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Wu Sheng is weak, the martial arts are in the world, and the martial saints must be curbed and deposed from the Academy. This domineering approach, not to mention the literati who have been affected by the disaster, even ordinary people will feel extremely domineering.

However, the Martial Saint ordered, who would dare to disobey? Even if the Han Shi of the world was angry, he could only be forced to accept it, and he dared not speak out if he dared to be angry.

It can be said that the decline of Wendao and the hopeless rise of the poor are not because the poor people in the world are not working hard. It's this piece of heaven and earth, the absolute powerhouse of this heaven and earth doesn't want the cold door to rise, it's not allowed by the times!

"The old dean of the Heavenly Martial Arts Academy actually went so far. ”

"It's disgusting!"

After knowing all this, Bu Wuwu had to reprimand the culprit who caused all this, the old dean of Tianwu Academy.

"Little brother, the matter has come to this, and we scribes can only endure it. ”

"But I believe that all the heroes in the world will rise. In the future, there will definitely be a literary saint who will correct this unjust world!"

Ru Qingfeng was worried that it would affect Bu Wu's Dao Heart, so he hurriedly added.

"Brother Qingfeng doesn't have to worry about Bu, Bu has suffered fifteen years of cold ridicule and has never given up the road of literature and Taoism, how can he give up so easily?"

"Bu is just unwilling, I waited for the heavenly people to be cold, and by an order from the martial saint, we suffered this disaster of annihilation. ”

Bu Dongwu could hear that Ru Qingfeng was giving him confidence, and said that he would never give up the path of Xi Wen, but only expressed the anger in his heart.

"The little brother can have such determination, and Ru is also pleased. ”

Seeing Bu Wuwu nodding frequently, vowing not to give up the road of learning literature, Ru Qingfeng was overjoyed.

Then he said, "Let's go into the house, the old master's house should be in the wooden house." ”

"The predecessor of Confucius is in this thatched hut?"

Follow Ru Qingfeng to a wooden house, which is an ordinary small grass house, built with aloe vera straw poles, very simple and simple.

Bu Dongwu stood in front of the wooden house, and his whole body did not look sideways because of the simple thatched house, but quickly tidied up his clothes, dressed neatly, and showed a sense of apprenticeship.

Because Ru Qingfeng said just now that the owner of this thatched hut was the old dean of the Astronomical Academy, the only Wendao cultivator in the Wenhuang Realm in the Southeast Empire.

Literati should pay attention to etiquette and not mess with morality.

In front of the wooden door, I saw Bu Dongwu slightly straighten his sleeves, half-bent down, and said respectfully: "The younger generation Bu Dongwu meets the predecessors of the Confucian master!"

Quiet......

Bu Dongwu spoke respectfully, leaned over, and met the old dean of the wooden house.

However, the voice had already been heard, and he entered the house through the wooden door, but he did not hear a response for several minutes.

"Isn't the old dean in the house?" After not responding for a long time, Bu Dongwu looked at Ru Qingfeng with a puzzled face.

"No, Master has been in retreat lately and has never left the cabin, so it is impossible not to be there. ”

Seeing that there was no response, Ru Qingfeng couldn't help but be stunned.

He spoke: "Master, Qingfeng is back, and he has brought back the grandson of the old Bu senior. ”

As Ru Qingfeng spoke, he gently pushed the crack of the door to make sure that the old dean was among them.

"The old dean is in the house!"

The wooden door gently pushed open a gap, and Bu Dongwu's eyes suddenly lit up, just in time to see an old man sitting in front of a wooden table.

At a glance, there was nothing special about the old man. His hair was as white as snow, he was dressed in coarse linen clothes, and he had a long bunch of snowflake mustaches, but he couldn't feel the breath of a strong man.

If it weren't for Ru Qingfeng saying that this old man was the old dean of the Astronomy Academy, I am afraid that Bu Wuwu would definitely recognize him as an ordinary old man.

"Why does the old dean sit still?"

After confirming that the old dean was in the house, Bu Wuwu was naturally happy. Soon he had doubts again, the wooden door had been pushed open, but the old dean did not seem to notice them, and still sat quietly at the table.

The eyes that sank into the depths of their sockets did not look at the two of them, but quietly looked at the wooden table in front of them. And the slightly wrinkled forehead is visibly wrinkled, falling into deep thought.

There is an ancient piece of paper on the wooden table, and there is an inkstone next to it, riding black ink.

However, when Bu Wuwu's gaze fell on the wooden table, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his mouth opened slightly, as if he had seen an extremely incredible scene.

Bu Dongwu exclaimed softly, looking incredulous. On the wooden table, in addition to paper and inkstone, there is also a brush.

It's just that this brush is not placed flat on the wooden table, nor is it held in the old dean's hand, but is suspended in the air.

The brush is half a foot long, stained with black ink, and floats straight above the white paper. And it's not a ban, it's a light gesture, dropping a line of ancient words.

"Divine Mind Control Pen!"

At the scene in front of him, Bu Wuwu couldn't help but be shocked and let out a soft exclamation.

"I actually saw the Divine Mind Control with my own eyes!"

Bu Wuwu exclaimed, and his heart was shocked for a long time and could not be calm.

At the beginning of the opening of heaven and earth, there are yin and yang, three thousand avenues, and ten thousand kinds of Taoism. And there is also a difference between martial arts and literature.

Martial arts temper the body, gather spiritual energy in the dantian, open up internal organs, and pursue the strength of the body. On the contrary, Wen Dao is to open up the spiritual sea and pursue the power of divine control.

Ancient books record that the sage Confucius traveled around the world, and when he encountered demons on the road, he was not shocked and killed by illegal weapons, but recited a poem and read a word, and he could repel the demons from all directions.

It is rumored that above the saints, with just one thought, he can turn the vicissitudes of life into a sea and kill thousands of demons and immortals with one thought.

This is the physical strength of the literati, which is different from the martial arts, but the control of their own spiritual sea, and the strongest point of the literati.

It's just that if this spiritual sea wants to open up, it is thousands of times more difficult than the awakening of talent. It is said that among the 100,000 scribes, it is difficult for one to succeed in opening it. And at the very least, you must reach the realm of King Wen to open up.

"Huh, why doesn't the brush move?"

was extremely shocked and admired the strength of the old dean, but Bu Wuwu unexpectedly found that the brush suspended in the air suddenly stopped and did not continue to write.

"The old dean is using his gods to write poems!"

Following Ru Qingfeng to enter, Bu Dongwu found that the old dean was sitting quietly like this, and it turned out that he was writing poetry.

You can see that on the white paper, the ancient poem has been formed. The title of the poem "Cold Gate" is a pen for Confucius.

Verse:

On cold nights, guests come to tea as wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling red.

The old rut in front of the door has been flat for a long time, and there is no reason to regain the news of you.

If you don't love the true recipe of the fairy family, I wish you the blessings of Qianli from all over the world.

When will the west wind (east wind) come, just wait for the hundred schools (Confucianism and Taoism) to go down.

"It's still a hidden-head poem!"

Seeing the content of the poem, Bu Wuwu had to admire, this was still a hidden poem.

The first word of the four poems is 'unyielding'!

"Is the old dean also angry about the disaster that befell the Astronomy Academy?"

Through the poems, Bu Dongwu can feel the old dean, and the grievances against the cold family contained in this poem are being unjust for the cold people in the world.

"But why hasn't the last sentence been decided?"

At the same time, Bu Wuwu also understood why the brush suspended in the air suddenly stopped. It turns out that it is hovering in front of two words in the last sentence of this poem.

"When will the west wind (east wind) come, just wait for the hundred schools (Confucianism and Taoism) to go down. ”

"Is the old dean hesitating to choose the west wind or the east wind, the choice between the hundred schools and Confucianism and Taoism?"

The brush was stained with black ink, and the hesitation in these two places caused the old dean to fall into such contemplation.

"The west wind means the autumn wind, it is the meaning of falling leaves, the east wind means the spring breeze, the spring breeze is ten miles, and all souls compete together. ”

"Now it's the sole martial arts and the dethronement of the other three thousand daos. If a hundred schools of thought come out together, the forces will definitely be scattered and it will be difficult to resist. It is better to unify a hundred schools of thought for the time being and respect Confucianism alone, so as to change the current unfair situation. ”

Seeing that the brush was slow to put down, Bu Wuwu relied on his literary attainments to whisper his opinions.

However, it was unexpected, after he said his opinion.

The brush that was originally hovering in the air suddenly moved, and then erased the words 'west wind' and 'hundred schools'.

After a while, a complete ancient poem was presented in front of Bu Wuwu.

"Cold Door"

On cold nights, guests come to tea as wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling red.

The old rut in front of the door has been flat for a long time, and there is no reason to regain the news of you.

If you don't love the true recipe of the fairy family, I wish you the blessings of Qianli from all over the world.

When will the east wind come, just wait for Confucianism and Taoism to go down.

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