Xiao Gongzi successfully passed the second pavilion of the third mountain, and after arriving at the third pavilion, he found that the word self was written on the plaque.

There are no questions in the cabinet. There are no hints or bluestone slab questions, and some are just a door.

"What the hell is this exam?" Xiao Yuan was suspicious in his heart, and seeing that there were no other items in this pavilion, he leaned into the tower and entered the door.

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"Xiao Yuan, Xiao Yuan?"

Xiao Yuan slowly opened his heavy eyes, and the scene in front of him slowly became clear from blur.

"Xiao Yuan, are you awake?" A nurse holds the report and registers.

"Aren't I climbing the Three Mountains?" Xiao Yuan rubbed his eyes, pinched himself, made sure that this was not a dream, and said, "Is it a dream?" But I remember that I was beaten to death. ”

"Hello Mr. Xiao Yuan, you were in a coma in our hospital room for three months before you woke up because you were shot in the head. Please register, I will report it tomorrow. ”

"Good. Xiao Yuan hugged his fists, and Wan Er found that this was no longer the dream, so he put his fists away again.

Because he was in a coma for a long time, his body functions were almost recovered. It's just that he wasn't conscious enough, and after dealing with all kinds of documents, Xiao Yuan left the ward.

Looking at the bustling city, people come and go, and the traffic is busy. Xiao Yuan sighed, walked home slowly, and said as he walked, "It's good to be alive." ”

It's as if nothing has changed. The world is still moving, and yes, the world doesn't stop because of someone's change and death. Xiao Yuan thought in his heart.

Ten years have passed, Xiao Yuan is in the prime of life, he has already married a wife and had children, and he has no ambitions. He still holds the title of the world's first person. It maintains close ties with many international organizations and scientific research organizations. But his job is to teach. In the past ten years, images of that dream have constantly surfaced in Xiao Yuan's mind.

Twenty years. Xiao Yuan wrote lightly under the notebook: "As the years pass, a wisp of clear spring flows out, and a burst of fragrance flows; the annual rings of the tooth moon leave only a pale face, waiting helplessly; remembering the quicksand, no one can see his figure, no one can hear his footsteps, everything is going on in the passing, and it explodes in the passing." ”

Thirty years. remembered: "Time passes inadvertently, open the old notes, and the words are full of deep artistic conception. It seems to have returned to the ups and downs that I have experienced, and the old memories are still the same, but there is a little less melancholy, a little more prosperity, and a little more vicissitudes. ”

Forty years. Tremblingly wrote: "Yesterday is yesterday, yesterday is so good! Yesterday has passed, and today is frustrated. But the world regrets yesterday, but does not realize that today has passed again. The water goes and flows day by day, the flowers set day by day, and the success is in today's day, and Mo Tu Ming regrets the present dynasty. ”

Fifty years. The machine read Xiao Yuan's brainwaves, and typed word by word on the computer: "People always can't help the years, can't help the wind and rain, and can't help but check and read again and again." Looking at the people around him, he was still in his prime, but he was already in ashes in a blink of an eye. Thinking about the day I would live to that day brought tears to my eyes. ”

Sixty years, things and people have changed, but the dream in Xiao Yuan's mind has not changed with the passage of time, and it is still clearly left in his memory.

Seventy years, Xiao Yuan sent the white-haired man to the black-haired man, Jing Teng died, Xiao Yuan sent a bouquet of white plum blossoms to the cemetery, and sighed softly: "A lifetime, just like this?"

Eighty years, Xiao Yuan is ninety-eight years old, and he said in his heart: Throughout the ages, many people regret it. Time is fleeting, so he sighed and said: "Time is like an arrow urging people to grow old, and the sun and moon are like a young man." Indeed, the speed at which time passes is incalculable and indescribable.

Ninety years, the sea of mulberry fields, things change, machines have long replaced people's jobs, this era, is the era of lazy people, because a lot of work is done by machines. Therefore, many people only rely on machines, and abandon their brain training and physical training and become sluggish.

For a hundred years, Xiao Yuan was lying on the hospital bed, his hair was already gray and thin, his eyes were blurred, and his face was already pale. At the last moment of his life, he muttered, "This is not a dream!"

Xiao Yuan, the first person in China's scientific research, died at the age of 118.

"Xiao Yuan, Xiao Yuan?"

"Huh?" Xiao Yuan slowly opened his heavy eyes, and the scene in front of him slowly became clear from blur.

"Xiao Yuan, are you awake?" A nurse holds the report and registers.

"Aren't I climbing the Three Mountains?" Xiao Yuan rubbed his eyes, pinched himself, made sure that this was not a dream, and said, "No, I'm already dead, I'm dead in this world, I remember that I died at the age of 118!

After Xiao Yuan dealt with all kinds of documents, he left the ward.

Back in the room, Xiao Yuan sat cross-legged and said, "There must be something in common between these two worlds. I just didn't find out!"

"It must be so!" Xiao Yuan's eyes lit up, recalling his own experience in this world in his previous life.

"I understand," Xiao Yuan silently analyzed several things in his experience: First, in the attic of the second mountain and three pavilions of Shushan, the word self was written. So the introduction to communicate these two worlds must be related to the self!

Second, what he cared about and wanted to do the most in his last life was to build a book mountain—a book mountain in China—to spread Chinese culture. So the solution must be here!

Third, when he was dying, he received an inexplicable letter with only two words written on it: spirit. Therefore, spreading the Chinese spirit is the way to solve the problem!

Thirty years later, high-rise buildings have risen from the ground, and mountains of books have been completed in all corners of the world and in every country.

Sixty years later, there is a trend in the world that no one knows Chinese, and no one knows Chinese characters.

When the last corner of the world was already full of books and Confucian scriptures, the whole world was suddenly turned upside down. Xiao Yuan's consciousness became chaotic and dark, as if it had gone through countless centuries before returning to the four continents.

Xiao Yuan thought as he went up the mountain.

He walked very slowly, his feet trembled, and from the time he lifted his feet to the time he stepped on the next step, others could go up more than ten steps, and his body seemed to have not adapted to the world.

His eyes were very chaotic at first, as if there were countless flashes of light, and after a while they became blurred, as if covered with a layer of mist, and finally the fog dissipated, and his eyes gradually cleared.

"From the time I entered the Three Mountains and Two Pavilions, everything that followed was just an illusion, and the so-called examination force was fake. Before the Three Mountains and Two Pavilions, the test was 'talent' and 'wisdom', but the test of the Three Mountains and Two Pavilions was 'heart'. ”

"If you go up further, you have to look at the heart, and you need a human heart. If not, he will never be able to cross the Three Mountains, and he will never be able to get Wenxin! Shushan will not give him such an important thing. ”

"These three mountains and two pavilions seem to be an illusion formed by the power of Shushan, but after I sacrificed my life to save the Zhong Ying School, I just completed a complete test, which should have ended, but not only did it not end, but I had a more incredible experience. ”

"When I was in the illusion, I completely forgot the heart of Wenqu. I really thought I had experienced those things, and I only found out at the end of my life. Looking back now, there are many aspects of my memory that are very vague, those memories should be fake, not at all, it was Shushan who made me mistakenly think that I had that kind of experience. However, my experience of practicing calligraphy, writing scriptures and righteous theories, and reading the holy scriptures is also very clear. ”

"In a rough estimate, I remember the time clearly. For nearly ten years, this is fundamentally different from those vague memories! I can still recall the scriptures and theories I wrote! I still remember the process of studying the scriptures and theories on the earth, and I have done a lot of strategies and theories! And those works I created are still vivid. This can't be fake!"

Xiao Yuan was stunned in place, and then found that his talent had risen to nine inches! The Wen Palace was also extremely stable, and the Wen Gong had undergone a qualitative change!

The starlight of all the stars in the Wengong starry sky no longer shines on his talent, but on the gall.

This means that it won't be long before the strength of the boldness increases. Reaching the first level is as tough as grass and trees, and Chen Zhiming, a half-saint disciple, is only as tough as grass and trees.

"This can't be caused by the power of illusion! Could it be that this mountain of books actually has the power to manipulate time, or to bring me to the legendary long river of history? The "Spring and Autumn Period" written by Confucius himself is actually a historian who records history according to time. The word spring and autumn can actually be understood as years, time, and years. ”

Xiao Yuan's heart fluctuated.

"It is equivalent to giving people an hour of knowledge that would normally take a year, and those painful experiences are a precious asset to me. Since it is an illusion, I have learned a lot about the theory and the meaning of the scriptures. ”

Xiao Yuan was stunned for a moment. Suddenly bent down towards the mountain, and his heart was filled with endless gratitude.

Xiao Yuan has gone all the way, and there is not enough time and training.

"My biggest shortcoming has been made up in the second pavilion of the three mountains. ”

Xiao Yuan's eyes had more perseverance that he had never had before.

As he walked up the mountain, a light that penetrated the sky and the earth descended, and he saw the mountain of books appearing......