Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 262

[Chapter 259 The rise and fall of the world is everyone’s responsibility]

(the author’s words still have extra stories) Zhongjing

City, Chunqiu Hall.

Sima Lie stood on the square of the Spring and Autumn Hall, with a hint of doubt on his face, looking at the northern sky.   A great historian passed by and was very curious when he saw Sima Lie. He stepped forward and saluted: “Old

Mr. Sima, what are you doing?”

There has been a change in the long river of time, and it seems that something recorded in the annals of history has happened!”

The historian was slightly stunned, and also felt it for a moment, and said: “I didn’t notice anything.”

At this moment, a historian master He ran out from the Chen Pavilion and shouted: “Master, the time watch has moved! The time watch has moved!” The

time watch, a treasure of historians, is a huge hourglass, the upper half of which is filled with time. Sand, the lower part is divided into eight parts, corresponding to the eight directions of east, south, west, north, northeast, northwest, southeast, and southwest. Whenever a major event happens to historians, there will be a sense, and the place where the event happened is judged by the amount of falling sand.

“But what’s going on in the north?” Sima Li walked forward quickly, and the historian’s face was also tense.

Now the north is at a time when the war is stalemate. If there is a big event for historians, it will be either a huge victory or a disastrous defeat!

But how is it possible?

Could it be… Man Shen and Man Ji disregarded the agreement between the two heavens and forcibly made a move.

At this moment, the master historian had already run up to the two of them, and said: “To the northeast, thirty-six thousand miles!”

Sima Lie and the historian Daru immediately flashed a map of the territory of Daxuan, thirty-six thousand miles to the northeast.

The two looked at each other, and said in unison: “Dong Cang City!”

Sima Lie’s eyes flashed a gleam.

“The old man teleports over with the power of the Holy Dao of the Great Gate of History, and you sit in the Spring and Autumn Hall!”

“Yes!”

Sima Lie waved his sleeves and disappeared in place.

The great scholar of the historian turned his head to the side, with a look of doubt on his face: “Dongcang City, Marquis Wu?”

…

Dongcang City.

At this time, the other great Confucianists who sensed the power of Heaven in the Martial Academy also appeared one after another.

Soon, Yun Siyao and Wu Litao also appeared behind Chen Luo.

Seeing Yun Siyao, many great Confucian scholars saluted one after another.

After Yun Siyao returned the gift, when he saw the first electric pattern tablet, his eyes flashed, and he understood the whole story.

“Junior brother wants to answer three questions about running a school?”

“This song ‘Used to the Long Night in Spring’ is the first song!”

Yun Si looked at Chen Luo from a distance. The man stood there, eyes closed, in deep thought.

The second question about running a school: how!

Helpless, helpless, desperate, what should I do?

The cries of countless people seem to flash in Chen Luo’s mind. They are angry, they are sad, they curse God, they pray to God, they don’t understand why only those who have mastered the talent of thorough reading can be favored by the Dao of Heaven and have the ability to survive. power of the world.

People are like grass, why bother to give birth!

Chen Luo let out a long breath, opened his eyes, and his wrists fluttered.

“It’s moving, Master Hou is moving.”

“The first sentence came out.”

A row of strong and powerful characters appeared on the stone slab.

“Kyushu is angry and relies on wind and thunder.”

“Kyushu? That’s right. Back then, the human dynasty divided the world and divided the territory of the human race into Kyushu, which was called ancient Kyushu in history. This sentence by Lord Hou should be based on this allusion.”

“This sentence clearly shows that the anger of the human race requires the emergence of new forces like wind and thunder. It has the meaning of “thunder is moving and shocking the households, and the heavens and the earth are turning Hongjun”!”

“Look, Lord Hou wrote the second sentence At this time ,

Chen Luo wrote the second line of the poem –

“It is sad to see a thousand horses silent.”

At this line, a sense of lament spread throughout the audience.

Xiang Jixuan shook his head and sighed: “Po Xian once said in the “Three Horses Picture Praise”: The northern barbarian tribute horse, with a head height of eight feet, a dragon head and a phoenix bone, a tiger back and a leopard badge, came out of Donghua. After entering the Tiansi Prison, the mane screams loudly, and all horses are silent.”

“Your Majesty uses a horse as a metaphor for people. My human race has nearly twice the population of the barbarian race. However, everyone in the barbarian race is a soldier, but my human race can only read through it.” A soldier can fight against one. So one horse crows, ten thousand horses are silent, it’s a pity…”

“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.”

Chen Luo was already at this time Blocking out the voices of the people around him, he felt a force entwined around him, making every stroke with the tip of his sword several times more difficult than before.

Chen Luo was full of mortal energy, and it was continuously blessed in Chen Luo’s sword-holding hand. The tip of the sword penetrated half an inch, and the light shone on it. It was just the first stroke that was written, which was equivalent to the moment of Master Wenbao’s sword. exploded.

“Master Hou, use this sword!” A long sword with a bumpy body appeared in Xiang Jixuan’s hand, and he threw it to Chen Luo, “With this sword, this old man killed hundreds of comrades and common people who were cursed by the barbarians and could not be cured. It is the suffering of our human race, the pain of the human race, and it is also the old man’s deadly sword! Now it is a treasure of great Confucianism!”

Xiang Jixuan threw the sword to Chen Luo, who was caught by Chen Luo.

Chen Luo held the fatal sword in his hand, as if he heard the roar of the human race in the sword, he pierced the tip of the sword into the stone slab again, and finally finished the whole poem –

Kyushu is angry and relies on wind and thunder, and

ten thousand horses are silent and mournful.

I advise the Lord of Heaven to cheer up and

send down talents of all kinds!

After the poem, the long silence!

After a while, Xiang Jixuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva: “Admonish the sky! This is admonish the sky!”

“Send talents without sticking to one pattern! Wow, well said!”

“This human race should have been eclectic long ago!”

While everyone was discussing, there was a cracking sound from the second stone slab.

“Huh? Could it be that the Dao of Heaven is going to destroy this stele?”

“How…how is this possible!”

But in the eyes of everyone, there are more and more cracks on the stone slab.

“Heaven, why are you… huh?”

A great Confucianist was about to scold the sky with angry eyes, but suddenly his words got stuck in his mouth.

Because the cracks in the second stone slab, the fragrance of the air came out, and it spread away in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, strands of green onion seedlings emerged from the crack, turning into zhicao and bluegrass, and a giant jade tree phantom loomed behind the stone tablet!

“Zhilan Yushu!” Yun Siyao said.

Hearing Yun Siyao’s words, all the great Confucian scholars suddenly recognized this vision—

Zhilan Yushu!

The Xie family, a family of semi-sages in the previous dynasty, produced semi-sages for three consecutive generations. The heavenly law gave birth to the orchid and jade tree in its courtyard. Therefore, the talented descendants of the Xie family are also called the Xie family’s treasure tree. Wang Bo once wrote “The precious tree of the Xie family, and the neighbors of the Meng family”. Later, Zhilan Yushu was the synonym for outstanding children.

It’s just that I didn’t expect that after thousands of years, the people present actually witnessed the vision of “Zhilan Yushu” again, and it was born from the stone out of thin air.

“Eclectic!” Xiang Jixuan couldn’t believe it, “Heaven is responding to Lord Hou!”

“Eclectic produces precious trees!”

…

Zhongjing City, Wenchang Pavilion.

Yan Baichuan, who was reviewing the chapters, suddenly paused, and the brush in his hand was suspended in mid-air. His eyes shifted slightly, looking at the teacup by the side of his hand.

The tea in the tea cup swayed slightly, and the floating tea leaves moved slowly like a boat.

Immediately afterwards, the heavier pen holder on the desk also began to shake.

Yan Baichuan suddenly pressed down on the desk, suppressing the shaking of the desk.

“Earthquake?” Yan Baichuan frowned. how is this possible? Zhongjing City is the most benevolent place of the human race, with its own array arrangement, how could there be an earthquake.

Could it be the aftermath of the semi-holy battle?

Yan Baichuan turned back and forth in an instant, when Leng Hanbing rushed in: “Mr. Wen, Wenchang Pavilion has moved!”

“I know!”

“No, I mean, only Wenchang Pavilion has moved!”

Yan Baichuan Dazed for a moment, he understood Leng Hanbing’s words in an instant. He suddenly closed his eyes, and his consciousness covered the entire Wenchang Pavilion.

It’s not the earthquake, but the space of Wenchang Pavilion is shaking!

“Wen Xiang, what’s going on?” Leng Hanbing asked.

“I, Wenchang Pavilion, is in charge of the education of the world. This is the way of education!”

Yan Baichuan opened his eyes and calculated with both hands.

From the top to the bottom, there is a lot of Yuanheng, Ji.

The fourteenth hexagram, Huotian Dayou hexagram.

Yan Baichuan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then continued to calculate. After a while, his face showed doubts.

“Dong Cang?”

Leng Hanbing’s ears twitched: “Wen Xiang? What Dong Cang? Is it related to Wuhou?”

Yan Baichuan nodded: “That’s right!”

Leng Hanbing: “I wish…”

Yan Baichuan said directly : “Old man, go to Dongcang quickly, you stay in Wenchang Pavilion!”

Leng Hanbing was taken aback, and wanted to say more, Yan Baichuan waved his sleeves, and disappeared in place

…

Everyone’s eyes fell on Chen Luo, and they followed Chen Luo to the third stone slab.

The third question of running a school: What do you want?

If this path goes to the end, what kind of scene will it look like?

Of the three questions about running a school, the first and second questions are the most difficult, and the third question is much easier to answer.

Throughout the ages, the best third question is Zhang Hengqu’s “open peace for all generations”.

I don’t know how Master Hou will look forward to it?

Everyone is like a dragon?

It’s not impossible!

Chen Luo’s face was also relaxed at this time, looking at the third stone slab.

The Jue Ming 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 with mixed praise and criticism.

Chen Luo turned his wrist, and a poem was written like flowing water.

The husband holds the Wu hook with only one hand, and his spirit is higher than that of Baichilou.

Whoever wrote the history for 10,000 years will behead a barbarian 3,000 miles away.

Definitely follow Linwu with swift feet, and chase water gulls if you have leisure time.

With a smile, he pointed to the moon in the sky of Manyuan, which shines in the fourteen states of Daxuan.

“Okay!” A loud roar sounded, and everyone followed the prestige, only to see a space twisting, and a vicissitudes of life emerged.

“The historian’s giant gate?” Yun Siyao showed doubts.

The historian’s giant gate does not have the function of teleportation, but requires the historians to find the footprints of the predecessors behind the gate, integrate with themselves, and achieve the purpose of rapid transfer, which consumes a lot of money.

At this time, the huge door slowly opened a crack, and a figure flew out from it.

When Xiang Jixuan and the others saw the person coming, they hurriedly saluted: “I met Mr. Sima.”

Chen Luo was also stunned, Sima Lie, why is he here?

Chen Luo stepped forward to salute: “Old Mr. Sima, you…”

“Get out of the way!”

Sima Lie bypassed Chen Luo, walked past the first stone tablet, stayed for a moment, and stood in front of the second stone tablet , Exclaimed: “Dianwen stele book, Zhilan Yushu!”

“Good Chen Luo, why didn’t you call me in advance when writing these?

”

As he spoke, Sima Lie stood in front of the third inscription again, carefully observing it.

Xiang Jixuan cupped his hands and said: “Mr. Sima, you are a great historian, why don’t you comment on this poem by our Lord Hou?”

Sima Lie glanced at Xiang Jixuan, knowing that the other party wanted him to do this review The man nodded and accepted the other party’s kindness.

“The third song is less literary, but full of heroism!”

“The first sentence has the meaning of Li Changji’s ‘why don’t a man wear a Wu hook’, and the second half of the sentence is the use of ‘one step forward’!”

“Old man I like the second sentence, who wrote the history for 10,000 years, beheaded the barbarian’s head three thousand miles away. There is a lot of pride, just care about today’s happiness, and don’t care about his name before and after his life!”

“The third sentence is slightly flat, following in the footsteps of Emperor Lin and Emperor Wu, Don’t play and waste time.”

“It’s the fourth sentence, which is why the old man applauds it.”

After speaking, Sima Lie looked at Chen Luo: “Good boy, very ambitious.”

“I want to make that man under the sky big . Xuan’s fourteenth state!”

Chen Luo laughed and said, “I haven’t done it before, so how do I know?”

“So far no one has succeeded!”

“So far I haven’t tried it yet!”

Sima Lie and Chen Luo looked at each other and suddenly let out a loud voice Laugh out loud.

At this moment, I saw the third stone tablet shaking slightly, and during the shaking, there was a strange sound coming from the stone tablet.

While everyone was puzzled, Sima Lie’s eyes froze.

I, Sima Lie, rushed to Dongcang City with great effort, why?

Isn’t it just to see these rare visions with your own eyes?

Write a sentence in the history books: My relatives saw it… what a grandeur!

Yun Siyao took a step back at this time.

The voice in the third stone tablet became louder and louder, and suddenly, a ray of light shot out from the stone tablet. When the light fell on the ground, it grew in the wind and instantly transformed into a beast.

The whole body of the beast is black, like a turtle, with teeth!

Chen Luo felt happy when he saw the other party.

old friend.

Boom!

However, unlike the phantoms and stone statues I have seen before, this one seems to be made of flesh and blood.

“Shi Sheng Bi Xi!” Sima Lie excitedly said, “Shi Sheng Bi Xi!”

“The last time Shi Sheng Bi Xi was written by Qin Shaoyou, Su Poxian, and Mi Fu.”

“Wonderful, wonderful! ”

At this time, the newborn Bixi poked his head left and right, and suddenly crawled towards Chen Luo. It seemed slow, but in fact it was fast, and appeared in front of Chen Luo in the blink of an eye. The Bixi shook his back slightly, A blank stone tablet slowly grew out from its back.

“I want to recognize you as the master!” At this moment, a familiar voice came, and Chen Luo turned his head, only to see Yan Baichuan standing beside him at some point, but his face was flushed, and his chest kept heaving violently. Sweat profusely, as if running a marathon.

Yan Baichuan tried his best to calm his tone: “Written at this time, if the implication of the inscription can overwhelm Bixi, this Bixi will become the guardian beast of your martial arts academy, and you will be lucky!

” The ones that are suppressed are no more than five fingers.”

Hearing this, Chen Luo nodded, stretched out his hand to touch the stone tablet on Bixi’s back, and said with a smile in his heart: “It was you at the beginning, and it is still you now, so it won’t change.”

Chen Luo put his hand on the stone tablet, touching Bixi The hearts were connected, and the limestone on the stone tablet suddenly fell off, and finally condensed into eight characters-

the rise and fall of the world, everyone is responsible!

The stele was completed, and the flesh and blood shook the sky and shouted, and the sound shook the sky.

Sima Lie waved his sleeves, and a history book unfolded in front of him. Sima Lie swiped his brush—

“During the forty-sixth year of Zhenghe in the Daxuan calendar, in winter and December, Marquis Wu answered three questions about running a school in the half-cultivated martial arts academy in Dongcang City.” The first answer is to quote the stele with electric patterns, the second answer is to give birth to Zhilan Yushu, and the third answer is to give birth to flesh and blood. Get up ! ” “My

relatives watched it, very lucky, very happy!”

Fanwai – “Yan Baichuan Failed to Catch History”

Yan Baichuan: Old man Sima, I have traveled tens of thousands of miles, you will not leave me a name?

Sima Lie swiped his brush: Yan Baichuan came so late, I regret it!

Yan Baichuan: Old man!

Extra Story (End)

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The last two lines of the third poem were edited by myself, and the original poem really didn’t fit.

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Yesterday’s broken chapters, I counted them.

A total of twenty-six monthly tickets flew away, more than sixty monthly tickets were torn, and there were more than twenty monthly tickets that were not given.

Do you think this scares me?

(loud) I was wrong!

Sorry, let Piao Piao go home! I am waiting for it!

(end of this chapter)