Chapter 373 "Song of Righteousness" is now, gather Haoran righteousness!

On the execution ground, Jiang Han held the pen in his hand, recalling the time when he was imprisoned in the cell, his talent gathered, he concentrated on the pen, and wrote with a pen:

"Yu prisoner in the north courtyard, sit in a dirt room. The room is eight feet wide and can be four fathoms deep. The single door is low, the white room is short and narrow, and the dirt is dark and dark. ”

The cell in which he was imprisoned was only eight feet wide and four fathoms deep, with a single door and a narrow white wooden window, and it was filthy and dark.

"On this summer day, all the breaths are clear: the rain is four sets, the floating beds are a few times, and the time is the water vapor; Painted mud for half a dynasty, steaming and soaking, when it is rustic; At first glance, it is hot and hot, the wind duct is blocked, and it is the sun; The eaves are yin, which promotes the abuse of fire, and sometimes it is fire; The warehouse is rotten, Chen Chen is pressing, and the time is rice gas; The shoulders are miscellaneous, the sweat is dirty, and the time is popular; or clumping, or destroying corpses, or rotting rats, and the evil gas is mixed up, and when it is filthy. Stacking is a number of gases, and those who deserve it are rarely powerful. And to be weak, to be in the midst of ......"

Jiang Han paid full attention, quickly put down the pen, and wrote about his experience in prison during this time.

There were feces, carrion, dead rats, and the stench in the prison, and in such an environment, few prisoners could not get sick, and although he was a Confucian and weak, he was not sick in such an environment.

"It's a matter of being nourished. But also know what to raise? Mencius said: 'I am good at nurturing my heroic spirit. 'There are seven of his qi, one of my qi, and one enemy of seven, what trouble will I have! Those who are in a state of prosperity are the righteousness of heaven and earth, and they are a song of righteousness. ”

When Jiang Han finished writing this self-preface, a faint white light appeared on the piece of clothing.

Ji Que and Xu Yuemian next to him were very disappointed, because he saw Jiang Hanyang writing two or three hundred words freely, but only a faint white light appeared.

Not even a vision, at most only a slight talent.

This kind of talent can be written by an ordinary person.

Could it be that this period of imprisonment finally wore away the talent of this Confucian and Taoist genius.

In addition to some noble children, there were also people from the Confucian family who were present, just to see how miserable this once radiant Confucian genius died.

The corners of Kong Wuming's mouth sneered, looking at this scene, not to mention how happy he was, Jiang Han, who had been against him for so long, finally killed himself!

Of course, in this conspiracy against Jiang Han, the Kong family also contributed a lot, otherwise it would be impossible for so many people to suddenly jump out of the court to impeach Jiang Han!

"Jiang Han, no matter how much you write today, it won't save you!" Kong Wuming looked away, and saw two or three hundred small characters densely written on his robe, but he was only weak, and his heart was even happier, and he couldn't help but smile.

If it weren't for the unsuitable venue, he would have laughed out loud.

At this moment, Jiang Han took a deep breath and spit out heavily, as if he was about to spit out the depression of this time.

He recalled the experience of this life, the black and white of good and evil in this world, and the perception of the gentleman in prison.

Then, he said heavily: "Everyone in the world is turbid, and all living beings are drunk." In this world, black and white are reversed, right and wrong are not distinguished, good and evil are confused, the temple of the well-dressed beast is the official, and the monkey is crowned by the palace. ”

"Jiang Han's book "Song of Righteousness", the tree is heroic and upright, dividing the black and white of the world, and the turbidity of the universe!"

Jiang Han's voice fell, and then the blood-stained brush in his hand also wrote ten words:

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds."

When these two lines of poetry were about to come out, the breath of his whole body was flowing, and then it actually drove the true qi vitality in the air of Fang Yuan, forming a terrifying vortex around Jiang Han.

Rumble!

An incomparably huge white light actually poured out from Jiang Han's body, shooting straight at the bullfight!

The next moment in the noon sky, lead clouds gathered, and in an instant it turned into night.

The temples in Kyoto shook violently like an earthquake.

The bell chimes between the temples also trembled at this moment!

Not only Kyoto, but also the prefectures outside Kyoto, temples dedicated to saints trembled!

It instantly caused the shock of countless great confucians.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Why did the temple shake?"

"Oh my God, who caused such a vision? Could it be that the article was born all over the world? ”

In the Taixue Mansion, in the palace of the king.

Zhong Fujun suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes went straight for several miles, and when he saw the execution ground, after seeing those two poems, the whole person trembled, and then let out an exclamation: "This is Haoran righteousness?!" ”

Haoran righteousness has rarely been cultivated since ancient times.

Because this qi represents the most rigid and yang, the most pure and righteous qi in the world.

In the execution ground.

Such a strange scene instantly made Qin Shangshu of the Criminal Department stand up from his chair, his face was shocked, and his eyes suddenly shrank: "How did the true yuan of this heaven and earth gather so quickly?" Why is there such a vision? He...... What is he writing! ”

Qin Shangshu's eyes narrowed, his talent gathered, and he looked towards the robe in front of Jiang Han.

As one of the six Shangshu of the current dynasty, Qin Zhiqiu rarely had someone who couldn't see through it, but when he looked at the robe, he only saw a dazzling white light, which forced his eyes to hurt, and it was difficult to look directly!

Qin Zhiqiu hurriedly gathered his talents, focused on his eyes, and finally saw ten words, but when he only saw these ten words, his heart turned upside down.

Heaven and earth have righteousness, mixed with manifolds?

What a deafening sound!

Jiang Han didn't notice the reaction of others at this time, let alone the appearance of the vision, he was only writing this "Song of Righteousness" wholeheartedly, writing the feelings in his heart.

With his pen and stroke, a poem for the ages was written from his pen!

"The lower part is the river mountain, and the upper part is the sun star. It is said that it is Haoran, and it is full of gloom. ”

"The imperial road should be cleared, and the Ming Court will be contained and studied. When the poor festival is seen, one by one. In Qi Tai Shi Jian, in Jin Dong Fox Pen.

"In Qin Zhang Liangzhi, in the Han Su Wu Festival. For General Yan's head, for Ji's blood. For Zhang Suiyang's teeth, for Yan Changshan's tongue.

"Or for the Liaodong hat, clear the ice and snow. Or for the teacher's table, the ghosts and gods weep strongly. Or to cross the river, generously swallow the hu. ”

“……”

With Jiang Han's writing, the true qi and vitality within a radius of ten miles turned into a majestic white light, surrounding Jiang Han's body, endlessly.

In an instant, a voice like Hong Zhong Dalu sounded in this heaven and earth.

The voice seemed to come from above the nine heavens, every word was beautiful, with a deafening power!

East Palace.

"What's going on? Why do you want the sound to come? ”

Knowing that Jiang Han was going to be killed today, a person who hated to the bone was finally going to die, the prince was happy, and he was about to be a lucky and delicate palace maid, but who knew that he had just done it halfway, and he heard this voice like Hong Zhong Dalu.

The prince rolled out of bed, hurriedly got dressed, and when he left the room, he shouted to the guards: "Check! Check it out for me! ”

His face was gloomy, and he felt faintly uneasy in his heart, the last time this kind of thing happened was the song "Man Jianghong", and that poem was written by Jiang Han.

Today should be the day when Jiang Han is beheaded, and this kind of vision appears, and it is difficult not to associate this vision with Jiang Han.

The Royal Palace, the Imperial Study.

The Emperor walked out of the room and looked at the sky with deep eyes.

Such a vision, could it be that Jiang Han made it again?

"Cao An, go and check."

Gonggong Cao, who was behind him, sang a promise and turned to leave.

Outside of Kyoto, the ancestral hall of the Confucian family suddenly shook, and the ten elders of the Confucian family were shocked in an instant.

And then, a Confucian of the Confucian family discovered that the holy statue in the ancestral hall was cracked!

A voice rang out.

"Or to strike the thief's wat and crack the reverse vertical head. It is majestic and majestic. When it runs through the sun and the moon, life and death are sufficient. ”

"The earth is based on it, and the heavenly pillar is respected. The three outlines are really life, and morality is the root. It is not effective to give Yang Jiu, and it is really ineffective. ”

"Chu was imprisoned and sent to the poor north. The woks are as sweet as gluttony, and they can't get it. The hell house is full of ghost fires, and the spring courtyard is closed and dark. ”

"Niu Ji has the same soap, and chickens eat phoenixes. Once covered with fog and dew, it was divided into barren ditches. In this way, no matter how cold and hot it is, it is easy to find its own. ”

"Sorry for the frustration of the field, for my peace and happiness. How can he be skillful, yin and yang cannot be thieves. Looking at this, look up at the clouds. ”

"My heart is sad, and the sky is very bright. The philosopher's day is far away, and the punishment is in the past. The wind eaves show books and read, and the ancient road shines in color. ”

“……”

"Righteous song? Who wrote this poem that caused the ancestral hall to shake? The Holy Duke of Kong Jiayan looked at the cracked icons between the ancestral halls and was shocked.

This has not been the case for thousands of years.

"The icon is cracked, this poem must be 'passed down to the world', quickly find out who wrote it!" A Confucian shouted.