The sound of Ji Zhong swinging his sword in the courtyard has been going on for almost two hours.
In the pavilion, Chen Luo was eating fruits transported from the south. He looked at Ji Zhong, who was shrouded in a righteous blue light. He was a little confused. He looked at Song Tuizhi who was sitting beside him and asked: "Brother, Xiao Ji, what are you doing here?" What are you practicing?"
Song Tuizhi put down the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" (unfinished version) that he was brushing on n, looked at Ji Zhong with eyes full of admiration, and said: "Grow the Confucian Sword Intent."
Chen Luo was stunned. He remembered that Ji Zhong said that he wanted to create the Dugu Nine Swords on his own, but could he develop the Po-ru Sword Intent by just waving the sword in a ball of awe-inspiring righteousness?
Isn't this just like watching TV series when I was a kid and tying sandbags to my legs, thinking I could perform Qing Kung Fu after untying them?
Seeing the disapproving look on Chen Luo's face, Song Tuizhi smiled faintly: "I'll give you a taste of it!"
After saying this, Song Tuizhi waved his hand, and a ray of green light quickly enveloped Chen Luo. Chen Luo suddenly felt his body sinking, as if all 129,600 pores in his body were being pricked by needles at the same time. Chen Luo shouted softly, and the red dust energy from the 360 orifices in his body spurted out, instantly breaking through the righteousness envelope arranged by Song Tuizhi. He was sweating profusely and looked at Song Tuizhi; "Fourth Senior Brother, what kind of righteousness is this?" ? So fierce!"
"Family, country, world." Song Tuizhi said calmly, but he was shocked in his heart. Although he just said "family, country, world" casually, he didn't expect it to be broken by Chen Luo in the blink of an eye.
No matter what, he is also a great Confucian with a high level of righteousness.
Even if you are in the Master Realm, you won't be able to take it so fast.
Junior Brother's cultivation seems to have improved again.
No, you can't let your junior brother notice your surprise, otherwise he will think that your senior brother is useless.
Song Tuizhi picked up the tea cup and said in a more understated tone: "You feel it, right? The power of the family, country and world in Xiao Ji is about twenty times what you just endured."
"Ah?" Chen Luo was also shocked. He looked at Ji Zhong again who was still struggling to swing his sword. He could hardly bear it just for a moment. Xiao Ji had endured twenty times more, and it had already been two hours. .
Seeing that Chen Luo did not pursue the matter of casually destroying his family, country and world, Song Tuizhi breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "You have been too busy recently and have not noticed that Xiao Ji has been practicing for a while."
"In my opinion, Xiao Ji's limit is probably fifty times the oppression." Song Tuizhi added calmly, "That's equivalent to 10% of my power."
Chen Luo opened his mouth. Fifty times the oppression just now is only 10% of the power of the fourth senior brother's family, country and world?
Doubling the power is not as simple as multiplying by two. Every time the power reaches a limit, even if it is increased a little, it may be a ten-fold or a hundred-fold increase for the recipient.
Like the straw that broke the camel's back.
This is just the basics, not counting the bonuses from various Confucian magic and magical powers!
A great scholar in the right state of mind is so terrifying!
Seeing Chen Luo's admiring eyes, Song Tuizhi smiled with satisfaction.
"Uncle, uncle!" Lu Tong ran over and handed Chen Luo a greeting card.
Chen Luo took the invitation, read it, and said to Song Tuizhi: "Brother, Mr. Sima invited me to the Spring and Autumn Hall."
Song Tuizhi raised his brows slightly and nodded: "Well, let's go. The relationship between the Shi family and my Zhulin family has always been good, so I think it will be beneficial to invite you over."
Chen Luo smiled and said: "The main reason is that I promised to visit Mr. Sima last time, but I forgot about it in a hurry. Oh, I really shouldn't. It's so embarrassing to return the favor to me..."
Chen Luo stood up and cupped hands with Song Tuizhi: "Then I'll go over."
Song Tuizhi thought for a while and then said: "Just pick two treasures and come to the door. Don't send the original poems!"
Chen Luo waved his hand: "It's okay, that thing is worthless!"
Song Tuizhi: (ノ￣ー￣)ノ
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The Spring and Autumn Hall is located within the Imperial City and has a separate passage. It is clearly within the Imperial City, but it seems to be independent from the Imperial City. There are three laws of death in the Chunqiu Hall: first, no one from the royal family is allowed to enter the Spring and Autumn Hall; second, no war is allowed to spread to the Spring and Autumn Hall; third, no one who is not a great historian is allowed to enter the Spring and Autumn Hall without any reason. Otherwise, holy punishment will come from heaven.
When Chen Luo walked to the door of Chunqiu Hall, he saw a stone tablet erected at the door, with eight characters written on it: "It is only the Spring and Autumn period that knows how to sin against me." A strong sense of vicissitudes of life came to his face.
Seeing Chen Luo's arrival, the disciples of the Shi family who had been waiting here quickly stepped forward and saluted: "Uncle Wan An, my master Sima Gong, has asked the students to wait here. Please come with me."
Chen Luo nodded, returned the salute, and followed the Shi family disciple into the Spring and Autumn Hall.
The moment he stepped through the gate of Chunqiu Hall, Chen Luo seemed to feel a force passing through him, with a hint of weight. The sound of waves rang in his ears, and he couldn't help but look back at the gate. The disciple of the Shi family noticed Chen Luo's movements and explained with a smile: "This gate was built by the predecessors and sages to imitate the giant gate of the Shi family. It has a trace of the power of the long history. Only when I, the disciple of the Shi family, have gathered the energy of prosperity and decline, can I sense it. Wan'an Uncle, are you really not a disciple of my historian?"
Chen Luo shook his head, I'm not even a Confucian scholar, how could I be a disciple of the historian?
The disciple of the Shi family just said this and continued to lead Chen Luo inside.
After walking through the long corridor, the first thing Chen Luo walked into was a cemetery. There were countless statues in the cemetery. Each statue had a different shape, some were drinking, some were sleeping, some were writing, some were chanting... all kinds of shapes. , to name a few.
"This is my historian's cemetery, which honors the sages of historians. It is also the first lesson that my descendants will learn from becoming historians: life is just a handful of loess, only the long river of history rolls endlessly!"
Chen Luo bowed and saluted the statues of the sages in the cemetery, and then walked inside. In addition to the cemetery, he suddenly saw four pavilions split on both sides, with a grand hall in the middle. The strong atmosphere of vicissitudes of life was almost concentrated into substance.
"Hahaha, little friend Chen, we meet again." Sima Lie stood outside the lobby. When he saw Chen Luo, he laughed twice and walked forward. The Shi family disciple bowed and retreated. Sima Lie seemed to be in a good mood. Very good, he pointed forward and said: "How is it? How is the momentum of our Spring and Autumn Hall?"
Chen Luo naturally had a look of admiration on his face, nodded and said: "There are many things to see."
Sima Li pointed to the pavilions on both sides and said: "These are the Sun, Moon, Star and Chen pavilions of Chunqiu Hall. Although they look ordinary from the outside, there is a special cave inside."
"This Sun Pavilion, also called the Benji Pavilion, is the place where the Semi-Saint and the Emperor's Chronicles are stored and compiled."
"The Moon Pavilion, also called the Family Pavilion, stores and compiles the history of each family."
"The Star Pavilion, also known as the Legend Pavilion, is where the histories of court officials and sages in opposition are compiled and stored."
"Finally, this Chen Pavilion, also called Cangsheng Pavilion, is all-encompassing. All events and ordinary people worth recording in history can be found in it."
"Even if the mountains collapse and the earth breaks apart, as long as the sun, moon and stars still hang in the sky, our human race will not be destroyed!"
Seeing Sima Lie's proud expression, Chen Luo also nodded in admiration.
The continuation of the race is like this, taking root downwards and blossoming upwards.
This root is the past, this flower is the present and the future.
"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this." Sima Lie waved his hand, "Chen Xiaoyou, this time, there is an opportunity, but whether you can seize it depends on you."
Chen Luo had a look of longing on his face and said obediently: "Oh, Mr. Sima, I am not even a disciple of the Historian family, so I am just taking advantage of your opportunity. What a shame - what kind of opportunity is it?"
Sima Lie laughed loudly, grabbed Chen Luo's hand, and strode towards the central lobby, which was guarded by the sun, moon and stars...
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