The movement on Chen Luo's side naturally attracted some attention. Ji Zhong whispered in Chen Luo's ear: "Master, Wen Xin invites you, you'd better write a little. Otherwise, if word spreads, you will be criticized by those conservative Confucian scholars..."
Write a little? What should I write?
Chen Luo looked confused. I'm not a member of your system, so you still want me to write a thought report?
What can I write?
Usually when other time travelers reveal their true feelings, they can immediately shock everyone with just one stroke of their pen and Hengqu's four sentences.
"Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living and the people, carry forward the unique teachings of the past saints, and create peace for all generations!"
How domineering it is to say it!
But--
You just read it!
What else?
Worry when the world is worried first, and rejoice when the world is happy later?
There is already a great Confucian named Fan Zhongyan in this world!
It's just that what he wrote was not "The Story of Yueyang Tower", but "The Story of Yunyang Tower".
what to do?
We can’t write about building a moderately prosperous society in all respects and achieving common prosperity, right?
Even if I write it, you won’t be able to understand it...
"Yes!" An idea flashed in Chen Luo's mind, and there was something that seemed not to exist in this world.
Chen Luo wrote as he was told. He picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote -
The rise and fall, everyone is responsible!
The origin of this sentence comes from the "Rizhilu·Zhengshi" written by Gu Yanwu, a thinker in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. The original text is: Those who protect the country, the king and his ministers are meat-eating people; those who protect the world, how can they be responsible for the humbleness of a common man? .
Later, in the late Qing Dynasty, the thinker Liang Qichao, one of the leaders of the Reform Movement of 1898, summarized it as an eight-character grammatical pattern.
…
As soon as Chen Luo finished writing, the shadow of a big turtle suddenly appeared on the paper, with a stone tablet on its back.
"Bi Xi Tuo Monument!" People around him exclaimed, and even Wei Yan looked sideways, with a look of surprise on his face.
Ji Zhong was overjoyed: "Young master, this is Wen Cheng Bixi's vision, which shows that your words are enough to carry a literary line. Regardless of whether it fits this literary heart or not, this article has the potential to become an immortal word. Hurry up and go Write down, look at the bare stone tablet..."
Chen Luo rolled his eyes at Ji Zhong, "If you tell me to keep writing, I will keep writing. Don't I want to lose face?"
Of course I know these eight words are awesome, but the problem is that I only know these eight words, what else should I write?
To make it the same as the college entrance examination, does it need to be no less than 800 words?
Chen Luo was complaining crazily in his heart, but his expression didn't show anything strange, and he looked confident.
"Just think of it as writing an argumentative essay. The arguments have been put out, just add a few more arguments, and then the conclusion will be ready..." After all, Chen Luo was working as a volunteer teacher in a mountainous area before traveling through time, so he was not interested in such an exam-like scene. Still have some experience.
To be honest, he is now so focused on finding his way to the world of mortals that he has never really thought about it as a scholar.
Not to mention that it was impossible to get it, even if it was possible, he didn't really want to fight for it.
After all, being a scholar is hard work!
…
Just when Chen Luo was searching for quotes and allusions in the world that were suitable for these eight-character argument, there was a sudden "bang" under the auditorium, and a Confucian scholar in the square kicked away the square table where Wen Xin was transformed.
The Confucian scholar looked about twenty years old and had an unattractive appearance. When he opened his mouth, he let out a cute girl's voice, with a hint of anger: "Humph! What a broken heart! You can't even say a word." Let me write it down..."
At the same time, a hoarse and hoarse voice sounded out of thin air: "Girl, I told you that you are not from Wan'an County, so you can't deceive Wen Xin!"
The conversation between an old man and a young man instantly stole Chen Luo's limelight, and all eyes turned to the Confucian scholar standing in the center of the square. On the steps, Wei Yan snorted coldly: "You are the one who is waiting for me!"
As Wei Yan spoke, he stretched out his hand to grab the Confucian scholar who had spoken before, and saw a book box appearing out of thin air around the Confucian scholar, as if to seal the Confucian scholar away. At this moment, the space in front of the Confucian scholar was distorted, and an old woman with gray hair and chicken skin appeared from the distorted space.
The old woman opened her mouth, and a black cloud flew out of the old woman's air, and instantly fell onto the book box that Wei Yan had just condensed. The book box began to corrode visibly to the naked eye. If you look carefully, you can find that the dark clouds are actually dense insects, and at this time, the insects are eating Wei Yan's Confucianism book box.
"Gu?" Wei Yan's expression changed, "Who are you?"
At this time, the Confucian scholar spoke again: "Who are we? I don't bother Wei Daru. It's just that this literary heart belongs to us. Today it must be returned to its original owner!"
The Confucian scholar raised his right hand high, and the square table on the square that had been transformed by Wen Xin turned back into wisps of green light, flying towards the Confucian scholar's raised right hand, condensing into the previous Wen Xin appearance. Even the shadowy figure on the desk in front of Chen Luo on the auditorium only resisted for a moment before suddenly disintegrating and turning into blue light and flying towards the Confucian scholar.
"Protect Wenxin!" A Confucian scholar suddenly shouted, a thin layer of green light emitted from his body, and he rushed towards the strange Confucian scholar and the old woman. As soon as these words came out, all the Confucian scholars reacted and shouted "Bless Wen Xin" in unison and rushed towards the two people in the field.
The old woman waved her sleeves again, and another black cloud flew out, dispersed, and rushed towards the Confucian scholar. The black clouds were naturally Gu insects, and they easily broke through the righteous defenses of the Confucian scholars and shot into their bodies. Almost instantly, most of the Confucian scholars fell down.
"Presumptuous!" Wei Yan was furious and pointed at the two of them with one hand. In an instant, a sky-high giant pen appeared above the heads of the strange scholar and the old woman. The tip of the pen drew in the air, and a black ink mark flew towards the two of them. It seemed that as long as it was contaminated by this ink mark, it would disappear between heaven and earth.
Great Confucian's magical power: cancel it all!
The old woman took a deep breath, and three pairs of crystal insect wings sprouted from her back. Her figure suddenly grew taller, revealing exquisite curves. She transformed from an octogenarian into a young woman with flowers. She jumped up and faced the falling ink marks, opened her mouth and roared, but strangely, no sound came out.
But as she roared, the space shook, and the ink marks collapsed in the shaking space.
The weird Confucian scholar chuckled, still in a clear female voice: "Mr. Wei, don't get angry, and we don't want to cause trouble. These Confucian scholars are just caught by Grandma Rong's sleep bugs, and their lives are not in danger..."
At this time, Grandma Rong, who had transformed into a young woman, landed again. Wei Yan's eyes were green and he stared at her: "Incarnation Gu? Zhenxuan Division's information is indeed correct, you actually didn't die!"
"Mr. Wei's words are too much. To be fair, even if you are dead, we can still dig your graves..." the Confucian scholar responded, and then said to Aunt Rong, "Aunt Rong, Wen Xin Got it, let’s go..."
"I want to leave, let's dream!" Wei Yan stretched out his hand again, as if to use Confucianism. This was when Grandma Rong pointed at Wei Yan. Wei Yan paused and looked at the man who had blocked Cai Tongchen's death from the underworld. The palm of my hand turned black quickly at this moment.
"You were bewitched by the dark energy of death!" Wei Yan looked at Grandma Rong.
Aunt Rong said calmly: "If you activate Haoran Zhengqi now, you can naturally force the Gu insects out in an hour. If you want to stop us, just wait to die."
After Grandma Rong finished speaking, she turned around and grabbed the weird scholar to leave. Suddenly, a huge scholarly aura that was not inferior to that of Wei Yan suddenly burst out. A majestic voice sounded——
"You two, it's better to stay..."
