"What can't be taken seriously?" Chen Shouren said.
Bai Ze stared at the sloppy gentleman and said, "If you want to act as a master and accept disciples, there is no need. Before I left, I shamelessly asked my master for those books. In fact, I asked him for a long time after that. I have never opened it. It was only in recent years that I occasionally looked at it."
"It's rare that you can keep it." Chen Shouren laughed. "They bet that within three days, you will tear up the book and use it to wipe your butt. It seems that you haven't."
Bai Ze was stunned.
"Don't worry, I don't have that intention." Chen Shouren said, "I just recognize you as a friend. I'm actually very happy that you gave me a picture, but I just can't laugh for some reason. It probably helped her fulfill her wish. But after all, the words are in my hand, and she can't see them anymore. Sometimes it's rude to come back without reciprocating. Isn't it nice that I give you a few words in return?"
"I can see that you seem to care about him very much." Bai Ze didn't know whether the person Chen Shouren was talking about was "him" or "she".
Chen Shouren just looked at the bonfire in silence.
Zuo Hong, Luo Xing and other rangers held their breath and concentrated, not daring to make a sound. The great master at the end of martial arts can only release his inner strength to the outside. At most, his body is as light as a swallow, and his sword can break through a hundred armors.
But the true practitioners of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, who are superior to martial arts, are immortals who can refine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and fly in the wind. They still know some of these secrets for the people under the mountain.
More than ten years ago, Zuo Hong heard a past incident from his master.
At that time, his master was still young and could be regarded as a knight-errant in the world. That year, he was on a cliff and met an old man with fluttering sleeves and an air of immortality. The master was shocked and quickly went up to salute and said: "Old immortal, this junior is being polite!"
The old man looked back at the master and said, "Haha, young hero, you are joking. How can there be any gods in this world?"
Just as the master was about to speak, he saw that the old man's expression suddenly changed. He looked into the distance, sighed, jumped in the air, jumped off the cliff, and rode away in the wind.
The master was dumbfounded, and it took him a while to realize that he had really seen a god. He quickly knelt down and kowtowed, flying in the direction of the old man.
The two people I met now in this ruined temple, one was wearing coarse linen clothes and wearing an iron sword, but they had sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and they had an extraordinary bearing. The other one was wearing a big cloak and was a slovenly young scholar, but he was able to use a fire stick to burn the menacing tiger to ashes!
No matter how you look at it, these two people are very similar to the gods that Master met back then.
In this ruined temple, all the rangers who were still conscious realized that a huge opportunity was about to fall on their heads! After all, they all know very well that the true cultivators of the three religions reveal very little about their true talents and learning. Many students who join Confucianism spend their entire lives just learning how to read.
This is not too bad.
No matter how much you read poetry and books, no matter how poor you are, you can still take part in the imperial examination. If the ancestral tomb erupts with fire and you gain fame, it will be regarded as a glorious honor.
Taoism and Buddhism are really miserable.
If you don't get the favor of those Taoist priests and Zen masters, you are just chopping wood and ringing bells on the mountain. Those who can learn something will be able to work as a quack magician in the future and make a living by squeezing some money. If you can't learn anything, you will be a loser when you go down the mountain.
Therefore, if the next conversation between the two people can understand even a little bit of the secret, their martial arts may surpass the great master at the limit of martial arts!
Everyone felt that their heartbeats were beating like drums.
"Speaking of which, I did have a few words that I liked very much when I was studying." Bai Ze suddenly said, "But the three religions are different. Are you sure that Mr. Yuan will find out what you are doing?" Will it break your legs?"
"If you don't tell me and I don't tell you, how would he know about this?" Chen Shouren said nonchalantly, "The three religions are indeed different, but some things are not either/or, black or white. On this point, I think You should also know very well."
Bai Ze was stunned again.
When these words came out of Chen Shouren's mouth, Bai Ze felt crazy.
If Chu Yang said such "bastard words", Bai Ze wouldn't be a little surprised. But the person who said this was none other than Chen Shouren of Jixia Academy, who was always considered by them to be the "most honorable gentleman"!
Bai Ze was surprised and confused. Logically speaking, Chen Shouren won the battle at Sishui Pass back then. Why did Chen Shouren become like this in just three years?
Could it be that the battle between the young gentleman and the Confucian sword, which attracted worldwide attention, had another mystery? Bai Ze thought about it carefully. After the battle between the two men, one became this slovenly appearance, while the other was ruined, expelled from the court, and left his hometown.
From this point of view, there may have been some changes in what happened that year, which Bai Ze didn't know about.
Bai Ze intuitively felt that Chen Shouren's changes were closely related to the person he was talking about.
Could it be that that person...
The civilian swordsman's pupils shrank slightly as he thought of the only possibility.
died.
Bai Ze thought of someone almost instantly.
The girl who was sent to Jixia Academy to study with Chen Shouren.
But Bai Ze only heard Chen Junlin and others mention that Chen Shouren had a "child bride" beside him. But Bai Ze had no idea who the child bride was, what her name was, and what she looked like.
Because they have never met at all.
"If you don't mind it, I have another word that I want to write to you." Bai Ze quickly calmed down and said softly.
"Oh?" Chen Shouren smiled and took out another scroll from his cloak, "It seems that I made a profit today. I can get two of your calligraphy. I think I am the only one who has this honor, right?"
Zuo Hong's eyes widened this time, and he was sure that there was no scroll in the gentleman's cloak. It was like he had conjured the scroll out of thin air!
"That's true." Bai Ze said with a smile, "Probably no one except you will take a fancy to what I write."
"Unexpectedly, after more than ten years of not seeing each other, you have become a lot more humble." Chen Shouren said, "Humility is good...it's always a loss, but humility benefits. If you understand this truth earlier, you will avoid a lot of detours."
Maybe we will lose less people and miss some things.
Luo Xing did not stop doing anything, and once again volunteered to spread the scroll for Bai Ze. The remaining rangers stared at him as if they had seen a ghost. They envied Luo Xing's courage and secretly cursed themselves for not living up to expectations.
Bai Ze picked up a fire stick from the bonfire, blew out the flames, and flicked it casually. The remaining heat of the flames on the carbon stick had dissipated, and he was writing quickly. Within a moment, he had finished writing.
Chen Shouren stood up, took a look over, and read:
"When I was a child, I heard the snow on the green pines and the wind making dancing shadows.
When I was young, I listened to the snow on the road, the sea and the sky were vast, and the golden wings were in the east wind.
Now listen to the snow on the rivers and lakes, the fireflies and the green gauze tents.
Mo Yan's life experience is like a duckweed, a small boat sailing through the night until dawn. "
"Poppy, Tingxue." Chen Shouren smiled and said, "When did you write it?"
"I probably passed by somewhere during my trip to the south last year, and I had some feelings. I can't remember clearly." Bai Ze was vague.
"It's quite interesting." Chen Shouren said with a smile, "Every word seems to be writing about snow, but every word, it is spring everywhere. The harmony of yin and yang, natural flow, endless life. How to say, the artistic conception is lofty?"
"Hahaha." Bai Ze laughed, "Whatever you think, as for whether it is true or not, you can guess for yourself."
"Then I guess it's snow, of course." Chen Shouren stood with his hands clasped together, listening to the howling wind and snow outside the ruined temple, and said, "It is said that the righteousness is hidden in the books of sages, and the so-called writings contain the Tao. This Tao is for you and me. If you get it, you have a cultural context. Let me ask you, what is the meaning of the word snow for this cultural context in your body?"
As soon as these words came out, Bai Ze suddenly had an epiphany.
Haoran's righteousness, which was originally suppressed by the Taoist qi and was hidden, actually echoed at this moment!
Bai Ze was shocked.
Only then did he know that the two sword manuals given to him by Tao Hongjing in Heyang City in the southern region of Yan State. The first sword manual was the Taoist Five Elements Magical Technique, but the second one was actually the Confucian Sword Manual. !
Originally, Bai Ze had been wondering why the sword manual Tao Hongjing gave him was named "Haoran Zhengqi". Now that the cultural context was connected, and the Haoran Sword Sutra and the cultural context interacted with each other, he realized how big a chess game the person who was respectfully called "half-immortal" by Zhongzhou's rivers and lakes in his first half of his life had played!
Bai Ze's instant enlightenment caught Chen Shouren by surprise.
The sloppy man narrowed his eyes slightly and saw that the awe-inspiring sword energy in Bai Ze's body swallowed up the white light. He was directly comparable to the orthodox swordsman who has been immersed in swordsmanship for many years in the Confucian sect!
Luo Xing held the scroll and was forced by Bai Ze's aura to take three steps back and almost fell into the bonfire. Chen Shouren, with quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed him, put away the scroll, and signaled all the rangers to be silent.
At this time, Zuo Hong and others were stunned. They felt that they could not look directly at the civilian swordsman in front of them, otherwise their eyes would feel like needles pricking them, and the pain would be unbearable. Those big and powerful ranger men all had their scalps numb, as if they were not facing a person, but an unsheathed peerless sword!
Outside the ruined temple, the wind roared and blizzard filled the sky.
At this moment, Bai Ze felt as if his soul had left his body, flew out of the ruined temple, and came to the vast world, overlooking the vast snowy waves and listening to the ebb and flow of the tide.
In the ruined temple, Luo Xing barely regained consciousness. He felt cold sweat all over his body, but he didn't feel uncomfortable. It was as if every pore in his body had been opened and made extremely transparent.
But before the young ranger had time to fully appreciate this wonderful feeling, he suddenly heard an inexplicable roar outside the ruined temple, covering the wind and snow, roaring to the heaven and earth, making the whole temple tremble, as if it would collapse at any time.
Chen Shouren silently recited the word "Ding", and just for a moment, the temple returned to tranquility, motionless like a mountain.
The sloppy gentleman quietly listened to the roar of the snow dragon, charging into the sky.
In the huge soul spring in the soul sea, Bai Ze's true self suddenly opened his eyes in the spring water and stood up slowly. At this moment, Xuanting's soul sea shook with a sudden tremor, Bai Ze refined the "snow" seal, and in the blizzard-filled sky, that wisp of consciousness felt as if someone was stopping behind him.
"That's weird." Chen Shouren looked up in the ruined temple, feeling confused, "When I first entered the World Honored Realm, I can travel far away to the Yangshen. Am I crazy, or is this world crazy?"
Under the blizzard, that ray of consciousness turned back and saw only the vast world. The person behind him was not Bai Ze, so who was he?
The sun god traveled far away, and Bai Ze felt something in his heart. He felt that there was a green robe looming in the east, the sound of the piano was ringing between heaven and earth, and the laughter was like a silver bell. There was a beautiful lady on the side of the water.
Bai Ze was surprised. Wherever he looked, there was nothing but blizzards all over the east. And in that blizzard, there was a flying sword, traveling between heaven and earth, slaying demons and demons, and its aura was connected with that sloppy gentleman in the ruined temple.
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