"Poor Dao once heard that when Xue Andu was preparing a covert operation unit for the southerners, the Baoyi Army had been famous for a long time.

Xue An was able to form a force that could compete with the Baoyi Army in just a few years, and naturally he was not starting from scratch.

Instead, he borrowed a strange soldier with a thousand-year-old heritage, thinking it was elite. ”

Qingyun couldn't help but be surprised,

"A thousand-year-old heritage? I originally thought that the Qi Wang Tan Palace could be regarded as the earliest secret spy organization, could it be that there was a similar organization before? ”

"Hey, the secret spy force must be traced back to the time when Xia Wangyu was the head of the world alliance.

Hou Yu is all over Kyushu, and idlers think they are spies.

Therefore, the word spy is explained in the "Shuowen" as follows:

Spy, idle, and spy. The idlers have nothing to do, and the servants wait for the wind, all of which are ready for emergency use.

Later, King Taikang of Xia lost the country to the poor clan, and the new king Shaokang relied on these idle secret spies to recover the country.

In fact, not only the Chinese people used spies, but also the Yue Daluo country used spies back then.

"Zuo Chuan" also recorded that when the Chu State planned to go south, and the army arrived at Peng,

Da Luo Guo also sent a spy named Bo Jia to spy on intelligence, which caused a lot of trouble to the deployment of the Chu army. ”

"Oh? So General Xue borrowed the spy troops of Daluo Kingdom? ”

"No, the spy agency of the Great Luo Kingdom is far less professional than the Zhou royal family, so they lost.

Xue Andu was incorporated by the hereditary secret spy force of the Zhou royal family, the Title Mei Clan. ”

"What the master is talking about, the legendary mysterious army that 'gallops away, and geese pass silently'?"

"That's not a legend.

The Great Zhou Dynasty ruled Kyushu with Sikou, and the most elite of them was the Title Mei clan's squad.

Relying on this secret army, the Zhou Chamber has also been able to guard the country for hundreds of years.

If it weren't for the subsequent Qi, Chu, Qin, Yan and other powerful countries that set up their own spy networks, and caused irreversible erosion and damage to the royal secret spy system in the feeling of self-paralysis,

Maybe this Great Zhou Dynasty can borrow from the sky for another 500 years. ”

"How did the troops compiled in the Zhou Dynasty survive to the present?"

"Most of the Zhou officials were hereditary, so the official positions of the Zhou Dynasty could derive many surnames.

The same is true of this title, whose identity and skills have been passed down from generation to generation within the clan.

Although the spy network of the Zhou Dynasty was seriously damaged by various countries,

But as the elite of the elite, the dark of the shadows, their clan still survived in a low-key manner.

Survival is the first ability that a secret spy must have.

The family has multiplied from generation to generation, and occasionally comes out to show its face.

It's just that every time they appear, they will change the direction of the situation, and they are really a force that cannot be ignored. ”

"Master, do you mean, after Zhou's death, this force has still appeared?"

"Yes! In the past, the seven kings of the Han Dynasty rebelled, and the power of the seven kings united and passed half of the world.

In particular, the power of the kings of Wu and Chu is the strongest.

However, the allied forces of Wu and Chu have been closed for months in front of the Liang State, the land of projectiles.

Later, Zhou Yafu counterattacked, forced the two kings to death, and caused the rebellion of the seven kings to collapse.

At that time, the world only knew the scenery of Zhou Yafu, but few people paid attention to the dead soldiers sent by King Liang to King Wu's account.

Later, the rebellion of the Seven Kings was settled, and King Liang wanted to compete for the throne again.

It's ridiculous that he doesn't know that the title army has always been only for the sword of the Son of Heaven, not for the slaves of the power, and the result is naturally a miserable end. ”

"Uncle Mei is a literary talent, famous all over the world.

If you really talk about fame, it is not necessarily weaker than Yafu's bravery. ”

"But do you know that the force of the vehicle is actually not inferior to Zhou Yafu?

That clan is the descendant of the title clan back then.

Liang Guo relied on the rank of the strange soldier to maneuver between the Wu and Chu coalition forces, so that he could resist the strong with the weak and not fall behind.

And Uncle Mei's font name is not actually based on words.

Rather, like Tan Jun, it is the hereditary title of the chief of the title clan. ”

"There are so many secrets that have not been passed down in the Central Plains, but why is Master Juefa so clear?"

"Poor Dao has not read many Central Plains history books, except for the history of Taishi Gonglu Zuo, the rest have not been involved.

It's just that he is poor and good at martial arts, but there are countless martial arts classics he has borrowed.

The light skill of crossing the river with a reed is actually a detailed exercise called "Dragonfly Dotting Water".

(The title of the book is not annotated in the previous article, because there is no punctuation in the ancient version)

In addition to the martial arts skills of the light body, there are many secrets of the old affairs of the Meishi clan recorded in detail, so I know more about it. ”

"How can the master be sure that the one who is here today is the Rank Army?"

"Apart from them, I really can't think of anyone else with such means, hiding more than 100 people around this place and making it impossible to investigate."

"More than 100 people? How can the Master find out the number of people who are hidden in the shadows? ”

"Although I can't see it really, I can't hear any movement.

But everyone's body is constant at almost the same temperature.

This temperature, which is usually higher than the surrounding temperature, causes subtle changes in the airflow in the vicinity.

The degree of change caused by the number of people is naturally different.

Ordinary people may not be able to perceive it, but if they are accustomed to exhaling the cloudy and yang qi and perceiving the heavens and the earth with Qi, they can detect some of these changes. ”

Qingyun was amazed when he heard it, relying on Tu Na to perceive the heaven and earth?

What realm should the martial arts cultivation of this master of Juefa in front of him reach?

I'm afraid that it is not enough to summarize it with transcendent sanctification, right?

Juefa looked at the wonderful expression on Qingyun's face, and knew what he was thinking, so he added,

"Mr. Huayang naturally has such a realm,

If you take cultivation as a theory, you may still be above me.

The irascible old man in the Tai Room has already touched that threshold,

If his mind can be calmer, he will probably be able to reach this level soon.

If you are interested in this, you may wish to come to Maitreya Hall often to sit,

The manuscripts here in the poor road can be read at any time. ”

Empty empty couldn't help but interject at this time,

"Master Juefa's two methods of easy tendon and marrow washing are extremely profound,

I have been practicing according to the law for several years, and I have only slightly improved my physique and flexibility.

But he didn't know why he could use the Tao at such a level.

Hey, I'm afraid it's not possible.

It's a pity that Poor Dao was given a set of exercises by him for this reason. ”

Speaking of this, Kongkong Kongkong raised ten fingers, clenched them into claws, and kept bouncing them in front of his chest.

When Qingyun saw this action, the shadow of the depressed young lady suddenly flashed in his mind.

Suddenly, the demons in my heart surged, and I repeatedly chanted in my heart, Amitabha, don't look at indecent things, don't read indecent things......

Only then did he suppress the horse ape.

In fact, what forcibly dragged him out of his thoughts was the cold reality in front of him,

"Two masters, what do we need to do now?"

Juefa smiled slightly, and replied,

"Although there is a head-on battle, the poor road still boasts of itself.

But when it comes to hiding and killing, it is obvious that the other party is more professional.

Even if the poor road rushes into the forest, he may not be able to find them, and he may not even dare to boast about protecting himself.

But if they want to come to the temple to make trouble, with my familiarity with Lan Ruo, they will definitely have no return.

Xiaoyou thinks, what should be done in the poor road? ”

Kongkong was afraid that Qingyun still had no bottom in his heart, so he added,

"The temple has instructed all places to cover the windows with wet wipes and distribute the refreshing but poisonous aroma from house to house.

Several of the first and Maitreya disciples have already entered a state of alert.

When the preparations are complete, the Master will ring a bell to warn them that they are hiding to be seen.

If they still dare to come, then they might as well fight! ”

"Oh!" , Qingyun finally felt a sense of relief, so he asked casually,

"Then the defense of the back mountain has also been arranged, right?"

He asked this question because he had eaten a deflated meal in the back mountain earlier today, so he still couldn't hope about it at this time.

But when these words were heard in the ears of the two masters, the faces of the two masters couldn't help but change greatly.

Kongkongkong's face was solemn, and he asked Juefa,

"There is Hu Baoyi's old guy in the back mountain, there shouldn't be anything wrong, right?"

At this time, Juefa also had a faint feeling of melancholy in his heart.

"If it's an emergency, Shiyu Tanyue should have no problem.

However, when he encountered this rank of army, whether he could find out in time was not guaranteed.

If the other party's target is not us, it's a bit tricky.

Now send someone to the back mountain to summon the news, I am afraid that it will be very dangerous, it seems that only Poor Dao will go to this experience in person. ”

Qingyun has always been very curious about this master of Juefa, who is known as "comparable to Huayang", and volunteered at the moment,

"Master, wait for me, I'll go with the master!"

After that, he turned over and turned back into the house, briefly talked about the situation with the eldest brother and the second brother, and told them to wait for the unified anti-drug arrangements in the temple, and then said goodbye and left.

The little dragon king and the capital of the ancestors are not twisters,

One of them needs to protect the safety of the two princes in the temple and cannot leave without permission.

One is the key to taking care of Liu Ying,

Although they all know that Qingyun is going to be dangerous, they will not act at this time, but they will cherish each other.

When Qingyun returned to the beam, he had already left, thinking that it was for the decoration of Zhangluo Temple.

Juefa was still waiting for him with a smile on his face, as if he was quite appreciative of his courage.

"Let's go!"

As the simple two words spit out, a palm suddenly rested on the crook of Qingyun's arm.

Qingyun only felt that his body was light, as if he had become cotton wool,

Then a push helped him to his feet, and suddenly made him feel like he was back in that day's dream,

Glide on a kite and sweep straight into the murky night.

"Hold your breath!"

In the midst of the high-speed movement, the sound of Juefa was still calm as usual.

Qingyun naturally did not complain.

"Exhale!"

"Hold your breath!"

"Inhale!"

Between the ups and downs, the Fa is constantly changing instructions.

Every time Qingyun acts according to the orders of Juefa, he will feel loose and soft under his feet, like stepping on clouds and mist.

The power of the Juefa was sent in time, and he could rise up.

The timing of exhalation and breath-holding is just right,

Absorbing the vitality of time and earth seems to come uninvited,

When it is exhaled, it happens to be a tailwind, and the breath is unhindered.

At this time, running in the moonlight, it seems that Chang'e, who has taken the magic medicine of the Queen Mother, is feeling the process of the body about to break free from the shackles, accompanied by rhythmic urging and guidance, it seems that it may fly up at any time, and the soul is withdrawn in a trembling.

The shiver came very suddenly, very violently.

Qingyun only felt two waves of heat explode from both sides.

To use modern language, it is an instant rush of adrenaline secretion,

Then the feeling of weightlessness spreads all over the body, and all the internal organs are like being immersed in warm water.

He opened his eyes and saw that the moon was getting bigger and bigger, and he seemed to be really flying!

His screams streaked across the night sky, trembling between the horned feathers, but he couldn't hear them at all.

When his body reached its highest point, there was a sudden pause, and he fell downward.

This process is only a moment, but for Qingyun, it is like a long time, and all the scenery is frozen at this moment.

When his gaze turned to look down, he could clearly see seven men in black, condensed in the air from seven angles and in seven different postures;

The branches of the trees bent in the wind, but they did not swing;

The startled night owl's eyes widened in anger, and its wings had not had time to open, floating on its tips in the shape of a belly.

Under the silver moonlight, the whole world is still,

Except for an afterimage—

The navy blue monk's robe drew a fist intent like splashing ink, and it rose and fell in one go.

Qingyun's body suddenly fell like a meteor, his vision gradually blurred, and the sound of the wind in his ears continued to intensify until it almost burst.

If it hits the ground at such a speed, it will only leave a puddle of flesh and blood.

A cross wind suddenly reversed, taking Qingyun out diagonally, and his body kept spinning in the air, and he didn't know whether it was rolling or spinning sideways, only making him dizzy and nauseous for a while.

Then Qingyun only felt as if someone was grabbing the back collar, and the brain that was overly hypoxic was instantly fragmented.

When he gradually came to his senses, he found that he was being dragged by the collar by Juefa and galloping, and his body was half-floating in the air like a paper kite.

Juefa seemed to have sensed that Qingyun's sanity was gradually recovering, and he instructed in a deep voice,

"Maintain the rhythm of breathing that you have just been taught, and don't panic.

You need to know that you can only control speed if you adapt to it.

Only by adapting to the power can we master the power. ”

Qingyun lost control of his body and divine consciousness in Fang Cai's terrifying falling speed, and in Juefa's opinion, it was nothing more than a lack of training and lack of ability.

So Qingyun had to repeat the master's proverbs in his heart, and his breathing gradually adjusted evenly, and sure enough, he felt that he was getting used to a lot in the current high-speed movement.

Adaptation is the first step to mastery.

People don't adapt to the environment, how to control and change the environment?

People don't adapt to the rules, how to control and change the rules?

It's rare to have this kind of experience of looking up at the starry sky and drifting around,

Qingyun couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts, and started brainstorming, carefully savoring this state.

Meditation is the best way to help people adapt to their environment.

Juefa seemed to notice the change in Qingyun, and seemed to be quite pleased,

He ran again for a moment, and suddenly let out a "pout" and slowed down.

Qingyun only felt that his body was cloudy and fell down.

But he had completely regained control of his body at this time, and although the change was abrupt, he still used his strength to turn around, took two steps sideways, stood firm, and asked blankly,

"What's wrong?"

Juefa saw that the young man in front of him was quite qualified, and he adapted to high-speed exercise so quickly, his eyes were quite commendatory, and his tone was extremely relaxed.

"Well, it seems that someone in front of us has gone up the mountain to call the police."

"Oh?" , who will it be?

If it is the first seat of a certain academy, I think that Master Juefa will not know it.

Qingyun listened carefully, and it seemed that there was a faint sound of gold and iron in front of him, and someone had already made a move.

A muffled snort came, and Qingyun felt that the voice was quite familiar, so he hurriedly ran and caught up.

A tower-like man fell softly on an ancient pine.

Rao is that the pine wood is high and can be in the sky, surrounded by five hugs, and it seems to be precarious at this moment, and it will fall at any time.

There was an unusually miserable knife mark between the big man's ribs, and blood gushed like a spring, obviously from a heavy weapon.

When Qingyun rushed up to see him, it was indeed Xi Xianwen from Nanqi.

The Red Axe was now hanging limply aside, greedily drinking the blood dripping from its master's body.

Qingyun tore through his shirt and stuffed it indiscriminately into Xi Yanwen's wound, hoping to temporarily ease the speed of blood flow.

"Leave it to me!"

A voice came from the darkness of the woods, and then a tall figure squeezed out, it was Xiao Yunchang.

Qingyun saw that it was him, so he also relieved his heart.

He asked Xiao Yanding to be not far away, and hurriedly said goodbye to Yun Chang and the two of them, and rushed forward.

Jue Faluo swept this way, snorted coldly, and went with Qingyun.

When the two of them walked away, Xiao Yunchang looked at the table to explain the text,

"Uncle Xi, I don't want to kill you.

It is precisely because I don't want to see you die that I will leave you behind. ”

Xi Yanwen's aura was like a gossamer, and he was weak, so he could only raise his chin slightly, signaling Xiao Yunchang to come closer.

Xiao Yunchang has no fear of Xi Yanwen at this time, after all, the other party is also a master and a father to him, and the friendship is still there, since he has been so seriously injured, why not just take one or two?

So he took a few steps and brought his ear to the other.

Xi Yanwen's voice was as light as a gnat, mixed with tremors and convulsions torn by severe pain, but his tone was still peaceful and majestic, and his thoughts were not in the slightest disorder.

"You have your own choice.

I don't blame you.

But I am entrusted by your father, and I have to say a few words.

As long as Xiao Yan can survive this catastrophe, he will not have the idea of killing him again.

Xiao Luan lost his way, his heirs were not virtuous, and the turmoil of the country was instantaneous.

Even if we can't invite Xiao Ziliang on this trip, Xiao Yan must be a person who can do big things.

If you stand in the wrong position at this time, you will be in trouble! ”

"Uncle Xi! I know you are kind, and today is also my Xiao Yunchang, who can't stand you!

One day, I will serve my father and Uncle Xi, and I will repay him twice!

But now I have promised that if I get rid of Xiao Yan on this trip, I will be crowned the king of Chu, and Nanyan and Jingzhou!

Will we still be worried about what to do? ”

"Confused! Confused!

Do you count the kings surnamed Xiao from Emperor Wu to the Emperor of Wu, is there a good result?

Xiao Luan made you king today, and tomorrow you will be the thorn he wants to pull.

On the side of the snake and scorpion, the glory is more and more obvious, and the benefit is worrying! ”

Xi Yanwen grabbed Xiao Yunchang's arm with one hand, shook it vigorously, and somehow gained strength, and the more he shouted, the more terrified his voice became, and he vomited out with blood, which was extremely hideous and terrifying.

Xiao Yun hurriedly stabilized his body and sighed,

"Hey, it's a pity, I've already made a move, and I can't turn back!"

"Listen to me, when you took out the knife, I blocked the light of the knife with my body.

Everyone was in a bitter battle, and no one saw that you had hurt me!

If I don't say anything, you can naturally turn back!

I won't persuade you much now, but if Xiao Yan survives this catastrophe,

Yun Chang, you choose carefully! ”

Xiao Yunchang raised his head, looked at the deep night path, and smiled bitterly,

"Huh! Is it really possible to turn back?

That's good!

If he, Xiao Yan, really has such magical powers to survive today's limit, what if I follow Uncle Xi? ”

When Xi Yanwen heard this, he grinned, and the plasma blood clot hung up on the next article, and he suddenly felt dizzy, couldn't hold on anymore, and fell down completely.

"You know what?

You just handed the wounded man back to the murderer. ”

It's like a very casual thing about an ordinary fact.

From his tone, there was no emotional fluctuation in the slightest.

"How is that possible?

Master, you're out of sight this time.

I knew both of them,

The relationship between Uncle Xi and Brother Xiao, others seem to be like father and son! ”

"I'm not going to look away.

Perhaps, it is because everyone else on weekdays has lost their eyes? ”

"Master, what you said makes no sense!"

Listening to Qingyun's anger, Juefa smiled faintly, and didn't want to dwell on this matter anymore, just changed the conversation,

"There seems to be a battle ahead, do you want to move your muscles and bones, and try your skills?"

Qingyun has just fallen from a high altitude and glided close to the ground, and has a new understanding of the feeling of speed.

At this time, I listened to Juefa's suggestion, and hurriedly responded,

"Since the master has such orders, the kid dares to disobey his orders?"

"Well, that's good! Walk! ”

The road turned with the mountain, and in an open place, there were three people surrounded by more than ten black-clothed people.

Those black-clothed men each held sharp blades, with a piece in their mouths, and the formation was very layered.

Although the number of people has an absolute advantage, they still do not get carried away, they are cautious, and they are well-trained on weekdays.

The three people who were surrounded were not in a good state, naturally it was Xiao Yan, Taishi Shuming and Chu Tongzi.

Chu Tongzi was a member of the army of the Liu Song Dynasty.

His sneaking skills were all obtained at this time, and later Xiao Qi changed banners and he was cleared out of the rank army.

The rank army is a secret force, and it is engaged in internal purge, so it naturally will not leave a living mouth for the sake of safety.

But Chu Tongzi was lucky, and he happened to be saved by Xiao Ziliang, the king of Jingling, and he became the other party's dead man.

Chu Tongzi knew very well about the style of the rank army, so he had already noticed the abnormal situation tonight and immediately reported it to Xiao Yan.

When Xiao Yan heard this, he was horrified!

The rank army is a sharp blade in the hands of the royal family of the Southern Dynasty, and it is suddenly dispatched at this moment, and it must have gotten the news from Xiao Ziliang, which is intended to be in the back mountain.

So he disregarded his safety and led everyone up the mountain to warn.

On the way, Xi Xianwen was first, and Xiao Yunchang was scattered by the killer.

The three of them fought all the way here, and the Chu boy was already covered with injuries at this time because he had nowhere to use his methods, and he almost lost his combat power;

Taishi Shuming's quiver is empty, his left arm is hanging softly, and his right hand is holding a short halberd that is still encouraging support;

Xiao Yan was still dressed in white, but his body was covered in blood, and he didn't know that those were enemies and those were his own.

It's just that his demeanor is still undiminished, and his sword stands proudly.

Qingyun and Juefa suddenly appeared, attracting dozens of eyes in an instant.

Juefa patted Qingyun on the shoulder and whispered,

"I'll look at the leader, and I'll leave the rest to you."

Qingyun was shocked and wanted to argue,

"So many ......? Oops! ”

He only felt a gust of wind rising behind him, obviously not trying to hurt himself.

But his steps could not stand still for an instant, and floated off the ground,

The familiar sense of freedom from the constraints of gravity suddenly possessed at this moment,

The dozen or so black shadows in front of him seemed to be instantly attracted, and the distance quickly narrowed!

Qingyun had no choice, with the power of Juefa's palm, he bowed down and swung his legs, like a swimming fish,

Turning into a sword, the intent of the warband rushed straight over.

Feng Shui is sloppy, three yin, bowing, no regrets!

》》》》》 time to knock on the blackboard《《《《《

Some readers may question the law of unqualified Xiaoling, which is not in line with the words of Master Juefa, and there is something inappropriate in the combination of plain and plain. Then let's take a moment to discuss the things about poetry and rhythm.

The theoretical prototype of the Tang Dynasty's rhythmic poetry is Shen Yue's "Wenxin Carving Dragon" in the Southern Dynasty. Tone is the unique charm of the Chinese language. For the beauty of poetry, there is the beauty of rhyme, the beauty of artistic conception, and the beauty of rhetoric. Most other languages can only rely on rhyme and rhythm to make some articles in the beauty of rhyme, but Shen Yue's Fei Shen is a unique phonological theory for Chinese, that is, the use of Chinese tones to form a natural Fei Shen, subdued and frustrated, staggered, and unique flavor when reciting. The most basic form of flying sinking is horseshoe and wave, which are flat and alternate. This sense of beauty was widely accepted and applied around the height of the Tang Dynasty, and some poets before it, including the famous poet immortal Li Bai, did not have a strict grasp of it.

Since then, with the development of the song, the words and the song have gradually formed a collocation. Which scales should be flat, which scales should be used, and the words can be pronounced clearly in the song, forming the unique rhythm of Chinese lyrics. Later, we will talk about some music knowledge, and you will understand how scarce the library of Chinese songs was at that time. But there is no shame in this, at that time, the rest of the world's civilizations were not much better, especially in the music system, we were still ahead for a long time. In ancient times, the lyrics and songs were very particular, and the lyricist was ashamed to change the tone of the words and sentences to cater to the tune, for example, Zhou Bangyan, who is famous for his vocal rhythm, when he wrote a song "Man Jianghong", he had "the most bitter thing is that butterflies fly all over the garden, and they have no intention of fluttering." This sentence is impeccable, only a flutter word has to be changed into a voice to sing the song, Zhou Bangyan himself regrets it.

Fei Shen is a landmark research achievement in Chinese literary theory, and his popularity has greatly improved the average quality of poetry, but it has also caused some negative effects, such as the standardization and homogenization of poetic beauty. In fact, with the extension of literary theory, the continuous analysis of good sentences, and the increasing abundance of allusions, the poems of the Ming and Qing dynasties are far superior to Tang poems in terms of quantity and average quality. Many of the Tang Dynasty poems that seem to be popular now, if they appeared in the Ming and Qing dynasties, the language is not particularly amazing, I am afraid it will not be able to come out. The neat and beautiful, with a large number of poems that can be used freely, broke out a kind of aesthetic fatigue of poetry in the Ming and Qing dynasties. Of course, on the other hand, the status that the poets of the Tang Dynasty had established, and the originality of many lexicologies, could no longer be shaken by the literati of the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Because of the explosive growth of the music library, modern music has completely broken the shackles of rhythm. Moreover, the basic theories of contemporary music were born in countries where there is no tonal language, and the combination of tone and scale has become an abandoned academic and no one cares about it. The improvement of singing methods can also cover up everything, such as Karen Mok's "Cloudy Day", which uses a large section of light singing, turning Chinese into a tonal language; Jay Chou's "Dragon Fist" forcibly rhymes with a change of tone at the end of the word; Even the "Blue and White Words", which is known as the most ancient style, uses a horseshoe-shaped flying tune at the beginning of the song, but the lyrics are still in line with it by the change of tone (plain embryo singing, outlining singing, etc.). This change is a kind of progress, the words and songs are separated, and the song has to express the beauty of the rhythm in the song, and there is no need to think about recitation. As long as the whole song is still full of beauty, that is enough, after all, beauty is the only criterion of artistic aesthetics. Of course, there are some examples of failures that make up a handsome "library of lyrics that are often misheard".

The comprehensive acceptance of Western aesthetics is indeed progress in the short term, but without the integration and digestion of one's own culture, it will bury a nation. That's not a big deal. We know that Japan embraced the West earlier than we did, and even more thoroughly than we did. However, it is not strange to wear a kimono on the street in Japan, and it is still common for hostesses to come out in kimonos to greet customers, and ascetic monks still take a different pace to chant loudly in the streets. Don't say that Japan, surrounding countries such as South Korea, India, Southeast Asia, Mongolia, and Central Asia, the national costumes are basically well preserved and can be seen at any time on the way. But what about in China? When you wear Hanfu and go out, the eyes around you are like looking at a fool, and reciting Hanfeng poems on the street may be regarded as a madman. The habits and aesthetics of one's own people, the peculiar beauty of one's own language, seem to have been completely reduced to dross, why?

The fall of the world is the most terrible conquest. When the public's aesthetics can look back at our past frankly and fairly, is the time to truly distinguish the essence of traditional culture from the dross, and is the opportunity for the Renaissance of Chinese culture itself.