Chen Luo was also confused at this time, staring at Song Tuizhi who was standing opposite.
"You only wrote four words?" Song Tuizhi's eyes seemed to want to lift Chen Luo up and shake him to see if he had saved the manuscript.
Chen Luo had an expression like "I really don't have it, the writer doesn't do that."
"But..." Before Song Tuizhi finished speaking, he frowned slightly and pulled Chen Luo out of the study.
Chen Luo was stunned by the sight in front of him.
It was the first time he saw so many twisting circles of space.
Have the Avengers assembled?
Song Tuizhi blocked Chen Luo behind him and said through a message: "Don't take even one step away from me."
Chen Luo nodded desperately. He felt that as long as he retreated a little bit away from the Song Dynasty, he would be caught by a great scholar and locked up in a small dark room!
As expected, the first person to show up was Wen Xiang.
After Yan Baichuan appeared, he was not so anxious. His eyes fell on Chen Luo and he didn't say anything. He just waited.
Then came the political minister Zhou Zuofeng. As soon as he appeared, he asked: "What else did you write?"
"Zhou Zuofeng, be careful what you say!" A low voice sounded, and Sima Lie appeared as the third one. He took out a pen and a history book in his hand, pretending to write, and asked, "Does your Za family want to provoke my historian?"
Zhou Zuofeng glared at Sima Lie and did not speak again. Instead, Sima Lie looked at Chen Luo with piercing eyes: "Little friend, has the book you mentioned before been written? The words are still in my ears. History is long, and only semi-saint-level history books can It will trigger such visions, but this long history is illusory. What is going on?"
Just as Chen Luo was about to explain, another figure appeared in the small courtyard, until finally, the eunuch Hou An also appeared.
"Wan Anbo, Your Majesty asked me to ask what happened?"
Chen Luo looked at the dense crowd of scholars standing in the courtyard and tried to smile but couldn't. Song Tuizhi had just told him that the lowest level of the great scholars present was the second-grade Zhizhu realm.
These are not those little cuties who are always shouting about sending razors.
These are the bosses who will really give you a 404!
Oh, right.
Chen Luo looked at Hou An again.
There is also a permission dog!
what to do?
Did you tell them that you only wrote a title?
It happened that at this moment, the illusory river of history in the sky slowly disappeared, and the seven-colored light pillar turned into the four characters "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" again and fell. Only then did everyone see clearly that the seven-colored light pillar was actually transformed by these four characters.
"Romance of the Three Kingdoms?" Zhou Zuofeng looked confused.
"Xiaoya said: "Performance means wide and far. The story should be about deducing and explaining the truth in detail." Yan Baichuan glanced at the political minister with disgust, then looked at Chen Luo, "Your Romance of the Three Kingdoms is based on three The country will tell a story?"
Chen Luo was stunned for a moment and nodded.
"I wonder what that means?" Yan Baichuan continued to ask.
Chen Luo was about to answer, "The general trend of the world is that if it divides for a long time, it will unite and it will unite for a long time." He suddenly thought that this general trend of division and unity does not seem to be suitable for this world, and he was stunned for a moment.
At this moment, Sima Lie's eyes lit up and he recited: "The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure are all gone, but the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river, I am used to looking at the autumn moon and the spring breeze, happily meeting each other over a pot of turbid wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are all laughed at and talked about!"
Most of the people present had never heard of this poem, and were surprised when they heard it. Then they recited it softly and repeatedly, praising: "What a poem! Sima Daru, this poem is your new work. It should be a poem passed down by historians!"
"Exactly, this word is wonderful, generous and tragic, and the vicissitudes of life are all reflected in the poem."
"However, this word creates an atmosphere of indifference and tranquility. It has a lofty artistic conception and profound meaning!"
"If Sima Daru can write this poem, is he one step closer to becoming a saint?"
For a moment, there were praises everywhere, and Sima Lie quickly said with spring thunder: "No, no. This is the work of little friend Chen Luo."
"Huh?" For a moment, the faces of these great scholars who remained calm despite the landslide and earth shattering all twitched on their faces and looked at Chen Luo again.
"What I mean is that Chen Luo's Romance of the Three Kingdoms is probably based on the meaning of this poem?" Sima Lie let Chen Luo enjoy the astonishment of the great scholars for a moment, and then he spoke again.
Chen Luo nodded quickly: "Exactly!"
Zhou Zuofeng narrowed his eyes: "Then... where is the book?"
Chen Luo smiled awkwardly, quietly moved half a step behind Song Tuizhi, and shrugged: "I haven't written it yet!"
silence!
Terrible silence!
The backyard of Wan'anbo Mansion was silent!
According to the later descriptions of the great scholars present, one of the great scholars had murderous intentions at that time.
There is poetry to prove it:
The vision soaring into the sky startled the great Confucians,
A hermit in the mountains comes out of his thatched cottage.
Why did the murderous intention arise out of thin air?
Only the title but no book!
…
"Ahem..." Sima Lie's voice sounded again, breaking the calm.
"The book is not yet completed, but visions are born. My little friend, your Romance of the Three Kingdoms reminded me of a book." Sima Lie smiled slightly, "Shang Shu! It was the first historical work, and it opened my historian's door. That day With the title of the book engraved, the giant door of the historians burst open, and the long river of history surged out from the giant door."
"My little friend, this Romance of the Three Kingdoms should be regarded as the first novel in one, opening up the long river of romance. The power of time also emanates from this long river. I can feel that the long river of romance is the same as the long river of history. The years have ups and downs, and the world has changed. There are actually It’s a bit fake, and there seems to be a real history hidden in it, I’m deeply looking forward to it!”
After speaking, Sima Lie bowed to Chen Luo.
Chen Luo naturally knew that Sima Lie was helping him out, and also warned other scholars not to have any bad thoughts, so he quickly thanked him.
Zhou Zuofeng asked: "When will the book be completed?"
Chen Luo frowned. To be honest, he really didn't know. If every word you write is like writing the four words "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", you won't be able to finish it in 180 years.
But if the main text is written like The Legend of the Condor Heroes, it will probably only take a few days.
Wen Xiang saw Chen Luo's expression of bitterness and looked at Sima Lie: "Mr. Sima, is it difficult to write a history book?"
Sima Lie sighed: "Historical books are thick, each word weighs more than a thousand catties, and it has to withstand the test of the long history. Naturally, it is extremely slow!"
"Try it now!" Wen Xiang waved his hand, and a desk appeared in front of Chen Luo.
Chen Luo understood that Wen Xiang asked him to write to others, which meant that even if he was tied up, it would still be at this speed, so Song Tuizhi did not stop him. So Chen Luo circulated the newly recovered worldly energy, picked up the brush and wrote "For the first time..."
"Huh? It is indeed more difficult and more expensive than writing about shooting the vulture, but it is much smaller than writing the four words of the title."
After a moment of reflection, Chen Luo immediately started writing and continued writing.
"In the first episode, the three heroes of the Taoyuan Banquet became sworn brothers, and the first hero to kill the Yellow Turban made meritorious service."
Well, at this speed, I can write about once a day.
Chen Luo put down his pen and roughly expressed his judgment.
Prime Minister Wen nodded, looked at the other great scholars, and said, "Let's disperse. Let us keep an eye on this matter."
The other scholars nodded slightly, bowed their hands towards Chen Luo, and then disappeared.
After a while, all the scholars in the courtyard disappeared. Only Sima Lie stayed for a while, invited Chen Luo to visit Chunqiu Hall when he had time, and then left the Earl's Mansion.
Only then did Chen Luo look at Song Tuizhi: "Senior brother, why do I feel a little strange?"
It was only at this moment that Chen Luo realized that before he wrote about Swordsman and the Divine Eagle, he had never received so many great scholars' attention. Why did Sima Lie and Yan Baichuan come forward to help again and again today?
"Hey..." Song Tuizhi sighed, "Junior brother, you must finish writing this book."
"As soon as you finish writing it, most of the great scholars in the world will owe you a favor."
…
In the study, Song Tuizhi explained in detail to Chen Luo.
"Confucian heart, you know that as long as you are in a Confucian state, you can have a Confucian heart."
"When a Confucian scholar is promoted to a master, his Confucian heart will turn into a literary palace."
"If Master becomes a great Confucian again, Wen Gong will become a region, which will be called Jia Guo Tian Xia!"
"After becoming a great Confucian, all principles and all explorations will be integrated into the family, country and world."
"Among the Confucian classics, the most obvious help to the family, country and world, and the one that can most unite and stabilize the country and the world, is the history book!"
"So any great Confucian, even if he is not a historian, will at least write a history book to suppress his family, country and world."
"It's just that if new truths cannot be elucidated, then the suppressive effect of history books will be limited. But history books are scarce, and the way to elucidate them is almost becoming more and more difficult."
"Therefore, those wealthy families almost all have family history books, which will never be leaked! Therefore, the probability of a great scholar in their family is much greater than that of a poor family."
"Junior brother, although your Romance of the Three Kingdoms is a fantasy novel, it actually plays a role in the long history, and it is also the first book to be published. Naturally, there are many great scholars who are interested in it."
"If it doesn't work, it's just reading one more book, but what if it does?"
Chen Luo took a breath of air and suddenly blinked: "Fourth Senior Brother, do you need it too? Then I will write it out for you first!"
Song Tuizhi smiled faintly and reached out to pat Chen Luo on the head: "No need. Naturally, our bamboo forest also has its own history book. If you want to read it in the future, the teacher will teach it to you."
"Remember, the secret history book of my bamboo forest is called the Bamboo Chronicle!"
Chen Luo: #Д!
Although the things recorded are definitely different, calling this name is definitely not simple!
If you have time, you really have to come and see it!
…
Back in the study, Chen Luo spread out the paper again.
I originally thought that The Romance of the Three Kingdoms had little effect, but I didn’t expect it to have such a big effect!
Not to mention whether it has other functions, this "stabilizing the family, country and world" alone is worthy of the title of "Four Great Classics"!
Do you want all the great scholars in the world to owe me a favor?
What if one or two great scholars are promoted to semi-saints in the end?
Darling, you can’t think about it!
Just thinking about it makes me feel like I'm floating.
Write!
You have to write it down no matter what!
Let’s write out the first chapter today.
We can't let those big boss fans wait!
Chen Luo suddenly became energetic and started writing!
This first chapter introduces the background of the Shi Chang Shi's chaos and the Yellow Turbans uprising. Of course, the name of Zhang Jiao, a great virtuous teacher, and Chen Luo must be changed.
Isn’t this a taboo!
Wouldn't it be nice to change to a "Wu Shi San Ren"?
Then came the heavyweight "Three Brothers in the Taoyuan". The Yellow Turban Army invaded and beat Dong Zhuo to the grave. When the three brothers saw him, they rushed forward and saved Dong Zhuo.
Then Dong Zhuo asked the three people what their official positions were. Liu Bei said that he was a common man, and then Dong Zhuo ignored them. Zhang Fei was so angry that he rushed into the camp with a knife and killed Dong Zhuo.
It was here that the broken ancestor appeared.
Zhang Fei "wanted to kill Dong Zhuo with a knife in his account. It's exactly this: human relations are snobbish in ancient times and today, who is a hero is a white body. A happy man is like a virtuous man, and a dishonest person is always fashionable!"
"After all, how is Dong Zhuo's life? Let me explain below!"
Chen Luo wrote the last line sweatily.
Hmm...those great scholars probably wouldn't appear in front of me with swords in their hands.
There is no way, this is what Luo Guanzhong wrote!
…
So, the next day.
Zhongjingcheng.
"It's his mother's fault!"
"Not a son of man!"
"Short and weak!"
"Shame on the literati!"
A tongue-splitting spring thunder exploded.
The monsters living in the capital city were trembling, and the people who didn't know the truth were confused.
At this moment, Zhongjing City
Murderous!
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