Northern Territory.
When they learned about the purpose of the great scholars' coming, many great scholars in the northern border almost vomited blood.
Damn it, so many people rushed to the north just to get Wuhou to change his text?
I thought the barbarians had broken through the defense line of the Great Wall of Righteousness, and the soldiers sent a letter asking for help!
Fortunately, I mobilized all the family members...what? Chen Luo wrote Zhuge Liang to death! Wait a minute, I'll go get the semi-saint treasure passed down from my family, and add me one more!
I have long been unhappy with the shame of that scholar!
I wrote so much in one day, and it’s still out of context!
As a great scholar, he sent several carts of blades anonymously!
This time, I can teach you a lesson with my own hands, how could I miss such a fun thing!
Hundreds of great scholars are afraid of the bamboo forest!
To be able to gather like this must be permitted by the Holy Will!
It seems that there is more than one Holy Will!
Isn't this Guan Mingzhengda?
Let's go, let's vent our anger...
…
In the forty-sixth year of Zhenghe in the Daxuan calendar, it is December 13th in the east.
Wuhou wrote the 104th chapter of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms". The stars in the autumn wind fell on Wuzhangyuan, Zhuge Kongming's soul passed away, and the world mourned. At that time, Literary Prime Minister Yan Baichuan led 163 great Confucians, and their righteousness penetrated the blue sky and went to a distant place. Dongcang wants to change Zhuge Kongming's fate!
…
The atmosphere in Dongcang City today is slightly...
Cheerful!
Well-informed people have long spread privately that hundreds of great scholars are coming to fight the Marquis.
Others say that thousands of great scholars were so angry by Mr. Hou’s article.
Some people even said that the leaders were three semi-saints!
It seems that Mr. Hou is really crazy and needs to be beaten!
All kinds of melons, fruits and melon seeds roasted in Dongcang City have been sold out.
Every household moved out a small bench and sat in front of their house, looking in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.
This is much better than the play in the theater!
I heard that someone has opened a handicap secretly. Let's take a bet on how the great scholars will play?
The most popular one at the moment is taking off the pants and spanking!
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It’s exciting just thinking about it!
…
Twenty miles south of Dongcang City, Chen Luo looked at the distant sky and felt a faint sense of oppression.
Hey, senior sister is no longer useful in this situation.
The Sixth Senior Sister said that if someone wanted to kill him, she would protect him with her life; if someone wanted to spank him, then the Senior Sister would not care.
After all, Lin Chaoying’s problem hasn’t been explained clearly yet!
The process of explanation is roughly like this——
Yun Siyao: Shuling? You let her out!
Lin Chaoying: Senior sister? You let her in!
Xiang Jixuan, those great scholars who have fought many battles?
Forget it, since a bunch of melon seeds fell out of Xiang Jixuan's robe, Chen Luo had no hope.
Wu Litao and Jin Guagua?
The two monster clans should stay away to avoid being accidentally injured!
"Xiao Hongnu, the young master has to rely on you today." Chen Luo sighed softly and said to Luo Hongnu who was standing next to him.
As a mature chapter player, Chen Luo was not unprepared for such a scene!
Luo Hongnu is one of his trump cards!
In order to cope with this day, he had already arranged for Luo Hongnu to make a special response!
Luo Hongnu glanced at the troupe he had brought out and hesitated: "Sir, is what the slave family does really useful?"
"Do you want to see the young master get spanked?"
"I want to...ah, no, I don't want to see others spank the young master!"
"Isn't that just... hmm? What do you mean?"
Luo Hongnu's face turned red and he quickly pointed to the sky in the distance: "Master, they are coming!"
Chen Luo quickly looked around and saw densely packed figures in the blue sky flying towards Dongcang City. Chen Luo calculated the time and nodded to Luo Hongnu: "Hongnu, start!"
Luo Hongnu's face turned firm and he waved vigorously at the troupe behind him!
…
Yan Baichuan was filled with anger at this time!
How could he be dead?
I have worked hard to create such a perfect Confucian virtual idol, how can you write him off?
How inconsiderate of me!
This has to be changed!
It should be the finale of helping the Han Dynasty and bringing peace to the world!
Humph, I don’t talk about martial ethics, so I brought more than a hundred great scholars here to see if your child is afraid!
Yan Baichuan saw Chen Luo coming out of the city from a distance and responded with satisfaction.
Not even Yun Siyao or those great scholars from all battles were brought out.
Finally, I still know how to be afraid!
Just worry about it later!
Yan Baichuan was about to say a few words to the hundreds of scholars behind him when he suddenly heard a sad song from the troupe behind Chen Luo——
"Heaven——"
"Why did you hand him over to the autumn wind in such a hurry?"
"The earth——"
"Why did you rush to take him into your arms?"
"I would rather die in exchange for his life."
"Let's lead our soldiers to another expedition!"
"Who can be more devoted than—"
"Who can be as pure and pure as——"
"Heaven, you are so unfair, Earth, you are so unfeeling..."
"The Eight Formations of Soldiers and the Yao Qin are left empty. To whom will the Shu Kingdom be entrusted?"
"The pain of life and death will kill Shu people's hearts!"
All the great scholars were startled. The lyrics of this song were straightforward, the melody was sad, and the singing voice was hoarse and heartbreaking. It made everyone feel a surge of sadness, and even their anger was diluted by the sadness.
All the great scholars fell down one after another and walked towards Chen Luo with complicated expressions.
Chen Luo motioned to Luo Hongnu, and Luo Hongnu quickly changed his gesture. The singing voice that broke through the sky immediately lowered his voice and turned into a low ambient background sound, which continued continuously.
The first step in crisis public relations: downplay a single emotion and establish multiple emotional channels!
A song "Crying Zhuge" is given to everyone!
"Gentlemen, I have come to Dongcang from afar. Please forgive me for not being able to welcome Luo from afar!" Chen Luo hurriedly walked up to greet him.
Yan Baichuan glanced sideways at the troupe who were humming "Crying Zhuge" in a low voice, coughed, and tried hard to prevent the sad atmosphere from affecting his serious statement!
"Wu Hou, Zhuge Liang's star falls on the fifth day of the Yuan Dynasty. We think it's inappropriate... or..."
Chen Luo interrupted Yan Baichuan with a smile and saluted the many great scholars: "Gentlemen, this is not the place for conversation."
"Luo knows that you are here for Zhuge Kongming!"
"Lotte has specially arranged some small performances, and I invite you all to move into the city and watch them first!"
Chen Luo finished speaking in one breath, and suddenly saw a great scholar in the crowd winking at him!
Shall I go to Liu Jingzhuang?
Why did you come with me?
"A play? But a play like "The Consort"?" asked a great scholar.
"Exactly!"
Everyone hesitated.
At this time, would it be a bit too serious to suddenly go to the theater?
Yan Baichuan sighed: "You can watch the show at any time, but first..."
Chen Luo said quickly: "I have to go to the city. Don't worry, I, Chen Luo, can't run away! You gentlemen, it's been a long journey, so you should take a rest first."
At this time, Liu Jingzhuang said to himself in the crowd: "Hey, it's so difficult to listen to a play now! A ticket for the premiere of "The West Chamber" has already been sold to the sky. I don't know if this Zhuge Liang play will only happen this time. If you can hear it, you won’t be able to hear it anymore.”
Yan Baichuan and all the scholars behind him looked at each other and could only nod their heads: "Let's watch the show first."
Chen Luo smiled slightly and made a gesture of invitation.
The second step of crisis public relations: take the initiative and control the rhythm!
Now, it’s time to switch between offense and defense!
…
Today's Dongcang Theater is not as full as it used to be.
More than a hundred scholars sat at the front, watching the lively performances on the stage.
What is being performed on this stage is exactly the scene about Zhuge Liang from the Three Kingdoms drama in Peking Opera!
To be honest, if the eight major brothels hadn't come to Zhongjing and brought so many musicians, this play wouldn't have been possible.
Just to rehearse these scenes, "The Female Consort" was delayed.
The only fly in the ointment is that most of them are women, and Laosheng's profession is to select some women to perform as singers. But it’s not a big problem. There were many famous female students in previous lives.
At this time, most of these scholars who came from afar were exposed to drama for the first time. They seemed to have been opened to a new world and stared at the stage intently. Chen Luo bets that if he lets them go to the city lord's mansion to talk about business at this moment, he will be beaten to death by a bunch of great Confucians with magical powers!
After singing Zhuge Liang's arias such as "Borrowing from Jingzhou", "Gathering of Heroes·Borrowing the East Wind·Huarong Dao", "Dragon and Phoenix Presenting Auspiciousness", "Scolding Wang Lang" and other Zhuge Liang's arias, the famous excerpt "I'm Sitting on the Tower Watching" from "The Empty City Strategy" is now being performed. landscape"!
"I was watching the scenery from the tower, and I heard a commotion outside the city."
"The flag was fluttering and the shadow was flying, but it turned out to be soldiers sent by Sima."
…
"Zhuge Liang is waiting at the watch tower, waiting for you to come here to talk, talk, heart-to-heart."
…
"I only have two people, Qintong and me, and I don't have any ambush or soldiers."
"Don't be distracted by your wild thoughts. Just come here. Please come up to the tower and listen to me playing the piano!"
…
After singing a piece of "Empty City Strategy", a great scholar in the audience shouted "Hello" and was about to throw a reward on the stage, but was stopped by another great scholar.
"Brother Jin, you are so angry... This is your great Confucian treasure... You can't throw it away, you can't throw it away..."
At this time, the stage curtain was closed. After waiting for a long time, it did not open again.
Yan Baichuan looked displeased and looked at Chen Luo: "Chen Luo, where's the back?"
Chen Luo smiled apologetically: "The later part... the later part hasn't been rehearsed yet!"
The expressions of all the great scholars suddenly changed!
Are your operas broken?
Shame on you as a literary man!
Chen Luo smiled slightly, the third step of crisis public relations: change the focus.
Now, it’s time to take the fourth step. Originally, Chen Luo was a little confused at this step and didn’t know how to arrange it. But after finishing this chapter of Three Kingdoms last night, the green light soaring into the sky outside the city gave Chen Luo confidence!
…
"Chen Luo, where are you taking me and others!"
Outside Dongcang City, the Great Confucian Group followed Chen Luo as they trekked through Daye Ridge. Chen Luo just responded: "We're almost there!"
After walking for a while, a simple and solemn ancestral hall appeared in front of everyone.
I saw three big characters written on the plaque: Wuhou Temple!
That's right, the blue light that shot into the sky last night was exactly what appeared out of thin air!
"Wuhou Temple?" Yan Baichuan was stunned for a moment and looked at Chen Luo.
You sacrifice yourself?
Do you want to bring us to worship?
However, Yan Baichuan quickly realized that Zhuge Liang was also a Marquis of Wu!
Could it be Zhuge Liang's ancestral hall?
Yan Baichuan looked surprised.
Heaven actually allowed a shrine to be built for a character in the book?
Yan Baichuan looked at Chen Luo, are you Tiandao's biological son?
"Everyone, please go in and take a look!"
Chen Luo led the way, and the Confucian group slowly walked into the ancestral hall. Just like in the ancestral hall, they saw Taoist couplets and verses inscribed on the pillars.
"With only one hand holding the end of the game, we often return to talk and laugh. After bowing and mourning, we are left with songs."
"The sun and the moon hang together to show off the troops, and the wind and clouds protect Dingjun Mountain."
"We know that there are three cauldrons determined by heaven, but we are still planning to use six divisions."
Entering the main hall, a statue wearing a Confucian robe and holding a feather fan stood. Even with the eyesight of a great Confucian, the face of the statue could not be seen clearly, but everyone knew that the statue's eyes were looking at the sky outside the hall.
Chen Luo said softly: "You guys understand, I understand, but please listen to me."
Chen Luo took a deep breath, put pen and paper in his hand, and started writing——
"Where can I find the Prime Minister's ancestral hall? There are so many leaves outside Dongcang City."
"The green grass reflects the spring color on the steps, and the oriole's voice is heard in the sky through the leaves."
"Three visits have troubled the world, and two dynasties have opened the hearts of old ministers."
"Died before leaving the army, it makes the hero burst into tears."
After Chen Luo finished writing, he put down his brush and bowed to the many great scholars again.
"Gentlemen, please don't mind me!"
Many great scholars were slightly silent. After a while, Yan Baichuan suddenly smiled.
"Wait, this little guy has learned a lesson!"
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!"
"The people in the book each have their own destiny. Why should we force it?"
"Since you're here, let's pay our respects."
As soon as Yan Baichuan finished speaking, the paper with the poem written on it suddenly turned into a ray of green light and shot into the statue of Zhuge Liang.
Everyone looked at the statue and saw a cyan light group slowly condensing at the heart of the statue. It shrank and seemed to be beating.
"Wen Xin?" All the great scholars suddenly stopped!
This statue of Zhuge Kongming gave birth to Wen Xin?
Everyone looked at Chen Luo, who shrugged and said he didn't know anything.
But Chen Luo was pounding in his heart: "Didn't it say that Du Fu Sheng died? Isn't it fake news?"
At this moment, a clear voice sounded.
"The mountain man has learned in his life, there are twenty-four chapters, totaling one hundred and four thousand one hundred and twelve words, which contain the Eight Obligations, Seven Precepts, Six Fears, and Five Fears."
"I am willing to teach anyone who is willing."
Yan Baichuan's expression changed, and his righteousness exploded, covering the entire Wuhou Temple. He turned to look at Chen Luo and saluted solemnly.
"Marquis Wu, please allow Wenchang Pavilion to send a great scholar to worship at Wuhou Temple!"
"Kong Ming is not dead!"
"He emerged from the book as a spirit and preached in this world!"
"This Wuhou Temple is a place for preaching!"
Chen Luo was stunned: I thought it was just an attraction, but I didn't expect it to be a scientific research base?
Although he was complaining in his heart, he quickly said——
"Confucian scholars with Dongcang City household registration will be given priority!"
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