hook and iron painting on the plaque is inscribed with the four words "All things are truly hidden", which is the foundation of the lineage of Confucian saints and Mingde.
The figure standing in front of the attic was wearing a loose gown, with long orange hair hanging naturally. He did not look like a person from the Central Plains. He was holding a food box in his hand, and his eyes looking at the attic were somewhat inquisitive.
He had only heard about this place, but now he had seen it with his own eyes.
The appearance of this attic is only preserved as a souvenir. It is said that the interior has been expanded and expanded, and it has completely turned into a secret cultivation realm. It was Kaiwu Tiangong who made the final improvements to it.
Withdrawing his gaze, the Yongye playwright stepped into the attic.
Suddenly, the scene before his eyes changed, and he felt that he was in an extremely vast and strange space. The first thing that caught his eye was a clear and clear lake, with an extremely huge building covering the center of the lake.
After his spiritual thoughts swept over it, the Yongye playwright realized that the building was a huge platform, more than a hundred feet wide, divided into three parts by concentric circles carved with strange patterns.
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On the outermost circle of the platform, there are dozens of stone pillars, on which one after another Confucian classics are engraved; on the inner circle of the stone pillars, four trapezoidal towers stand staggered, and on the outside of each trapezoidal tower, there are From the two stone statues climbing up the tower, it can be easily inferred from the inscriptions on the side that these statues are pilgrims of Confucianism.
There are sword marks left on those trapezoidal towers, which look somewhat similar to the famous Tianjian Peak of Yunhai Xianmen. Confucian scholars in twos and threes are sitting around, meditating and practicing.
At the core of the platform, there stood a strange building that led to nowhere. It looked a bit like a staircase, but it was paradoxical.
A white marble obelisk was erected in the open space in front of the building, with an introduction to the Vientiane Zhenzang, its history, and how to use some of the facilities engraved on it.
There are five floors inside the Wanxiang Zhenzang, which record almost all the classics of the lineage of Confucian saints and Mingde. The higher the floor, the more profound the classics, and the better the amplification effect brought by the Mysterious Chapters of Confucianism. The strange building is the gateway to Higher level channels.
The Yongye playwright looked around and saw wide corridors surrounding the walls, connecting the quiet rooms one after another.
At this moment, a gentle voice came:
"Sir, is this your first time here?"
At this point, the Yongye playwright just turned his eyes away. The place where he was standing at the moment was a ferry. Next to the ferry, there was a square counter that resembled the Misery Inn, and two figures were sitting behind the counter.
The speaker was a middle-aged man in a brown shirt wearing a hood, and beside him was an old man in white with white beard and hair.
On the eucalyptus frame behind the two people, there are nameplates one after another.
"Yes, I just officially took office recently." As he said that, Yongye Playwright approached the counter and took out his identity certificate.
This was done for him by Fei Feijun after he officially joined the job.
Gengmengdie took the voucher and after confirming it was correct, handed it back to the other party: "I wonder which floor you want to go to, sir?"
"Is Yu Xiaoyao on the top floor?" Yongye playwright took the certificate.
The white-haired old man waved his hand, and a nameplate flew out from the eucalyptus stand and landed in front of the Yongye playwright.
"With this thing, sir, you can browse all the books in the collection, and you can also go straight to the top floor through the stairs." Gengmengdie introduced: "But when you leave, you need to return the nameplate to this place. If you want to borrow classics, you also need to come to the individual to register."
The relevant rules and regulations within the Wanxiang Zhenzang are still very comprehensive. Lin Chongyang has said hello before about Yu Xiaoyao.
"Excuse me, thank you."
The Yongye playwright took the nameplate, thanked him, and walked to the edge of the ferry. He saw a small boat rising slowly. After he boarded it, it took him to the platform.
If he had sensed correctly just now, the white-haired old man was not a living being, but more like a weapon spirit.
After all, it is the place where the foundation lies, so it is not incomprehensible.
After successfully boarding the platform, Yongye Playwright did not linger and rushed directly to the building in the center called the staircase. He had just seen what he needed to see. He was now going to deliver food to Yu Xiaoyao who was in confinement.
During the process, he would also see Confucian scholars in twos and threes. This was only the first floor. He had not forgotten that there were five floors in total.
After sensing the nameplate, the "staircase" engraved patterns on it and began to emit light.
Immediately, the Yongye playwright felt his body light up, and the next moment he appeared in a new space.
Looking at it, the overall structure is similar to the first floor. There are three stone tablets standing in the center. One is written for Tianyi Fengfu, one is written for Junzifeng, and the other is written for Tianren Jianji.
On the back of the stone tablet, detailed information about the move is engraved, including the creator and concept, etc.
this……
This move is too magnanimous.
He considers himself to be an expert, and can be said to be well-informed. Other families' inheritances are all wished to be covered up by themselves, and they will not be seen by others if they can. This kind of openness is shown openly, and it is specially marked with This is the first time Yongye playwright has seen the detailed explanation.
Almost at the same time, he sensed the location of the quiet room where Yu Xiaoyao was imprisoned, because there was the sword intention left by Lin Chongyang on the door.
Li Yuan, soar, land.
The nameplate responded, and the originally closed stone door slowly opened.
There was a figure among them, lying on the ground bored, with a bright sword standing next to him.
"Huh? Yongye, why are you here?" Yu Xiaoyao was a little surprised when he turned around and saw the person coming.
The Yongye playwright picked up the food box and said, "I'm here to bring you food."
“What’s good today?!”
Hearing this, Yu Xiaoyao immediately became energetic and stood up from the ground.
Stepping into the quiet room, Yongye playwright just felt the difference between inside and outside. The mysterious sounds echoed and the birds kept coming, making people think clearly.
"See for yourself."
He sat on the ground, opened the food box, and took out the porcelain plate that was inside. It was steaming and filled with aroma.
"Yunduo thick slices, Kung Pao chicken, old-fashioned barbecued pork buns, braised lion's head, and squirrel mandarin fish are all my favorites. It's a pity that there are no sausages and chicken legs."
Yu Xiaoyao also sat down again, with some regret in his words.
Then, Yongye playwright took out an oil paper bag from the bottom of the food box: "I don't have any chicken legs. Do you want to eat duck legs?"
"Speaking of which, how do you know I like to eat these?" Yu Xiaoyao snatched the oil paper bag and seemed to remember something: "Especially this thick slice of cloud, listen to me, this is from Longmen Inn The signature dish tastes great.”
Yongye playwright replied: "I went to see Miss Yuxiao specifically for advice. I came to Confucianism and only got to know you."
