The little accident in Xingtan made Ren Zhen, who was like a stagnant water, rarely ripple.

He wanted to teach Confucianism a good lesson more and more.

Reading "Spring and Autumn" to understand the Spring and Autumn Period, it is not a trivial matter that can be settled by grinding his lips, although he has confidence in his own strength, but he knows better in his heart that the biggest test of this matter is time.

He laid out the general trend of the Northern Tang Dynasty in advance, which was equivalent to presetting a deadline for himself. This exposition of the Bible should not exceed two months at the latest, otherwise, before the wind rises, all kinds of painstaking plans will be shattered.

Leaving Xingtan, Ren Zhen didn't want to delay any longer, so he simply adopted the stupidest and simplest method. No matter how complicated the vertical and horizontal space in front of you is, the mountain behind the academy is there, and the general direction will not change.

All the way north, you will always arrive.

After abandoning the ox cart, he carried two jars of old wine, and without caring about hiding it, he stepped directly into the air and rushed into the deep forest.

The sun is thin, and the light in the back mountain is dim.

Countless tall pines and cypresses stand tall, flourishing and deep foliage, and under their background, the rows of scripture monuments on the ground are more like some gloomy tombstones, silent in a solemn and solemn atmosphere.

Seventy-two scripture tablets, each of which is the same size, about three feet high, stand straight on the ground, and are neatly arranged.

The front of each scripture tablet is engraved with an ancient style of seal characters, the length is roughly approximate, and it will not record too much content, no more, no less, just to include the vicissitudes of the entire continent in a certain decade.

Seventy-two pieces, corresponding to the spring and autumn of seven hundred and twenty years, are arranged in an orderly manner according to time.

The youth history of the Spring and Autumn Ten Kingdoms, a "Spring and Autumn", most of which are exhaustive.

As for why the last 80 years are missing, it is because the author of this classic, the most holy Confucius, had already passed away at that time, and naturally did not know what was happening after his death.

In the twilight, Ren Zhen walked over, put the wine jar aside, stepped on the soft black soil, and came to the middle of the stele forest.

As a forbidden place of the college, all teachers and students are not allowed to enter, and no one enters or leaves this place all year round. But the strange thing is that the ground of this stele forest is flat and clean, and there is no dead grass or fallen leaves to be found.

Even if someone is in charge of cleaning, if it is not rigorous and paranoid to the point of perversion, it is extremely difficult to clean up meticulously.

Ren Zhen didn't care about this detail, walked to a scripture tablet, squatted down, slowly stretched out his left hand, and stroked the scriptures on the tablet.

These scriptures are made at some point, and they have obviously undergone countless years of erosion, and the original carved patterns on the surface are almost smoothed, and even the strokes of the ancient characters are a little blurred, and they can only barely identify their shapes.

"In the first year of the first year, the spring king is in the first month. In March, Gong and Yi Yi's father allied themselves in contempt ......"

Rubbing the scriptures of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, Ren Zhen's expression was calm, and his eyes fell on the inside of the sunken strokes, and he couldn't help but reveal strange emotions.

According to legend, before the death of Kong Shengxian, the unicorn appeared in the world, and the blood was coagulated, and then the "Spring and Autumn" was written. The lacquer of this inscription, bright as blood, has been through vicissitudes, and has never been dimmed, is it dyed with unicorn blood? ”

The West hunted for Lin, and the Holy Way was poor, so "Spring and Autumn" is also called "Lin Jing". Ren Zhen thought of this allusion, and when he looked at the scriptures again, he was a little moved.

"If it is really the blood of the unicorn, then these seventy-two tablets are probably not as simple as recording scriptures. Maybe ......"

He was contemplating his brows when a blank white mist suddenly floated out of the woods, and when he swept over the periphery of the stele forest, a figure appeared there out of thin air.

This is a silver-haired old man, tall and thin, with a clear face, a pair of sunken eyes with exquisite light, even if he is wearing a shabby cloth robe, it is difficult to hide the determination of his body.

When he appeared quietly, he crouched down, put the broom in his hand aside, and picked up the jar of wine on the ground, and drank it to himself.

All this did not arouse any vigilance from Ren Zhen.

"I said, don't step into the stele forest."

After a while, when most of the wine was drunk, the old man squatted there, and finally spoke.

Ren Zhen was shocked, and only after turning around did he realize the existence of the old man, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

In this dark and cold "grave pile", it is a very terrifying thing to suddenly hear a voice from behind.

The old man raised his hand to wipe the wine stains on his long beard, and said indifferently: "I also said that the consequence of breaking into the stele forest is to cut off your hands and feet and fend for yourself inside. ”

Ren Zhen took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, and secretly cheered himself up, "What are you afraid of, it's not that you don't know that the old thing is here!" ”

He stood up, smiled slightly, and replied: "My predecessor has been here for twenty years, if you feel lonely, I can stay and play chess with you, why do you have to trample on my ant......"

The old man didn't hear it, threw away the empty wine jar in his hand, picked up another jar of wine, and drank it for a while before he said slowly: "I know a lot, it seems that I came prepared." It's a pity that Lao Tzu hates people who pretend to be smart the most. ”

Ren Zhen's head was slightly relieved, as long as the old man didn't make a move immediately and left him a chance to speak, he could guarantee that his life was safe.

"In front of the seniors, I don't dare to get an axe. When I entered the Forest of Steles, I just wanted to study the Spring and Autumn Classics carefully. You are not a Confucian and Taoist person, and you have no duty to abide by the scriptures, please spare the younger generation, and let me visit here for a few days. ”

He smiled shyly, "You will be accommodating, I promise, every time you give you a double wine!" ”

When the old man heard this, he raised his head and glanced at Ren Zhen, but his eyes were full of irony, "Read "Spring and Autumn"? It seems that you are not only clever but also conceited! While I'm in a good mood right now, get out of here! ”

Ren Zhen stood in place, not moving, and said quietly: "What about conceit? Senior, you might as well let me try, in case I can let you out......"

The old man froze slightly, and finally stood up, looking Ren Zhen up and down through countless scripture tablets, "It turns out that you are no longer the boy who delivered wine." ”

Ren Zhen's face was unwavering, but there was a sound in his heart, since he entered the Northern Tang Dynasty, it was the first time that someone could see through his disguise at a glance!

He clenched the fist hidden in his sleeve, tried his best to restrain the trembling all over his body, and secretly said in his heart, "It is worthy of a generation of heroes!" With this level, it is not in vain that I take a risk! ”

He coughed lightly, and according to his previous calculations, he replied, "For the seniors, this is not important, and there will be no loss. Let me stay and solve the monument, and I'll surprise you. ”

The corners of the old man's mouth were lightly raised, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled old face. It's just that this smile looks like a ghost crying to others, which is extremely ugly.

"Smart and stupid, I haven't met a teenager like you in years. Under the three realms, I couldn't even walk steadily, so I began to think about running. ”

The old man's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot, and the murky voice still echoed in this stele forest.

"If you want to waste time, Lao Tzu won't stop you, but as long as you dare to disturb Lao Tzu's purity, don't blame me for being ruthless, making your life worse than death!"