The Taoist saint didn't say a word, and the Confucian saint didn't say a word, and the victory or defeat of the battle at the pinnacle of Wendao became a legend, an unsolved case, and a myth.

Old Master Dong interpreted this allusion vividly and vividly. The students in the class were also fascinated by the listening and yearning. The allusions of Confucian saints asking Taoist saints, after thousands of years of evolution, may have traces of deification and exaggeration, but the kind of heart they possess to the Tao and the unfathomable realm of literature and Taoism are enough to impress every listener.

At least Huo Zongtang was impressed, and found that the students around him were all full of brilliance in their eyes. It was a kind of enthusiasm and fighting spirit that admired the sages and climbed to the pinnacle of Wendao. It can be said that this miraculous allusion has ignited the fire of faith in the hearts of countless people.

Since then, the topic of Master Dong has been from ancient times to the present, and has talked about the general trend of literature today.

"Students, you must also know that since the late Qing Dynasty, the general trend in the world is that Western learning is more important than Eastern learning. The developed countries of Europe and the United States, whether it is literature or martial arts, have the upper hand. For more than 100 years, the 'St. Nobel Literary Prize', which was pioneered by Europeans and Americans, has won 10% of the winners, and 10% of them are Westerners. Speaking of Huaxia Kingdom, it wasn't until last year that a Master Mo Yan won the title and achieved a breakthrough of zero. ”

"Master Mo Yan!" At the mention of Mo Yan's name, the students stirred slightly, and their eyes once again shone with a light of worship.

Old Master Dong had a smile on his face. "In the last 'Saint Nobel Literary Competition', Master Mo Yan fought fiercely with Dongying literary master Murakami Tsubaki in nine games, and narrowly won in the last game with a 'soul of sandalwood', which made Murakami Tsubaki lose the Nobel Prize for the fifth time, which can be said to have won glory for our Chinese literary circles and broken the prejudice of Westerners against Chinese literature."

The students should be more familiar with this allusion, and they all applauded vigorously.

"I watched the live broadcast of the St. Nobel Prize in Literature! Especially the final battle, it was really exciting! ”

"Master Mo Yan is the pride of our Chinese!"

"The 5,000-year-old Chinese literary tradition has gradually declined in the past hundred years, and has not only been ignored by Westerners, but also looked down upon by many Chinese themselves. Master Mo Yan's battle can be said to have slapped these people in the face! ”

Young people worship heroes, especially Mo Yan, a heroic figure who has prestige in the world literary circle, defended the dignity of Chinese literature, and justified the name of Chinese literature for 5,000 years, is even more worthy of everyone's applause.

Old Master Dong nodded, but sighed again: "Master Mo Yan is indeed powerful, looking at today's literary world, there are many masters whose strength is similar to Master Mo Yan. It's a pity that there is only one Mo Yan who has won the Nobel Prize in the 5,000-year-old inheritance of China. There is still a long way to go for Chinese literature to win the recognition of the world and change the situation of being weak for a century. ”

He didn't turn around, just stared at a piece of chalk in front of him. The chalk suddenly flew up in the air, spun around in the air, and then landed on the blackboard behind the old master.

The students exclaimed, "What a strong soul fluctuation!" ”

"The old master has used his spiritual superpower!"

Old Master Dong didn't turn his head, but his mouth opened and closed slightly, and the chalk had its own spirituality, walked up on the blackboard by itself, and "wrote" a few words: If the youth is strong, China will be strong.

The pen walks the dragon and snake, and the bones are vigorous!

Old Master Dong exhaled lightly, and the chalk seemed to have suddenly lost its "spirituality", fell from the air, and fell to the ground with a snap.

"Do you understand these words?"

The students suddenly quieted down, and their expressions became very strict. Many people pondered for a long time and nodded slowly.

"If the youth is strong, China will be strong! In the face of the general trend of the world, whether you are intoxicated with the glory of the past or complain about the sky, it will be useless! Only when all our young people are self-reliant and wholeheartedly seek the Tao, can Chinese literature regain its past glory! I hope that our students will not only have three minutes of enthusiasm. The journey of literature is full of difficulties and obstacles, far beyond your imagination. Don't just think about the applause of success, think more about the pain and sweat behind it. Only people with great courage, great wisdom, and great personality can reach the ultimate peak. ”

After saying this, Old Master Dong bowed slightly to the students and announced the end of class.

The students spontaneously applauded. Huo Zongtang also got up slowly, thinking in his heart: Literary cultivation is not only a personal practice, but also a mission, a mission related to the family and country!

After class, Huo Zongtang was standing by the window looking at the scenery of the campus, but a cold sentence suddenly came from behind him: "You are Huo Zongtang?" ”

Huo Zongtang glanced back and saw a young man standing behind him, with dark skin, two eight-character eyebrows, and a somewhat cold gaze.

Huo Zongtang said: "I'm Huo Zongtang, are you?" ”

The young man snorted and sneered: "Even a little security guard like you dares to cultivate literature, it is simply defiling the avenue of literature!" ”

After that, the man didn't wait for Huo Zongtang to reply, just walked away and sat down in another corner of the classroom. Several young people also gathered around the swarthy young man, and looked back at Huo Zongtang together, their eyes were quite unkind.

Huo Zongtang felt that this matter was simply inexplicable.

It was Wan Jia on the side who answered his doubts. It turned out that the swarthy young man's name was Huang Guozhang, and he was one of Yu Suying's suitors. Maybe he heard about Huo Zongtang's sarcasm about Yu Suying, this guy was in a hurry to stand up for his dream lover, so he was hostile to Huo Zongtang.

"Don't be afraid of that guy, in this class, I'll cover you!" Wan Jia looked heroic, patting her chest and reassuring.

Huo Zongtang shook his head, a group of children, naïve! He is a man in two lives, and he is too lazy to bother with these guys when he is mature. The hair has not yet grown, and the brain has not yet fully developed, so if you really care about them, it will simply lower your IQ.

The second period is a reading lesson.

Reading literature is an important way to cultivate soul power. Han Xing's excellent literary works all contain soul power. Through guò reading, a cultivator can absorb a part of the soul power from the excellent works of his predecessors. The more you read, the richer your accumulation, and the more you can gather the thousands of streams of soul power into a vast ocean and achieve a generation.

Therefore, the so-called literary reading focuses on absorbing the spiritual essence of the predecessors, turning it into one's own use, and becoming one's own soul power.

The more excellent the literary work, the stronger the soul power it contains, and its number is gradually rare. The grades of the works are also divided into bronze, silver, gold, and sanctuary. Bronze work, also known as "century-old classic". Only those classics that have been tested by a hundred years of time, or works that can touch the souls of 100,000 or even millions of people, can be included in the ranks of bronze works.

The bronze works are still like this, and the silver, gold, and temple works above are even more powerful soul power, and the number is even rarer.

When Huo Zongtang was in class, Mr. Zeng in the reading class gave him a new book. According to the etiquette of Han Xing, when the book was issued, Huo Zongtang had to perform a book acceptance ceremony in a serious manner before he could receive the book from his husband.

Books, in the Han Dynasty, have the same sacred and solemn meaning as the religious scriptures and prayer flags of the previous life.