Wind Rock Terrace, Wind Rock Terrace, Ten miles from the flat ground to the high platform, catch the wind and drink the dew, there are cranes coming from the west.

When Sichuan and Shu had just received the first ray of morning light, the Fengyan platform by the Three Gorges began to gather Confucian scholars one after another. These scholars are gentle-looking, with a scarf, at the beginning of only a dozen people, with a few rooster crows, all things wake up, the number of people quickly breaks hundred, ten miles of wind rock platform is dyed all over the green clothes, to later, everyone consciously takes the velvet towel and sits on the ground, the arrangement is square, neat and uniform, the wind rock platform is like a chessboard, majestic and spectacular.

Under the wind rock platform, there are woodcutters who are diligent in getting up early to cut wood and collect firewood, there are also hunters who take forks up the mountain, some yellow-haired boys go out to play, see the scholarly wind and elegant hall, and when the wind rock exhibition is read in the early morning, they can't help but stop to watch.

In the crowd in the audience, a high-pitched and sharp voice was particularly harsh: "Phew, call your dad and I will break the spring dream, waiting for a group of elementary school students to read early before dawn, Tian Xiaomakeup, you should fight." ”

"Why, you didn't have to get up early when you were a bandit?" asked Wei Dubai, rubbing his sleepy eyes and yawning lightly.

"Nonsense, I'm loyal to my liver and courage to be a real golden immortal, how can I do some work to patrol the mountains and get up early, oops, it's a pity that my spring dream, my beauty. Wei Jinxian thumped his chest.

Tian Xiang didn't say a word, staring at the scholars of Fengyantai with big eyes, with a look of envy. Listening to Tianzhuang, this little sister began to freshen up and prepare almost every day when the sky was about to dawn, and climbed the mountain to the foot of the wind rock platform, earlier than the scholars, just to hear the sound of the wind and rock. At this moment, she was still as happy and expectant as she had witnessed for the first time, looking at Fengyantai with longing eyes.

Wei Mubai asked her: "Tian Makeup, you like to read so much, so you went on stage to read with them in the morning." ”

She hurriedly said: "No, the scholarly style is elegant, the door style is serious, the school is serious about etiquette, and rushing to the stage is a heart-to-heart interruption, although it will not embarrass us, but it will also be strictly preached." Feng Yatang has a great reputation in Sichuan and Shu, and the noble school must not easily conflict. ”

"Is it so serious?"

"Since Feng Ya Tang founded Shujiazi, the tradition of Feng Yan exhibition and reading has never changed, even if it is Xiwulin, it has never been banned. ”

Hearing Tian Makeup say this, Wei Mubai also began to be curious. Looking around, on the right side of the front row of the Confucian phalanx, there is a long table with a long seat, behind the table stands a soft chair and a horizontal seat, surrounded by white gauze tents on all sides, and there is no one inside, thinking that important people have not yet appeared.

"Whoever is in front of him is it, as if all the people had come together, and they sent him. ”

Tian Xiang replied: "No one will sit, that's ...... The position of the reader of the scholarly elegance hall is usually only the book seat or the sword seat that can be read. ”

"Oh? That is to say, Hu Die's riddle or Xuan Yuan Xuan is qualified to sit there?" Wei stuck out his tongue.

"Yes...... Yes, they used to sit in their tents, and they couldn't see their faces clearly. But after the two left, the two seats have been vacant so far, and they can only be temporarily read by the Twelve Peaks Department in turn. ”

It turns out that this butterfly has such a big face. No wonder when he came over in the morning, he said that he had been watching it for more than ten years, and he had long been tired of it and refused to come here. Wei Dubai immediately thought again, fortunately she didn't let Lin Long come over, she would definitely feel bored and bored in this meeting.

"And who is the person who is reading today?" asked Wei Dubai.

"Yesterday was Zuoqiu Peng of the Shengquan Peak, so today it should be the turn of the Qingqing umbrella of the Jingtan Peak. ”

"You remember it pretty well. ”

Tian Makeup said with a smile: "The more times I come, the deeper the impression." ”

"The shadow of the mirror is close at hand, and the sunny sky outside the umbrella is very real. Ten years and a hundred years of fame, Yao Shun let future generations. A loud poem resounded through the wind rock platform, when the person did not arrive, a clear oil paper umbrella flew out from under the stage, the tip of the umbrella stood down in front of the wind rock platform, a green shirt talent rose up, the figure was like a fairy, fluttering to the ground, attracting the wind rock under the stage to applaud continuously.

"Ten years and a hundred years of fame is gone, Yao Shun will let future generations. Wei Jinxian tasted it and said: "This poem is high-profile enough, is it a green umbrella, this person looks like he is vigorously pulling out the pine and chasing the willows, and there is a feeling that the jade tree is in the wind." ”

Tian Xiang nodded and said: "The outstanding people of Confucianism, all of them are merry masters, this is a green umbrella, I heard that it is also one of the popular candidates for this two-seater." ”

On the stage, he wore a green umbrella with a serious expression, respectfully bowed his hand to the initiate, and the Confucian students on the stage also returned the salute neatly. The green umbrella is cultivated to a high level, without beard and sideburns, and he can't see the age and geometry, and said in a loud voice: "Twelve peaks, eight hundred Confucian students, wind and rock, read the golden scriptures." ”

"Yes. ”

Eight hundred mouths, like a person at the same time answered, Confucius stretched out his right hand to the sky, Yun Yuan stroked, a book seemed to come out of thin air, Confucian spread out on his lap, sat on the ground, did not dare to slacken.

"Erya. "Tie the green umbrella road.

"Yes. ”

"The palace is heavy, the business is sensitive, the horn is the scripture, the sign is the stack, and the feather is the willow. The opening is like a shock, the sound is like spring thunder, hitting the hearts of the onlookers in the audience, it turns out that the eight hundred Confucian students who read the Fengyan exhibition book are all people who are not low in cultivation, and they read together in Yunyuan, in addition to improving each other's knowledge, they can also communicate with Yuan, benefit others, and make people concentrate and gather energy in the morning, and be energetic.

Tian Xiang had never heard this chapter, she couldn't understand its meaning, she was a little anxious, these words and phrases were a little obscure to her, she tried to memorize it, but she picked up the back, forgot the previous sentence, and was frustrated.

"The seventh part of "Erya", Shi Le, talk about some superficial music theory, Tian makeup, it doesn't matter if you don't understand it. Wei Mubai comforted her.

Tian Xiang asked, "Brother, haven't you studied?"

Wei Wuya patted him on the shoulder: "This old man of mine has indeed read a lot of books, even a talented man like me admires him a lot." ”

Wei Mubai followed and read a few sentences: "The big bell is called Jin Yong, which is called plagiarism, and the small one is called the stack." The big flute is the word, and the small one is the requirement. The big pipe is called the 簥, which is called the grate, and the small one is called the ......"

Tian Xiang clapped his hands and applauded: "Awesome, brother, you are so powerful, you are exactly the same as them." ”

Wei Dubai was affected by the Qingqi Zhengyuan of Fengyan Zhanshu's reading, and his sleepiness was swept away, and he was refreshed at the moment, he had never felt so comfortable getting up early and reading in the morning before.

However, just as he was reading aloud, he felt that there was a mysterious aura on the Fengyan platform, which was not under the Confucian sect, and mixed in with the scholar Lang Lang.

The green umbrella is the head of the cultivation of the Pure Altar Peak, and he has high hopes for the Pure Altar Peak, so Feng Yan is extremely serious and does not dare to make mistakes, but he did not expect that today he actually mixed in with a non-Confucian atmosphere. If it is an ordinary uncivilized people, it is just that, but this breath seems to be good and not good, like evil and not evil, and it is impossible to judge whether it is friend or foe, and it is impossible to speculate on the level of cultivation, let alone find out what sect it is.

"Who is involved in the morning reading, and what is the purpose?" thought to Tsing Yi secretly.

He could detect that some of the eight hundred Confucian scholars reading the Fengyan Exhibition Book below must have also noticed something unusual.

Fengyan exhibition book reading is not a simple reading and reading papers, the elite of the Confucianism Fengyatang Twelve Lingfeng Peak Department, all rely on this to cooperate with the yuan, adjust the tacit understanding, is the key to intensive cultivation, if it is not for the Fengyatang sect leader has always advocated openness, ordinary people have no chance to come into contact with it, if this breath is allowed to continue to mix, then today's Fengyan exhibition book reading will not fail, it will also make people suspicious, will affect their own two-seat road.

Thinking of this, the green umbrella secretly followed the sound, and from the faint vitality, the target was locked on a corner of the crowd in the audience. There stood a middle-aged man with open teeth, a young man with a raw eye, and a local girl.

"Well—the little girl is dressed as a local, and I've seen it a few times before, not her. Although the man's face is not good, his face is cheap and noble, and his life is simple, even if he follows the book, it is impossible to keep up with the rhythm of Fengyantai. And this young man, whose origin is unknown, has no flaws in the "Erya" chapter, and there is a faint tendency for the dragon to enter the sea, most of which is him. ”

Tie the green umbrella to find the target, and wanted to make sure that he was the first Confucian among the disciples to find an outsider, so he immediately raised his hand: "Wait." ”

The simple word is indeed very effective, and the eight hundred Confucian students are all quiet.

At the scene, only the audience was dumb and white and recited a few more words: "The drums are the steps, the blows are the sum, and the songs are the ......."

Tie Qingyu interrupted: "Brother Tai, Fengyan Exhibition Book Reading is Feng Yatang's way to study, why do you want to deliberately obstruct it?"

Wei Mubai was surprised: "What's wrong with me?"