After a night, the rain stopped and the sky cleared up.
A strong wind blew up and picked up the fallen leaves in Dongcang City. The fallen leaves rolled up and flew up with the wind, floating and flying in the sky above Dongcang City.
It drifted through the residential areas filled with smoke. The people of Dongcang City, who had been sheltered from the war rain for two days at home, prepared breakfast and started their busy work again.
It floats across the newly prosperous streets. Those breakfast dishes with northern characteristics have been spread across the entire street. These breakfast dishes are not as exquisite as those in Zhongjing City, but they focus on being full, filling, with enough oil and water, and a mouthful of hot noodle soup. , the drinker feels comfortable all over.
The fallen leaves were about to fall when another gust of wind swept them up and passed over the political hall in the city. Countless young people were already cruising in the task hall of the political hall, looking for jobs that they could take on today. They were tired. It doesn't matter if you are tired, as long as the pay is high.
The fallen leaves did not stop, and flew along the political hall to the most popular part of the city. There, mansions and courtyards were rising from the ground. The rich and wealthy young men who were usually very wealthy also took off their silk brocade clothes and wore Wearing a bunt, he and the recruited laborers worked feverishly to build walls, smash earth, rubble and erect tiles.
This is our future home, how could we not live without our own blood and sweat!
In the future, descendants will point to a wall and say, "My ancestors built this wall themselves!" What an honor.
The fallen leaves swirled again, and once they flew up, ups and downs, and finally landed on the wall of a building. The sound of reading loudly from within the wall shook it from the bricks of the wall. Come down.
"The red sun rises, its path is bright. The river flows out of the undercurrent, and the vast ocean cascades. The hidden dragon soars into the abyss, its scales and claws fly. The milk tiger roars in the valley, and all the beasts are frightened. The eagle and falcon test their wings, and the wind and dust spread. The first birth of strange flowers, The emperor is emperor. The generals are hairy and have their awns. The sky is blue and the earth is yellow. Even though there is an eternity, there are eight deserts. The future is like the sea and the days are long. How beautiful is my young China, who is as old as the sky! How strong is my young Chinese, We have no borders with our country!”
This place is the first martial arts hall in Dongcang. Study literature in the morning and practice martial arts in the afternoon. This is the rule set by the Marquis. "Young China", which is a must-read for every morning class, is the first article of the Wu-Tang motto written by Xiang Jixuan, the first Wu-Tang taboo.
The fallen leaves fell on Xiang Jixuan's shoulders. Xiang Jixuan held the fallen leaves in his hands, looked at the many children on the school ground, and sighed: "Master Hou is really a genius!" An article "Young China", I often hear these children read it When I wake up, my blood is boiling and I wish I could go back to my youth!"
"Yes!" Another great scholar of Hundred Wars nodded and said, "When I was a young man in bright clothes and angry horses, I looked north to the Central Plains and was as angry as a mountain! I heard that Wenchang Pavilion has copied this article and published it all over the world."
"Yes!" Xiang Jixuan nodded, "Xiang Wen personally discussed it with the Marquis. It's just a pity..."
"What's a pity?" asked the scholar.
"It is a pity that this article is not a complete article based on its context. The context is prominent and suitable for inspiring young people, but not suitable for governing the world."
"If Lord Marquis perfects this article, it will be a shocking article!"
Speaking of this, Xiang Jixuan himself suddenly smiled: "I have overthought it. How rare is it to startle a holy article? A semi-sage must be willing to rely on his own holy way to spread his message to the world. If there are any errors or omissions in the article, then The holy path of the semi-saints will also suffer backlash."
"Hey..." The great scholar also agreed, "Speaking of which, this "Young China" and the words on the back of Wuyuan Bixi's "Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world", if they could be written down in full, I would be surprised. Holy resources!"
"Our Lord Marquis just didn't write it!"
"This 'literary shame' style of conduct comes from the flesh and blood!"
Xiang Jixuan also nodded slightly, and was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed and he looked in the direction of the city lord. A mighty cloud of luck gathered in the sky above the city lord's mansion, and the clouds turned into colorful clouds.
"Splendid Huayun!" Xiang Jixuan said in surprise, "What did the Marquis write again? He actually summoned Splendid Huayun!"
"Let's go and have a look!"
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At this time, Chen Luo was sitting in the study, holding a brush and trembling slightly.
After I finished writing the latest chapter last night, "The Han Dynasty Moved Their Troops at the Lushui River and Attacked the Central Plains, Marquis Wu of the Central Plains", I suddenly felt that something was missing. I turned it over carefully, and it turned out that the original text of "The Shifting Troops" was not included.
How can this work!
No? It's okay, I remember!
Chen Luo picked up his pen and planned to write "The Master's Guide" from memory!
"The late Emperor's business was half-finished when the middle road collapsed. Today's decline is three points, Yizhou is exhausted, and the survival of this city is in danger..." Chen Luo never expected that after just writing the beginning, he felt a huge wave of excitement. The pressure fell on me, and it was extremely difficult to write every word.
Just when Chen Luo was about to let it go for the time being, a realization suddenly appeared in his mind. If he stops now, this article will be forgotten and never be heard again.
Chen Luo took a deep breath and continued to write: "However, the ministers of the bodyguard are tireless at home, and the loyal people forget about themselves outside. This is the special experience of pursuing the late emperor, and it is a prediction for your majesty."
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Xiang Jixuan and his fellow scholars rushed to the city lord's mansion, and saw that many great scholars had already arrived. Wu Litao, full of demonic aura, showing off the cultivation of a first-class great saint, blocked the door of the study, while Yun Siyao moved towards Xiang Jixuan. Jixuan saluted and said softly: "Junior brother is writing a strange article and going through the test of heaven. Please don't disturb me!"
"Miss Yun is serious." Xiang Jixuan quickly returned the gift and said, "We are also here to protect the Tao. But can you reveal what article the Marquis is writing and why it is so sudden?"
Yun Siyao also looked puzzled: "I don't know, I only noticed the abnormality after sensing the power of heaven."
At this time, Wu Litao snorted coldly: "A bunch of... stupid... stupid... stupid people, feeling... feeling... Wen... Wen Yun!"
After saying that, he looked at Yun Siyao again: "You are a... fine... elf, no... not... a fool... a fool!"
All the great scholars of Baizhan knew Wu Litao's identity a long time ago, and did not pay attention to his words. They all calmed down and sensed the Wen Yun coming from the study.
Every wonderful piece of writing has its own special features, as talent transforms into rhyme.
"This is...the spirit of loyalty!"
"More than that, it is deeply affectionate and has the meaning of teachings from the elders! Is it a text of enlightenment?"
"Mighty and vigorous, heavy with vicissitudes of life!"
"Damn it, I'm getting more and more curious after sensing Wen Yun!"
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"It is sincerely appropriate to open Zhang Shengting to honor the legacy of the late emperor and to magnify the spirit of the people with lofty ideals. It is not appropriate to belittle oneself, to use metaphors that are unjust, and to block the road of loyalty and admonishment."
In the study room, Chen Luo had finished writing the first paragraph of "Departure from the Master", and his hands were actually a little sore.
Gritting his teeth, Chen Luo continued to write——
"In the palace and in the mansion, they are all integrated. There should be no similarities or differences in terms of punishments and punishments. If there are those who commit crimes and are loyal and good, they should be punished and rewarded by a judge to show your majesty's common sense. It is not suitable to be partial and make different laws inside and outside. .”
As I wrote this, the desk made of fine ancient wood did not dare to bear the heavy load. It cracked and folded. Chen Luo reached out to pick up the page and felt heavy.
This page, with the meaning of teaching, weighs more than ten thousand catties!
Chen Luo had no choice but to sit cross-legged, put the paper on the ground, pick up the pen and continue writing.
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Wanren Mountain, the camp of the divine general.
Yun Changying and Zilongying, who were training, suddenly stopped and looked in the direction of Dongcang City.
Yideying, Mengqiying, Hanshengying...
A strange feeling appeared in the hearts of all the Shu generals and soldiers in the Shenjiang camp, which seemed to be exciting and touching. They only felt that there seemed to be an elder whispering in the direction of Dongcang City, but they couldn't hear what he was saying.
At the same time, in the Wanrenshan Assembly Hall, several great scholars looked strange.
"Military Minister, I suddenly felt the urge to go to war and kill some barbarians!"
"That's right, I am like this too. My hands are itchy and I want to fight to the death with the barbarians!"
"The same is true for me, how about we give it a try?"
Han Qingzhu frowned slightly. To be honest, he also wanted to fight for no reason, and this change came from his family, country, and world.
The great scholars in this hall all have one thing in common -
All of them have mastered the Chibi combat skills!
"Go back and recite the classics and meditate!" Han Qingzhu shouted coldly, "This is caused by external forces!"
Everyone looked bitter: "We also know it's an external force! But we can't help it!"
"Otherwise, let's kill him first and then talk about it!"
Han Qingzhu's face turned cold: "Leave them all here, no one is allowed to move!"
After saying that, he also looked towards the east and murmured to himself: "What on earth is this boy Chen Luo doing?"
…
"Being close to virtuous ministers and staying away from villains is why the early Han Dynasty prospered; being close to villains and being distant from virtuous ministers is why the later Han Dynasty declined..."
"I am a commoner, working hard in Nanyang, surviving in troubled times, and not seeking to be heard by the princes..."
"After being overthrown, I was sent to a defeated army, and was ordered to be in danger. You have been twenty-one years..."
Chen Luo wrote down the "Departure List" in his memory word by word, completely unaware that behind him, a shadow condensed, it was Guan Yunchang that Chen Luo thought he had seen in his dream.
With tears in his eyes, Guan Yunchang looked at the words written by Chen Luo, bowed, and sighed in a voice that only he could hear: Military Advisor... Military Advisor... I have died young, how tired the military advisor is...
As the words fell, the figure gradually dimmed and disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
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Outside the study room, a faint feeling of remembrance was conveyed through the rhyme, and the hearts of all the great scholars trembled. For a moment, they thought of those deceased comrades and those relatives they missed.
"What a profound and meaningful article!"
"I remember my mentor!"
"I remember my brother who died for me..."
"There is nothing more than teaching you earnestly!"
"Master Hou, what on earth are you writing!"
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"Now that the south has been secured and the troops are sufficient, it is time to lead the three armies to the north to secure the Central Plains. We will exhaust the common people and the slaves, eliminate the traitors, revive the Han Dynasty, and return to the old capital..."
At this point in the writing, the pen suddenly changed, and a sharp fighting spirit pierced the paper. At this time, Chen Luo was completely immersed in the article and kept writing!
…
"Jiujiang Qi!"
"How do I sense the meaning of the King of the North: 'The horse is so fast and the bow is as frightening as the thunderbolt'?"
"Hush! Silence! Don't disturb the Marquis!"
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"Your Majesty would like to ask my ministers to bring the thieves back to life. If it doesn't work, I will be punished..."
"Your Majesty should also make your own plans, consult the good people, listen to the elegant words, and follow the late emperor's edicts deeply. I am grateful for the kindness."
"Stay away now. I'm in tears and don't know what to say!"
After Chen Luo finished writing the last word, his wrist suddenly loosened and he could no longer hold the brush. At the same time, the paper with the words "Departure from the Master" rose up out of thin air, and the words turned into pearls the size of thumbs and separated from the paper.
Every word is precious!
…
"Wen Yun stopped. Is he finished writing?"
"Quick, go and see, go and see!"
"Don't crowd, don't crowd!"
Just when the great scholars stood up, a strong pressure suddenly descended on the city lord's mansion.
"Shengwei?"
"A saint is coming!"
"hiss--"
"Shocking Saint?!"
…
Chen Luo raised his head. Although the roof of the study blocked his view, he felt a force wrapping around him.
Gentle and powerful.
Holy power!
"Little friend Chen, can I meet you!" A voice rang in Chen Luo's ears, and Chen Luo quickly stood up and saluted, "Junior, I pay homage to the Half-Saint. I am very lucky to be invited by the Half-Saint!"
After Chen Luo finished speaking, his eyes flashed and he appeared in the backyard courtyard.
At the same time, Yun Siyao and all the great scholars from Hundred Wars also came outside the courtyard.
At this time, Chen Luo was bowing and saluting. In the courtyard, there was an old figure, looking at Chen Luo and stroking his beard and smiling.
"Mu Sheng!" Xiang Jixuan was shocked. This half-sage called himself "Old Man Muyu" and had been a saint for more than four hundred years. Countless great scholars and half-sages had benefited from him.
"I've seen Mu Sheng!" Everyone saluted at the same time, and a breeze came and helped everyone up.
At this time, the pearl of the evolution of "Shi Shi Biao" was flying behind Chen Luo. Mu Sheng glanced at it, with a look of relief in his eyes.
"This article is full of deep feelings and profound loyalty. It was a must-read for the great Confucian scholars at that time. It is a wonderful article that consolidates the family, country and the world. It is as good as the history books. This sage wishes to use the holy way as a basis to spread it throughout the world. Do you agree?"
Yun Siyao's eyes lit up, and he quickly sent a message: "Junior brother, agree! From now on, if you die, Mu Sheng's holy path will also be shaken, and he must protect you!"
Chen Luo was about to respond when another figure came: "Don't worry, Mr. Mu, I am also willing to protect this junior!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a rainbow came from countless miles away and fell into the courtyard, transforming into a middle-aged man with stern brows and a look of anger and danger.
"Mr. Banshan!" Xiang Jixuan bowed again. This man's surname was Wang, and he called himself Banshan. Therefore, people often called him Mr. Banshan instead of his holy name. He was one of the most famous prime ministers in the Daxuan Dynasty, and was later granted the title of "Mr. Banshan". Saints rarely appear in the human world.
Mr. Banshan said "hmm" and looked at Chen Luo: "This article is very consistent with this sage. I am also willing to take this article and spread it to the world based on the holy way."
Chen Luo looked at old man Mu Yu and Mr. Banshan, and looked at Yun Siyao out of the corner of his eye. Yun Siyao also shook his head helplessly.
But at this moment, another magnificent voice sounded!
"You two, Mr. Lu is here!" A rainbow came from the north and fell in the courtyard. A man wearing linen clothes and a bamboo hat appeared in front of everyone.
"Master Ci! It's Master Ci!" Xiang Jixuan felt numb. He had never seen so many semi-saints in his life, and they were all famous semi-saints. This one was as famous as Su Poxian for Ci. Jun!
At this time, Yun Siyao's eyes lit up, and he quickly spoke out and saluted: "Uncle Lu!"
"Uncle, little girl, just like your insulting master, you also want to take advantage of my words! You should call me uncle!"
Yun Siyao smiled and said nothing.
"Wuguan, you also want to fight with us?" Mr. Banshan chuckled.
Lu Wuguan smiled heartily: "Not just you, I have already repelled six half-saints on the way here! Otherwise, do you think you will be the first to arrive?"
After saying that, he looked at Chen Luo again: "Luo'er, your master and I are close friends. Even if you don't have the holy way to prove it, I will protect you if you are in trouble. But I really like this "Shishi Biao", and I still like it because of Let me do it!"
"This saint has published a semi-sage handwriting!"
"Hmph, who is not a half-saint? I will publish two articles!"
"I will publish a history book of the Fang family!"
Everyone: (；oдo)
"This..." Chen Luo was a little panicked. At this time, Yun Siyao walked up to Chen Luo, said with a blessing, "Three senior saints, my master often said that happiness alone is not as good as happiness for everyone!"
"How about you three come together?"
Lu Wuguan smiled and said: "Xiao Nizi, how can your master say this despite his habit of eating everything? I don't believe it!"
Xiang Jixuan and other great scholars: Half-Saint Bagua, I really want to hear it! But can't listen!
Mr. Banshan pondered for a moment: "I can!"
Old Mu Yu also nodded: "The sermon of the Three Saints is also a good story!"
Lu Wuguan glared at Yun Siyao, who stuck out his tongue.
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On this day, from the blue sea in the east, to the desert in the west, to the demon realm in the south, to the barren plains in the north, within the Daxuan, three rainbows volleyed in the sky!
On this day, three holy sounds merged together and turned into rolling spring thunder.
On this day, "Shi Shi Biao" became famous all over the world!
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Originally, this chapter was about anti-theft, but the timing was wrong and it would affect the genuine readers, so I didn’t do it. If you are a kid who watches pirated copies, come and subscribe if you can~
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