Mirror Xuan Realm, Wuji Sect.

Su Wenqun was standing in the middle of the Chengqing Hall, enjoying everyone's gaze.

Lin Chuan gave Jiang Luo a reassuring look, and began to silently call Xiao Zuo in his heart:

"Come out and do me a favor, I'm going to compare myself with Human."

Xiao Zuo: "Wenbi? Fight with the word? ”

Lin Chuan: "Almost, can you come out now?" ”

Xiao Zuo: "Wait a minute, I'll call you later." ”

……

The great monk sitting on the main seat saw that it was not a big deal, turned over and took a piece of emerald green leaves glowing with treasure light, and said:

"Since the two little donors are willing to help Wenbi, the old man will also add a lot of color to you."

As soon as the great monk's voice fell, the few Buddhist disciples who did not have time to announce their names were very skilled in playing the role of praise.

"That's Bodhi leaf?"

"Hasn't that old Bodhi tree lost its leaves for many years?"

"It is rumored that the Bodhi leaf has the effect of enlightenment, and if it is a Bodhi seed, there is even a chance to open an unattainable opportunity for enlightenment."

Xiao Zuo hadn't responded yet, in order to delay time, Lin Chuan could only turn his head and glance at the monks with some puzzlement, picked up the little monk's leg with his backhand and shook it off, and after a while, he shook out a treasure from his monk's robe.

The bright light of the treasure was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes, and a few Bodhi leaves were inconspicuous in that meal of treasures, like rotten vegetable leaves.

The compassionate smile that the great monk had been hanging on his face was stunned, and he secretly scolded Lin Chuan in his heart for not being a son of man, but he had to lift the leaves in his hand, revealing the Bodhi seed he had just taken out, and secretly said with a heartache:

"Don't worry, little donor, this Bodhi is the real lottery."

"Master generosity!"

Lin Chuan immediately put on a sincere smile, put down the Xuanjing and bowed, as if the Bodhi seed was already in his bag.

"Arrogance!"

Su Wenqun closed the folding fan and turned his head away with disdain, Xuanjing also glared at Lin Chuan aggrievedly, and silently took back all the treasures.

Yang Qian knew that there was no way to drag it out any longer, so he had to get up and said helplessly:

"Okay, since ancient times, there is no first, there is no second, if you two insist on Wenbi, I will invite Wenqu Linfan, no matter whether you win or lose, I hope you will not hurt the harmony."

The so-called Wenbi is to use the Confucian style as a guide, respectfully invite the Wenqu space to Linfan, the two will answer the questions raised by those sages and ancient saints in the space, and finally the many sages who belong to Wenqu decide whether to win or lose.

The whole process of Wenbi will be shown in front of everyone, for Confucian scholars who cherish the name of Wen, losing a Wenbi is likely to affect the firmness of Wen's heart, so most of the time Wenbi will not be easily opened.

Yang Qianxin said, fortunately, Lin Chuan is not a Confucian, even if he loses, the impact will be too great, at most, he will lose the face of Wuji Sect.

In fact, not only him, but everyone present, including Jiang Luo, no one was optimistic about Lin Chuan, after all, what was compared with him was the Tanhua of the Dynasty, if he was won by a disciple of Taoism, then Confucianism would be one of the three religions in vain.

……

"There is Lao Yangshi."

"There is Lao Yangshi."

Lin Chuan and Su Wenqun performed a standard Confucian discipleship at the same time, since they chose Wenbi, they had to act according to the rules of Confucianism.

"I have time now, you can start there."

At the same time, Xiao Zuo's voice also sounded in Lin Chuan's mind, and the time was just right.

Yang Qian got up with a solemn expression and walked to the center of the main hall, holding a carving knife in his hand, chanting in a voice like a dragon:

"There is no end to learning, and the literature is crossed, please send the sages and ancient sages to bring the literature and songs."

The surging literary atmosphere rolled up Yang Qian's Confucian robe, and the big pale red characters were engraved in the void by him, and in an instant, they turned into pen and ink and rushed into the sky.

The big stars of Wenqu twinkled, the day and the moon were bright, the dome of the carved beams and paintings of the Chengqing Hall gradually faded in color, and at the moment when it became transparent, the moonlight that fell from Wenqu finally turned into a pillar of light connecting the heavens and the earth, enveloping Lin Chuan and Su Wenqun.

"Wen Qi!"

The grand voice seemed to come from eternity, and as soon as Lin Chuan saw a flower, he was already on the three bluestones and stood on the clear spring.

Lin Chuan looked around curiously, and found that he was in a quiet bamboo forest, and the clear spring under his feet was circulating, and what was surging was not a splash, but a transparent text.

Dense raindrops fall from the sky, and when they fall on the body, they quickly soak into the body, as if they are washing the Shentai in the mind of Zhuo, making the mind clearer.

Opposite him, Su Wenqun, who was also standing on the bluestone, was very calm, obviously it was not the first time he had entered the Wenqu space.

The clear spring between the two of them gushed out, and the dense words condensed into a transparent Dharma body, and they could only see that they were wearing Confucian robes, but they couldn't see their faces clearly, and they didn't know which sage it was.

The sage Dharma Body waved his sleeves lightly and held a clear spring in his hand, and the spring water flowed in the Dharma Body's hand, and soon turned into a transparent "poem" character.

The transparent Dharma Body chuckled lightly and said very kindly:

"This article is more than the first question, I will ask the two to write a poem, since you are in this bamboo forest, you will use the bamboo forest as a scene, and finally the victory or defeat will be judged by the amount of literary atmosphere."

After that, one of the three bluestones under the feet of the two began to slowly shed stone chips like an hourglass, and it seemed that if the poem was written before the bluestone completely fell, this first scene would be lost.

Where can Lin Chuan compose poetry, his barren literary literacy comes from some idle books, and seeing the bluestone falling off, he hurriedly greeted Xiao Zuo in his heart:

"You've heard it all, let us compose a poem."

Xiao Zuo: "I heard it, I remember a few, but I'm not sure if anyone over there has written the same." ”

"Let's be a dead horse doctor, let's find a random one first."

Lin Chuan didn't notice that when he was communicating with Xiao Zuo, the transparent Dharma Body glanced at him with interest.

"The disciple is not talented, and he is clumsy."

Su Wenqun on the opposite side bowed and saluted unhurriedly, and in a blink of an eye, a good sentence jumped into his heart:

"The intention falls with the new rain, and the ink washes away the turbidity.

The bitter bamboo is noisy and bullying, and everything is in trouble. ”

As Su Wenqun's poems were completed, the corresponding words jumped out of the clear spring, condensed into transparent poems hanging in the air, and began to be watered by the literary atmosphere.

The transparent text starts with cyan, becomes darker and darker, and finally stays in dark blue, and even has a hint of purple.

At the same time, the bluestone at Su Wenqun's feet also stopped falling off, and a section of emerald green bamboo shoots broke through the stone skin, and it was directly raised by three sections.

"Poetry into three products......"

In the Chenghuan Palace, Jiang Luo, who had been watching Wenbi, bit his lip.

In the text, if the poem can break the stone skin of the bamboo, it has already entered the product, and the highest nine sections of the bamboo represent the nine products of the poem.

In the records of the classics, only the great Confucian of the Li family, who is called the poet immortal, once "the poem becomes a poem and the bamboo is high in seven sections", after all, it is an improvised poem, and it is not easy to enter the product, and it is even more rare to get to the third grade.

"After the new rain, I washed away the turbidity of this body, and I realized that I should not bully the weak in this bamboo forest and waste time." Among the Confucian disciples, Gu Rensheng still looks like he is paralyzed:

"Brother Su's poetry is used here, and it is indeed a bit overkill."

"Brother Su's poetry is used here, and it is indeed a bit overkill."

Everyone in the hall was silent, on one side was the current dynasty Tanhua, and on the other hand was the little disciple of the Wuji Sect, there was no suspense in this text.

The monks of Buddhism were all smiling, and the few monks of Taoism were drinking quietly, nothing to do with themselves, it was enough to have wine and food.

Luda, who was full of tendons, was talking to Fang Zhong and Fang Yong, talking about the benefits of drinking, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the so-called Wenbi.

On the main seat, only the big monk had a hint of pride in his eyes, Lu Youran and Tian Daochang were calmly closing their eyes to recuperate, only Yang Qian in the center of the main hall felt a little bitter in his heart, this article is more troublesome than Su Wenqun won and lost.

The little monk tightly grasped the corner of Jiang Luo's clothes, the eyes of the two were full of worry, even Zhang Fengnian's face was a little heavy, in Wuji Sect, it would be fine to close the door and turn the sky upside down, but if he lost face in front of outsiders, no one could bear it.

Liu Zheng, who was standing behind him, was looking at Lin Chuan with burning eyes.

……

In the Wenzhu Forest, the poems in mid-air rolled up the literary atmosphere, blowing Lin Chuan's robe, but he still stood proudly on the bluestone.

However, Xiao Zuo knew that Lin Chuan was about to die:

"Hurry up, do you write poems about bamboo, I can't fit it anymore."

"Yes, get ready to appear before people."

After Xiao Zuo finished speaking, he retold a classic of Yongzhu.

Lin Chuan seemed to hear the sound of heaven, he forcibly suppressed his ecstasy, turned around and left only his back to everyone, and said in a gentle voice:

"Insist that Qingshan will not relax, and the roots are in the broken rock."

As soon as he was halfway through the recitation, the bluestone under Lin Chuan's feet began to tremble violently, and the clear spring suddenly boiled, and the corresponding words poured out at great speed, floating in the air, as if urging him to read it quickly.

The transparent Dharma Body also looked over with interest.

Su Wenqun's face changed, and he subconsciously clenched the folding fan in his hand.

"Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is blowing from east to west, north and south."

Lin Chuan didn't stop, and directly finished reading the heirloom work provided by Xiao Zuo, this "Bamboo and Stone" is a classic that Lanxing has experienced the end of the world, but it is still handed down.

The poem was completed, and the entire literary space was stagnant for a moment, and the literary tone that had just rolled up Lin Chuan's robe also calmed down.

Immediately afterwards, the literary qi suddenly poured in, and the transparent poems in mid-air turned from cyan to dark purple in the blink of an eye, and there was a faint hint of red.

Wenzhu broke out of the stone, and in a blink of an eye, it had risen for five knots, but the momentum of growth only slowed down, but did not stop, until it was six knots higher, it slowly stopped, and shook the bamboo leaves at Lin Chuan, as if to greet him.

Poetry into six products!!

In the Chenghuan Palace, everyone lost their voices, and no one could express the shock in words at this moment, the feeling was probably like a three-year-old child lifting a thousand catties with one hand, outrageous and absurd.

Before everyone could accept the reality, the bluestone under Su Wenqun's feet suddenly shattered and fell into the clear spring.

Wenbi first question, Lin Chuan, win!

Compared with others, the disciples of Confucianism obviously couldn't accept such a result, Yang Qian's pupils were shaken, and Luda was not in the mood to coax the two children to drink anymore, Gu Renchang's mouth was wide, and he could no longer maintain his facial paralysis expression.

Jiang Luo, who was the first to come back to his senses, let joy climb up his eyebrows, and happily appreciated:

"There is no word 'bamboo' in the whole article, but it vividly writes the fortitude and tenacity of bamboo, regardless of the wind and rain, regardless of the frost and snow, the green bamboo is still standing proudly, and the wind from east to west, north and south!"

"There are successors to Confucianism, and literary songs will flourish."

In the bamboo forest, the sage Dharma Body said as he waved his hand to rub the poems in mid-air onto the transparent scroll.

Then he picked up the second Hongqing spring, and after the spring water turned into a "release" word, he said happily:

"Wenbi continues, the second question, for the sages to explain, based on the number of virtuous people who agree with the victory or defeat."

After that, a roll of bamboo slips rose in the clear spring under the feet of the two people, and the bamboo slips were rolled open by the literary atmosphere, which was called "the jurisdiction of the Five Classics, the throat of the six arts" of the "Analects", which was the foundation of Confucianism.

Su Wenqun quickly sorted out his mood, and lowered his head like a pilgrimage, he never thought that it was just a literary competition, which could actually lead to the "Analects" out of Wen Siquan.

The so-called interpretation is to explain the truth left by the sages.

Not everyone can interpret the Analects for the sages, let alone the Analects of Confucius, no matter whether the text is won or lost, this opportunity to interpret the Analects alone is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

With the unfolding of the Analects, the Dharma bodies of many sages and ancient saints also emerged in the bamboo forest.

In the Chengqing Palace, Yang Qian and the others all bowed and saluted, and even Jiang Luo bowed his head respectfully.

Lin Chuan was a little overwhelmed by such a big battle, and hurriedly asked in a low voice in his heart:

"Have you ever studied the Analects?"

Xiao Zuo said with some puzzlement: "Talk? I've studied it, but the book ...... Also Confucian? ”

"Why not, if you have learned."

Lin Chuan had the confidence to bow and salute, and set his eyes on the books that emerged from the bamboo slips one after another.

[Zi said: Parents are here, don't travel far, there must be a way to travel. 】

Su Wenqun replied confidently:

"If your parents are alive and don't go far away, if you want to go far away, you must tell yourself where you are going."

Everyone present nodded in agreement, this is a truth that everyone has known for a long time, and it is about the word "filial piety".

Lin Chuan hesitated, but still repeated Xiao Zuo's original words:

"Your parents are in my hands, you can't escape, even if you run away, I have a way to get you back!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions became very exciting, and even the transparent Dharma bodies of those ancient saints and sages in the bamboo forest also fluctuated, as if they were holding back a smile.

If it weren't for Wenbi continuing, Yang Qian would definitely scold.

[Zi said: If a gentleman is not heavy, he is not authoritative]

Su Wenqun: "A gentleman is not awe-inspiring if he is not self-respecting." ”

Lin Chuan: "A gentleman must be heavy-handed when beating people, otherwise he will not be able to establish his prestige!" ”

[Zi said: Chaowen said, death can be carried out. 】

Su Wenqun: "If you understand the Tao in the morning, you will be willing to die that night." ”

Lin Chuan: "I found out the way to your house in the morning, and you can die in the evening." ”

……

……

[Zi said: If you learn without thinking, you will be reckless, and if you think without learning, you will die]

Su Wenqun: "If you blindly read books without thinking, you will not be able to make reasonable and effective use of the knowledge of books because you cannot deeply understand the meaning of books, and you will even fall into confusion." And if you blindly dream and do not study and study in a real way, you will eventually build a tower on the sand and gain nothing. ”

Lin Chuan: "If you don't learn my martial arts, your mind will be confused, and if you don't learn my martial arts, you will be beaten to death." ”

……

[Zi said: Thirty and stand, forty and not confused, fifty and know the destiny of heaven, sixty and obedient, seventy and do what you want, do not exceed the rules. 】

Su Wenqun: "At the age of thirty, you can achieve something; At the age of forty, you can not be confused by external things; At the age of fifty, he understood the destiny of heaven; At the age of 60, he can deal with all kinds of remarks correctly and does not feel uncomfortable; At the age of seventy, you can do whatever you want without going out of the way. ”

Lin Chuan: "Thirty people can make me stand up and fight; Forty people dared to come to me, and I was very puzzled?; Fifty people fight me, and I'll let them know what the day is! What is life!; Sixty people can make me slap well; Seventy people can let me fight as I want without worrying about breaking the rules. ”

The bamboo slips in mid-air no longer turned, and the second question finally came to an end.

……

Outside the Wenqu space, Gu Rensheng muttered a little sluggishly:

"Where is this still the rule of Confucianism and Taoism, it is clearly the rule of the Tao......"

Fang Zhong and Fang Yong, the two little children, also clenched their fists, thinking that when Lin Chuan came out, they would teach him a good lesson, and they would never allow anyone to defile Kong Sheng like this.

However, Luda stared at Lin Chuan with bright eyes, and the tone on his body was also secretly surging, although Lin Chuan's interpretation was deviant, it made him have an inexplicable sense of resonance.

In the Wenzhu Forest, the Dharma Bodies of all the Ancestors and Ancient Sages came to the two of them, as if they were discussing something in a whisper, but Lin Chuan couldn't hear the slightest sound.

Lin Chuan subconsciously held his breath, he didn't have the luxury of winning at all now, he just hoped that Xiao Zuo's set of "slush" would not anger these Law Bodies......

After a few moments, the bluestone under Lin Chuan's feet began to tremble, and the failure of this second game seemed to be a foregone conclusion.

At the moment when Qingshi was about to fall, an unusually tall law body suddenly descended in front of Lin Chuan, and asked with a sense of oppression:

"Why do you understand what I've said that way?"

A layer of fine cold sweat broke out on Lin Chuan's forehead in an instant, and he had already begun to scold Xiao Zuo in his heart, this nonsense actually attracted Kong Sheng to come in person!

"You're simply! It's not human!! ”

Xiao Zuo: "Don't panic, I'll explain." ”

Lin Chuan didn't speak again, even in this case, he still had absolute trust in Xiao Zuo, and after being silent for a few seconds, he began to talk eloquently according to what Xiao Zuo said:

"Before the Great Qin unified Kyushu, Confucius traveled around the world, preaching the way of governing the world with the kings of various countries.

The general trend of the world, to put it bluntly, is nothing more than the four words of the weak and the strong, with the goodness of all the people in mind, but also the courage of a husband.

As the core of Confucian teachings, the word "benevolence" is the rule of the world.

At the same time, it should also be the skill of dividing people into two, if there is no thunderbolt means, how can the world be peaceful? ”

Lin Chuan repeated Xiao Zuo's words in one breath, and actually felt an inexplicable sense of identity in his heart.

But before Kong Sheng could respond, his deviant speech aroused the condemnation of Confucianism inside and outside the Wenqu space.

Su Wenqun: "Clever tongue like a spring!! Zhu Zi'an dares to say that Kong Sheng! ”

Yang Qian: "Don't talk nonsense!" ”

Gu Rensheng: "The Tao is different, and it is not conspiratory. ”

Jiang Luo bit his lip tightly, not knowing what to do.

However, Luda, who has been silent, has a bright eye, and Lin Chuan's sentence "With the goodness of all the people in mind, you also need the courage of a husband." It was like an initiation, opening another door to Confucianism and Taoism in Ruda's heart.

The aura that had been suppressed by him began to stir, and in the blink of an eye, it swept away, and the dark cyan aura centered on his body began to rotate, and as the speed became faster and faster, it finally turned into a whirlpool of literary qi.

The pillar of moonlight descending from the great star of Wenqu began to emit a large amount of literary qi independently, making up for the vortex of literary qi.

Yang Qian's face changed, and he shouted:

"Dharma Protector."

appeared in front of Luda in an instant, and Gu Rensheng also took Fang Zhong and Fang Yong to block him.

Lu Youran glanced at it with interest, turned his hand and threw out the leather whip in his hand, turned into a dark red ring to surround Luda, and said domineeringly:

"In my Wuji Sect, you can break through with peace of mind, and no one dares to do anything disagreeable in front of the sect master."

Ruda was still immersed in epiphany, deaf to the changes in the outside world, and his divine consciousness seemed to have really returned to the era of chaos and war among the countries, and followed Kong Sheng, who was even stronger than him, to travel around the world together.

Reason with the kings of various countries, reason with those who make sense, and talk about physics if they don't......

I don't know how long it took, the aura vortex that surrounded him finally glowed with a trace of blue light, which was a sign that he was about to step into the Qi Sea Realm, and everyone basically forgot that Wenbi was still continuing, and everyone focused their eyes on Ruda's body.

In Wenqu Lin, all the sages and ancient saints also stood silent, and it was also a great joy for them to see the breakthrough of the younger generations.

Kong Sheng stretched out his hand at Lin Chuan at this time, Lin Chuan subconsciously closed his eyes, waiting for the judgment of fate, but he only waited for a long time, but he only felt a warm feeling coming from the top of his head.

Kong Sheng actually touched his head as if he were stroking a small animal.

At the same time, Kong Sheng's voice also sounded in Lin Chuan's mind, but only Xiao Zuo heard his words:

"You junior, although you have no mouth, but you are very heartfelt, I will not punish you when you are young and ignorant, this time Wenbi even if he wins two out of three games, let it go."

Kong Shengyan said, waved his hand and put away the entire Wen Bamboo Forest, turned it into a ray of light like a substance, and threw it into the Wen Qi vortex above Luda's head.

"Lin Chuan, win!"

Lin Chuan didn't know what was going on, he only heard the word "win", and the space of Wenqu suddenly shattered, and the sages also turned into crumbs of light in the sky, and the dome of Chengqing Hall gradually returned to its original state.

This is the end of a Wenbi, but everyone has no time to react, because there is a huge sound of bells ringing in Ruda's body.

Sea of air, open!

Luda suddenly opened his eyes, and a touch of light blue swept under his eyes, and the strong man didn't say a word, and bowed deeply to Lin Chuan:

"The grace of enlightenment is never forgotten!"

The corners of Lin Chuan's eyes twitched a little, he really couldn't accept such an abrupt result, but he immediately bowed down and saluted:

"Brother Ruda is polite, this is your own creation."

Su Wenqun's face was as ugly as swallowing a fly alive, and he was a flower in the court, and he actually lost to the little-known Lin Chuan in Wenbi.

But it is precisely because he is the Tanhua of the dynasty that Wen Xin is so firm, otherwise he would have been slumped at this time, and it would be impossible to stare at Lin Chuan with hatred.

The face of the great monk was not much better, and when he saw Lin Chuan looking at him, he actually threw Bodhi Zi directly to him, and did not give Lin Chuan a chance to speak at all.

Lu Youran put away the leather whip, subconsciously shook it, and threw out a loud ...... Joyfully!