Wanren Mountain.
Looking at the newly sent "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", Han Qingzhu nodded with satisfaction.
Yes, Ma Chao writes very neatly!
Maybe there will be a Meng Qi camp soon.
If nothing else goes wrong with the role of the phantom of this god general, it is to "pursue and fight fiercely".
Han Qingzhu shook the manuscript in his hand, handed it to Xiao Qi, and ordered: "Copy it immediately and send it to the entire army!"
Xiao Qi took the manuscript, said yes, and hurried out.
Han Qingzhu's face suddenly became serious and he tapped the table with his hand.
"Tian Yusu! Dongcang City!"
"I don't know if it will help those boys!"
…
At this moment, Chen Luo looked at the more than thirty people in front of him who were full of deathly energy and almost spit out blood.
Is this the good "seedling" that the Minister of War said in his message?
Did I misunderstand what Miaozi meant?
Aren't Miaozi supposed to be young, lively and energetic?
What a bunch of grandpas!
The one on the left, the wrinkles on your face have blocked your eyes.
The one on the right, can you stand up on your own? You need someone to help you and say something!
Chen Luo looked at the captain in charge of the transportation with a suspicious look on his face.
The captain also smiled awkwardly: "Master Marquis, the military commander asked me to tell you that these are good seedlings and must be cultivated carefully."
Cultivation?
I admit defeat, okay?
Prime Minister, what do you mean?
Just when Chen Luo was speechless, one of the old men who seemed to be the leader stood up and saluted Chen Luo: "Master Marquis, we have no intention of disturbing you, but it is difficult to disobey the military orders of the Prime Minister."
"Please, Lord Marquis, please arrange an empty house for me and wait, and just send food and water regularly. I'll wait... we don't have much time."
"After seven days, if no one of us comes out of the house, please send someone to collect the body for us."
Chen Luo was shocked and froze on the spot.
Afterwards, the others also tried their best to salute Chen Luo in a standard manner, and the old man who seemed unable to stand finally stood up. Only then did Chen Luo notice that his left foot was shorter than his right foot!
Chen Luo came to his senses, returned the greeting quickly, and said: "You elders are joking, you are guests sent by the Prime Minister to Dongcang City, how can Chen Luo treat you so slowly!"
The leading old man smiled faintly and did not answer. Chen Luo quickly called to the stewards in the city lord's mansion and ordered: "Assign a room to each of you gentlemen..."
At this time, Yun Siyao's voice suddenly sounded in Chen Luo's ears.
"Do as they say."
Chen Luo was confused for a moment, but he changed his words: "Arrange a large and spacious room, deliver food and drinking water every day, and don't disturb him."
The steward nodded, and the leader bowed his hands and thanked him again, so in twos and threes you supported me, and I pestered you, and followed the steward away.
Seeing everyone leaving, the captain took out a jade slip from his pocket and handed it to Chen Luo: "Master Hou, this is the identity information of those old gentlemen. Please take a look."
Chen Luo took the jade slip and penetrated it with his spiritual consciousness. Just one glance and his whole body felt like a lightning strike.
"Xiang Jixuan, a man from Wufeng in Qingzhou, a master in the realm of preaching. He is eighty-four years old. He has guarded Wanren Mountain for forty-six years. He has fought one hundred and thirty-two major and minor battles. There are ninety-six wild heads of the same level in the military tent. .”
"Tang Junhao, a native of Qining, Luozhou, a master in the realm of preaching. He is seventy-three years old. He has guarded Sui'an City for thirty-three years. He has fought 103 major and major battles. He has served six times and accumulated meritorious service as a powerful military captain."
"Jin Anran, a native of Boning, Yuezhou, a master in the realm of preaching, sixty-eight years old, fought nine times out of Yumen Pass, leaving 116 serious injuries and scars."
"Zhai Tianxing, a native of Luo'an in Mangzhou, a master in the realm of preaching, is seventy-six years old. He has pretended to be a barbarian bandit for nineteen years and rescued 1,089 people from Daxuan's captivity. A hundred people came out of the barbarian plains, but he was the only one alive."
…
There are thirty-six people in total, each of them is a master in the preaching realm, each of them is a veteran of hundreds of battles, and each of them is a person who crawled out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood.
But he just felt the death aura on them. He was very familiar with that death aura. He also had that aura when he came out of the Tomb of the Living Dead.
They are dying.
Han Qingzhu, what do you mean by sending these human backbones to Dongcang City!
Do you want me, Chen Luo, to bid them farewell?
You Han Bingxiang couldn't bear to say goodbye, so you thought I, Chen Luo, was hard-hearted!
At some point, Yun Siyao stood beside Chen Luo. She seemed to feel the turmoil in Chen Luo's heart, and gently held Chen Luo's hand: "Calm down!"
The soft and cool touch came from his hand, and Chen Luo's heart became calm for no reason. He turned around and looked at Yun Siyao: "Sixth Senior Sister, what is going on?"
Yun Siyao sighed softly: "We will meet day and night!"
…
"We will meet day and night!" A great scholar on Wanren Mountain sighed, and a master who followed him asked doubtfully, "Teacher, what will we meet day and night?"
"Uncle Xiang said he went to Dongcang City. Was he attending some kind of day and night meeting?"
The great scholar glanced at the disciple in front of him. This disciple was extremely talented. He was less than forty years old now and was already an enlightened master. Therefore, he had never told him about the meeting day and night, so he slowly explained -
"If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening."
"Meeting day and night is my last ditch effort to study in Confucianism."
"Make an oath with the way of heaven in exchange for a short-term clarity of soul, and exchange the gains with like-minded people in order to break through that layer of obstacles, and become a master from a Confucian scholar, or from a Master to a great Confucian!"
"This is the day and night meeting."
The disciple heard the danger in it and asked: "What if the clarity of the soul exchanged with Heaven ends and there is still no breakthrough?"
The scholar clasped his hands behind his back, turned around and walked towards the military tent, and just repeated something faintly——
"Day and night, listen to the Tao in the morning, and die in the evening!"
…
"So, the Minister of War wants to take advantage of Dongcang City Tian Yusu's opportunity to stimulate them?" Chen Luo asked.
Yun Siyao nodded: "The success rate of the Morning and Night Meeting is too low. I have carefully observed those masters. They have accumulated enough, but they have been fighting on the battlefield for too long, their Confucianism has been damaged, and their murderous intention has obscured the path of learning."
"This group of people should be those selected by the Han Bingxiang."
"However, although they are all at the peak of the Confucian Realm and are only a few feet away from the Great Confucian, they are yet the end of the world."
"In my opinion, there are only one or two people who can really succeed."
"Junior brother, don't feel too uncomfortable. Their lifespans have all expired, so their bodies are full of death energy. If they don't break through the Great Confucianism, the person with the most vitality will only live for another half month at most!"
Chen Luo's mind flashed back to the old man who had half of his leg broken and could not stand up. He also remembered the scene of everyone saluting him, and his nose felt slightly sore.
"How...how can I...let them give me gifts!"
"Senior sister, is there any way to mobilize Tian Yusu's opportunities in Dongcang City to help them?"
"They... are heroes!"
Looking at Chen Luo's slightly red eyes, Yun Siyao was also moved. She raised her hand and touched the corners of Chen Luo's eyes: "Tian Yusu's opportunity is given by heaven, and we can't control it."
"Be prepared mentally, the results won't be good."
Chen Luo was silent for a moment, then turned around and went out.
"Junior brother, where are you going?"
"I am the city lord of Dongcang City, and I have been blessed by good luck. I will go find them. Maybe this good luck will help a little bit!"
Seeing Chen Luo's back leave his sight, Yun Siyao smiled faintly.
"Teacher, my junior brother is just like you at heart, very gentle..."
…
"Brother, do you think grandpa can succeed this time?" In Sui'an City, a Confucian scholar in his twenties looked anxiously to the east and asked his brother who was writing a copybook.
The serious-looking brother frowned slightly and paused slightly with his writing hand: "It's useless to worry, just wait for the news."
"Have you finished your homework today?"
The Confucian scholar was a little aggrieved: "I was thinking about grandpa and had no intention of studying. Brother, please tell me something."
The elder brother nodded helplessly: "Grandpa will definitely succeed, be promoted to a great scholar, and gain another sixty years of life."
When the little Confucian scholar heard what his brother said, he seemed to be relieved and said "Yeah". He accidentally glanced at his brother's post and saw that it was densely filled with "Blessed by Kong Sheng", "Success will come soon", "Wu Wu". "Hou Shenwu", "Grandpa lives a long life"...
…
Chen Luo pushed open the door of the hall, and the thirty-six masters looked over.
Chen Luo quickly bowed and said, "Seniors, Chen Luo was a bit slow to treat you just now, so I'm here to apologize."
Chen Luo stood up and said, "Can you give me a small space to listen to your discussion?"
At this time, the leader smiled and said: "You're welcome, Lord Marquis, this is your place, please do as you please!"
Chen Luo nodded and walked into the hall. Suddenly everyone felt that a flow of luck belonging to Dongcang followed Chen Luo into the hall.
Everyone knew it well, and they all saluted Chen Luo and said "Thank you". Chen Luo turned sideways and did not dare to observe the ceremony. Instead, he found a corner and sat cross-legged, closing his eyes and concentrating.
Seeing Chen Luo's attitude, everyone stopped paying attention and started discussing with each other.
…
One day.
Two days.
Three days.
Chen Luo stayed in the hall for three days. For some reason, he found it easier to write "Three Kingdoms" here. He actually wrote the sixty-fifth chapter "Ma Chao fought against Jiameng Pass, and Liu Bei took the lead in Yizhou."
However, Chen Luo was not in the mood to care about these things, because in his eyes, the expressions on the faces of the ladies began to fade.
According to Yun Siyao's explanation, they must have agreed with Tiandao on a seven-day time limit.
The time limit of this day and night meeting is just like the rising and setting of the sun. It rises at the beginning and starts to fall after reaching the peak. However, the peak does not necessarily appear on the middle day, but depends on the collision of ideas among the participants. Depends.
Nowadays, it is obvious that the peak of everyone's collision of ideas has passed.
Logically speaking, someone should make a breakthrough at this time!
But there was no one at the scene.
Chen Luo's eyes showed anxiety and sadness, and this expression was seen by the leader.
Chen Luo already knew at this time that the other party was Mr. Xiang Jixuan, who ranked first on the jade slip.
Master Xiang smiled slightly at Chen Luo, walked up to Chen Luo and saluted.
Chen Luo quickly stood up and returned the courtesy.
Master Xiang smiled and said: "Master Hou, why are you doing this? We are just a disabled person trying to take a chance."
Another person also stepped forward and smiled softly: "Yes, it seems that our life is approaching, our body is aging, our thinking is sluggish, and we have no righteousness, but we can't get it. If we go to the battlefield, we will be a drag on the human race, and the barbarians will target."
"Now I am lucky enough to be able to die on the path of seeking, and I feel satisfied."
Master Xiang nodded: "That's right. If we die in seven days and still bother the Lord to bury us together in the same place, just erect a monument and inscribe the words "Perish for seeking the Tao". It will not be in vain for us as Confucian gentlemen."
"Yes, yes!" At this time, the other masters all laughed.
"I've killed hundreds of barbarians, that's enough for me!"
"My son is a great scholar, so I have no regrets."
"Humph, I have sixteen grandsons, all of whom are scholars. What do you have to compare with me?"
At this time, the old men with old faces were happily talking about their respective brilliance.
Chen Luo looked at them, but he couldn't laugh. He thought over and over in his mind the conversations he had heard these days, looking for anything that could help them.
In fact, the so-called day and night meetings are just to discuss academic methods.
To put it bluntly, how to study?
Don't think that this is just a casual talk. According to Yun Siyao's words, this is the outline of the holy way.
If you don't understand this, you will at least read the book to death and become stuck in a rut and be unable to extricate yourself; at worst, you will read the book crookedly and grasp some specious and false truths, and fall into the wrong way.
These old masters are just too murderous and have blocked the way forward.
To use Yun Siyao's metaphor, their mountain of books and sea of knowledge were covered by a blood mist, and they didn't know how to go on. When they looked back, the road they came from was also filled with blood mist, and they couldn't find their way back.
They are trapped in the current state. They can neither review the past and learn the new, nor can they rise from the ashes. They are stuck in the world so close to each other.
"How to study? How to study?" Chen Luo suddenly moved, "Why am I so stupid, I only thought of it now."
“I don’t know if it will inspire them!”
"What the hell, give it a try."
Chen Luo was certain in his heart, coughed dryly, bowed and saluted, and raised his silver coins: "Masters!"
Everyone stopped talking and looked at Chen Luo again.
Chen Luo stood up and said calmly: "Although I am not a Confucian scholar, I still have some experience in reading. I have benefited a lot from listening to everyone's discussion these days. I am a bit short-sighted. I would like to ask you for advice."
Xiang Jixuan laughed: "I have long heard that Lord Hou is a talented person. Although he is not a member of the Confucian school, he is better than countless people in the Confucian school. Xiang is all ears to listen to Lord Hou's advice."
Others also nodded and said: "Master Hou, please speak!"
Chen Luo cleared his throat, walked to the center of the hall, and said——
"Under the holy way, Confucianism has three realms: Confucian scholar, master, and great Confucian."
"If you are not talented, you will divide this road of study into three realms!"
Xiang Jixuan nodded slightly: "I dare to ask which three realms it is!"
Chen Luo smiled and said, "The first realm corresponds to the Confucian realm."
"I call it 'last night the west wind withered the green trees, I went up to the west tower alone and looked across the road to the end of the world'."
The eyes of all the masters lit up, and Xiang Jixuan said: "This is the work of Yuan Xiangong. When the Marquis read this poem, I had some thoughts in my heart, but I don't know if it is true or not."
Chen Luo stretched out his hand: "Master Xiang, please speak."
Xiang Jixuan said: "The first realm mentioned by the Marquis corresponds to the Confucian scholar. It should be about enduring loneliness and setting ambitions."
"Studying is not an easy task. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and no one was accompanying me. I could only go up to the west building alone. The world is far away, but I have to climb up and look to the end to understand why I am studying!"
Chen Luo nodded: "Master Xiang, great advice! All roads forward have a goal. And in the Confucian realm, reading a lot of books and accumulating a lot of knowledge is to determine one's ambitions in a lot of books."
All the masters nodded, and one master asked: "Master Marquis, what about the second realm? Does it correspond to the realm of masters like us?"
Chen Luo smiled slightly: "Exactly. This second realm corresponds to the Master realm. I will use my brother Liu's words below."
"The belt is getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of Yi."
After Chen Luo finished reciting, all the masters frowned and thought, and finally muttered this sentence.
"That's right, that's right. When I was in Master's realm, I established the path in my heart and pursued it hard. Even though it was all kinds of hardships and difficulties, I never had a single regret."
A master agreed: "Yes, as the saying goes, 'What you see on paper will eventually become shallow, but if you know everything you know, you have to practice it'. The goals set in the Confucian realm must be implemented in the master realm."
Chen Luo nodded and said: "No one can have smooth sailing on the road ahead, and we will definitely pay the price. But we are happy with it and have no regrets."
"Yi Yu has a good heart, and even though he died nine times, he still has no regrets!" Xiang Jixuan nodded and made a half-master salute to Chen Luo, "Thank you, Lord Marquis, for your advice!"
Everyone also saluted and said, "Thank you, Lord Marquis, for your advice."
Chen Luo stepped aside again and continued: "The third realm naturally corresponds to the great Confucian."
"My understanding is still a word."
"Suddenly looking back, that person is there, in a dimly lit place."
As soon as Chen Luo finished speaking, the whole place was silent.
Reading, after reading it, do you suddenly look back?
Is the truth we are pursuing so hard already behind us?
So what is the meaning of our busy life?
At this time, pairs of confused eyes looked at Chen Luo.
Chen Luo let out a long breath.
"In my opinion, Confucian scholars and masters have always been superimposed. Confucian students accumulated knowledge, and masters tempered their perseverance. But at this point, it is time to let go."
"Thousands of flowers bloom on the east wind at night, and the fragrance of BMWs and cars fills the road; there are also moths, snow, willows, and golden wisps, and laughter fills the air with a secret fragrance. These are not our pursuits."
"The so-called 'squandering flowers gradually become enchanting', the more at this time, the more people will stop."
"Even if you search for him thousands of times, you still can't see the target."
"Put down all these lights and leave the busy streets."
"At this time, we can find our direction in that dimly lit place."
"If you are a Confucian scholar, you can see the end of the world."
"At this moment, I am standing at the end of Tianya Road, looking back at the West Tower!"
"Don't forget your original intention and move forward with your head held high."
"Go to the front of Tianya Road that cannot be seen from the west tower, and take another look to see what is ahead!"
Xiang Jixuan said softly: "Ahead, there is the Qiusuo Long Bridge..."
As soon as he said these words, a cloud of blood mist appeared out of thin air above Xiang Jixuan's head. At this time, his awe-inspiring righteousness rose into the sky, dispelling the blood mist and shooting straight into the sky.
City Lord's Mansion.
Yun Siyuan looked at the awe-inspiring righteousness soaring into the sky like a blue pillar of light, and the shadow of a white crane flying around the pillar, until the blue light pillar smeared out a piece of blue clouds in the sky, and his face showed joy: "'A crane is lining up on the clouds in the clear sky. Then lead the righteousness to Bixiao'! This is the sign of breaking through the great Confucianism!"
Before Yun Siyao finished speaking, another beam of righteousness rose into the sky...
…
At this time, in the hall of morning and evening meeting.
Xiang Jixuan became visibly younger and instantly transformed into a handsome middle-aged man. He bowed deeply to Chen Luo: "Thank you Master Chen for your guidance. Jixuan hopes to stay in Dongcang for the rest of his life and report to Master Chen for his guidance." The grace that prolongs life.”
Chen Luo was startled, and just as he was about to say something, another master suddenly opened his eyes, and his righteous energy broke through the blood mist above his head.
The second great scholar!
But this is just the beginning.
Soon, third place, fourth place, fifth place!
…
Eighth, ninth, tenth!
…
Thirteenth, fourteenth, fifteenth!
…
Everyone in Dongcang City stopped what they were doing and looked up into space.
The beams of righteous light rushed out like mushrooms after a rain.
The phantoms of white cranes hovered in the sky, and then fell into the bellies of pregnant women in every household.
Qin Dangguo ran out of the political hall and shouted: "The white crane sends the child! This is a vision of the white crane sending the child!"
"Record it all for me! Record it!"
"When a white crane sends a child, there must be a prodigy!"
"Dongcang is prosperous! Dongcang is prosperous!"
…
In the hall, the thirty-six aging masters have become thirty-six great scholars who have experienced many battles.
Everyone surrounded Chen Luo and performed the courtesy of half a master. This time Chen Luo couldn't avoid it!
Alas, this time, there are thirty-six more Confucian disciples.
Everyone is a killer!
Wang Guowei, thank you!
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