Zhu Ganglie said that he still had a book to read and was going to read in the library pavilion.

Behind the door of the White House, there is a huge screen at first, sprinkled with words and patterns, and the ancient meaning is dusty. This glyph was originally found on a stone excavated from an unknown place in the far north, and was regarded as a miracle by the locals.

San Yisheng traveled to the extreme north when he saw this stone by chance, although he didn't know what to say, but he instinctively felt that the words on this stone were mysterious and mysterious, and the trend between the strokes was very elegant and natural.

At the moment, he was curious, so he wrote down this handwriting, brought it back to Middle-earth, and ordered someone to make this screen, which was placed at the entrance of the White House, hoping that the talented and intelligent people in the Guozi Prison could understand some mysteries from this heavenly book, and even finally solve this mystery, but so far, no one has been able to understand anything from this heavenly book like San Yisheng.

Wang Yangming glanced at the book of heaven a few times, but he couldn't see the reason, San Yisheng walked forward, and he followed a few steps to keep up.

Behind the screen, an oval-shaped hall suddenly opened up in front of the three people, and the walls were hung with very expressive Danqing portraits in turn, and there was silence all around, Wang Yangming couldn't help but light his steps and walked forward, along the way, he looked at these portraits carefully, and his heart was slightly shocked.

I saw that under each portrait, there were depicted dots of intricate patterns, under which was engraved a person's name, and under which were written two dates, one behind which was written "Sheng", and the other behind was written the word "Fall" with deep strokes.

The portraits in the hall brought people a solemn sense of sacredness, Wang Yangming only felt an endless feeling of heaviness in his chest, and he was speechless for a while.

The voice of San Yisheng came from his ears, interrupting Wang Yangming's confusion, and he only listened to his introduction: "This hall is called the Sage Palace, and it is a place to worship and pay tribute to the sages of the past dynasties. Guozijian has existed in Middle-earth as early as the beginning of the establishment of the previous dynasty, the first dean Li Xiaoyao, the second dean Wang Xiaohu, the third dean Chonglou, the fourth dean Sedum, and the former dean Li Yiru, are all enshrined in this hall for our country's Zijian students to admire and admire. 13. You will see the wise and think, and I hope that one day you too will be hung in this temple. ”

Wang Yangming suddenly came back to his senses, and took several sips, angry and ruined: "Old man, why are you so unpleasant, master, I have a long life, and heaven and earth have the same life, so I won't hang up, let alone be hung here!"

San Yisheng laughed loudly, not blaming him for being rude. However, Su Mu saw that San Yisheng was actually very tolerant of his apprentice, and his eyes widened, as if he had seen the strangest thing in the world, the dean who had always paid attention to etiquette could actually tolerate others being so rude to him, if he said it, he was afraid that it would become a world news that spread throughout the continent.

San Yisheng finished laughing, his expression was solemn, and he pointed to the portrait and said, "Thirteen, come and worship the sages."

"Yes, Master. Wang Yangming's jokes are jokes, and the big things can still be carried clearly, so he solemnly bowed to the portrait one by one, his expression was serious and serious, and he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest.

Waiting for Wang Yangming to worship the sages, San Yisheng bowed his head slightly and patted him on the shoulder.

"The past is the past, as a teacher, I only hope that you will not forget your original intention at this moment. ”

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The three of them stepped out of the Hall of the Sages, and then went straight to the cardinal's office, where the administrator of the cardinal office was waiting to greet them at the door. San Yisheng asked him to lead Wang Yangming to go through the admission procedures, and within a cup of tea, the procedures were completed, and he received a beige hospital uniform, two pairs of shoes and socks, and the key to his dormitory.

San Yisheng beckoned Wang Yangming to come with him and told him some basic principles of cultivation. Turning his head and instructing Su Mu again: "Twelve, you go to Guanglingzi to receive the punishment, you don't have to go to class tomorrow, go and think about the cliff wall for half a month, I hope you can improve, and I will personally come to teach you in half a month." ”

Su Muben was very dissatisfied with this punishment, and was secretly thinking about how to play tricks with Master Guanglingzi after going back, and get rid of this punishment.

You must know that the dean is more self-examining, that is, he has to guide himself. It's just a matter of enduring the pain for a while, and getting his advice is really useful to himself. However, after thinking about it, Wang Yangming became San Yisheng's apprentice, and since then, this guy can accept the dean's ear and face every day, what a blessing this must be! Why did he let this annoying guy get this blessing! I really can't swallow this breath!

The girl pouted again in the blink of an eye.

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The two of them walked deeper and deeper along the path behind the cardinal's office, and after a long while, they saw a courtyard covered by a green forest, which was inconspicuous and hidden in the shadows of the tall trees around it.

San Yisheng pushed the door in, Wang Yangming stepped forward to follow, it was a mess, the floor was full of tables and chairs, and there was almost no place for anyone to stay.

Wang Yangming smacked his tongue: "Master, you really love books like life." These books were borrowed from the Library, right?"

San Yisheng nodded, his expression was not shocked, and he didn't seem to feel anything strange at all: "I have already read all the books in the Library Pavilion, and the books here are all some unique books I have collected, including essays and martial arts, and I will read these books to pass the time when I am fine." ”

"And what about when you have something?"

"I'll look at this when there's something," San Yisheng grabbed in the void with one hand, and a thin book on the bookshelf flew into his hand, this book was only a hundred pages, and there was no handwriting on the cover.

Wang Yangming looked over curiously: "What kind of book is this?"

"Three thousand Daozang. Most of my decade has been spent studying this book. ”

"Shouldn't there be a lot of books in the Three Thousand Daozang? I thought there must be three thousand. ”

"The Three Thousand Daozang is this book, and this is the most amazing book of all time. The language in it is profound and difficult to understand, and I have studied it for ten years for the teacher, but I can only understand 12 out of 10. ”

Wang Yangming was aroused by San Yisheng's words, raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll take a look", his heart was so beautiful that it was bubbling, is there another benefit for the traverser? Maybe I can see it at a glance, but it's not necessarily.

San Yisheng did not refuse him and put the book in his hands.

Wang Yangming gently opened the title page, and what caught his eye was:

A...... Blank......

Okay, okay, Wang Yangming's old face was slightly red, and he knew that such an awesome book would definitely be the legendary wordless heavenly book, and there was really nothing new in traveling through the novel.

He muttered in his heart, and asked, "Master, are you also blank when you read this book?"

San Yisheng said frankly: "What I see is the faint words, I can see four or five out of ten, but I can only understand one out of ten, and the others I can see don't know what they mean, let alone the blank spaces that I can't see." ”

"Tell me what you've seen, and maybe I can help you with it. ”

San Yisheng shook his head and sighed: "Dao Ke Dao, very Dao ......"

Hey, Wang Yangming pouted.

Load it up...... You just pretend to be it...... If you don't say it, you won't say it, so you make a mystery, for fear that others will understand your wordless heavenly book.

After a while, he rolled his eyes and said, "Then you can quickly tell me the truth of cultivation?"

San Yisheng put the three thousand Dao Collections back on the bookshelf, cleaned up the two chairs, motioned for him to sit down, thought about it, and said slowly: "There are many ways to practice in this world, and I don't know where to start as a teacher. ”

Wang Yangming can understand the meaning of these eight words, but after all, cultivation is a real thing, and he doesn't know how to accumulate and how to come naturally. I just sat in my chair, listened silently, and waited for the next step.

However, San Yisheng didn't give the following for a long time, and Wang Yangming raised his eyebrows: "What about below?"

"No more. San Yisheng raised his eyelids and said as a matter of course.

Mother, you are a board!

There's no more, you're a eunuch!

Wang Yangming was so angry that he didn't know how to evaluate his amazing teacher.