"Virtue is not lonely, there must be neighbors. ”

In the front hall of the Confucian Temple, on the tower-shaped platform, Xiao Wenzong Wenxuan sat cross-legged and said loudly.

His voice was calm and clear, reaching the ears of every student.

The first batch of students from the school palace, 1,300 teenagers, sat under the high platform like stars and moons, and read aloud: "Virtue is not lonely, there must be neighbors!"

"Unrighteous and rich and expensive are like floating clouds to me!"

On the periphery of the students, hundreds of officials and magnates couldn't help but follow aloud: "Unrighteous and rich and expensive, like floating clouds to me!"

"You can't do without Hongyi, you have a heavy responsibility, and you have a long way to go!"

"You can't do without Hongyi, you have a heavy responsibility, and you have a long way to go!"

"The three armies can win the commandery, the horseman, not the ambition!"

The magnificent and solemn recitation infected thousands of onlookers, and everyone surged with warm feelings in their chests, and at the same time said loudly: "The three armies can win the commandery, but not the ambition!"

"If you don't do what you do, you don't have the courage!"

"If you don't do what you do, you don't have the courage!"

The entire Sanshui Town, the majestic sound of recitation reverberates, like a huge wave crashing against the reef, impacting everyone's heart.

The majestic voice, the sound of the clouds!

Wen Zong, who was sitting cross-legged, raised his eyes, and his voice suddenly raised a few points: "People with lofty ideals are benevolent, there is no survival to harm others, there is a killing, and there is a benevolence!"

Heaven and earth were slaughtered, only Wenzong's passionate voice floated endlessly into the distance.

The 1,300 students either had sad faces, or resolute eyes, or burst into tears, and shouted in unison: "People with lofty ideals are benevolent, they don't want to survive to harm others, they kill themselves, and they become benevolent!"

"There is a killing to become a benevolent!"

"There is a killing to become a benevolent!"

"There is a ...... to kill to become benevolent"

The wind and clouds meet, the thunder rolls in the sky, and the voices on the ground merge.

A mighty and strong aura spread from the high platform in all directions, like waves of rising tides, flooding the crowd on the ground, and connecting with the surging clouds in the sky.

"Boom!"

A thin column of air fell from the sky and fell directly on the Dacheng Palace.

Ye Changsheng looked at the column of air that was spurting down, shocked and excited.

He understood that Xiao Wenzong was using his own heroic spirit to lead the heavens and the earth and do edifying things!

The power of faith of all the people was poured into the Dacheng Hall, where the Master and the four Yasheng were enshrined, as well as the twelve sages.

When his heart was swaying, Ye Changsheng's chest suddenly gave birth to a warmth, like a cloud that was softly sunburned and fell into his chest.

The clouds turn into warm currents and swim all over the body, bringing unprecedented heights.

Ye Changsheng was shocked again, this, this is Haoran's qi?!

Looking at the 1,300 students who were kneeling and sitting, many of them had a look of surprise on their faces, obviously Ye Changsheng was not the only one who had cultivated the aura of Haoran.

Suddenly, Ye Changsheng felt something, and Ye Changsheng looked towards the high platform.

But when he saw Xiao Wenzong Wenxuan, he looked at him with a smile, and his thin lips moved slightly.

Immediately, a voice came into Ye Changsheng's ears: "Ye Changsheng, I wish you to cultivate your sword courage and Wenxin as soon as possible." ”

Sword gall and heart?

Is this the core of the belief of Confucian disciples, or is it just for me?

Ye Changsheng didn't know anything about this, but he still bowed respectfully towards the high platform.

What he sees and hears today is beyond his cognition, and the breadth and depth of Confucianism is deeply moving.

In the depths of Ye Changsheng's heart, he only felt excited, and he was also high-spirited.

It is precisely because of this that he left a seed of Haoran Qi in his heart.

Everyone in the world is pedantic and rigid, useless, and at the moment, it is probably those Confucian disciples who practice the scriptures, not the heart.

Cultivating the scriptures means that the heart has a dwelling, that is, the appearance, that is, looking at the turbid water, and that is, dwelling in its glory.

If it is a cultivation of the mind, its essence is actually no different from the Taoism and Buddhism.

The sky finally returned to calm, and the entire Temple of Literature, especially the Dacheng Hall, gave people the illusion of a greater grandeur.

The vice president of Wenshan Academy looked in the direction of Dacheng Hall, stroked his white beard, and said with relief: "The literary spirit has been completed, and it is just around the corner!"

Many officials and magnates were excited and paid tribute to the vice president.

In the past, they had also observed the ceremony of the Temple of Literature and even the sacrificial ceremony of the academy, but in the end they were just outsiders, and they did not have such a perception as they do today.

Probably it is this side of the water and soil that nurtures them, which makes it easier for them to resonate.

Xiao Wenzong stepped off the high platform, and the students and everyone were still reluctant to leave, silently reciting the classics in their hearts, trying to gain more understanding from the shock and touch in their hearts.

Peng Zifang and several academic and political officials from Jiufeng Province walked over and smiled bitterly at Ye Changsheng: "Uncle Sanchuan, after this incident, I am afraid that the Confucian Temple of the Province will also be compared!"

Ye Changsheng smiled back: "If there are suitable children in the families of several adults, they can also send them, the first batch of students recruited is actually 1,500 people." ”

Peng Zifang couldn't help but have bright eyes, and they all smiled and nodded.

The Sanchuan Alliance finally had a little conscience, and left them two hundred places, a little less, but it was better than none at all.

Eighty percent of the first batch of students recruited were the children of local officials and powerful families, and the other two percent were left to the common people.

How can there be true fairness in this world?

Everyone, including Ye Changsheng, knew this, and they could only acquiesce to this arrangement.

Fortunately, this ceremony, everyone is happy, and the momentum of the Sanchuan Confucian Temple has been created, and it will only get better and better in the future.

As for the matter of seeking benefits for himself through the Temple of Literature and the Academy Palace, Ye Changsheng didn't have the time to think about it, it would be a matter of course, if he did it deliberately, it would only defile the little bit of grandeur in his chest.

Three days later, everyone bid farewell to the guests of Wenshan Academy, and Ye Changsheng went to visit Xiaowenzong Wenxuan again.

Xiao Wenzong naturally lives in the Temple of Literature, in a quiet courtyard on the side of the palace.

In the elegant living room, green smoke curls, a child in white plays the guqin, and in front of the wooden table in front of him, Wen Xuan is wearing a green shirt and sitting cross-legged.

Seeing Ye Changsheng walk in, Wen Xuan smiled faintly and put down the book in his hand.

Ye Changsheng's afterglow flickered, and the look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Wenzong was looking at a book of current Zhiwei, and Changsheng had seen it from Ye Xiangnan, so he had an impression.

Unexpectedly, this little Wenzong's involvement is really extensive.

Kneeling opposite Wen Xuan, Ye Changsheng bowed down and said, "Dare to ask Sword Courage?"

Wen Xuan flipped his wrist, and there was already an ancient long sword in his hand, and said with a smile: "The scribe's sword cast in the Sword Hall is really good, if the heart is high, the sword will be high." ”

Wen Xuan's fingers flicked, and the blade of the sword let out a dragon-like trembling sound, curling endlessly.

A high-spirited and mighty aura swept past Ye Changsheng's body in an instant.

Ye Changsheng realized something, and bowed down again: "Dare to ask Wen Xin?"

Wen Xuan smiled faintly: "There are thousands of avenues, dredge and return together, Wenxin is not a Taoist heart, how is it not a Zen heart, there is no need to be entangled in this." ”

Ye Changsheng suddenly bowed again: "What about the Demon Heart?"