Entering the lobby, Sima Lie slowed down. Chen Luo glanced around and hesitated slightly. The layout of this lobby was very similar to the layout of his mysterious space of the Three Kingdoms.
In the lobby, there are also several statues standing, which seem to be placed in a mysterious pattern. They do not appear chaotic, but have a vague sense of resonance.
"This is the semi-sage historian of our human race in various eras." Sima Lie explained.
Chen Luo quickly saluted the statues and followed Sima Lie to the middle of the lobby, where Sima Lie stopped.
"Brother Song must have told you about the role of historians in Confucianism, right?"
Chen Luo nodded and said: "Fourth senior brother said that the historian can consolidate the Confucian family, country and world!"
Sima Lie smiled proudly and said: "Yes, if it were not for the vicissitudes of the historian's years, no matter how small a word or righteousness, no matter the family, the country, the world, it would be just a glimpse in the years, the geese passing by without a sound, and the wind passing by without a trace."
"The emphasis of historians is on the inheritance of civilization. We often laugh at the demon clan for relying on their bloodline ancestors, but in fact our human race is the same."
"It's just that the bloodline ancestors of my human race are not the bloodline of one family, but the vast history of thousands of years."
"He who remembers the past is the teacher of the future. This is the root of our human race's continuous progress. I like your saying, 'There are talented people from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years.' Talented people can only stand on the top of the wave by following the path opened by their predecessors.”
“Only by continuing the past can we open up the future.”
Chen Luo saluted respectfully and said, "Young man, please be taught."
Sima Lie accepted Chen Luo's salute calmly. This was not a teaching between master and disciple, but an instruction from the seniors of the same clan to the juniors.
Reaching out to help Chen Luo up, Sima Lie asked, "Have you ever seen other people's families, countries, and worlds?"
Chen Luo recalled for a moment. He had seen Wei Yan's and Song Tuizhi's. He nodded: "I've seen a few of them, and they seem to be no different from the territory of my human race."
Sima Lie stroked his beard with one hand and asked, "Have you seen the historian's family, country, and world?"
Chen Luo was stunned, this really didn't exist.
Sima Lie stretched out his hand, touched Chen Luo's eyebrows, and said, "Don't resist!"
Sima Lie's finger touched the center of Chen Luo's eyebrows. Chen Luo felt his body light up, and the sound of rushing rivers came to his ears. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he and Sima Lie were standing in the air above a surging river.
"This is……"
"My family and country belong to the world!"
"The historians' family, country and world are to build their own long history!"
Chen Luo was a little shocked. This mighty river was much more majestic than the boring mountains and rivers of Fourth Senior Brother.
You must not let that arrogant fourth senior brother know this feeling.
Otherwise, the jealousy jar will be overturned.
"Mr. Sima is so powerful!"
Sima Lie smiled faintly: "This is nothing. Back then, a senior historian revealed his long history to Li Qinglian, and Li Qinglian was so frightened that she wrote a famous poem."
"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return."
"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening."
Chen Luo suddenly realized that it was no wonder that "green hair in the morning and snow in the evening" turned out to be about the long history of history.
"That's right." Sima Lie seemed to have thought of something and looked at Chen Luo, "That senior historian once taught the world with historiography. Although he is a great Confucian, he likes to be called Master, and the world calls him Master Cen!"
Chen Luo was shocked.
Damn it!
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will make a toast and don’t stop drinking!
The most famous three-person drinking party in history, one of them is from your historian family!
This is eating noodles with a big row of noodles - a whole big row of noodles!
Sima Lie led Chen Luo down the historical river and introduced as he went: "Historians are different from other Confucian students. We use Haoran's righteousness as the foundation to cultivate the rise and fall of Qi. In addition to the way of heaven, we also draw on the power of the long river of history. , so our home country and the world are like the image of a long river."
Sima Lie pointed to a tumbling wave and said, "Look at that wave, it might be a character from the previous generation in my historical work, or it might be a historical event."
"If there is a historian who embarrasses you in the future, be sure not to get caught up in his history, otherwise he can use the events and characters in the history to attack you."
"The offensive power of historians is the highest among Confucian schools. Not only does the rise and fall of the spirit have the effect of time, but more importantly, for an excellent historian, his trump card may be the era he writes about!"
"Of course, it will not exceed the power of the great scholar of the historian, but it will be difficult enough."
Chen Luo thought. If he finished writing "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", wouldn't it be...
Sima Lie glanced at Chen Luo, and naturally knew what he was thinking, and sighed: "It's a pity for you, kid."
"Why?"
"The long river of your novels is somewhat similar to the long river of history, but it is illusory after all. Heaven can give you the power of the advisers and generals in the book, which is essentially the same as the power you gain from writing martial arts. But there is no way for Heaven to give you the blessing of an era. "
"Because it never existed."
Chen Luo also sighed. He naturally understood what Sima Lie meant, but pouring such a large basin of cold water on him made him feel a little uncomfortable.
"Okay, okay." Seeing Chen Luo's somewhat frustrated look, Sima Lie patted Chen Luo's back and smiled, "Didn't I say I would give you a chance? Don't be discouraged."
Only then did Chen Luo remember the purpose of his trip, and asked again: "Old sir, please stop showing off. What is the opportunity?"
Sima Lie said: "Don't worry, we will be there soon. Look..."
Sima Lie kept moving forward, and Chen Luo looked up. Unexpectedly, the mist of water vapor in front of him dissipated, and Chen Luo's pupils suddenly widened.
He saw a long river with almost no edge.
No, this is the sea!
Compared with the vast ocean in front of him, Sima Lie's long history is simply a small tributary.
If Chen Luo remembered correctly, they were walking downstream.
The lower reaches of the long river of history, that is...
"This place is called Future Sea!"
Chen Luo looked at Sima Lie with some confusion.
You historians have something.
"The sea of the future is the end point and the starting point of the long river of history. The future at this moment is the past at that moment. The truth behind it is endlessly mysterious." Sima Lie said, "Your opportunity lies within."
"Inside?" Chen Luo was surprised.
Does this mean you want to jump into the sea?
"You have the power of time and can enter the future sea without worrying."
"There are countless treasures of time in the sea in the future. It's up to you what you can get."
"Seize the opportunity. Hai Yijiazi will only show up once in the future. It is connected to us through the long river of time. It is the historian's unique treasure house. This time it will be an advantage for you."
When Chen Luo heard this, he looked puzzled: "In other words, there are other people entering the future sea?"
Sima Lie nodded: "If you are a third-grade scholar or above in the historian's family, you can open up the long river of history alone, and naturally you can also connect to the sea of the future. But to bring people in, you must at least know the realm of the second-grade. As far as I know, those who can enter the sea, There are less than a hundred people. You may not be able to meet this vast future."
Chen Luo was even more confused: "Mr. Sima, can you go in?"
You need to ask this question clearly. If you pick up a treasure and then meet a great scholar, would you give it to it or not?
Sima Lie smiled: "The Future Sea, as the name suggests, is prepared for the future. In addition to the power of vicissitudes of life to protect oneself, the age of those who enter the sea has its own limit. I have already passed that age."
"Don't worry, it is difficult to cultivate as a historian. Not to mention meeting a great scholar, even if you want to meet a master, it will be difficult."
Chen Luo felt a little more relaxed and thought of something else. Just as he was about to ask, Sima Lie looked impatient: "If you're done, hurry up and get down!"
With that said, Sima Lie raised his leg and kicked Chen Luo's butt. Chen Luo fell from mid-air and fell into the future sea...
…
Lingzhou, bamboo forest.
A line of green smoke slowly rose in the bamboo forest.
The flames of a small bonfire danced, and the tips of tender white bamboo shoots were carefully picked, strung on small wooden skewers, and rolled back and forth.
The brush supported by the hair that had just been plucked from the iron-eating beast was dipped in sesame oil and spread evenly on the tips of the bamboo shoots. The sesame oil dripped, and the flames seemed to have taken some tonic and jumped for joy.
A small white hand picked up a handful of fine snowflake salt and sprinkled it on the bamboo shoots, adding a layer of oil.
In Lingzhou, chili is naturally indispensable.
The red chili powder was scattered, and the pure white color suddenly became alluring.
After tossing it back and forth twice, the pretty maid put the roasted bamboo shoot tip to her nose and smelled it. She nodded with satisfaction and called back: "Girl, the bamboo shoot tip is ready!"
The girl sitting on the bamboo bench not far away was dressed in white, with a green ribbon tied on her head. She was frowning, and the bamboo forest was slightly tilted towards her, as if she was afraid of the sun shining in her eyes. She seemed not to have heard the call of the little maid, looking at the eight snow-white scales in front of her, muttering to herself.
"Why is it the dragon fighting the wild elephant again!"
"Senior Brother, Second Senior Sister, Fourth Senior Brother, and the cheap little Junior Brother we picked up are all outside."
"Who are you talking about?"
"No, I have to talk to Master."
Thinking of this, the fairy-like girl stood up, walked to the little maid, picked up a bunch of roasted bamboo shoot tips, and said while eating: "Let's go, little bamboo shoots."
The little maid quickly put out the bonfire and patted her skirt: "Okay."
…
Shouyang Mountain.
Everyone knows that the Great Heavenly Master brought back a female disciple last time.
People in the Taoist sect have a pure Taoist heart. They don’t care too much about whether they are beautiful or not. The main thing is that they look comfortable.
The newly promoted Taoist eldest sister is like that, she looks very comfortable.
Unfortunately, he has been asleep.
I heard that he was absorbing the Taoist will of a Soul-shattering Taoist.
Doesn't that mean that as long as you don't die in the middle, you are guaranteed to be in the first-grade soul-shattering realm?
Tsk tsk tsk, good luck.
At this moment, inside the White Jade Palace.
Seven heavenly masters and a top Taoist master were split on the Bagua formation, while Chen Xuan closed her eyes tightly and was suspended above the Bagua diagram.
A steady stream of divine soul power was introduced into Chen Xuan's consciousness through the formation, helping Chen Xuan sort out the principles of Taoism in his body and help him absorb them.
Chen Xuan's brows suddenly frowned slightly.
Qingwei hurriedly said: "If you all hold on for a moment longer, Xuan'er's soul can already accommodate Senior Sister's Taoist will."
Qingxuan, who was sitting in the Xun seat, smiled and said: "Elder brother, don't worry, this is the disciple of the elder sister. Even if we use up all the power of our souls, we will make her wake up safely!"
The other heavenly masters nodded.
At this time, the top Taoist king sitting in the Kun position suddenly said: "Fellow heavenly masters, after Master Xuan wakes up for a moment, his body will instantly carry the power of the soul-shattering Taoist king. How to draw it out at that time is the key step, otherwise the physical body Collapse, no soul left, please be prepared!"
When all the heavenly masters heard this, their faces became serious.
…
In Zhongjing City.
The Xie family is not considered a powerful person in Zhongjing, but it can be called a wealthy businessman. Not to mention anything else, in Zhongjing and Zhili alone, 90% of the pens, inks, paper, and inkstones belong to the Xie family, and the Xie family exclusively owns 30% of the four treasures of the world's studios.
Yes, not one, but four!
Everyone knows how the Xie family made their fortune, but no one can see how the Xie family made their fortune. It's as if he was right under people's eyes, watching, and suddenly in the blink of an eye, he turned into a giant. Giant thing.
Even the current Holy Emperor personally ranked the head of the Xie family first when he met with merchants, and even gave him a special plaque: Home of the Four Treasures!
Although the head of the family, Xie Kui, is now only a fifth-grade enlightened master, he behaves like a great scholar wherever he goes, and even sometimes the great scholar has to greet him with a smile.
Some people jokingly said that if Xie Kuifa becomes more aggressive, the difficulty of reading for people in the world will be increased by 10%.
Someone really did some good deeds and found out that this joke was true, at least in terms of the cost of studying.
However, now such a great Confucian businessman who can influence the world is like a well-behaved little book boy, standing in front of an exquisite courtyard, looking at the back of the person sitting in the courtyard with admiration, and said respectfully: "Master Fang, Then Chen Luo went to Chunqiu Hall."
Master Fang paused while playing chess and pondered for a moment: "Calculating the time, the sea should open in the future. It must be Sima Lie who is sending benefits to Chen Luo."
The white chess piece fell, and looking at the chess position, it seemed that just one more move would be enough to surround and destroy a black dragon.
"It doesn't matter, it won't change the overall situation!" Master Fang said calmly. He looked at the chess game on the chessboard that could be won with just one more move. He suddenly smiled and stretched out his hand to mess up the chessboard.
"time to go……"
…
The long river of history and the ocean of the future.
Chen Luo was facing a vicious shark at this time.
He was also very confused. As soon as he fell into the sea, he landed in front of this big guy.
Chen Luo swallowed, looked at the shark, and tried to raise his hand and say hello.
"Hi, are you treasure?"
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