The way of heaven is still left.

The left is the heaven for the text, the right is the earth for the martial arts, the moral erudition of the heaven and the latitude of the earth, and the threat of the enemy Deke is called the chaos of the martial arts.

The emperor who has come since ancient times can be respected by future generations as the emperor of the above name, and he can wake up with a smile while lying in the mausoleum, which is not worthy of the emperor's life.

After Zhu Di ascended to the throne of the emperor, he thought that he would defend the territory and expand the territory, and the battlefield would be spanning for decades, and it would be more than enough for the dragon to be crowned Emperor Wu after returning to the sky, and Emperor Wen above Emperor Wu couldn't help but have an idea.

This thought began to cause headaches.

At the beginning, regardless of the old monk's obstruction, he killed Fang Xiaoru, and punished his nine clans, this Fang Xiaoru is a Confucian seed, the leader of Wenchen Qingliu, and there are many protégés and former officials, all of whom are reluctant to go out in the Yongle Dynasty, which really angered the Yongle Emperor.

It's coercion again, it's temptation, it's all cold and white-eyed, how can it be reasonable, you don't listen to good words, since that's the case, then let's see if it's your scholar's hard neck, or the knife in my hand is fast, and rows of heads fall to the ground.

Up to the high queen mother, down to the great-great-grandson, for the nine clans, plus a group of protégés and old friends, for ten, ten clans. More than 1,000 heads fell to the ground, and more than 10,000 exiles were unprecedented, cutting off the ancient context, and the future troubles were endless.

If you think about it carefully, let alone Emperor Wen, it seems that Emperor Wu is also delusional, if he is not careful, he may be called evil, arrogant and ugly, killing innocents, and abusing the people against the sky.

There were extremely sinful swords floating in front of him, Rao is Zhu Di has been on the battlefield for a long time, and he couldn't help but tremble with his hands, and turned to the old monk who closed his eyes and recuperated for advice.

"Repair the book. ”

The old monk threw down two words and continued to close his eyes and meditate.

Emperor Yongle, who was treated indifferently, did not get angry at all, his mind suddenly opened, and his eyebrows were overjoyed.

"Yes, repair the book. ”

There will be changes in dynasties, but the article is an eternal thing, and there are literati who guard the moral rules of heaven and earth, but there are literati who only want to be famous in the history of the Qing Dynasty.

Zhu Di looked up to the sky and laughed, since I have offended a group of literati, I can also gather another batch of books by repairing books, I want to repair a magnificent book that shocks the ancient and modern, and with this book, I can gather and cultivate the cultural context.

The edict collects the world's collection of books, the old monk you serve as the supervisor, Xie Jin presides over the compilation, and the rest edits, revisions, recordings, paintings, and circles more than 2,800 people, which lasted four years and finally became the "Yongle Canon".

Bringing together the subset of scriptures and history, astronomy and geography, yin and yang medicine, monk and Taoist skills, and ancient treasures are all in the "Yongle Canon", highlighting the national prestige of the Ming Dynasty and benefiting all generations of China.

"Yongle Ceremony" was completed and stored high in the Wenyuan Pavilion, Zhu Di no longer worried about evil words, and all his thoughts were on opening up the land and expanding the territory.

The sky is clear and clear, the crescent moon is as slender as an eyebrow, shining on the river, cold and sparkling, sharp as a knife.

At the head of the red cliff bank, the fishing fire in the middle of the river has been extinguished, and Tie Lingshuang, who was sitting on the bow of the boat, woke up from the chaos in his mind and looked back at the end of the path.

Tie Lingshuang knew that although Zhong Lijiu was the commander of the Hidden Guard, he was already a rude warrior, but he wanted to be a vassal and elegant. In his spare time, Zhang Tie, who always sent his dog-legged man, returned to the study from time to time with a book from the palace, which was the book recorded in the "Yongle Canon".

While drinking, while reading books, drinking where the pen is written, the pen is cold, and the poems and essays written are often not plain, messy, and a waste of paper.

Tie Lingshuang, who was with Xiaoya to sort out the news of the hidden guard, naturally would not let go of the opportunity to be sarcastic, Zhong Lijiu was most likely laughing, and after the practice, Tie Lingshuang naturally felt that the stone on his shoulders was much heavier, and he scolded angrily in his heart.

Tonight in the tavern, I just listened to a few words from this storyteller who tampered with the nonsense of falsifying history books, and chased others to ask for books to read, which was really disappointing.

At the end of the alley, Zhong Lijiu walked out slowly, carrying a small bag in his left hand and his right hand on the hilt of the sword, while walking, he lowered his head and thought, nodding lightly from time to time.

All the way to the shore, seeing Tie Lingshuang staring at him with a cold face, Zhong Lijiu raised his hand to say hello, naturally in exchange for the back of his head, toe lightly, swept to the boat, walked to the low table on the side of the boat and sat down, opened the small bag, it turned out to be a pair of four treasures of the study.

There was a slight sound from the hatch of the ship, Zhang Tie stepped forward, and Zhong Lijiu commanded,

"You don't have to keep it, you go below, the cultivation of the Dizang Sutra is very risky, you go and watch, let Rouge not disturb him. ”

Zhang Tie nodded, returned to the cabin, and acted as a guard for Qi Chen, who was sitting with his eyes closed.

"If you don't enter the bottom of the official history, you will be regarded as a treasure, and you will have to look at it with a cheeky skin. ”

The ship was dim, Zhong Lijiu didn't need candlelight, just in the cold moonlight, he opened the ink, picked up the pen and was about to write, waiting for a long time for the cold sarcasm to come.

With a slight pause in his wrist, he reached out and stroked the white paper raised in the wind, looking at the two points in the phoenix's eyes like frost and cold stars, Zhong Lijiu nodded,

"If he doesn't agree, I'm ready to follow him secretly and be a gentleman on the beam once. ”

Scholarly family, father Tie Xuan is also a leading figure among the talented people in Jinan Mansion, although Tie Lingshuang as a daughter was stubborn in her childhood, she did read a lot of books, martial arts can't be compared, the truth can't be lost, Tie Lingshuang looked disdainful, stood up, put up his hands, quite a father's style,

"In the Battle of Chibi, Zhou Yu defeated Cao Cao and blocked his imperial cause, according to the old man, this should have been Zhou Yu's credit, but it was all on the head of Zhuge Liang, who was just out of the house. The person who writes the book transfers flowers and trees, tampering with the history books, you have to be a gentleman on the beam, and he can be regarded as a gathering of likes. ”

The writing is extremely fast, and between breaths, half a piece of paper has been written, and the slender tip of the pen is outlined, and the hairpins are small characters, the size of mosquitoes, arranged neatly, Zhong Lijiu paused slightly, licked the ink with the tip of the pen, and said softly,

"The official history is the official history, just like the rules, it has its own style and bones, the wild history is the wild history, jumping out of the barrier, there is no other world. ”

After saying that, he turned his head to look at Tie Lingshuang, and Tie Lingshuang smiled contemptuously,

"Historians narrate history, do not mix feelings, do not make inferences, that is, beware of their own opinions slightly biased, refute the mistakes of later generations. These rural books are mostly vain and frivolous to attract readers, and they are more wanton speculation, and there is no lack of prodigal words, so they are called wild history and do not enter the stream. ”

Sure enough, it is worthy of the name of the sharp teeth and sharp mouth in the past, thinking that it is not the first time that the two of them have argued, Zhong Lijiu kept writing with interest, and after a short time, he finished writing one, gently dried the ink, put it aside, looked at Tie Lingshuang, who looked up at the moon and despised the world, smiled dumbly, and kept writing in his hand,

"In the pre-Qin period, a hundred schools of thought contended, Confucianism, Zonghengjia, Taoism, military legalists, etc., each with its own writings, different opinions, and different schools. This book is far-reaching, the style and writing are excellent, just a little change in the details, expounding unique opinions, you will not enter the stream evaluation, in my opinion, such books in later generations should gradually be divided into genres, you now evaluate as not into the stream, not only biased, but also narrow. ”

Holding the long knife, Tie Lingshuang took a step forward, the boat shook, and the voice raised,

"The genre is a different opinion, looking horizontally at the side of the ridge into a peak, you say it is a ridge, I say it is a peak, it is not a misinterpretation, but the battle of Chibi that the old master said, should be tampered with, not only does not enter the stream, but also should be banned, if this is a refutation, you have a problem in your brain. ”

Zhong Lijiu smiled lightly, didn't look up, stretched out his hand and pointed to the river under the boat,

"A hundred rivers converge to form a river, and the river flows into the sea, and the sea is wide and does not know the end. This Yangtze River is crystal clear, there is a yellow dragon next door, turbid, can the sea distinguish which one is clear and which one is turbid?"

The Yellow Dragon next door, the natural Yellow River, Tie Lingshuang lowered his head and thought for a while, Zhong Lijiu naturally would not let go of this opportunity, and then said,

"Whether it is a subset of scriptures and histories, or the books that do not enter your mouth, we all summarize it with Wenzong, Wenzong is like a sea, the sea is inclusive, if only one family is allowed, the rest are biased, isn't this narrow-minded?"

Tie Lingshuang had a cold face, and when he heard this, he immediately counterattacked,

"According to what you said, how can you suppress the hundred schools of thought and respect Confucianism. ”

Looking up and smiling, Zhong Lijiu looked at Tie Lingshuang,

"Hundreds of schools of thought contend, all because of the pre-Qin period of the Central Plains several countries together, a wall apart, there are a variety of speeches, to the world to Qin, all things are unified, the book is the same text, the car is the same track, the scale, the casting of copper coins, the rest is a unified thought, but unfortunately the first emperor was brutal, burned the words of a hundred schools, and killed Confucian scholars. ”

Zhong Lijiu tapped the table and said lightly,

"Unifying the mind is not to burn and kill all those conflicting ideas, but to find an idea that can tolerate the people of the world, emperors, generals, street vendors, and begging people, all of whom can be compatible and recognized, so that later generations will respect Confucianism. ”

"Legalism is too strict, the military is suitable for chaos, Taoism is lazy, and the Mohists who compete with Confucianism for the world are because they can't tolerate it, and they finally fail miserably. ”

"Confucianism advocates benevolent government, and the benevolent person must be able to accommodate other people's thoughts, so it can be respected for more than a thousand years. ”

Gagged by his own words, Tie Lingshuang was upset, snorted coldly, walked to the bow of the boat and sat down, quietly breathing, thinking that the flag had stopped, Zhong Lijiu also concentrated on writing and no longer bothered.

Born in heaven and earth, the body of a true dragon, Zhong Lijiu has the ability to never forget, this Luo Guanzhong has written a lot, writing about the Sui and Tang Dynasties, writing about the Great Song Dynasty, and also writing about the Three Kingdoms, which can really be called a character of the same body, but unfortunately now it is only a little famous in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang generations, and I don't know how future generations will evaluate it.

In the small thatched hut, the old wine quickly flipped through it, many books and texts have been remembered in the heart, but unfortunately there is too little paper, what is written in the hand is "The Popular Romance of the Three Kingdoms", this book is outstanding, I think it is the masterpiece, and the other books can only wait until Yunnan, and then transcribe them in their leisure time.

The night is cold and long, it has entered August, and the crescent moon in the sky turns into a round jade plate, which is August 15, when it is the time of the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion.

On the small boat, one person closed his eyes to recuperate, and one person continued to write, until the moon was in the middle of the sky, Zhong Lijiu put down the thin pen in his hand, looked at the thick stack of papers on the table, and smiled with satisfaction.

Pull out a piece of white paper, the brush licks the ink, stroke by stroke, peaceful and positive, mellow and transparent, two official characters "Three Kingdoms", put down the brush in his hand, full of ambition, and sigh of admiration.

Stretching out his hand and waving, a hemp grass on the bank of the river flew into his hand, the fingertips cut lightly, and the slender twine was peeled off, and then in the heat surge, the twine was slightly twisted, and in a short time, a tough hemp rope had been done.

Sewing clothes and shoes, quite skillfully using hemp rope to gently string the side of the paper, when a hemp rope is used up, just to do this "Three Kingdoms" well, Zhong Lijiu patted the newly made book in his hand, and couldn't help sighing,

"If there is no heavenly immortal one day, it is also excellent to be a storyteller in this teahouse and wine shop. ”

Before he finished speaking, he saw Tie Lingshuang's body not moving, turning his head, the standard eagle looked at the wolf, not the ruthless wolf eyes, just a pair of slender phoenix eyes, staring at him coldly.

Lost his words proudly, Zhongli Jiu laughed,

"I'm sorry, I forgot to escape under the knife of the Iron Girl. ”

"You can escape, you can tell a story, the last knife, you can't dodge after all. ”

The difference between the current realm of the two is like mud, so naturally there is no need to hide, Zhong Lijiu stood up and patted the Three Kingdoms in his hand,

"A knife is a knife, please use a quick knife when the time comes, and I will scold it painfully. ”

Tie Lingshuang turned his head hatefully, rubbing the long knife on his waist, he couldn't see the evil dragon with the true solution of the golden wing, he couldn't pull out the long knife, thinking that if he went further, he would be able to pull out the long knife in his hand, and even if it was the Vientiane Realm, he would be able to fight.

If you go further, you will be able to teach the same thing behind you, and then not only will you hate your family, but also the scars on your face and the internal breath that will be abolished.

I have just pondered for a long time, and I probably figured out that I have fallen into a trap today, and from the first sentence, I have already entered the pit, and at this time, I was aroused again, Tie Lingshuang raised her eyebrows, turned around and asked coldly,

"So, what you want to talk to me about today with this broken book is to respect Confucianism?"

was cleaning the inkstone brush in the river water, and when he heard the question behind him, Zhong Lijiu smiled lightly, placed the pen and inkstone neatly on the table, sat down, nodded, and asked,

"How long did it take for you to calm down your blood and qi after you came out of the river today?"

Turning to cultivation, Tie Lingshuang lowered his eyebrows and pondered, with a double hammer tied to his waist, and two iron cables ten zhang long tied to his feet, and two iron oxen hanging at the end of the iron cables, each weighing a thousand catties.

Today, from the beginning of the red sun to the sun, I have been wandering in the water for six hours, and I have come up to eat until now, and I have been pranayama for about three hours before I gradually calmed down.

"Carrying heavy objects, walking in the water, not resting for a moment, a little relaxation, will be pulled into the bottom of the water by the iron bull, this kind of cultivation is to let you constantly touch the limit of the body, if it is an ordinary person Haoran Realm, even if there is internal breath, you can't bear it, on the first day, you probably have drowned. ”

"You can hold out for five days, which is beyond my expectations, but it is not enough, your strength needs to be reached, even if you push a small boat, carry a double hammer, and gently swing your feet, you can bring the iron ox at the end of the chain to float to the water, and at this point, the cultivation of strength can be stopped, which is also the limit of your body now. ”

Zhong Lijiu sighed and said lightly,

"At this point, the real problem comes, you practice for half a day, but the rest of the day can't calm down your qi and blood, the whole person is always in a state of excitement, Kanglong has regrets, and the profit cannot last long. At that time, pranayama can no longer calm the qi and blood, and even with your recovery speed, it will not be able to stop the depletion of your body. This is the test at the end of the limit. ”

Since it is a test and not a death, there must be a way to crack it, and he was not frightened by alarmism, Tie Lingshuang pursed his lips, stretched out his long knife, and knocked on the deck,

"What does this have to do with Confucianism?"

Seeing that Zhong Lijiu coughed lightly twice, just as he looked like he was about to make a tirade, Tie Lingshuang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows,

"Don't talk nonsense, get straight to the point. ”

"Hahaha. ”

Zhong Lijiu put down the Three Kingdoms in his hand, knocked lightly on the table, and said solemnly,

"The country is big, there are hundreds of books, there are tens of thousands of truths, Confucianism is inclusive and unified, controls all ways, and becomes the head of Wenzong. We cultivators belong to the Martial Sect, and the upper echelons of the Martial Sect also need a realm perception to dominate the chaotic mind and control the mad force. ”

"From ancient times to the present, any line of exercises that have been passed down to the top, it is a double cultivation of life, and the heart is sex. ”

"Daomen Haoran realm, you need to be happy, and go to Vientiane. Buddhism cultivates appearance, Arhat rhymes, Bodhisattvas cultivate the mind, and the Buddha sees God. The true understanding of our vein, after the bull and tiger, will encounter the first pass, which is called force destruction, and it also needs to be broken with the heart, and then controlled. ”

"You are full of hatred, not only is it useless, but it will pull you to be upset and deviate from the Tao. ”

Tie Lingshuang stood up, turned his back to the crescent moon, held the long knife tightly, his face was gloomy, his eyes narrowed, staring at Zhong Lijiu, and said word by word,

"You want me to let go of my hatred?"

Zhong Lijiu sneered, glanced obliquely at Tie Lingshuang, whose blood was gradually boiling, and said coldly,

"If anyone hurts my loved ones, I will repay them with the sword. ”

Hmph, Tie Lingshuang turned around, walked to the bow of the boat, breathed for a while, suppressed the blood in his chest, thinking that the person behind him was born in heaven and earth, how could he have any close relatives, he had to open his mouth to be sarcastic, and he didn't want the voice behind him,

"Though I was born in heaven and earth, and fell into the world, I have forty years. ”

When did this guy learn the kung fu of the old bald donkey? No wonder he never won a fight or a debate, Tie Lingshuang snorted coldly and asked lightly,

"And what do you mean?"

The two of them were not in high spirits, Zhong Lijiu stood up, carried the "Three Kingdoms" into the cabin, his lips moved slightly, gathered his breath into a line, and a deep voice came,

"Hatred can be the driving force, but it must not dominate the heart. You have to realize this for yourself. ”

"At the end of the force, you need a more powerful spiritual constraint, and if you can't get past the power to destroy this level, you won't be able to see the real dragon. At that time, even if you are lucky enough to survive, I don't bother to do it, so go to hell myself. ”