The entire venue gradually became dim, and it was completely dark after a while, but the venue was as dark as ink in broad daylight, which made the audience at the scene a little commotion, but now the term cultivator is very hot in Huaxia, and this ancient book conference is also in the name of Lin Xuan, so no one dares to do anything for a while, after all, there are a lot of people around.

In the few seconds when it was completely dark, Lin Xuan and the other cultivators were nervous, anyone who dared to make trouble during this period of time, whether it was an ordinary person or a cultivator, would be hit by a thunderbolt, no matter who he was, if he dared to make trouble at this time, it was clear that he wanted to work against Huaxia, which Huaxia could not tolerate.

However, this darkness was very short, and in this short darkness, no one made any trouble, at most, there were a few young people who screamed a few times, and Lin Xuan swept it away and ignored it.

Suddenly, a torch was lit on the central stage of the bird's nest, and then countless torches gradually spread out to the bird's nest in a scattered manner, and after a while, the audience found that they were also lit up with virtual torches around them, and the whole venue was lit up in an instant, and the burning flames illuminated the entire bird's nest.

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At this moment, in a hidden room in the Bird's Nest Stadium, two old men stared at the opening ceremony and the audience in the stadium, this room can be said to be the most hidden room in the entire Bird's Nest, even many people involved in the design and construction do not know the whole room, and even fewer can enter this room......

"Is there really no problem with that?" said the thinner old man with a light sigh.

"What's the problem?" said another old man calmly.

"Isn't it really dangerous?"

"Danger? Are you talking about these books?" the old man pointed to the mountain of ancient books in the field, which could be placed here, not only the hard work of hundreds of thousands of people for several months, but also the vigorous promotion of this old man.

"You should know what you're doing, the ...... who fought so much for this back then," the thin old man sighed.

The old man smiled lightly and said, "You say, since the Han Dynasty, why have there only been 100 to 200 years of Guozuo in all dynasties?"

The thin old man suddenly clenched his hand holding the chair, closed his eyes slightly, and said, "Ancestral Law ......"

"The dynasties and dynasties decided how long their national glory was at the beginning of their founding, and they naturally had their luck, but if we didn't even have the courage to change, how could we talk about reform, and if we didn't change the law of that year, China wouldn't be able to talk about reform, and we couldn't talk about opening up. ”

"Alas......" The thin old man sighed again, he clearly knew how much pressure his old partner was under, this pressure did not come from abroad, but from within, they were not afraid of external forces, and now Huaxia was not afraid of any external forces, but the pressure from within had indeed been pressing on his figure.

"Why did you choose this time, now we can't afford the internal pressure......

"It is at this time, it is a vigorous victory, not only to defeat the external forces, but also to deter those stubborn ...... It's time for literature to go back to its own path. The old man's eyes narrowed, and a spirit of dominating the world came into being.

"What now...... It's too late......" The thin old man looked at the advancing opening ceremony slightly, and his eyes gradually became firm: "But you also have to remember what the third child said." ”

"Do you play with fire and set yourself on fire? Our dragon group has a fire god, and fire can't hurt us. The old man said with a smile.

"You know, that's not what he was talking about. ”

"What's the fire...... I...... It could also be the god of fire!" The old man's eyes burst out with a terrifying glint of essence......

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Lin Xuan also stayed in the waiting room under the stage with a group of old-timers to watch the opening ceremony at the moment, these old-timers are all well-known figures in the Chinese literary circle, most of these people have retired at home, and few are still active outside, after all, they are old, and they only occasionally come out to give a lecture when they can't be warmly invited, but this time these old guys all ran over, and one or two were very polite to Lin Xuan, and their words showed gratitude...... This made Lin Xuan a little puzzled......

"Can't you figure it out, why are we old guys so grateful to you?" Principal Zhou asked with a smile.

"Ah...... Hmm......" Lin Xuan reacted and nodded and said: "Although these ancient books are brought back by us, they should not have reached the level where every predecessor is so grateful to me, after all, there are a lot of books lost in Huaxia in the past few thousand years, and it is good to be able to find them, but if they don't, they are not much different." ”

"Well, it's a good attitude to not be arrogant or impatient. Principal Zhou said with a smile: "But these books you got back are not useless, the historical and cultural value of these books is immeasurable, not only to make up for the lack of literature, but also to prove a lot of our own culture, you must know that many foreigners do not recognize the history of our Xia Dynasty, let alone before." Although the books you brought back this time did not directly record the documents of the Yellow Emperor period, there is still this period from the Yellow Emperor to the Xia Dynasty, which is a precious historical material...... Look at that old guy, he originally studied the history of the Song Dynasty, and then he became obsessed with the history of the mythical period, and he has been looking for it, and you have made him happy for many days......"

"Hehe......" Lin Xuan scratched his head with a smile.

"But that's not the main reason...... the smile on Principal Zhou's face gradually retracted and said, "Lin Xuan, you say, why is our Chinese literature declining now?"

"Hmm...... If it had been before, I would have said that it was influenced by Western culture...... However, after this period of observation, in fact, there are many times when Western culture entered China in our Chinese history, but Chinese culture has not been impacted, but has bloomed more gorgeous flowers, so I think I am afraid that this is not a direct reason, it can only be regarded as an influencing factor, after all, many modern literature is learning Western literature. Lin Xuan thought for a while and then said: "I think it has a lot to do with education, ancient students only need to learn Chinese culture, while modern children have to learn too much, and the knowledge is indeed broad, but it is mixed and not refined, resulting in distraction, and few masters are born......

"Well, what you said is one of the reasons, after all, there are many reasons for cultural decline, but there is one main reason......" Principal Zhou suddenly lowered his voice when he said this: "What do you think should be the relationship between literature and politics?"

Lin Xuan's eyebrows raised, and he set up a soundproof barrier around himself and Principal Zhou, Lin Xuan had never thought about this problem, or he hadn't forgotten to think about it at all, Lin Xuan's age was still young, and the level he had been exposed to was not enough, so Lin Xuan really didn't have any ideas for a while......