Yan Chixia's fate was not over and she could not practice meditation behind closed doors in Taiyi Mountain, so she decided to join the world and practice. Gong Mengbi admired him in his heart, but he was not sure whether he could succeed or even define what success was.
Yan Chixia is determined to govern the world, but even he himself may not know how to govern it and what kind of governance it will achieve.
However, this does not hinder his practice. As long as he embarks on this path, he will gradually find his goal.
Just like when he left Taiyi Mountain, he was still resentful of his master's arrangements, but when he arrived at Qiantang, he had already found his direction.
Gong Mengbi said: "Brother Yan, when you become an official, you must be cautious."
Yan Chixia nodded and said: "Brother Mingfu is my mirror. I am a fan of the authorities, so I want to ask Brother Mingfu to straighten my clothes."
Gong Mengbi smiled and said: "I am the real foreigner, but you come to ask me."
Yan Chixia said proudly: "Humanity is vast, and all living beings are included in it. This is what Brother Mingfu said himself. Brother Mingfu taught wild foxes and has noble virtues. How can he be a foreigner?"
Gong Mengbi smiled and shook his head, saying, "Brother Yan is becoming more and more sharp-tongued."
Seeing Liu Nangong leaving Mingdao Hall from a distance, Gong Mengbi pushed Yan Chixia and said, "Liu Nangong's teachings are being ignored, and now is a good opportunity for you to show off."
Yan Chixia took two steps and said, "Where is brother Mingfu staying now? I'll find you when I come back."
Gong Mengbi told Yan Chixia the residence of the second son of the Shen family, and he said goodbye, taking three steps at a time and chasing after Liu Nangong.
After Liu Nangong's lecture, there was a literary meeting at Wansong Academy.
There were no outsiders participating in the literary meeting. Liu Nangong asked the students to write essays on the theme of "Real Reality".
Gong Mengbi did not attend the literary meeting, but he still wanted to see what the two sons of the Shen family would write and see what their still immature hearts thought about the world.
But there is no need to worry, the literary meeting will not be over for a while, and Gong Mengbi has no intention of staying at Wansong Academy for a long time.
As the lecture ended, there were already people who wanted to strike up a conversation with him and get acquainted with him.
However, Gong Mengbi didn't have such an idea. He just used a spell. In the eyes of others, his thick and colorful color suddenly faded away, as if he melted into the pool and disappeared from everyone's eyes.
Everyone may still have some impressions of a glimpse, but upon closer inspection, they seem to have forgotten something. When they study and think back, it is like there is a layer of fog between them, and they can't remember anything.
Gong Mengbi went down the mountain and continued to study "Dongting Fu".
I have to say that "Dongting Fu" is really a wonderful book. Although Gong Mengbi did not understand dragon literature, he could see the atmosphere of Dongting through the Tongtian Dharma Observation. To a certain extent, if you master Dongting Fu, you can almost grasp the energy and inspiration of Dongting landscape, just like the god of Dongting.
The reason why I say almost is because the Dongting Dragon Girl's vision is also limited by her practice and may not be able to penetrate into the essence, even though the Dongting Dragon Girl is already the god of Dongting.
Gong Mengbi's mind sank into "Dongting Ode", and he realized the beauty of Dongting from thousands of miles away.
If Mr. Qiantang is willing, or if Princess Lingyi is willing, to write a "Qiantang Fu", I am afraid that the whole world can be reduced to one article, which is similar to the painting of the painting sage.
At night, Yan Chixia still didn't come, because she was afraid that he would have to send Liu Nangong back before he could leave. When Shen Qiao and Shen Yan came back, they were in high spirits, with happy faces and expressions of "Ask me how I performed."
Gong Mengbi then asked with a smile: "How is your literary performance going?"
Shen Qiao said happily: "I was rated as the best by Mr. Liu Nan!"
Shen Yan also nodded and said, "Mr. Liu Nan also said that we are talented people."
Gong Mengbi asked with interest: "What did you write?"
The scroll was still in the hands of the mountain leader, so Shen Qiao and Shen Yan dictated what they had written.
It is written with words such as "to take care of the affairs of the world", "worry about the world's worries", "benefit the world" and so on. Although the vision is not comprehensive and detailed enough, it is already quite generous.
Gong Mengbi asked: "Did Mr. Liu Nan also praise others?"
Shen Qiao said: "Brother Liang and Brother Zhu are here, as well as several other disciples." He named them one by one.
Gong Mengbi said: "You have the same interests, so you can get closer and closer."
Shen Qiao and Shen Yan agreed.
After sending Shen Qiao and Shen Yan away, Gong Mengbi smiled a little, and his hard work on these two brats was not in vain.
A few days later, Yan Chixia returned to Qiantang. She came to look for Gong Mengbi in the middle of the night and went to the West Lake with Gong Mengbi.
Traveling in the same boat, we arrived at the West Lake and saw an island in the water.
Looking from a distance, you can see plum trees planted all over the island, and several cranes fluttering on the island.
The white crane cries loudly and quietly, flying through the clouds, mist and moonlight, like a fairyland.
Gong Mengbi took a look and said, "What a great place. Is this a lonely mountain?"
Yan Chixia said: "It is Gushan, the former residence of Mr. Jun Fu."
The two abandoned the boat and went to the island, walking through the plum trees along the way. However, the season was not good, the remaining leaves were sparse, and there were no plum blossoms yet.
But the plum branches are twisty and strong. Although they are not as delicate as the flowers, they still have the character of an elegant scholar.
A noble man lies in the mountains, and a beauty comes under the moon. Although she is a little less charming now, she is still very elegant.
Yan Chixia said: "Mr. Junfu lived here during his lifetime. Even though he had learned a lot and was rich in economics, he regarded fame as rubbish. He did not become an official, not famous, not extravagant, did not marry a wife, and did not have children. All the happiness in the world was like that. It has nothing to do with him.”
Gong Mengbi smiled and said: "The happiness in the world may not be as good as his contentment. He does not enjoy happiness, but he has clearly achieved the highest happiness in the world."
Yan Chixia laughed loudly and said, "That makes sense."
Among the plum trees, suddenly there was a graceful figure walking slowly, wearing a Jingchai cloth skirt and a smiling face, and said: "Two elegant scholars, I have heard your comments, saying that it is hard to find a true friend. Please come and talk to me." .”
Yan Chixia was slightly surprised and asked, "Is it Mr. Junfu?"
The woman nodded slowly and said, "It's the foolish man."
Yan Chixia and Gong Mengbi looked at each other, then followed the woman into a high place in the forest, where a pavilion stood.
There was a middle-aged man in the pavilion with gentle eyebrows and an extraordinary demeanor. He was holding a cave flute in his hand. He looked at Gong Mengbi and Yan Chixia and said with a smile: "It is hard to find a true friend. It has been rare for me so many years since my death." I can have a few like-minded people come visit me.”
Yan Chixia sighed: "Is Mr. Junfu still hanging around here?"
Mr. Jun Fu shook his head and said: "When you are enjoying yourself here, you forget that life and death will be the same as before."
Gong Mengbi smiled and said, "Mr. Junfu is the real gentleman. The two of us are not so free and easy."
Mr. Junfu laughed and said, "It is enough for me to have one Junfu in the world. There is no need for two more."
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