(There are still extras in the writer’s words)
Zhongjing City, Chunqiu Hall.
Sima Lie stood on the square of Chunqiu Hall, with a trace of doubt on his face, looking at the northern sky.
A great historian passed by and saw Sima Lie. He was also curious and stepped forward to salute: "Mr. Sima, what are you doing?"
Sima Lie shook his head slightly and said, "I don't know either. It's just that there was a change in the long river of time just now. It seems that something recorded in history happened!"
The scholar from the historian family was slightly stunned, and after sensing it for a moment, he said, "I didn't notice anything."
At this moment, a master historian ran out of the Chen Pavilion and shouted: "Master, the patrol instrument has moved! The patrol instrument has moved!"
The hour watch, a treasure of the historians, is a huge hourglass. The upper part is filled with the sand of time, and the lower part is divided into eight parts, corresponding to the four parts of east, south, west, north, northeast, northwest, southeast and southwest. direction. Whenever a major historical event occurs, they will feel it and judge the place where the incident occurred based on the amount of sand falling.
"But something happened in the north?" Simali walked forward quickly, and the historian also looked nervous.
Nowadays, the war in the north is stalemate. If there is a major historical event, it will be either a huge victory or a disastrous defeat!
But how is that possible?
Could it be that... Barbarian God and Barbarian Sacrifice ignored the agreement between the two heavens and took action forcefully.
At this time, the Master Shi had already run up to the two of them and said, "Thirty-six thousand miles to the northeast!"
Sima Lie and the scholar of the Shi family immediately flashed the Daxuan territory map in their minds, and it was thirty-six thousand miles to the northeast.
The two looked at each other and said in unison: "Dongcang City!"
A glimmer of light flashed in Sima Lie's eyes.
"I will use the power of the Holy Way of the Shidao Giant Sect to teleport over, and you will be in charge of the Spring and Autumn Hall!"
"yes!"
Sima Lie waved his sleeves and disappeared from the spot.
The historian turned his head sideways with a look of confusion on his face: "Dongcang City, Wuhou?"
…
Dongcang City.
At this time, the other great scholars who sensed the power of heaven in the martial arts academy also appeared one after another.
Soon, Yun Siyao and Wu Litao also appeared behind Chen Luo.
When many great scholars from all battles saw Yun Siyao, they all saluted.
After Yun Siyao returned the gift, he saw the first electric pattern tablet, and with a flash of his eyes, he understood the whole story.
"Junior brother, do you want to answer three questions about running a school?"
"This song 'Used to Long Nights in Spring' is the first one!"
Yun Siyao looked at Chen Luo. At this time, Chen Luo's long sword penetrated half an inch into the second stone slab. He stood there with his eyes closed and meditated.
The second question of running a school: How!
Helpless, helpless, desperate, what should we do?
The cries of countless people seemed to flash in Chen Luo's mind. They were angry, they were sad, they cursed God, they prayed to God. They didn't understand why only those who have mastered the talent of reading can get the favor of heaven and have the ability to survive in the world. The power of the world.
Humans are like grass, why bother giving birth to humans!
Chen Luo let out a long breath, opened his eyes, and flipped his wrists.
"Move, move, Lord Marquis has moved."
"The first sentence came out."
On the stone slab, a row of powerful characters appeared.
"Jiuzhou is angry and relies on wind and thunder."
"Kiuzhou? That's right. Back then, the human dynasty divided the world and divided the territory of the human race into nine states. It was called the ancient nine states in history. The Marquis must have used this allusion in this sentence."
"This sentence points out that the human race needs a new force like wind and thunder to appear in order to make it angry. It has the meaning of 'thunder shakes the wind and stuns every household, and the heaven and earth open up and turn the great jun'!"
"Look, the Marquis has written the second sentence."
Chen Luo wrote the second sentence of this poem at this time——
"It's sad that all the horses are silent."
With this sentence, a feeling of lament spread throughout the audience.
Xiang Jixuan shook his head and sighed: "Po Xian once said in "Three Horses Illustrated Praise and Introduction": The Northern Barbarian tribute horse, with a head eight feet high, a dragon head with phoenix bones, a tiger back with a leopard medal, came out of Donghua After entering the Heavenly Si Prison, the hyenas roared loudly and thousands of horses fell silent."
"The Marquis uses horses as metaphors for people. Our human race has a population nearly twice as large as that of the barbarians. However, everyone in the barbarians is a soldier, but only the people of our human race can fight with them. Therefore, when one horse roars, ten thousand horses are silent. , it’s a shame…”
"This sentence corresponds to the previous sentence, and it really points out why the power of wind and thunder is needed to stir up anger."
At this time, Chen Luo had blocked out the comments of the people around him. He felt a force wrapping around his body, making every stroke made by the tip of his sword several times harder than before.
Chen Luo's worldly aura exploded vigorously, and a steady stream of blessings came to Chen Luo's sword-holding hand. The tip of the sword entered another half inch, and the light on it flickered. Just after writing the first stroke, the sword was equivalent to the Confucius Wenbao. explode.
"Master Marquis, use this sword!" A long sword with a bumpy blade appeared in Xiang Jixuan's hand and he threw it to Chen Luo. "With this sword, I killed hundreds of comrades and common people who were cursed by the barbarians and could not be cured. Above it is the suffering of my human race, the pain of the human race, and it is also my life-threatening sword! Now it is a great scholar’s treasure!"
Xiang Jixuan threw the sword to Chen Luo, but Chen Luo caught it.
Chen Luo held this fatal sword in his hand, and seemed to hear the roar of the human race in the sword. He pierced the tip of the sword into the stone slab again, and finally finished writing the whole poem——
Jiuzhou is angry and relies on wind and thunder,
It's sad that all the horses are silent.
I urge God to cheer up again,
Recruit talents in an eclectic way!
At the end of the poem, there is a long silence!
After a moment, Xiang Jixuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Jiantian! This is Jiantian!"
"Reducing talents in any way! Great, well said!"
"This human race should have been eclectic a long time ago!"
While everyone was talking about it, a cracking sound suddenly came from the second stone slab.
"Huh? Could it be that Heaven is not convinced and wants to destroy this monument?"
"This...how is this possible!"
But in the eyes of everyone, there were more and more cracks on the stone slab.
"Tiandao, why are you... hmm?"
A great scholar was about to yell angrily when suddenly his words choked in his mouth.
Because from the cracks in the second stone slab, streams of fragrant air spread out instantly.
Immediately afterwards, I saw wisps of green onion seedlings emerging from the cracks, turning into zhicao and orchid grass, and a jade giant tree looming behind the stone tablet!
"Zhilan Yushu!" Yun Siyao said.
Hearing Yun Siyao's words, the great scholars suddenly recognized this vision——
Zhilanyushu!
The Xie family, a semi-sage family in the previous dynasty, produced half-sages for three consecutive generations. Heavenly Dao used the Zhilan Yushu to grow in their court, so the talented children of the Xie family were also called the Xie family treasure tree. Wang Wei once wrote, "It is not the treasure tree of the Xie family, but the neighbor of the Meng family." Later, Zhilan Yushu became the synonym for outstanding disciples.
I just didn't expect that after thousands of years, the people present would actually witness the vision of the "Zhilan Yushu" again, and it would grow out of the stone out of thin air.
"Eclectic!" Xiang Jixuan was a little unbelievable, "Tiandao is responding to the Marquis!"
“Grow a treasure tree in an eclectic way!”
…
Zhongjing City, Wenchang Pavilion.
Yan Baichuan, who was reviewing academic seals, suddenly paused, and the brush in his hand was suspended in mid-air. He shifted his gaze slightly and looked at the teacup at his side.
The tea in the tea cup rippled slightly, and the tea leaves floating on it moved slowly like a boat.
Immediately afterwards, the heavier pen holder on the desk began to shake.
Yan Baichuan suddenly pressed down on the desk to suppress the shaking of the desk.
"Earthquake?" Yan Baichuan frowned. How can it be? Zhongjing City is the most benign place of the human race and has its own formations. How could an earthquake happen?
Could it be the aftermath of the Half-Saint battle?
Yan Baichuan turned around a thousand times in an instant, when Leng Hanbing rushed in: "Wen Xiang, Wenchang Pavilion has moved!"
"I know!"
"No, I mean, only Wenchang Pavilion moved!"
Yan Baichuan was stunned and instantly understood Leng Hanbing's words. He suddenly closed his eyes and his consciousness covered the entire Wenchang Pavilion.
It's not an earthquake, but the space in Wenchang Pavilion is shaking!
"Wen Xiang, what's going on?" Leng Hanbing asked.
"We, Wenchang Pavilion, are in charge of the world's education. This is a change in the way of education!"
Yan Baichuan opened his eyes and counted with his hands.
From the top to the bottom, there is great Yuanheng, which is auspicious.
The fourteenth hexagram is the great hexagram of Huotian.
Yan Baichuan breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued to calculate. After a moment, his face showed doubts.
"Dongcang?"
Leng Hanbing's ears twitched: "Military Prime Minister? What Dongcang? Is it related to Wuhou?"
Yan Baichuan nodded: "Not bad!"
Leng Hanbing: "I wish..."
Yan Baichuan said directly: "I'm going to Dongcang quickly, you stay at Wenchang Pavilion!"
Leng Hanbing was stunned for a moment and wanted to say more. Yan Baichuan waved his sleeves and disappeared from the spot...
…
Everyone's eyes fell on Chen Luo, and they followed Chen Luo to the third stone slab.
The third question in running a school: What do you want?
If this road goes to the end, what will it look like?
Among the three questions about running a school, the most difficult ones are the first and second questions. The third question is relatively easier to answer.
Throughout the ages, the best statement about the third question is Zhang Hengqu’s “create peace for all generations.”
I wonder how Mr. Hou will look forward to it?
Everyone is like a dragon?
It’s not impossible!
Chen Luo's face became a little more relaxed at this time, and he looked at the third stone slab.
The fatal sword in his hand was raised and pierced into the stone slab.
At this moment, he thought of a character from his previous life.
The old man who received mixed reviews and bad reputations.
Chen Luo turned his wrist and wrote a poem like flowing clouds and flowing water.
The husband holds the Wu hook with only one hand, and his spirit is higher than that of Baichilou.
Whoever writes history in the past ten thousand years will behead the barbarians three thousand miles away.
I will definitely follow Linwu with my swift feet, and I will chase the water gulls when I am leisurely.
He smiled and pointed at the moon rising from the sky in Manyuan, shining on the fourteen states of Daxuan.
"Okay!" A loud roar sounded, and everyone followed the sound, only to see a space twisting, and a huge door emerged from the vicissitudes of life.
"The Shi family is a huge family?" Yun Siyao looked puzzled.
The giant gate of the Shi family does not have the function of teleportation. Instead, it requires the historians to search for the footprints of their predecessors behind the door and integrate them with themselves to achieve the purpose of rapid transfer. This is very costly.
At this time, the giant door slowly opened a crack, and a figure flew out.
When Xiang Jixuan and others saw the visitor, they quickly saluted: "I have met Mr. Sima."
Chen Luo was also stunned, Sima Lie, why is he here?
Chen Luo stepped forward and saluted: "Mr. Sima, you..."
"Get out of the way!"
Sima Lie bypassed Chen Luo, walked past the first stone tablet, paused for a moment, then stood in front of the second stone tablet, and sighed: "Electric pattern tablet script, Zhilan Yushu!"
"Hey Chen Luo, why didn't you call me in advance when you were writing this?"
"I am deeply regretful that I cannot witness such a vision with my own eyes!"
With that said, Sima Lie stood in front of the third inscription again and nodded slightly.
Xiang Jixuan cupped his hands and said: "Mr. Sima, you are a great historian, why don't you comment on the poem that our Lord Marquis asked the third question!"
Sima Lie glanced at Xiang Jixuan and knew that Xiang Jixuan
"The third song is less literary, but full of heroism!"
"The first sentence has the meaning of Li Changji's 'why don't men wear Wu hook', and the second half of the sentence is a translation of 'one hundred feet can make further progress'!"
"I like the second sentence. Whoever writes history in the past ten thousand years will behead a barbarian three thousand miles away. He is so heroic that he only cares about today's pleasure and does not care about his reputation during his lifetime!"
"The third sentence is a bit flat, following in the footsteps of Emperor Lin and Emperor Wu, and not spending time in fun."
"The fourth sentence is the reason for my applause."
As he said that, Sima Lie looked at Chen Luo: "What a boy, so ambitious."
"We must take that barbaric world into Daxuan's fourteenth state!"
Chen Luo smiled and said, "You've never done it before, how do you know it's wrong?"
“No one has succeeded so far!”
"I haven't tried it yet!"
Sima Lie and Chen Luo looked at each other and suddenly laughed loudly together.
At this moment, the third stone tablet was seen shaking slightly. During the shaking, there was a strange sound coming from the stone tablet.
While everyone was confused, Sima Lie's eyes narrowed.
I, Sima Lie, spent all my energy to rush to Dongcang City. Why?
Isn’t it just to see these rare visions with your own eyes?
Write a sentence in the history books: I watched it personally...how magnificent!
Yun Siyao took a step back at this time.
The voice from the third stone tablet became louder and louder, and suddenly, a ray of light emitted from the stone tablet. The light fell on the ground, grew in the wind, and instantly transformed into the shape of a beast.
The beast is black all over, looks like a turtle, and has teeth!
Chen Luo felt happy when he saw the other party.
Old friends.
What a shame!
However, unlike the phantoms and stone statues I had seen before, this one seemed to be made of flesh and blood.
"The stone is born Bixi!" Sima Lie said excitedly, "The stone is born Bixi!"
"The last time a stone was born, it was the Three Unique Monuments jointly written by Qin Shaoyou, Su Poxian and Mi Fu."
"Wonderful, wonderful!"
At this time, the distracted Bi Xi poked his head left and right, and suddenly crawled towards Chen Luo. It seemed slow, but in fact it was very fast. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Chen Luo. The Bi Xi shook his back slightly, and then I saw a blank stone tablet slowly growing out from its back.
"This Bixi wants you to be my master!" At this time, a familiar voice came. Chen Luo turned his head and saw Yan Baichuan standing beside him at some point. However, his face was red and his chest kept rising and falling violently. I was sweating profusely, as if I had run a marathon.
Yan Baichuan tried to calm his tone: "When I write this now, if the meaning of the inscription can suppress Bixi, this Bixi will become the sacred beast of your martial arts academy and bring its own destiny!"
"In this world today, there are only five people who can be suppressed by flesh and blood."
Hearing this, Chen Luo nodded, reached out and touched the stone tablet on Bixi's back, and said with a smile in his heart: "It was you back then, and it's still you now, so it won't change."
Chen Luo put his hand on the stone tablet and connected with Biyi. Lime suddenly fell off the stone tablet, and finally eight characters were condensed -
The rise and fall, everyone is responsible!
The monument was completed, and the flesh and blood screamed loudly, and the sound shook the sky.
Sima Lie waved his sleeves, and a history book was unfolded in front of him. Sima Lie waved his pen and raised his pen——
"In the winter of the 12th month of the forty-sixth year of Zhenghe in the Daxuan calendar, Marquis Wu answered three questions about running a school in the half-built martial arts academy in Dongcang City. The first answer was to quote the inscription on the electric pattern stele, the second answer was to give birth to the orchid and jade tree, and the third answer was to give birth to a flesh-and-blood beast. . The stele of the camel recognizes its owner, and Marquis Wu writes, "Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world." I believe that the academy's teachings and martial arts education will start from today!"
"I personally watched it, I'm so lucky and happy!"
