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The Future of Confucianism......

To be able to become a student of the Qinglu Mountain Academy of Literature, these talents have already undergone strict screening, and all of them are dragons among people. Le > Text.

[So many talents want to join Fadao Confucianism, no wonder Fadao Confucianism is flourishing, and Confucianism is declining, but these captured talents are already in my bag. 】

In life, some people seek wealth, some people seek fame, and some people seek absolute power above the ten thousand people, but in Baoyu's heart, these are not as important as 'people'.

As long as the talent is in hand, fame and fortune will naturally come like a cloud, and those that the world has worked hard to pursue will become his cornerstone and lay the ladder of his sanctification.

In the bottom of Baoyu's heart, she has never given up the idea of becoming holy......

Chen Changgong calculated the time and was ready to go to Jiafu to ask for guilt.

In his opinion, Shui Chi's strength is very strong, and with Shui Chi's temperament, he will definitely find trouble with Jia Baoyu, and he will take a big advantage.

In other words, Jia Baoyu will suffer a big and ugly loss.

Of course, this is the trifle.

The battle of juvenile spirit can never be put into the eyes of big people.

But now it's different, after Qian Mouguo has passed, things have changed, as long as Jia Baoyu suffers a loss, the military department will definitely regard it as a man sent by him, and naturally he will be held accountable.

In any case, the warning paint of the Ministry of War has never been sealed in vain.

The old butler cried and persuaded: "Master, let's stand up straight and walk upright, why do we pay attention to these old things in the military department?"

Chen Changgong sighed and said, "With my current position, every word and deed involves too much. I'm not afraid of a misunderstanding by the Ministry of War, but of a misunderstanding by the Northern Heavenly Army, and of someone adding fuel to the fire.

If I am reprimanded by the Ministry of War, the Northern Heavenly Army will definitely hate Jiafu, but if I don't do anything, it will be implemented, and it will be my own matter to deal with Jiafu. ”

The old master sighed and exclaimed, "Isn't that more terrifying?"

"Yes, so I must apologize, be sincere enough, and Jia Fu must also forgive, and be sincere enough...... This drama is far more annoying than a real feud. ”

"It's the old slave who is not good, so the old man is in a dilemma......"

As he was talking, Chen Changgong smiled and said the word 'photo', and there was one more person in his hand.

Qian Mouguo was pulled by the collar, he was originally a big and three thick character, but he was carried by Chen Changgong in his hand, and he looked like a naughty boy.

Chen Changgong looks thin, upright and dignified, which compares with Qian Mouguoyi, only to find that his height is more than two meters, showing his literati style on the one hand, and looking like a battle-hardened man on the other.

In front of Chen Changgong, Qian Mouguo's attitude was also like that of a teenager, and he bowed his head and said, "Teacher, it's been decades, can you stop arresting me casually?"

complained in his mouth, but he showed a flattering appearance over there, and wanted to offer something to offer treasure.

Just imagine, a man with a beard on his face shows this kind of look, which is really spitting.

The old housekeeper couldn't help but smile, and asked eagerly, "Did Jia Baoyu suffer any losses?"

"What's the loss?"

"Of course it's Shui Chi, he didn't trouble Jia Baoyu?"

"How could I not have looked for it? But Brother Bao is very well-behaved, and he knows the relationship between Shui Chi and his teacher, and he has been hiding it. ”

"Hmph, he's sensible!"

"It's not that he's sensible, old housekeeper, you have to remember Brother Bao in the future. ”

Although Qian Mouguo felt that Jia Baoyu was indeed very 'sensible', he knew that he couldn't beat Shui Chi, and he couldn't compare to Shui Chi's strength, so he hid it tightly, but thinking of the poems given by Jia Baoyu, Qian Mouguo still persuaded two sentences.

After that, he attached it to Chen Changgong's ear and finished reading the poem side by side.

As soon as the first sentence came out, Chen Changgong's eyes suddenly lit up,

Until the last sentence, Chen Changgong trembled like chaff, this literati iron man who covered the entire Great Zhou Dynasty actually cried bitterly and sat on the ground in a gloomy manner.

"Good poem! I have exhausted my heart headache, and I have exhausted my broken city and Jinshi, and my heart is weak and miserable!"

Chen Changgong raised his fingers, and the stars in the sky suddenly dimmed for a moment, and the righteous qi and talent within a radius of more than ten miles all converged on his fingertips.

A silver note also appeared in the air, and it turned out to be the first silver page that could only be born in a ten-city-level chapter, which was formed by the convergence of heaven and earth!

"With bone as a pen, blood into ink, white fox Niangniang, I Chen Changgong can only do this, in order to tell the apologies in my heart. ”

Chen Changgong's fingertips shot out a stunning blood rainbow, and the blood was tumbling and rolling, and suddenly fell on the paper:

"It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight.

There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit. ”

When the last blood rainbow turned into a streamer and shot into the sky, Chen Longbow's beard suddenly turned white.

"Sir!"

"Teacher!"

The old housekeeper and Qian Mouguo fell to their knees, crying bitterly.

To write with talent, it is natural to need a very high spiritual spirit ink to write, which replaces ink with blood, and forcibly brushes off Chen Changgong's century-old life.

A hundred years of longevity, even if it is a titled Jinshi, how many hundred years does it have in your life?

In the starry sky, a short figure floated freely in the sky.

The old master held the ring ruler in his hand, carried a bamboo basket on his back, waved the ring ruler, and drank a sip of the old wine played at the entrance of the village for ten yuan, which was very pleasant.

But at this moment, the stars in the sky suddenly dimmed for a moment, and then a blood-red streamer pierced the sky.

"Replace ink with blood, hey, this smell is Chen Changgong's kid. ”

The old master smiled and was funny, playful, put the drop of red blood taken from the sky in his mouth, chewed and swallowed it like a bean, and flew in the direction where the red blood came from.

There are more than ten miles apart, but the old master's incarnation and talent have melted into this world, spanning a distance of ten miles in an instant.

"Haha, you kid still want to die......"

Before he could transform himself from heaven and earth, the old master was about to laugh at Chen Longbow, but at first glance, when he saw Chen Longgong's gray bun and snow-white three strands of long hair, he stopped and hid himself deeper.

[I thought there was a battle, and it would take at most three or five years of Shouyuan to turn blood into ink, but looking at his appearance, at least a hundred years of Shouyuan were consumed!]

[This is not a desperate fight with people, longbow boy, what are you...... Why bother? 】

The old master just thought of it in an instant, who else could make Chen Changgong do this?

And that one, even he didn't want to provoke.

I saw Chen Changgong looking up at the vision of heaven and earth, it was a woman dressing up in the mirror, and an incomparable sorrow gradually entered the bottom of my heart.

"It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless and a hundred flowers are ......"

Chen Changgong sighed for a while, waved his hand to disperse the vision of heaven and earth, and at this moment, in the brilliant silver light of the first silver page, a bright golden light suddenly exploded!

"Original Golden Light?"

Chen Changgong couldn't help but exclaim.

The old housekeeper was also stunned to follow, and even Qian Mouguo, who came back with the poems, couldn't help but be full of surprise, and his beard exploded one by one.

Chen Changgong pointed at Qian Mouguo and scolded: "Lazy boy, this poem turned out to be written by Brother Bao on the spot?

"This, I'm just asking for poetry, where did I think of this?"

Qian Mouguo smiled bitterly and sighed abruptly: "Teacher, the favor we owe this time is too big, how can we pay it back?"

"Pay it back according to the price, I'm not afraid that I can't afford to pay it back, this 'Untitled' should be Xuanhe's chapter, I hope it won't be more than eight feet high, otherwise, it will be difficult to pay it back!"

Hearing this, everyone glared at them.

Even the old master, who was incarnated as a genius in heaven and earth, couldn't help but mutter:

"Xuanhe-level love poems? rare, rare. Since ancient times, love poems have only been eight feet high, and if this 'untitled' talent spirit is more than eight feet high, the longbow child ......"

burst

The old master couldn't help but laugh and let out a sigh of relief.

If the talent spirit spring is more than eight feet high, it is to refresh the limit of love poetry, which is unprecedented, what does Chen Longbow want to take?

It turns out that he is not the only one who is aggrieved by Brother Bao, it seems that there are many ......

Under the attentive attention of everyone, the talent and spirit spring are rising higher and higher.

Three-foot, four-foot, five-foot......

Six feet!

It's only six feet tall, Xuanhe's side!

Chen Changgong was already happy, but when he thought of the great favor, his face was a little wrong.

The better the poetry, the more satisfied the White Fox Niangniang will naturally be, but the favor he owes to Chen Longbow will also increase geometrically.

"Seven feet, seven feet is good, no, a love poem with seven feet of talent is not enough at all, eight feet, it must be higher than eight feet!"

Chen Longbow muttered for a while, gritted his teeth and said with a cruel smile: "Okay, how high and how high, no matter how big the favor, I Chen Longbow can afford it!"

With Chen Changgong's worth, the old housekeeper and Qian Mouguo both nodded seriously.

Especially the old housekeeper, a pair of old eyes looked at the talent and spirit spring, and muttered vigorously, "Go up, go up, as long as you untie the knot in the master's heart, what can other pickles be worth?"

Under the eager attention of everyone, the talent spirit spring flashed with crystal brilliance,

Suddenly, it jumped and began to climb in the Xuanhe level......

The mountains and forests are dense, and the night is dark and the wind is high.

Le Yang Shen sandwiched the rattan between his feet, slid down his head and feet, and stunted a top Fa Dao Xiucai with a stone, and the iron egg and the two dogs not far away also stretched out their hands from the half-human-high dead leaves, and at the same moment, they pulled the other two Xiucai into the ground.

I heard a muffled sound underground, and then there was no movement.

"Hey, are you done?"

Leyangshen kicked the trunk of the tree next to him.

"That's it. ”

There was a muffled sound under the dead leaves, and then two clay figures came out in fear, and two white-clothed Xiucai with corpses were dragged out from behind.

The two corpse showmen had their heads bulging, and they didn't know what they smashed.

There is a bruise on the neck, and it looks like it is stuck in the arm to breathe,

One of them,

There is also a piece of scalp missing from the door of the brain.