People live for a lifetime, and plants and trees for an autumn.

Half a life is depressed, hard and lonely.

Of all the creatures in the world, who is not suffering?

Winter bamboo shoots break the ground, turn cocoons into butterflies, pine mountain cliffs, geese fly north and south.

Although this life is short, it can be impassioned.

Since you are born as a human being and hold a pen in your hand, why can't you write books for thousands of years in spring and autumn, cool in winter and summer?

"Leave the Dan heart to take care of the sweat, hehe, cultivate the heart, cultivate the heart, it turns out that you really want to cultivate a blue blood Dan heart!"

Above the fairy boat, someone shouted loudly.

Up and down the river, countless Confucian and Taoist practitioners either whispered or laughed, and the aura and aura on their bodies condensed into a dragon, circling and circling.

The Confucian students on the painting boat are all slowly recovering from the obstacles, and then reminiscing about the previous confusion, and their hearts are endlessly touched.

looked at the woman in green clothes with tears on her face in front of her, and suddenly felt pity.

They are also pitiful.

"Dream falls ......" Wu Tianzhen, who was a little pale, helped up the woman in Tsing Yi who was sitting down, and wanted to speak, but the woman had already run away with a red face.

I was disturbed by the obstacle just now, and my heart was sad, and the two hugged each other and didn't know what to say or do.

Looking at the dream that ran away, Wu Tianzhen was stunned and looked down at the sachet on his waist.

On the painting boat, there are more Confucian students who are emotional, eager to have a sword in their hands and cut through the dark world.

Since you want to take care of your sweat, you should naturally make a pen mark in history.

Those poor old boys also have fighting spirit at this time.

It was the students on the bank of the river, and they were also surging in their chests, eager to finish the wine in front of them.

Today's event, with these two poems as a quote, it should be a big white!

Confucianism and Taoism are the most important state of mind.

At today's literary meeting, Xu Qingteng's poem almost broke the mood of the Confucian cultivators present.

I thought it was just like this, but I didn't expect that the first seven sentences of the Great Grandmaster Muye's seven-character poem suppressed the Confucianism and Taoism of heaven and earth, and almost made the power of this holy realm lose their minds.

In the end, the half-saint Qin Suyang's tongue and sword broke through the sky, and the text and ink opened his mouth, so that there was the last sentence, leaving Dan to take care of the sweat.

Tianxuan Confucianism and Taoism practice, from ancient times to the present, even if Wen Mosheng sanctified Confucianism and suppressed Tianxuan, the ultimate truth of Confucianism and Taoism was not clearly determined.

Cultivating Confucianism and Taoism and becoming an official body is almost the pursuit of the vast majority of Confucianism and Taoism practitioners.

Then there are those who can become great Confucians among the cultivators, who look down on the power of mortal dust, and pursue more of the immortality of nothingness, or a trace of obsession in their hearts.

If you don't seek immortality and don't have attachments, there is a high probability that you will fall into obstacles.

Why is it that only a few great Confucians teach, and the remote Bailushan Academy can sweep the world, making it a trend for scholars to bring swords?

Isn't it because of the sentence "Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations"?

These four sentences also seem to be ethereal, but they are countless times higher than the original vulgar pattern of promotion and wealth.

The most important thing is that no matter how big Tianxuan is, his official position is limited.

Those Confucian and Taoist students who study hard in the cold window can't be officials, can't make a fortune, and have unstable ambitions in their hearts.

What's wrong with me not being an official when I study? I will bring peace to all generations.

What's wrong with me not getting rich by studying? I will bring peace to all generations.

What if I study and get nothing? I will bring peace to all generations.

With sustenance in the heart, you can see the light in your eyes.

On the immortal boat, Han Muye looked up at the cloudy sky and smiled lightly.

If it is said that the four sentences of Bailu Mountain are to stabilize the ordinary Confucianism in the world, then today's sentence is to set the world's great Confucianism.

Wen Mosheng sanctified Confucianism, but it also blocked the way of other Confucian and Taoist monks in the world.

Saints do not die, and there are only half-saints in the world.

For example, Qin Suyang and these half-saints have reached the pinnacle of the world, what else do they ask for?

If the mind wants nothing, is it not to fall into obstacle?

Today's sentence is to keep Dan's heart and sweat, isn't it just the obsession in my heart.

The path of Confucianism and Taoism cultivation does not seek immortality, does not seek sanctification, but only seeks the heart of blue blood and pills, and spreads it through the ages.

At this time, the Confucian and Taoist overhauls with light in their eyes on the bow of the ship were obviously extraordinary.

Han Muye's poem solves the big contradiction of no way to promote within Tianxuan Confucianism.

"Xu Qingteng has met all literary friends."

Xu Wei on the small boat in front boarded the fairy boat and bowed to the white-clothed Confucian and Taoist overhaulers on the deck.

Looking at Xu Qingteng in front of him, many people sighed softly.

This brilliant genius who has never been born in the world did not expect to fall to the point of being confused and unable to extricate himself.

If it weren't for the deep obstacle, Xu Qingteng would have become the youngest half-saint long ago.

"Hehe, Qingteng, are you going to give us old guys a horse as soon as you come?" Yan Zhen stepped forward lightly, gently held Xu Wei's arm, and said with a smile.

His palm reached out, passed through the barrier around Xu Wei without hindrance, and held Xu Wei's arm.

The illusory obstacle power on Xu Wei's body seemed to be suppressed.

Xu Wei chuckled and nodded.

On the deck, a great Confucian came over.

After greeting each other with these great monks who had not seen each other for countless years, Xu Wei looked up at Han Muye who was standing on the side of the ship.

Mu Wan was crying in Han Muye's arms just now, and she shrank in shame at this time and didn't dare to probe.

"Drinking friend, how do you think I should practice now?" Xu Wei looked at Han Muye and asked.

They are drinking buddies who met by Xianyue Lake.

Hearing his words, everyone on the fairy boat turned their heads to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye's face was indifferent, and he said softly: "I don't know how Mr. Qingteng is going to practice?" ”

Xu Wei laughed, showing a hint of loneliness on his face, and then turned his head to look at the river.

"I was going to sail on this big river for three years, and when my body was corrupted, I would sink to the bottom of the river and become a river god."

"But your words today made me hesitate a little."

He laughed and said in a low voice: "I don't know if my hesitation is because I still have Dan's ambition, or because I am afraid before life and death, it is better to die than to live?" ”

How many people can face it calmly before making a choice between life and death?

On deck, no one laughed at Xu Wei.

What about the great monks, and their true temperament.

Han Muye nodded and spoke loudly.

"Senior, I once met the Oriental Book of the Mountain Chief, who taught the Elder of the Mountains at the White Deer Mountain Academy."

"At that time, he was already a major cultivator of Confucianism and Taoism, and he taught in Bailu Mountain for thirty years, and the most accomplished of them was to catch a fast in the county seat, and he died."

"Is he desperate? Despair. ”

"In this life, fame and fortune are all in vain, how can you not despair."

"Is he confused? Confused. ”

"It's the same Confucianism and Taoism overhaul, people are famous all over the world in the Imperial City Academy, and he is unknown in Bailu Mountain, how can he not be confused."

Han Muye turned his head and looked around.

"Although today's Oriental Book is not famous all over the world, at least it is also a great Confucian, and its reputation is not inferior to anyone in the Imperial City Academy."

"Actually, what is the difference between him and the thousands of Confucian and Taoist practitioners on this lake?"

"Mr. Qingteng, dare to ask where the road is?"

Without waiting for Xu Wei to speak, Han Muye had already said softly: "The road, under your feet......"

Xu Wei stood in place, his body not moving.

But he had a constantly vibrating obstacle power on his body, which seemed to devour him and Han Muye in front of him.

Yan Zhen's eyes revealed doubts, and he finally paused.

He had suppressed Xu Wei's obstacle just now, why did he rise again at this time?

"Haha, the road is at the foot, the road is at the foot."

Xu Wei smiled, waved his sleeves, and said loudly: "Then I will scatter my cultivation and exchange for fifty years of life, and pass on what I have learned." ”

"Drinking friend, you say, do I stay in the Imperial City Academy, or go to the White Deer Mountain Academy?"

Scatter all the cultivation in exchange for fifty years of life, and then pass it on.

Xu said a word, which made the eyes of everyone above the immortal boat widen.

A famous Confucian in the world actually wants to use this life as a cultivation to inherit and educate!

Many great Confucians are surging with light in their eyes.

Those juniors standing not far away could hardly suppress the urge to step forward.

Become a disciple of Xu Wei, and get his teachings, this generation is immeasurable!

"Mr. Qingteng, there are great Confucians in the Imperial City Academy, and Bailu Mountain is too far away, in my opinion, you are preaching and lecturing in this Yongding River, and those who come do not refuse, isn't it happy?"

Han Muye looked at Xu Wei and spoke loudly.

He didn't persuade Xu Wei not to disperse and cultivate.

This kind of great Confucian behavior, once the target is chosen, will not change.

However, Han Muye gave Xu Wei advice.

If you don't go to the Imperial City Academy, don't go to Bailu Mountain, just preach and receive karma in this Yongding River, and become a unique faction!

Xu Wei went to the Imperial City Academy, that is, one of the great Confucians, and he cultivated for fifty years, maybe he did nothing.

If he goes to Bailu Mountain, he will be able to let countless Confucian and Taoist students Jing Cong and enhance the reputation of Bailu Mountain Academy.

But Han Muye knew that Xu Qingteng's way of learning was different from that of Bailu Mountain.

What Bailu Mountain seeks is to join the WTO and practice with a sword, Xu Qingteng advocates being born and talking about poetry.

It's better to let him sail in this land of red dust and willows, and become a legend.

After 50 years, if he has an understanding, he may become a saint in one step.

If you don't understand anything, then sink into the river and wander freely.

"Okay, good, everyone can build a academy to teach students, why can't I?"

Xu Wei looked around with a long smile and shouted: "From tomorrow, my Qingteng Xu Wei will be on the Yongding River-"

Before he finished speaking, he heard Han Muye say in a loud voice: "Mr. Qingteng, tomorrow will be tomorrow, tomorrow will be so much, why not today?" Right now. ”

Looking around, Han Muye stretched out his hand and pointed to the painting boats around Xianzhou: "There are countless Confucian and Taoist students and scholars here, all of whom admire Mr. for his talent and learning, Mr. might as well choose disciples today, and we can still be a witness." ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and took out a handwritten book: "I received a book on the road just now, the author is Qi Chang, a student from Guanhu County, this manuscript is good, Mr. Qingteng can read it." ”

Han Muye's voice was loud and could be heard for ten miles.

Far away on the bank of the river, a young man with a wine cup in his hand was about to bring the wine to his mouth, but when he heard Han Muye's words, he suddenly paused, and the whole person was stunned.

"Brother Zhentong, it's your manuscript!" The young man opposite him let out a low cry, as if he had been bitten by a snake, and jumped up.

Qi Chang, who was sitting opposite him, nodded, and said lightly in the envious gaze of the countless students around him: "Brother Minsheng, calm down, calm down, drink." ”

He put the cup in his mouth, but it reached the tip of his nose.

On the fairy boat, Xu Wei gently took the book.

His gaze fell on the book, and he looked closely, very slowly.

Fingers rustle across the pages.

On the surface of the river, the breeze blows, and the curtain on the fairy boat moves lightly.

There was no one on deck to speak.

In the distance, everyone was waiting silently.

On the bank of the river, Qi Chang's wine spilled on his clothes without realizing it.

There were only a few thin books, and Xu Wei read them in just a few moments.

Closing the page, he looked at Han Muye and said lightly, "The annotation is good." ”

Han Muye chuckled and nodded.

It's so far away that outsiders don't even know what's going on deck.

Xu Wei turned around, looked at the bank of the river, spoke softly, and his voice rang through: "Qi Chang, give me a piece of study experience tomorrow." ”

Learning experience!

Is this to collect all the disciples who are always in the background?

Mr. Qingteng really wants to give lectures and accept disciples!

On the bank of the river, Qi Chang threw away the wine cup in his hand, got up with his buttocks, and bowed in the direction of Xianzhou.

On his face, there was no more calmness before, and he muttered to himself.

"Thank you sir, thank you sir......"

No one cared about his gaffes.

Today's down-and-out children may be great Confucian disciples tomorrow.

Life changes like this, who can be calm?

"Qi Chang, it's not easy......" The young people who were obviously Qi Chang's classmates spoke up.

A few people, you and I will tell Qi Chang's experience.

This student from Guanhu County was also a genius when he was a child, and he could write poetry at the age of seven or eight.

It's just that Confucianism and Taoism in Guanhu County are backward, and by the age of fourteen or fifteen, Qi Chang already feels that he can't learn anything.

He left his homeland and went to the imperial city 300,000 miles away.

This walk is thirteen years.

In thirteen years, he never returned to Guanhu County once.

The Imperial City Academy audited, studied in the larger colleges in the city, and taught part-time in the smaller colleges.

Qi Chang's path to education is firmer and more difficult than most.

This is a venerable ascetic for all.

Such people may abound around everyone.

Their talents and abilities are not better than their own, but they have been studying hard.

When the opportunity comes, such a person will soar to the sky.

Just like today's Qi Chang.

On the fairy boat, on the painting boat, on the bank of the river, there are whispers of envy everywhere.

Being able to become the first disciple of Mr. Qingteng is a rare opportunity.

On the bank of the river, Bai Tao took out the book that Han Muye had annotated, looked at the red handwriting in his eyes, sighed, and sent it back.

"Brother Bai, if Mr. Makino gives your book to Mr. Qingteng, I'm afraid this glory will be yours." A young man in a green robe spoke with a sour twist.

"Didn't you say that you were old acquaintances with Mr. Makino's entourage?" Another young man had a chuckle on his face.

Bai Tao shook his head, and said calmly on his face: "I am self-aware. ”

"My bullshit article will stain Mr. Qingteng's eyes."

Several people around looked at each other in a daze and turned their heads away.

It's really self-aware.

"Mr. Qingteng, what do you think of my boy?" At this time, on the deck of the Xianzhou, a great Confucian couldn't hold back anymore and spoke loudly.

"Qingteng, take your eldest nephew in."

"Quick, show the article you made to Mr. Qingteng."

……

For a moment, there was a lot of noise on the deck.

What about the Great Confucian, who is still indisputable at this time?

Xu Wei is an unborn Confucian and Taoist genius, and if he can be taught, he will definitely be outstanding.

Xu Wei stood there, holding a pile of books in his hand, with a wry smile on his face.

Han Muye took a step forward and said in a loud voice: "Everyone, it is unrealistic for Mr. Qingteng to choose disciples among these in-law students, so it is better for us to help him." ”

He looked ahead and stretched out his hand: "I will read the articles of the students on the three painting boats in the southeast, and if there are eye-catching, I recommend them to Mr. Qingteng." ”

"Anyway, the epiphany won't bloom until the evening, and you're idle now, aren't you?"

Help to read the articles and books of the students and scholars on the painting boat?

The big Confucians on the deck glanced at each other.

On the bank of the river, all the people slowly stood up.

Each of the Confucian and Taoist students in those painting boats clenched their fists and did not dare to go out of the atmosphere.

Today, is it my own fate?

Da Confucianism commented on the article, and recommended it to Mr. Qingteng.

This is an opportunity that can be exchanged for three thousand spirit stones?

Han Muye didn't wait for everyone to respond, and went straight to a place above the deck to sit on the ground.

He stretched out his hand to beckon Chen Ru, who was standing not far away, and whispered a few words.

Chen Ru hurriedly retreated, leading several young men and women in green clothes to drive the boat to the front of the boat.

Small boats came and went, some people went to the painting boat to collect dozens of books and paper rolls, and some people went to the painting boat and the river bank to deliver news.

When the young man on the boat returned to the fairy boat with the book, Han Muye had already placed a small case in front of him, and the pen and ink were placed on it.

Mu Wan took the book and spread it out in front of Han Muye.

At this moment, a curtain of light rose on the deck of all the painting boats.

The light curtain is three or five feet high, and its reflection shows Han Muye sitting in front of the small case.

Not only on the painting boat, but also on the bank of the river, there is also a light curtain across the hundreds.

In the light curtain, the words on the book unfolded in front of Han Muye and him were clearly visible.

"Huo Yuntong of Qiyangzhou, teaching at Guanlin Academy."

"That's a good word."

"Light Food?"

"People say that everything in the world can be eaten, the difference, there is a spirit in heaven and earth, all things are self-generated, how can you eat lightly......"

"This little note is well written, neat and orderly, how to change it?"

……

Painting boats, fairy boats, river banks, everyone watched with curiosity as Han Muye's red ink pen fell.

"All things are light, all things are heavy, and the words of light food are wonderful."

"Guanyu Rusi's words are excessive, the galaxy is splendid, and the song can be sung."

……

On the third floor of Yunjin Xianzhou, the Yunjin County Lord was lying on the windowsill, looking at Han Muye's serious annotations, a little confused.

Yun Sain turned his head to look at his sister, and then looked at the figure of the ink wandering, with a complicated look on his face.

At the beginning, this was just a night with his sister?

Serious men are the most attractive, the annotations of that night, the night reading, which daughter's family is watching from the side and not feeling in love?

What a person, bad guy.

"Song with Yongzhi, such a sentence, can be called a wonderful finishing touch!" On the deck of the fairy boat, someone whispered.

The sound, the picture, was reflected by the light curtain and spread to all the boats and the riverbank.

"Even the Great Grandmaster Xu Xuan praised this sentence as wonderful!" On the painting boat, someone whispered, and someone had already turned over the pen and paper in front of him and quickly transcribed.

"This change, the artistic conception is sublimated!" On the banks of the river, people danced and shouted.

"Who is Brother Huo Yuntong Huo of Qiyangzhou?"

"Brother Huo can be on our boat?"

On the three boats, there were people chanting.

On a painting boat on the left, someone stood up with a chuckle and threw his hands around.

"Brother Huo is talented!"

"In Xia Fu Zikun, I am willing to study with Brother Huo."

"Jin Keci of Tumen County, I want to ask Brother Huo for advice."

……

On the painting boat, eyes fell on the light curtain.

That light curtain is a dragon gate!

Students with real talents and real learning will soar to the sky today!