Old Master Dong picked up the bamboo cup that was no longer known but still green, like a new cup, lowered his head and took a sip of tea, there seemed to be a shallow smile on his face, the snow fell and the sky was falling in the old master Dong's natural view, but a dispensable farce was not enough for Old Master Dong to personally suppress the old drunkard who had been on the streets of the school palace for 80,000 years after 'drunk to death'.

80,000 years ago, after the person who left the Jixia School Palace after a fist and a sword with Dong Zhongshu, there was a terrifying turmoil in the Jixia School Palace.

Dong Zhongshu knew that he had been waiting for 80,000 years and was still watching, but he was afraid that he would not be able to wait for it in his life.

A white-clothed scholar with an umbrella under his arm walked slowly to the moral forest.

Daode Lin is said to be a forest, but there is no tree, not so much a forest is better called a bamboo sea, if you really want to say that the only thing that has anything to do with Lin can be only the countless tombstones that Lin Lin has erected. This is a sacred place that makes people all over the world rejoice. The sea of bamboo is not a purple bamboo that contains Wenyun in rumors, nor is it a descendant of the green bamboo before Hongmeng, but an ordinary bamboo without any peculiarities.

The white-clothed scholar stood under the green bamboo and raised his eyes to look at it, the bamboo that has been slightly old in this lesson has turned a little yellow, and the bamboo leaves have grown thin and short flower buds, and the bamboo will also bloom is just extremely rare, perhaps most people are rare in their lives.

The white-clothed scholar said softly: "Only when you die are you willing to blossom and bear fruit, if you suddenly leave the world, don't cut off the cultural context." The white-clothed scholar suddenly bent his hand, and the old bamboo instantly shattered, turned into a little green man, and fell weakly, and was buried by the heavy snow.

The white-clothed scholar clasped his hands together on his eyebrows and said to himself sincerely: "Sins, sins, sins." ”

"Enough fun?" Bamboo said indifferently.

The elusive white-clothed scholar turned around and bowed generously to the bamboo, the etiquette was exaggerated and clumsy, just like the children in the Jixia School Palace who had just learned the etiquette and did not make it standardized, but had to show off: "The student has seen Mr. Bamboo." ”

Zhujie was too lazy to take care of this set, and without the slightest intention of pleasing the only remaining heir of the Jixia School Palace, he left: "Enough fun, the master has been waiting for you for a long time, and the cultural context is not something you can touch now." ”

The white-clothed scholar never stood upright, and slowly turned around with the figure of the bamboo, until the bamboo completely disappeared into the winding and rugged bamboo sea path, and the white-clothed scholar slowly straightened up and muttered, "Remember, students." ”

The white-clothed scholar began to hurry, the so-called rush was actually just no stop-and-go and no looking around, it should be very slow. After walking through the outer bamboo sea and the dense stele forest, the white-clothed scholar arrived at the bamboo building in the sparse bamboo forest.

Outside the bamboo building, the old master Dong leaned over and waved to the white-clothed scholar behind him, and the white-clothed scholar walked over quickly, and after leaning the umbrella on the stone table, the white-clothed scholar carefully sorted out the clothes before sitting down.

Confucianism is good, but there is also an order, such as the filial piety of the father and the son, only the father and the son will be filial piety. What is the most widely spread in the world under the stick out of filial piety, can not be said to be a big mistake, but a big Miao can not run, children and grandchildren can be guided with a stick, this is 'teaching', so those gentlemen in the school private school will have a precept ruler in their hands, but everything is 'taught' out of filial piety, ordinary small mistakes 'training' is enough.

The word lesson first came from the mouth of Master Dong, although the teaching is in the front and the training is in the back, but who says that the teaching is just a stick and a ruler, the parent's appearance and rationality can also be taught, and the elders should lead by example in order to have the capital to teach others.

It's just that 90,000 years have passed, and the kings who inherited the fortune of heaven have changed a few times, and the word lesson has long since changed, and now it is still not something that he Dong Zhongshu can correct alone.

After the white-clothed scholar sat down, Old Master Dong nodded slightly and did not correct the details of the white-clothed scholar's etiquette, picked up the bamboo cup and took a small sip before saying: "The law of benevolence is in loving others, not loving me; The law of righteousness is in the right self, not in the right person. ”

The scholar in white looked down at the stone table and was silent for a long time, still unwilling to answer.

Old Master Dong sighed lightly and leaked the heavenly secret: "Jiang Ziwang's matter is the one in the Emperor Yuan Hall who is pressed by the general trend of heaven and earth, which is also the meaning of Ziwang. ”

The white-clothed scholar raised his head and said indifferently: "Heaven and earth are not allowed? ”

Old man Dong nodded and did not deny it.

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.

It's not just words.

On the day when the old children of the Emperor Yuan Hall were about to leave Jiang Ziwang, the two old guys who had never met for 90,000 had a 'cordial' conversation after Jiang Ziwang left.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the treasure of the Emperor Yuan Hall had already had signs, and Hu Qingzhu, who was the second enshrined in the Emperor Yuan Hall at that time, used the Great Dao as the base to peek into the sky, and the price was that the strongest Heavenly Eye recognized by the Three Thousand Dao Prefectures was completely wiped out.

At the cost of Hu Qingzhu's heart lake collapsing, the eye of heaven being annihilated, the Dao base being shattered and the countless rare treasures of the Emperor Yuan Palace, it was only a two-word proverb.

Eschatological.

The weight of these two words, Mo said that he couldn't bear ten hundred Dong Zhongshu.

And what the Emperor Yuan Hall has to do is to make up for the sky, this is definitely not something that can be completed overnight, and there are only a few people who can carry this banner after the great worship of the Emperor Yuan Palace.

Jixia School Palace, Jiang Ziwang is counted as one, and Sword Cat is also counted as one, but the latter's background is really weird, how dare the one in the Emperor Yuan Hall gamble.

He is sorry for all the people in the three thousand Dao Prefectures, but he is only worthy of this side of the Heaven and Earth Dao.

The scholar in white was unwilling; "What about the sword cat? Is heaven and earth intolerable? Notoriety? ”

Old Master Dong closed his eyes and said softly: "That's his fate, it's just the biggest game in the world, and no one can stop it." The tone of the last half sentence was undoubtedly a little heavier, and the white-clothed scholar, who was still emotional, was silent and no longer spoke.

Old Master Dong continued: "Scholars should not kill their thoughts, you can't do what others do, the leaders of the three thousand Daozhou literary circles, and the Confucian sages must not be contaminated in the slightest. Since Jiang Ziwang has left, I will ask you to be the standard of a future leader in the literary world, and you can grasp what you should do and what you shouldn't do, and you will be punished if you are wrong. ”

The white-clothed scholar stood up and bowed.

"Go and copy a copy of the article on the stele, and then come back to see me, and don't go out during the period."

"Yes." The white-clothed scholar left with a broken umbrella, and suddenly heard a sentence in his ears: If you have time to make a stone tablet, put some clothes in it, and the inscription is at your own discretion, and the signature is forgotten.

The white-clothed scholar was indifferent, stopped his depressed figure and turned to bow to his grandfather.

After the white-clothed scholar left, Zhujie appeared in front of the bamboo building out of thin air, looking at the white-clothed scholar with his back to Old Master Dong, and his originally cold eyes were a little complicated.

Old Master Dong stood on his knees and half took the cup of tea that the white-clothed scholar had only drunk a sip of, and took advantage of the bamboo knots to be unprepared and secretly scattered on the gravel road on the side, the old man who was called the master by the world was a little pleased: "The nameless monument, the nameless monument, the nameless monument hidden in the moral forest are all guys who have seen some shame but benefited from the world." ”

"Master, isn't he afraid of standing early?" The bamboo opening was still the cold tone that was cold to the bones, but it was a little more emotional than before.

After Jiang Ziwang and Sword Cat left the Jixia School Palace one after another, in fact, everyone's mood was more or less turbulent, the most obvious of which was the white-clothed scholar who forcibly probed the child's heart lake in front of Wuhu and the idea of breaking off the sword cat's cultural context that suddenly arose outside the moral forest.

And Old Master Dong's copying books on the wall is actually to suppress the strange mentality of the white-clothed scholars. Just like Zhujie said in front of Wuhu, the sword cat should not go, and Jiang Ziwang should not go, the former is to use the majestic majesty of the Jixia School Palace to eliminate the evil nature in the sword cat's heart, and the latter can definitely bring the Jixia School Palace to an unprecedented height, especially in the future.

I haven't seen the ancients before and I haven't seen the comers, Jiang Ziwang, who is in the Jixia School Palace, can afford this sentence.

And the white-clothed scholar, as the recognized Tanhua Lang of the Jixia School Palace, may have a great change in temperament because of the successive departures of the champion and the leader, and as the last young pillar of the Jixia School Palace, whether it is Zhujie or Old Master Dong, it must be strangled in the cradle.

"It's not early, and I'm afraid I won't be able to stand any later." Old Master Dong said bitterly, Jiang Ziwang is the way to continue the sky, and the sword cat is the way to govern the world, and these two lines are the road that stands after the break, whether it is in this life or the future life, they will be pointed out by thousands of people.

Old Master Dong, who had just drunk tea, was inexplicably astringent in his mouth, and could only look bitterly at the back of the monument keeper of Daode Lin, who said indifferently: "Daode Lin has no wine since ancient times, and I want to drink it." ”

The leader of the three thousand Daozhou literary circles could only smash it and smash it casually: "When that time comes, don't say it's that kid, even I can't stand the pressure of Jixia School Palace and the whole world to erect a monument for them, even if it is an empty wordless monument." ”

"You can't either?" Bamboo was a little distracted for a while, is it really going to reach the point where the whole world is not dying?

Suddenly, there was an explosion in the moral forest, and the sound was not loud, and the bamboo building could only listen to it in a daze, but the next one can be described as shocking, and the millions of green bamboos in the moral forest of the Jixia School Palace, which is known as the backbone of 100,000 readers, were bent down together!

The bamboo knot jumped into the air, hovering over the figure and looking at the deeper bamboo sea, there was no bamboo standing upright as far as the eye could see, and millions of green bamboos were ambushed. The stone monument, which is not usually visible, is now like a bamboo shoot that has broken the ground, which makes it clear at a glance.

Zhujie's right hand was raised above the top, and he slowly held it as if he was holding something, and pressed down with great effort, until his right fist was level with his abdomen, and the tide of Fuzhu, which was originally spreading out like ripples in the water, completely stopped, and after doing all this, Zhujie looked back at the meditating master: "Master? ”

Old Master Dong pushed away the bamboo cup that had run out of water and slowly got up, and the million overwhelmed green bamboos also slowly stood upright.

The king of people, Gao Yang Shaohao, erected the backbone of the human race with Wen Zhangyi and Wu Li Mu, and his old master alone did not stand up the backbone of the world's scholars with the strength of one person!

After Old Master Dong settled, Zhuhai also returned to his previous proud and upright scene, and the smiling old man squinted his eyes and asked How many times has this been.

Zhujie looked solemnly at the deepest part of the bamboo sea, and his cold tone contained this deep worry: "Twelfth." ”

The white-clothed scholar who had already laid out the paper and started the pen but was disturbed by the chaos and could only sit on the snow on the ground, crossed his fingers and said to himself: "Ninety-nine to the extreme, ninety-nine to the extreme, there are still six times left." ”

On the nameless stele in front of him, I don't know when it was erected, there are only twenty words on the front.

There are no heroes in the world, so the erector became famous. I sharpen the sword of eternity, and I wish to become the name of eternity. ’