People hope to infuse the eight treasures in the wishful warmth, and it can actually enhance the spirituality of the treasure!

Feeling the feedback from the folding fan in his hand, Han Muye's face smiled even more.

Is it a bonus?

After all, this person's power of hope was only obtained by him writing half a poem.

Some people hope to use the folding fan as a bridge, and he can use Haoran Qi to perform various spells.

Driven by Haoran Qi, it was revealed by the power of human hope, and Taoism became a Confucianism and Taoism.

This folding fan, at this time, is like a real treasure, showing the power of Confucianism and Taoism.

Interesting.

I don't know if the power of hope can always be superimposed.

If it's really so good, wouldn't it be easy to make a treasure?

"The power of the son's hope should be inspired by the spread of half of the poems to Xiyuan County."

Seeing Han Muye put away the power of people's hope, Kong Chaode opened his mouth and said.

Speaking of this, he shook his head and said with envy: "I want me to give advice to the county in Heze County, and I am very worried about the people, just to raise a trace of popularity." ”

He lifted his palm, and there was a faint purple halo in it.

Compared to Han Muye's dark purple light, this halo was simply like a firefly candle competing with the bright moon.

"If you have a great Confucian for a hundred years, it is difficult to become a non-commissioned officer."

"White-headed children abound in Zhongzhou."

"It's really incomparable......"

Looking at Han Muye, Kong Chaode looked forward to it: "I don't know how many people will be expected when this poem of Gongzi reaches Jinchuan." ”

"If you can spread it in all counties of Zhongzhou and gather people's popularity, within a hundred years, maybe you can help your son become a Confucian master."

The position of Confucianism and Taoism master, in Kong Chaode's view, is already out of reach, but it is the existence of a land that can control a county.

It's just that Han Muye thinks that it will be spread for a hundred years?

Is it so long?

He frowned and said, "Why is it taking so long?" Can't you write a few more poems? ”

Hearing his words, Kong Chaode was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile: "Childe, this kind of poetry can be done if you want to?" ”

Han Muye did not speak.

It's not difficult to copy a few more poems like this, right?

The flying boat went all the way, and from time to time there was a light purple aura flashing on Han Muye's body.

Kong Chaode's heart was sour.

Fortunately, when he was going to Jinchuan City, Han Muye didn't want to be too ostentatious, and according to what Kong Chaode said, he covered up the anger of the people.

Even so, he has a little more bearing on him.

Even if the flying boat is extremely fast, 50,000 miles a day, it will take five days to travel from Xiyuan County to Jinchuan City.

At sunset, the boat landed in a village with a rising light.

The flying boat had just landed, and there were already many people surrounding it.

"It turned out to be a bus boat from Xiyuan County, quick, please go to the village to rest." Under the flying boat, the leader was an old man in a linen robe.

The old man called himself Qi Rang, the village leader of this Qijia Village, and the head of the post here.

This line is the only way to Geumcheon Castle, and there are frequent stops for flying boats.

Between the counties and counties of Zhongzhou, there are post stations, which are repaired and settled places for official flying boats or merchants.

Qi Rang led Han Muye and them to the post station and cleaned up the side room.

Although it is a mountain village, it is relatively simple, but it is clean and tidy.

Not only has a wing room, Qi Rang also asked the villagers behind him to send a variety of specialties.

The person in charge of controlling the flying boat was the official of Xiyuan County, who was familiar with the car and took the specialty, and took out a few spirit stones and handed them to Qi Rang.

Qi Rang and the villagers behind him left with smiles on their faces.

According to the little official, there is no money in this post station, so it is up to the villagers to give some special products in exchange for spiritual stones.

Stopping along the way, it's always good to be empty-handed.

Hearing his words, Mu Hibiscus was expressionless, while Kong Chaode smiled and reached out to take out a few medium-grade spirit stones and gave them to the little official.

The big demon is the big demon in the end, and the human relationship is much worse.

Han Muye walked into the wing room and saw that there was only a wooden couch and a small case, and a pair of big static characters hung on the wall in front of him.

This word is vigorous and powerful, and it is an excellent book.

Walking in front of the word, Han Muye's eyes fell on the inscription below.

"White Deer Mountain?"

A faint aura flashed in his eyes, and there was a golden aura in harmony.

The power of the Red Dust Spell surged, crashing into the static word.

In Han Muye's mind, pictures flashed one after another.

The old man with pen and paper in ink.

Merchants who come and go.

The student who muttered in front of this text.

There are also practitioners who stand in front of this word overnight.

A static word, revealing all kinds of things in the world.

The world is noisy, how easy is it to be quiet?

"Good cultivation." Han Muye whispered, and the aura in his eyes dissipated.

The person who wrote this word was profoundly cultivated by Confucianism and Taoism.

It's just strange why such a profound Confucianism and Taoism practitioner would live in seclusion in this small mountain village?

Since it is a seclusion, why do you show these words?

This pair of words can already be called a treasure, infused with heroic energy, which can make people's hearts calm like water.

Han Muye didn't rest in the wing, and when he walked out of the door, Kong Chaode poked his head out at the door.

"Childe, there are good things in this station." He smiled and pointed to a landscape map hanging on the wall of the room where he lived.

Han Muye smiled and said, "You guys should fix it first, I'll take a look." ”

As he spoke, he paced towards the village.

Lin Shen carried the big sword on his back and quietly guarded behind him.

The mountain village is quiet and lit.

Walking along the mountain road, there are occasional chickens and dogs.

Such a secluded village, Han Muye is really rare to come to.

Walking on the mountain road, I suddenly felt at peace in my heart.

"The country is unbearable, what will the king do?"

"If you want to talk to your uncle, please do something; If it is with, please remove it, and there is no popular heart. ”

Ahead, there was the sound of reading in the grass house, and the voice was old.

The sound of reading is in the ears, making people feel that they are standing in the night and the four fields are desolate.

This is the power of the soul contaminated by the tone.

Reading, is it a great Confucian?

Can infiltrate people's hearts with words, is it a jinshi or, a master?

Han Muye raised his eyes and saw that the window of the grass house was open, and a white-haired old man, dressed in a linen robe, was sitting in front of the desk, and there were five or six children on a few shabby wooden tables in front of him.

Isn't it the White Deer Mountain Weng who left the word?

As if sensing that Han Muye was at the door, the old man stopped reading and turned his head to look out the window.

"Hehe, the night tour of the distant guest is considered fate, but can you come to my thatched house to sit?"

The old man put down the book in his hand and said with a smile.

Han Muye nodded and walked into the grass house.

Lin Shen hurriedly followed behind him.

When I entered the cottage, I saw that the four walls were empty, and only three or two pairs of calligraphy and paintings were hung on the walls.

The handwriting of the book is rough and vigorous, and the painting is the pine and cold plum, and the green bamboo and Zhilan.

"There are guests today, you should go back first, Wen Shu can not be forgotten by reading diligently." At the desk, the old man waved his hand.

The boys who sat in front of the small wooden table hurriedly packed up their books, bowed down, and then dispersed with a bang.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the four walls, looking carefully.

"The little boy seems to have studied the way of calligraphy and painting?" Seeing Han Muye carefully looking at the calligraphy and paintings around him, the old man chuckled and spoke.

Han Muye shook his head and said, "I can't do research, I only know a little bit about it." ”

His eyes fell on the wild cursive handwriting: "The book has never been the voice of the heart, and the word 'stop water' is really in the eyes and heart, and the pen is thorough." ”

"The old gentleman is like stopping water, his heart is like a rock, and his words are like strong grass, and he is the master of this way."

Hearing Han Muye's words, the old man laughed, stretched out his hand and pointed to several other paintings, "Then how about you take a look at this painting again?" ”

Han Muye looked at the four picture scrolls, and in his eyes, a faint aura rose.

At the moment when his aura poured into his eyes, the old man sitting upright was shocked and narrowed his eyes.

In Han Muye's eyes, which were infused with Haoran Qi, the four paintings that were originally ordinary became illusory.

"The pine has the strong wind and is unyielding, the bamboo has the tenacity of breaking the rock and taking root, the plum is cold and fragrant, and the orchid is elegant and elegant."

"The style of the old gentleman of the East is admired by the younger generations."

Oriental Books.

The inscription on the scroll is the Oriental Book.

Bailushan Weng Oriental Book.

"Okay." The old man looked at Han Muye's eyes with a little brightness, and then said, "I don't know what else the little boy can see?" ”

Is this the school itself?

Han Muye smiled and nodded, then looked at the calligraphy and painting, and said lightly: "The word is water, but there is a turbulence in my heart. ”

The old man's face remained unchanged and looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye looked at the four paintings, and his tone was gentle: "Although the pine is strong, I don't know where the wind comes from, and Mr. has a grudge in his heart." ”

"Although the bamboo is strong, the leaves are scribbled, and Mr. is angry."

"Mei is like fire, and the snow is hard to hide, which shows the pride of Mr."

"Lan, I made a mistake with my pen."

"One mountain and two rivers, three strokes to break the phoenix eye, Mr. deliberately does not break the phoenix eye, is it to wait for people with eyes, or is it that everyone in the world is empty?"

Han Muye turned his head and looked at the old man.

The light in the old man's eyes was constricted, as deep as an ancient well, making people seem to be drowning in it at a glance.

But Han Mu's ambition was not moving, and he didn't let half a point.

"Okay," Dongfang Shu stood up, dressed in a whole shirt, and arched his hand: "In the past thirty years, I don't know how many people have visited my cottage, and you are the first young man who can have such a vision and bearing. ”

"The Oriental Book of White Deer Mountain is polite."

Han Muye also raised his hand and arched his hand: "Han Mu has seen Mr. Dongfang. ”

Dongfang Shu smiled and invited Han Muye to sit down, then lifted the teacup on the bookcase, and poured tea into three teacups: "Coarse tea in the mountains and fields, maybe you can't eat it." ”

Han Muye picked up the half-filled teacup, sniffed it lightly, and then said with a smile: "I really don't understand this tea." ”

As he spoke, he put the tea in his mouth.

Lin Shen behind him also picked up the teacup and drank it in one gulp.

"Well, it's a little bitter, but it's acceptable." Han Muye put the cup back into the bookcase and said with a smile.

"Haha, tea tasting, as long as it's not too bitter, isn't it acceptable?" Dongfang Shu laughed, picked up the tea cup in front of him, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Those who make a fuss about this road are hypocritical."

Han Muye smiled and did not speak.

Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poems, songs, wine and tea, among which there are many people who can understand the Tao.

Seeing that Han Muye didn't speak, Dongfang Shu laughed and said, "Han Gongzi is traveling the world and expanding his knowledge?" ”

Han Muye nodded and said, "By the way, I will also do some small business." ”

Hearing Han Muye say about doing business, Dongfang Shu frowned at first, and then his eyes showed a halo: "It's rare." ”

"If you want to be extraordinary, you must first have the ups and downs of the world, at your age, you can bow down to business, and those who do not make fake Taoist articles must have real talent and real learning."

As he spoke, he spread his hands and said, "Tell me, what kind of business do you have, I also have a few friends in Jinchuan City who are immersed in the world, see if I can help you." ”

Han Muye raised his hand and took out a long sword and a jade bottle.

Seeing the long sword and the jade bottle, the light in Dongfang Shu's eyes was even greater: "There is no way of cultivation outside and outside, your sword and Dan have accounted for both internal and external cultivation, this business is not small." ”

Reaching out to hold the long sword, Dongfang wrote a different color, he looked at Han Muye, and held the jade bottle again.

At this moment, the expression on his face turned solemn: "Han Xiaoyou, you can go to the world in this business." ”

The best pill, a half-spirit weapon long sword.

How can such a treasure not be sold?

After a deep sigh, Dongfang Shu reached out and took out a piece of paper, took a pen and wrote down some handwriting, and then handed it to Han Muye and said: "Fujin Commercial Bank in Jinchuan City, if you go, you can see its big shopkeeper with this paper book." ”

Han Muye smiled and stretched out his hand to take it and put it in his arms.

Dongfang Shu is very talkative, Han Muye asks some things about the literary world in Zhongzhou, and he can tell it eloquently.

Wen Xiang suppressed the Zhongzhou literary circle, and the spirit of the world was attributed to the Imperial City Academy.

The great masters of Confucianism and Taoism in the world, nine times out of ten, are in the Imperial City Academy.

As for the good articles done in other places, there are many young people who can write good poems, and those who are really devoted to studying, in the Oriental book, the young people nowadays are all floating.

Dongfangshu's own identity was not hidden.

He was originally a Confucian and Taoist cultivator, studied hard, gathered people, and already had a jinshi to learn.

He has served as a county magistrate in other counties, and has also taught in the academy, and the mountain chief went to the Imperial City Academy thirty years ago to compete for a teaching position.

As a result, of course, it was lost.

"Confucianism and Taoism are the Confucianism and Taoism of the people of the world, why can't there be teaching?"

"What kind of heart, what kind of talent, what the Imperial City Academy wants is for the people of the world to return to their hearts, and it is not at all a good inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism."

"Missed."

There is no wine in the tea, but Dongfang Shu has a red face and red ears, and when it comes to the anger, his voice is high-pitched, and he drinks angrily.

"That's why Mr. came to study on this White Deer Mountain?" Han Muye's face remained unchanged and he said softly.

"Originally, I was going to go to the western Xinjiang to spread Confucianism and Taoism, but I heard that the inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism in the western Xinjiang was severed, but it was difficult to cross the heavenly wall in the western Xinjiang." Dongfang Shu shook his head and said regretfully.

"I can only settle down on this White Deer Mountain and teach the children of the mountains."

Han Muye nodded and said, "Can you get something?" ”

Dongfang Shu laughed: "There are two more carpenters in the south of the village, and a few descendants in the west of the village went to the county seat to be buddies." ”

"The son of the village chief's family has become a servant, and if Qi Xiaoshan in the north of the village is not killed in battle, he will definitely be able to be the captain."

"There are a few girls who can read and write, and they can spin and weave."

There were a few more wry smiles in Dongfangshu's words, and he was a little lonely.

A generation of Confucianism can only teach mortal Tianfu in a mountain village, and he has achieved achievements in thirty years, but he can't do it.

"That's why Mr. hung his calligraphy and paintings at the post station?" Han Muye smiled and spoke.

Dongfang Shu nodded generously and said: "If you study poetry and books hard, you can't bury them like this." ”

"Sir, do you want to show your talents and compete with the Imperial City Academy?" Han Muye looked at the Oriental Book.

"I don't dare to think about competing with the Imperial City Academy, I just want to be able to teach a few people who can become talents, and don't fall into the name of my Oriental Book." Having said that, there is more sparkle in the Oriental bibliography.

He looked at Han Muye and said softly, "Han Xiaoyou, are you interested in staying in my White Deer Mountain Cottage for a few days?" ”

Stay for a few days, and then hang a disciple's name?

Han Muye laughed, shook his head, and stood up: "Mr. Dongfang, in my opinion, what Mr. Dongfang did is more worthy of admiration than the teaching of the Imperial City Academy. ”

"Those amazing and brilliant disciples of the Imperial City Academy do not lack an Oriental Teacher, and the children in this mountain and wilderness lack a Mr. Dongfang."

"As Mr. said, Confucianism and Taoism are the Confucianism and Taoism of the people of the world."

"Sir has already attained enlightenment, but he is in it."

After speaking, Han Muye picked up the residual tea in front of him, drank it all in one gulp, and then said with a smile: "This tea is really bitter." ”

Han Muye walked out of the grass hut and looked up at the clouds surging in the sky, covering the stars and moon.

"In the end, I realized it."

He laughed and strode down the mountain road to the station.

Before he walked out of the village, in the mountains and forests behind him, there was a long howling sound.

A majestic aura that rushed to the sky crashed through the clouds and competed with the stars and moon.

"There is no class to teach, the way of the teacher, you should be reasonable-"

The sound is like thunder, and the mountains and rivers shake.

Within a radius of 100 miles, the streamers shine and converge.

This is the enlightenment of Confucianism and Taoism.

One day of enlightenment, heaven and earth favor.

The long roar continued all night.

Countless cultivators heard the sound and stood dozens of miles away, not daring to approach.

The Great Confucianism and enlightenment can be learned from the understanding, but when you get closer, you are easy to be hurt by the manifestation of the avenue.

Dadao is whispering to others, you have to listen, you won't be wronged if you get a slap, right?

The sky was bright, the long whistle stopped, and the Oriental Book walked out of the grass house.

"Mr. Dongfang, you, what are you?" Outside the grass house, the village chief Qi Rang and others looked at Dongfang Book in surprise.

At this time, Dongfang Shu's hair was blue and black, with black beard, and he looked only fifty years, which was completely different from the old appearance before.

Dongfang Shu looked at Qi Rang, and the indescribable meaning in his eyes made Qi Rang stunned.

"Where are they Han Mugongzi?" Dongfang Shu looked away and spoke.

Qi Rang trembled slightly, and hurriedly bowed: "Mr. Huiyu, the official flying boat of Xiyuan County has left this morning." ”

Left?

Dongfang Shu frowned.

That Han Mu Gongzi woke himself up last night and made himself enlightened.

Such a great grace, just gone?

"Sir, the boy left a letter for me to pass on to you." Qi Rang said as he handed over a letter.

There was no word on the envelope.

Oriental Book pulled out the folded letter paper and spread it out.

"Boom-"

The endless purple power of hope on Dongfang Shu's body poured out, and the golden Haoran Qi turned into a cloud in the sky and scattered around.

"Grandmaster!"

"The Confucianism and Taoism of enlightenment here is the grandmaster!"

"Outside the imperial city, there are Confucianism and Taoist masters stationing, who is this great Confucian?"

Dozens of miles away, countless exclamations rang out.

With such a magnificent and surging spirit, who is it if it is not a grandmaster?

It's just that they can't see the Dongfang Book that has reached the Grandmaster Realm, and at this time, the whole person is trembling, and the thin page of the letter is tens of millions of pounds in their hands.

He was short of breath, his eyes were staring, and the cultivation of the Confucian and Taoist masters had all dissipated.

With a look of arrogance on his face, he gently unfolded the page, and the graceful handwriting on it appeared.

"Han Mu wants to build a White Deer Academy in Bailu Mountain, if Mr. wishes, stay in the academy."

"Anyone who enters the White Deer Academy, Han Mu has a word to send it."

"Our generation of Confucians, we should set our hearts for heaven and earth, establish our lives for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations."

Staring at the thin page, after a long time, Dongfang Shu looked up to the sky and smiled.

"With this word, I say all my Confucianism and Taoism."

"I'm old and dead, and White Deer Mountain is worth it."

"Okay, okay, after today, the old man Dongfang Book will be in this White Deer Mountain Academy, waiting for you to return."

……

On the flying boat, the purple streamer on Han Muye's body shrouded it.

This is the appearance of people's hopes surging and rising, too fast.

Looking at this scene, Kong Chaode shook his head, turned his face away, and then said softly: "Childe, let's not stop at this flying boat along the way, let's go directly to Jinchuan City." ”

"You are so vigorous that you can't hide your hope, and if you get off the flying boat halfway, you will attract all the people to worship."

Hearing his words, Han Muye nodded with a wry smile.

He couldn't imagine that leaving only one letter could inspire such a strong and surging aura of popularity?