Yuezhou, Cian City.
Inside Deyun Pavilion, there was a buzz of people.
This prosperous high-rise building built by the king of Yue in the past is now the private property of the wealthy Guo family in Yuezhou. It has always been a place full of distinguished guests and talented people.
Today, no matter the rich and powerful, or the traders and lackeys, they all gathered together for no other reason than to listen to the story of Duke Sang of Zhongjing.
Speaking of Sang Gong, he is a famous figure in the world today. In the old days in Zhongjing, Sang Gong was as famous as Nansheng Nanyuan Xi, the painter of Beifeng Tower. If Nan Yuan Xi was a painter, he could explain the article as if it were in front of his eyes; then Sang Gong was good at plot analysis and could often penetrate the story. , so it is also known as "Sangong with whip tongue"!
Painting mouth Nan Sheng, whipping tongue Sang Gong, it was these two people who turned prose into storytelling and started the storytelling profession.
After Wuhou went north and Nansheng retired, Sang Gong led a group of disciples to travel all over the world, vowing to tell stories for the people of the world without taking any money.
Today, he came to Cian, Yuezhou.
The Guo family, who had long known Mr. Sang's temper, finally made Mr. Sang agree to stay here for seven days on the condition that Deyun Pavilion would be fully opened within seven days without any threshold.
Including "The Swordsman", "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", and the half-finished "Romance of the Three Kingdoms"!
When the news came out, the whole of Ci'an went crazy. It was hard to find a Deyun Building. Many people could only sit around outside the Deyun Building and use the photo array to experience Sang Gong's storytelling up close.
It was almost noon, Sang Gong took a tea break, and everyone was talking about the plot they had talked about before.
…
"Sang Gong, Sang Gong!" Backstage, the servant gently pushed Sang Luo, who was taking a nap.
Sang Luo woke up in a daze, looked at the boy, and asked, "Did you hear that?"
The boy looked puzzled: "What did you hear?"
Sang Luo paused for a moment, then shook his head: "Nothing, I'm getting older."
The boy laughed and said, "Sang Gong is joking. You are in the master realm. Based on your age, you are in your prime. How can you say you are old?"
Sang Luo smiled gently, but there was a voice in his head that couldn't be dispelled.
Just now, he fell asleep unconsciously.
While half asleep and half awake, he seemed to see a crocodile holding a stone tablet and roaring into the sky.
It was obvious that the sound had never stopped, but Sang Luo understood the meaning of the roar.
Those are the eight characters on its back——
The rise and fall, everyone is responsible!
Sang Luo shook his head and laughed to himself.
Maybe my energy has been a little low since I have been reading stories continuously for the past two days!
How could you have such a dream?
Those eight words were heroic and angry, but he was just a rotten scholar. How could he dream of such a deafening voice?
However, these eight words can be written and spread.
After passing these thoughts in his mind, Sang Luo took a few deep breaths. He still had two hours of reading to do in the afternoon, so he would think about it later in the evening.
When talking about Wuhou's book, you must be sincere.
Sang Luo calmed down, straightened his gown, bowed slightly to the north, and then walked out.
…
"Snapped!"
Xingmu clapped his hands, and Sang Luo continued to talk about "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". Everyone was mesmerized by what they heard. The head of the Guo family sat at the front, closing his eyes slightly, as if he was wandering in a martial arts world.
At this time, we are talking about the last chapter of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".
But he heard Yang Guo say loudly: "It was a good meeting today, and we are very happy. We will meet again in the world someday, and we will have a drink and have a good time. Let's say goodbye." As he said this, he flicked his robe sleeves, took the hand of Xiao Longnu, and met the god. Eagles go down the mountain side by side.
At that time, the bright moon was in the sky, the breeze was blowing the leaves, and the crows were chirping on the top of the tree. Guo Xiang couldn't bear it any longer, and tears came out of her eyes.
Sang Luo suddenly slapped Xingmu again and said——
"Exactly: the autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves are gathering and scattering, and the jackdaws are roosting again. We know each other when we know each other, but it is embarrassing at this time and this night!"
At this moment, a sound of gold and jade shaking suddenly came from the Deyun Pavilion, like a clear ringing. It was just a sound at first, but then it lasted for a long time. Not only did the ringtone have no trace of noise, but it was like a clear spring flowing through everyone's hearts. Everyone felt refreshed and refreshed.
"The sound of gold is vibrating!" The leader of the Guo clan was shocked.
This is a vision that would arise when great virtuous masters lectured on scriptures. It was often accompanied by great achievements from heaven. It was one of the five visions in Confucianism's immortality of virtue.
But there is no one here to preach the scriptures, so how can there be a golden voice and jade vibration? Could it be——
Patriarch Guo suddenly looked at Sang Luo on the stage and frowned: "Impossible! Storytelling can enlighten people's minds and help others master the content. It has a certain effect of dialing it up, but it has no moral virtue!"
"Impossible, absolutely not..."
Just when Patriarch Guo was confused, a sudden pressure from heaven descended on Deyun Pavilion, and a black and yellow cloud appeared out of thin air in Deyun Pavilion.
"Xuanhuang auspicious clouds! This is a sign of virtue!"
"Who! Which master is virtuous?"
"Impossible, there was only Mr. Sang just now..."
Everyone also reacted. At this time, the black and yellow auspicious cloud floated towards Sang Luo and instantly fell into Sang Luo's body. Sang Luo was shocked, and the righteousness in his body surged, and a Shushan figure appeared behind Sang Luo.
"What's going on? Duke Sang is about to break through?"
“Can storytelling be used to preach?”
"Never heard of it!"
While everyone was whispering, Patriarch Guo's patriarchal seal vibrated. He quickly checked, his face suddenly clear.
"Everyone!" Chief Guo's tongue burst into laughter, and he suppressed everyone's discussion and said, "The news just came from Wenchang Pavilion. It is Wuhou who has made a vow with Beijing to teach martial arts!"
"Wu Hou said: Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world!"
Everyone was shocked and kept mumbling.
At this moment, Sang Luo suddenly let out a long roar, and Haoran's righteous energy burst out from his body, once again condensing the shadow of a book mountain.
Advance!
"Congratulations to Mr. Sang!"
"Congratulations, Mr. Sang!"
"I've seen Mr. Sang!"
Everyone congratulated one after another, and Patriarch Guo also smiled heartily: "Sang Gong, Deyun Pavilion is lucky enough to witness the establishment of virtue in the world of mortals, and there are poems that break the realm!"
According to the Confucian tradition, every time a scene is broken, a poem is sung to celebrate it, which is called the Broken Mirror Poetry.
The most widely circulated poem about broken mirrors in the world today was written by Li Qinglian when she was a Confucian scholar, "Looking up to the sky and laughing and going out, how can I be a Penghao person!"
Sang Luo nodded slightly, and there was a long moment of silence.
Sang Luo picked up the Xingmu on the table and said softly——
"Half of my life was wasted, and I reluctantly joined the Master. I never thought that I would embark on the path of virtue today!"
"I'm an old man who doesn't understand the meaning of the scriptures and doesn't understand the articles. I can only figure out some ways of doing things from the story of Wu Hou!"
"It's not a warning, it's not a famous saying."
"Let's use it as a setting for future storytelling!"
After saying that, Sang Luo paused briefly and said -
"Storytelling, singing and opera are the best way to persuade people,"
"Three avenues take the center."
"Good and evil will be rewarded in the end,"
"The road we have taken!"
…
Dongcang City.
Chen Luo thought again and again and did not announce the opening of the martial arts academy on the spot.
On the one hand, the construction of the martial arts academy has not yet been completed. Although Yan Baichuan promised that Wenchang Pavilion would fully support it, Chen Luo decided to postpone it for a while.
Without him, martial arts is not enough!
Without Shaolin and Wudang, wouldn’t it mean that half of the mighty martial arts academy would be lost?
Chen Luo was sitting in the study, thinking about the martial arts he had just selected from the dreamland flower forest.
"The Legend of Heaven and Dragon Slaying"!
Chen Luo spread out the paper. Because of the existence of "The Condor" and "The Condor", Chen Luo sighed a little at the characters who appeared in front.
Dip the pen in ink and write slowly, one chapter at a time.
Chapter 1: Missing you from the end of the world cannot be forgotten.
As the saying goes, when we first met at Fengling Ferry, we met Yang Guo and lost our lives.
Guo Xiang, who had the thoughts of a girl, finally settled in Mount Emei and founded a sect. The dharma title "Fengling" given to her disciple in her later years was probably the boldest thought she had in her life.
After finishing the first chapter, Chen Luo put the manuscript aside and started writing the next chapter.
Chapter 2: Pines and cypresses grow on the top of Wudang Mountain!
Wu-Tang Clan, Zhang Sanfeng!
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Shouyang Mountain.
The Great Heavenly Master Qingwei, who was wandering in his soul, suddenly opened his eyes.
"Weird, my sect's luck seems to have become stronger."
"Is there a Tao Lord who can ennoble you?"
Great Heavenly Master Qingwei calculated with both hands, his expression getting weirder and weirder.
"The stars are falling from the sky, and the wealth hexagram is broken?"
"What kind of weird hexagram is this!"
Grand Master Qingwei's eyes flashed with purple light, and his eyes seemed to be filled with stars.
"This hexagram should be in the north!"
"This is...Chen Luo?"
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