The road is long and far away, I will search up and down.
According to legend, before Qu Sheng recited this eternal masterpiece, there was an invisible gap between the semi-sage and the great scholar.
Countless sages and scholars have climbed over six mountains of books and crossed six seas of knowledge, but they can only stand in front of a cliff and sigh.
The sage said that there is no end to learning, but there is no way ahead!
Only a handful of people, with great courage, jumped into the vast invisible ravine.
Seeking scholars, hearing the Tao in the morning, and dying in the evening!
The so-called semi-saints are the few who have heard the Tao among those who risk their lives to seek knowledge.
The rest were all buried under the ravine.
Until Qu Sheng, with great compassion for heaven and mankind, published "Heavenly Questions", wrote "Li Sao", and threw himself into the ravine, the holy way turned into a long iron bridge connecting the great Confucians and the semi-sages.
From then on, there was a path from a Confucian scholar to a semi-saint, which the world called "Qiusuo". Stepping on the Qiusuo Long Bridge meant embarking on the road to becoming a saint.
However, the road of pursuit is long and long, and the obstacles at every step are far greater than the confusions encountered on the way to study before. Once you embark on it, you can't look back. A little bit of fatigue can lead to one being possessed by a demon at worst, or death at worst.
There was once a semi-sage saying: Before searching, there is the truth; above searching, there is the truth.
How many great scholars with a good state of mind hesitate before asking for a long rope bridge, and will not take that step until they are fully prepared.
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Song Tuizhi looked at the mandarin duck scholar who stopped him, feeling depressed.
Two second-grade Confucian scholars actually developed the magical power of "telepathy". Their families, countries, and worlds blended into each other and complemented each other. They reached the level of a righteous state of mind and held him back for life.
The aura in the stone forest continued to bloom, and Song Tuizhi naturally felt it and felt worried in his heart.
"You two, do you want to form a deadly feud with Zhulin?"
Shi Yang sighed and said: "The bamboo forest is naturally very majestic. I am nothing more than an ant waiting in front of the Bamboo Saint. But the kindness is as high as the sky, and my husband and I have to pay it back."
"As for the funeral, Master Song doesn't have to worry about it."
At this moment, the wind in the sky changed, and a bolt of thunder fell from the sky and fell into the stone forest. The strong pressure of the Tao Lord dissipated. Song Tuizhi raised the corner of his eye, and he sensed a familiar aura in this Taoist rhyme.
"Husband, this is the soul-shattering Dao Lord, and the stone forest is about to be exposed." The woman who had been silent suddenly said.
"Damn it!" Shi Yang frowned, the benefactor's explanation came to mind——
"If there is a change in the stone forest, it will detonate the power of the Holy Way left by Prime Minister Xiao."
Shi Yang looked at his wife, their eyes were firm.
"Songjun, I'm sorry."
"Shi Lang, thank you."
Mandarin ducks cry blood and butterfly wings are broken.
Everyone thought that the favor they were talking about was the old Wanghou's love for protecting the matchmaker, but little did they know that the favor they wanted to repay was that benefactor's kindness of sheltering and teaching him for twenty years.
As a great scholar, how could he not understand many things?
Maybe they were just an idle piece in the chess game, which was laid out eighty years ago, but they didn't care.
It has been a great blessing to have known each other for many years.
Song Tuizhi felt a sudden surge of alarm in his heart. He sensed that Yuanyang Daru's family, country, and world were spreading towards the stone forest. The family, country, and world were in constant turmoil, and seemed to contain the power to destroy the world.
"The holy way will collapse!" Song Tuizhi's heart moved. If this holy way exploded in the stone forest, it would trigger a chain reaction, and then there would be no life left in the stone forest!
This is not the time to investigate why Yuanyang Daru changed his previous attitude and suddenly became so decisive. Song Tuizhi attacked Yuanyang Daru with all his strength. However, at this time, the power of Yuanyang Daru's violent and turbulent family and country was stronger than before. The fundamental reason for Song Tuizhi's retreat was Unable to get close.
The stone forest began to vibrate slightly, and the dangerous aura spread little by little.
Song Tuizhi suppressed the impatience in his heart. He understood that there was only one way to break the situation.
"Back off, since you recognize this junior brother, you must take good care of him!"
"Fourth Senior Brother, is this useful to you? Then I will copy one for you first."
Song Tuizhi's mind echoed with his past relationship with Chen Luo, and he was extremely satisfied with this junior brother.
He is said to be a junior brother, but he is just like the descendants of his descendants.
It's a pity that he was not allowed to see himself at his most majestic.
"What's the truth? What's the truth?"
"I established the Tao with courage. I have the courage of a reckless man, the courage of a strong man, and the courage of a national warrior."
"Today, I show my courage to protect you again."
"Brothers protect younger brothers, elders protect young ones, strong ones protect weak ones."
"Keep the truth in mind and move forward courageously!"
Song Tuizhi exhaled a breath of turbid air from his chest, raised his head, and saw a shadow of an iron rope appearing in the sky.
"Teacher, today, I am going on a quest."
Song Tuizhi took a long breath.
"I retired from Song Dynasty, and today I set foot on the Suolong Bridge."
"If you advance, never retreat!"
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Chen Luo, under the care of Daojun Tianling, ran towards the outside of the stone forest. Just now, he felt a huge pressure that seemed to wipe out everything, but after a loud noise, the pressure dissipated.
It must have been done by Fourth Senior Brother!
Chen Luo felt an unknown feeling in his heart at this time, and tried his best to speed up his pace.
Finally, after turning around several stone pillars, my eyes suddenly opened up.
Out of the stone forest.
Chen Luo saw a straight figure standing outside the stone forest. In front of the figure, two corpses, a man and a woman, were lying on the ground.
Chen Luo breathed a sigh of relief and shouted: "Fourth Senior Brother."
Song Tuizhi slowly turned his head and looked at Chen Luo, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
"Junior brother, just be fine!"
Suddenly, a ray of blue light shot out from Song Tuizhi's body. Song Tuizhi tilted his body and was about to fall to the ground. Chen Luo rushed to Song Tuizhi and supported him.
"Fourth Senior Brother? How did you..." Chen Luo suddenly stopped in the middle of asking. He saw cracks starting to appear on Song Tuizhi's body, and green light continued to shoot out from the cracks.
"Senior brother! Senior brother! What's wrong with you?" Chen Luo's heart suddenly tightened. He subconsciously tried to cover the green light in the cracks with his hands, but there were too many cracks.
Song Tuizhi seemed to have turned into a porcelain bottle that was about to be broken but not yet broken.
"Brother! Senior brother..." Huge fear enveloped Chen Luo, and Chen Luo's tears fell instantly. He hurriedly tried to press the green light emitted from Senior Brother Song's body, but it seemed so useless.
"Don't... don't..." Chen Luo's whole body began to tremble slightly. Song Tuizhi grabbed Chen Luo's hands that were pressing around and said with a smile, "Just now, the fourth senior brother was so powerful."
"Fourth Senior Brother has always been very impressive!" Chen Luo nodded quickly, "Let's go back to Beijing! Yes, we will be saved if we return to Beijing!"
Chen Luo carried Song Tuizhi on his back. At this moment, a ray of light came from a distance and fell in front of Chen Luo. It was Yan Baichuan, the Minister of Literature.
He was attracted by Chen Xuan's coercion and thought it was some soul-shattering Taoist Lord who had arrived, but he didn't expect to see this scene.
"Wen Xiang!" When Chen Luo saw Yan Baichuan, he seemed to see hope. He knelt heavily on his knees and swallowed, "Wen Xiang, save my senior brother... Please, save my senior brother!"
Yan Baichuan stretched out his hand to help Chen Luo up and looked at Song Tuizhi. Song Tuizhi grinned and said, "Old man, I'm asking for help!"
Yan Baichuan frowned and said: "Nonsense, unformed truth, you dare to go to the Bridge of Seeking Ropes!"
After saying that, he waved his hand and a strong righteousness enveloped Song Tuizhi, suppressing the green light all over Song Tuizhi's body.
Yan Baichuan looked at Chen Luo: "I will take your fourth senior brother back to the bamboo forest. The Bamboo Saint will find a way to save him, so don't worry."
After saying that, Yan Baichuan glanced at the stone forest with cold eyes, waved his sleeves, and Song Tuizhi, who was lying on the ground, disappeared from everyone's sight...
…
Chen Luo sat paralyzed on the ground, a drop of cold rain falling on his face. He raised his head, and at some point, it started raining.
"Daojun Tianling, do you still have the recovery pill you just gave me?" Chen Luo asked.
Daojun Tianling nodded and threw a small porcelain bottle to Chen Luo. Chen Luo opened the cork and poured it into his mouth.
"Chen Luo, you..."
Chen Luo saluted Lord Dao Ling in the sky: "Master Dao, could you please look for my two brothers?"
After saying that, Chen Luo turned around and walked towards Zhongjing.
"Chen Luo, where are you going?"
"kill!"
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The winter rain is always cold and harsh, hitting the ground hard and causing a small splash of water.
The sound of explosions coming from far outside the city caused people in Zhongjing City to talk a lot.
A fast horse rushed in from the city gate. Just as the defenders were about to stop him, they received a mark thrown by the man on the horse——
Wan'an Boyin!
Looking at the figure disappearing in the rain, the soldier felt the slightest murderous intention.
…
Jiang Yudai felt irritable as he listened to the sound of rain outside Shishan Tower.
Wen Xiang is out of town.
He felt vaguely uneasy. He carefully considered his plan again, but he couldn't find any flaws.
"Am I worrying too much?" Jiang Yudai thought.
At this time, the shout of the shopkeeper of Shishan Tower suddenly came from outside the door.
"No...someone has reserved the venue today...this adult..."
Jiang Yudai frowned.
When you are upset, do you still come to disturb the situation and seek death?
Jiang Yudai opened the door of the quiet room and saw a man wearing a bamboo hat rushing into Shishan Tower.
"I don't want my life, today I am..."
Jiang Yudai stopped abruptly in the middle of his words. The man opposite took off his bamboo hat, revealing his covered face.
Chen Luo!
"You, you're not dead?" Jiang Yudai blurted out and turned around to run away. Chen Luo's figure fluttered and came to Jiang Yudai in an instant. A cold light flashed in his hand, and a line of blood appeared on Jiang Yudai's neck.
Chen Luo stretched out his hand and grabbed Jiang Yudai's hair. Jiang Yudai's body fell suddenly, and the head was still in Chen Luo's hand.
The head shopkeeper of Shishan Tower was stunned for a moment, then suddenly screamed——
"Killing people——"
…
Chen Luo walked out of Shishan Tower carrying the bloody head and walked into the rain.
He raised his head and looked at the sky.
The rain hit his face, and people came and went around him, but they all avoided him.
Passers-by talked in low voices, looking back and forth between Chen Luo and the head in his hand.
In the distance, the captain patrolling the city came, but was stopped by disciples from various academies.
The arresting envoy from the Ministry of Health was blocked by four Qianying of the Zhenxuan Division. Li Qingzhao was sitting aside drinking a small drink.
The Prime Minister frowned slightly and watched as Leng Hanbing led the Wenchang Pavilion scholar to surround the main hall.
In front of the Dharma Prime Minister, Sima Lie stood with his hands behind his back.
In the imperial city, Ye Heng listened to the queen's cries, sighed deeply, and ordered: "The queen cannot leave Changqiu Palace without my permission."
"Here!"
Ye Heng turned around and left the harem.
Chen Luo didn't know any of this. He felt that the whole world was quiet.
"Fourth Senior Brother!" Chen Luo shouted softly, but no figure came out of the space around him.
An unprecedented loneliness and helplessness enveloped Chen Luo.
At this moment, an umbrella suddenly covered the rain curtain above Chen Luo's head.
The inside of the umbrella depicts a picture of a rising red sun, which seems to bring warmth.
At some point, a woman stood in front of Chen Luo.
Passers-by didn’t know when this woman appeared, as if she just appeared out of thin air.
The moment they saw her, everyone's eyes moved away from Chen Luo and the head in his hand, and fell on her body.
The white clothes beat the snow, and the features were as picturesque as they were. Standing with an umbrella in hand like this, it dissipated Chen Luo's murderous aura. The Book of Songs said that there was a beautiful woman on the other side of the water.
At least it should be this kind of person who can withstand the praise of the Book of Songs through the ages.
The beauty under the umbrella reached out her hand, wiped away the rain and tears on Chen Luo's face, and showed a warm smile to Chen Luo.
"Fourth Brother will be fine."
"I am your sixth senior sister, and my name is Yun Siyao."
"Sorry, I am late."
She stretched out her hand, hugged Chen Luo, and gently patted Chen Luo's back.
"Don't be afraid, little junior brother."
"We're all here!"
Chen Luo's nose felt sore, and his suppressed emotions burst out. He let go of the head in his hands, hugged Yun Siyao, and cried loudly...
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Mozhou, Fang Shengcheng.
This is the clan of the Fang family, named after Fang Sheng.
At this time, a phantom of a bamboo whip appeared in the sky.
The bamboo whip slowly fell towards Fang's manor, and the rich holy power radiated from the bamboo whip, stretching across the sky, and everyone could see it when they looked up.
Under the first whip, the Fang family manor was reduced to ruins, except for the ancestral temple dedicated to Fang Sheng.
With the second whip, all the great scholars of the Fang family were hit hard, with blood vomiting from their mouths and their breaths sluggish.
Just as the third whip was about to be struck, a roar sounded——
"Yu Wuji, this matter was done by Wanghou and has nothing to do with my Fang family."
"It doesn't matter if something happens to this saint's disciple, it's all the fault of your Fang family!"
"Yu Wuji, you are going too far!"
A pair of righteous palms quickly gathered and faced the bamboo weave.
"The ancestors took action!"
"It's just Bamboo Sage, the ancestor will definitely be able to capture him!"
"How can our Fang family be insulted, not even a half-saint!"
Just when everyone in the Fang family was excited, the bamboo whip struck the three giant palms of righteousness without slowing down at all, and the pair of giant palms collapsed!
When the third whip was struck, a muffled sound was heard, and the hearts of all the people of the Fang clan felt pain, and the Half-Saint of the Fang clan was injured.
At this time, the wind was rolling in the sky, and a huge illusory face condensed, and a heroic voice sounded: "Brother Wuji, give me a face..."
"Get out!" The mighty holy power emanated from the bamboo whip and directly dispersed the half-saint shadow that came to persuade him to make peace.
"King Zhen, I know that you are spying on my Fang family. Do you want all the half-saints of our Fang family to come out of the secret realm to fight in the bamboo forest now?" The injured half-saint suddenly shouted.
A sigh sounded: "Wuji, there is a war in the north."
Judging from his tone, he sounded familiar to Bamboo Sage.
The phantom of the bamboo whip shook, and quickly condensed into a physical bamboo stick about three feet long, falling from the sky.
"This saint is not that ignorant of the general situation."
"On the anniversary of Fang Sheng's death next year, a holy war will begin!"
"At that time, I will burn a half-saint of the Fang family to sacrifice to Saint Fang!"
"The holy war can be postponed, but the Confucian war begins first."
As the words fell, the bamboo stick falling from the sky was caught by a delicate hand.
The person who caught the bamboo stick was a beautiful woman in her mid-20s, with long black hair like a waterfall, bright eyes and white teeth, riding sideways on a huge black and white panda.
She raised her head and looked at Fang's gate, which had been whipped by the Bamboo Sage with only half of it left. She spoke softly, the sound of which could be heard thousands of miles away.
"The second disciple of Zhulin, Chu Jiaojiao, asks the great scholar of the Fang family to fight to the death."
"Which one will die first?"
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