After Fengge's mood calmed down, Wang Yangming continued: "Writing should be corresponding to the heart and hand, the words are like their people, they must be integrated into your heart, mind, your rhyme and law, write you, your own words!" "Master, how can we do it?" "You can only understand, it is difficult to speak, you can practice and understand yourself, but don't be in a hurry, don't be too attached to what I said. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Fengge was convinced and bowed deeply. Don't be ambitious, the road, step by step, every step, must be steadfast, the master borrowed writing, in teaching him the truth of life.

On the bank of Yunmengze, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the flowers bloom and fall inside and outside the grass hall. Time can dilute everything, and the court and the literary world seem to have forgotten Wang Yangming. Similarly, in the Xiuzhen Realm, Qingzhou Zhangfu, a child who once stirred up the wind and rain and called Zhang Qi was forgotten. The current thatched cottage has become a quiet place.

A master and an apprentice also enjoy themselves, reading, writing, farming, fishing, and sending love to the landscape. Gradually, Feng Ge's state of mind completely precipitated, and the things he experienced in the past were incredible, but he was tired! Tired! Just put it down. The road of life is very short and long, and you can't always keep running for a so-called goal, but forget that the real scenery is actually on the road. Stop and rest at the right time, let the soul keep up with your own footsteps, and accumulate new wisdom and strength, Yunmeng Thatched Cottage is such a good place.

One day, the sky was gloomy, the waterfowl hid in their nests early, Yun Mengze was on the fishing boat, and the turbid waves were not there. Fengge, as always, came to the beach, picked up a small wooden stick, looked up and took a deep breath, his heart moved, his eyes burned, and he clicked down one by one, the simplest and most complicated word: people!

The grains of sand moved with the small stick, but in Fengge's heart, they formed a roar, like pulling thunder. Feng Ge is unmoved, the small stick is very stable in his hand, light and heavy, deep and shallow, casual and indescribable. Suddenly, the long-imperceptible spiritual platform resounded with thunder at the same time, and this thunder followed the strokes of the small wooden stick in his hand, wandering through the meridians, flesh and blood, muscles and bones, as if splitting a world. A starry heavenly river, created out of nothing, from the spiritual platform to find the tendons along the veins, rolling in, washing the body and soul again, and disappearing in an instant.

Yunmengze roared high in the wind and waves, and the sky was cloudy, as if lightning and thunder were about to fall, but in the end it was just a torrential rain. In the wind, in the rain, the wind song is transcendent, and after writing that hand, the pen is closed, the heart is empty, and the head is closed and the eyes are closed.

The torrential rain did not fall a drop on Fengge's body. The aura of heaven and earth, as well as the starlight blocked by the clouds, suddenly surged towards Zhang Qi, and the waves were absorbed by him. The will of the divine consciousness inadvertently spreads, touching every wave, every grass, and every drop of rain within a few miles.

Half an hour later, Feng Ge opened his eyes and walked towards the grass hall, where the heavy rain was coming and his clothes were soaked. Feng Ge knew that the scene just now was inadvertently touching his past memories, and in an instant, he felt extraordinary, making him understand that he was a monk in the past. But Feng Ge didn't deliberately think about and pursue, the time has not yet come, so let's go with the flow. What about everything? What about immortals? First of all, people! Fengge is not much excited, not happy with things, not sad with himself, between gains and losses, it is difficult to move the original intention.

It was late at night in the imperial capital of Chaojing, but the lights were dim. On the pagoda of the palace, Emperor Yu watched this scene with a dashing look, and the so-called singing and dancing prosperity scene would eventually be blown away by the rain and wind. The dynasty has been troubled internally and externally, several princes have seized the throne, the open and secret battles have reached a fever pitch, and the bloody storm will be reincarnated. The Seven Princes were attacked, and only then did they realize that the dynasty had grown a cancer that was difficult to eradicate. Liangguo Nanban is ready to move, the court is up and down, the curtain is gloomy, the royal family has degenerated into parasites, and the foundation of more than a thousand years is in danger!

I thought that it would not be difficult to be a king who guarded success, but I forgot the ancestral teachings, it is easy to fight the country, but it is difficult to defend the country. At the beginning, he was not like the current emperor, working hard and calculating thousands of times to win the throne, who knows the final outcome, he is just a lonely person, he knew it was so, why bother in the first place.

Emperor Yu sighed secretly, turned around and went down the tower, followed by an old eunuch silently behind him, wanting to speak and stopping, and also sighed secretly, the emperor tonight, and sleepless. In the past two years, in order to let several princes restrain each other, Emperor Yu did not dare to take risks, did not establish the prince early, and constantly changed generals, adjusted ministers, and became haggard and getting older.

Back in the imperial study, Emperor Yu ordered the old eunuch to take out a stack of secret files and check them out. "Your Majesty, it is more profound, you have to take care of the dragon body and rest early." The old eunuch couldn't help but persuade, "Huang Companion, make a cup of ginseng tea, and prepare to record my message." Emperor Yu was unmoved and commanded. This readjustment of the military generals of the civil and military officials, focusing on the promotion of some new people, and the recall of some old ministers who resigned and returned to seclusion, these people have little to do with the factions of the DPRK and China, and they have strong ability, so he can rest assured.

"The deputy commander of the forbidden army, Meng Zicong, was transferred to the garrison envoy of Qiongzhou, and Zhou Wei, the deputy commander of the Imperial Martial Arts Academy, was promoted to the deputy commander of the forbidden army; Li Yan and Bazhou were transferred according to the envoy Tian Zhiyong; Wu Yingxiong, a general of Weiyuan, was appointed as the governor of Qingzhou, and the envoy was activated.

Until he saw a person's name, Emperor Yu hesitated and couldn't help pacing and thinking. He didn't like this person, he repeatedly violated his wishes when he was in the court, and there were signs of great disrespect for the imperial power. But he is outstanding, upright, and very famous. In times of crisis, there must be a trade-off, and after hesitation, Emperor Yu spoke again: "Enable Wang Yangming to be the waiter of the Ministry of Rites." The recorded Huang Companion took a beating, but then returned to normal.

A dense sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and finally stopped at the door of Yunmeng Thatched Cottage. In the study, Wang Yangming was examining what Feng Ge had learned recently. "Master, a guest is here." Feng Ge had already heard the sound of horses' hooves, and couldn't help but remind, "Come here, stretch out your hand!" Wang Yangming opened his mouth majestically, raised the ring ruler beside him, and the student who made a mistake walked over honestly and was beaten up. Wang Yangming beat people, and there was a saying, "When you are doing research, your heart is not quiet, you are restless, and you should be beaten." "A few snaps,

Feng Ge can't remember how many times he has been beaten. He also protested that corporal punishment of students is wrong, but Wang Yangming Zhenzhen reprimanded him, filial piety under the stick, talent under the stick, talent under the stick, ---- under the stick, in short, beating you is loving you, many people want me to beat, I don't beat it. Feng Ge is slandered, how can there be such a cheap person?

When the eunuch came, he was advised, this Wang Yangming had a very strange temper, don't provoke easily, and he passed on a secret decree, and he didn't dare to put on a score. After leading the crowd to dismount, he knocked on the firewood door.