Once the ancestral land of Louguan Taoism, Taibai Mountain, said that in the platform, on a high platform.

Two "scholars" are kneeling.

The venue was silent, and thousands of people were silent.

The Taoist gentleman lost, the Confucian Zhao Ziyu, the "body uses one source theory", the Lanxi Lin clan actually won, and the ......

The crowd is still savoring and digesting.

The applause that should have been given after the end of the third talk did not come, and at this moment, silence is the highest reverence.

It's just that after a while, outside the Jingtai, or Luojing City outside Taibai Mountain, there was a burst of noise that still made people frown and feel noisy even if it was hundreds of miles away and took several breaths to spread in the air.

But it further set off the silence in the scripture platform.

Still no one spoke.

Some swallowed their saliva, some looked at each other, some held their breath, some burst into tears, and some trembled......

Hidden under the silence is a storm brewing.

There are joys and sorrows, but people's joys and sorrows are not the same, most people are indifferent, only chasing the strong who win, and abandoning the weak husband who fails.

The first to break the silence was still a small applause in the wide field, from a little fox demon who slapped red with a small hand and a red face.

Su Xiaoxiao, who was dressed in pink, applauded slightly, tilted her head, and looked intently at the silhouette on the stage that tugged at her heart.

The little girl smiled happily and was full of energy, "Win, win, Zhao Rong won!"

A soft and gentle voice echoed in the pulpit platform.

"Pap, papa, pa——!"

The next moment, thunderous applause greeted him, overwhelming, as if to overturn the entire venue and shatter the white clouds of the nine heavens.

"Win, we won, we really won!" Lin Qingxuan muttered to himself at first, but then his voice became louder and louder, tears slid down to his chin, and he hissed his throat, but his voice was still drowned in deafening applause.

Lin Qingxuan turned his head sharply to look at his brother beside him, only to see that his eyes were bloodshot, his chest was rising and falling at the moment, his expression was stunned, he moved his mouth, and seemed to say something, but at this time he was drowned in the sea of applause, and no one knew anymore.

Lin Wenruo's chest suddenly rose and fell violently, and he exhaled the turbidity in his chest hard, he looked at his friend who got up after the salute on the stage, licked his dry lips, lowered his head, raised his right hand and stretched out a finger, raised horizontally, and rubbed his eyes.

The next moment, the head of the Lanxi Lin clan, one of the future helmsmen of the mountain in the south of the mountain, slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of ancient well-free eyes, and turned his head to look at the hundreds of Taoist priests who were not far away.

His eyes were like the eyes of a hunter who was attacked by a tiger in the deep mountains of Zhongnan Kingdom, and finally picked up the cold blade that fell to the ground with scars, and slowly walked towards the beast that was also injured.

If it is said that the Jingtai is a sea of storms, then the place where the audience is is an abyss thousands of feet away from the sea, dark, depressing, and trembling.

Something called fear, like a dark tide, surging in the abyss.

Hundreds of blue-clothed Taoist priests looked around in horror, helpless.

Qing Yuanzi's expression was dull, his head swayed from side to side, but his eyes were nailed to someone on the stage, his thin lips trembled, and his voice was hoarse and inaudible.

"No, no, we didn't lose, how could we lose, fake, fake, that bullshit 'body uses one source to say' it's fake, it's all fake, you're all cheating......"

And beside him, there was a figure that was even more shaky.

Qingjingzi's face was as pale as paper, his face was sweating, and he subconsciously retreated, as if he wanted to stay away from the high platform that had broken off the thousand-year-old foundation of Chong Xuguan.

Suddenly, a terrible chill welled up in his heart, and he looked around blankly, bumping into the calm eyes of a certain Confucian student.

Qingjingzi shuddered suddenly, and the rosary in his hand fell to the ground.

At this time, Zhao Rong didn't know that so many things were happening in the audience, and after he saluted and got up, he just wanted to get off the stage immediately and beat Su Xiaoxiao.

You're shouting so loudly that you're going to die, for fear that everyone won't know that this son won?

Zhao Rong shook his head, pursed his lips, swallowed the blood in his mouth, and was about to say goodbye and step down, but the Taoist gentleman in front of him suddenly spoke.

"You don't belong here. ”

Zhao Rong's expression was grim, his eyes narrowed slightly, but he was relieved in the next second, because this was only half a sentence.

"You should go to the Jixia School Palace. ”

As soon as Zhao Rong wanted to speak, he saw Tao Yuanran make another inexplicable move.

I saw that this Taoist gentleman suddenly turned pale, bent down and knelt on the ground, and bowed three times and nine bows to him.

Zhao Rong's eyelids jumped, and he was a little caught off guard.

At the same time, the applause in the arena had stopped, but the noise that had just risen was like a wave hitting a reef and crashing into pieces.

seems to have been attracted by this strange scene on stage.

Zhao Rong glanced left and right, and with a gaze that made him feel embarrassed, he walked forward quickly, ready to help the old man of Nanhua scarf.

But he suddenly caught a glimpse of the frightened eyes of the 61 layman.

Is that...... Throw yourself behind him.

Zhao Rong turned around abruptly.

Behind.

There was a strange old man standing.

The costume is bizarre.

Eyes are blank.

is looking at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong was taken aback.

Where did this old man come from? Why didn't he make any noise at all?

Just in the next second, his breath was suffocated.

Because this strange old man has no shadow in the sun!

Suddenly, a chill crept down his spine and climbed to the back of his head.

At this moment, there is a deathly silence in the audience.

Everyone who witnessed the strange old man suddenly appearing behind Zhao Rong was shocked.

It's not because they don't know this strange old man, on the contrary, they are very familiar with him, and even everyone who passes by Zhongnan Mountain will know him.

Or from the nursery rhymes of rural children, or from the chatter of the people of Luojing after tea and dinner, or from the rumors circulating on the mountain, or from the cliff carving in a hurry on a moonlit night......

"How could this existence appear here?" Lin Qingxuan's tone was shocked, "It's still daylight!"

Lin Wenruo next to him didn't speak, because he didn't know why this existence, which had never appeared in the white sun for thousands of years and had left the cliff, suddenly appeared.

He looked at Zhao Rong on the stage worriedly.

"Ancestor. ”

The old man of Nanhua knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and spoke in a deep voice, respectfully.

The strange old man was still staring at Zhao Rong blankly, his calm face was calm and unwavering, and he turned a deaf ear.

Call.

But Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, it's not an inexplicable dirty thing, wait, ancestor?

Zhao Ronggang's slightly relieved heart hung again.

"What is inaction, and why is nothing?"

The strange old man suddenly spoke, his tone was puzzled, as if he was asking someone, and as if he was asking himself.

"What?" Zhao Rong was stunned.

The strange old man didn't repeat it, but turned around and walked away.

Tao Yuanran got up and followed.

Zhao Rong had a flash of inspiration in his mind, remembering the story of the old man carved on a moonlit night by Liu Sanbian to him when he first entered Zhongnan Mountain, and remembered the "question of inaction".

The young Confucian suddenly raised his head, and the ghost sent the god to say: "Why do nothing? ”

This is actually the argument he has just argued in his argument.

The strange old man suddenly stopped, turned his back to Zhao Rong, and opened his mouth in confusion, but this time he only asked half a sentence.

"What is inaction?"

Zhao Rong was silent for a moment, thinking of all the things that had happened in Zhongnan Kingdom over the past few days, staring, and said seriously:

"Those who do nothing do not mean to attract but not come, push but not go, force but not respond, feel but not move, stagnate but not flow, and hold but not disperse. ”

It is said that his private ambition is not fair, his lust is not in vain, he acts according to reason, he makes meritorious contributions because of his qualifications, he does not cut down his body when he succeeds, and he has no fame for his achievements. ”

As soon as these words came out, the strange old man fell silent.

For a while, no one on the field spoke, and they were all silently watching this rare scene in a thousand years.

“...... The success is not lost, and the merit is not famous. A certain Confucian thought silently in his heart, his eyes flickering.

He knew something, and this was also a sincere warning from that friend.

The real Taoist "Wu Wei", in the eyes of his friend, is not to do nothing, to leave nothing alone, just like the Zhongnan Kingdom under the control of Chong Xuguan before today, the monks and hermits are fascinated by the landscape, and its beautiful name is "Wu Wei".

And it is not as fierce as his previous implementation of the new law, leaving no room for mercy, and the methods are cruel.

It is to do things without selfishness, have desires and not follow evil paths, follow the rules to do things, rely on ability to do things, achieve things without harming themselves, and make meritorious contributions without losing fame and reputation.

In short, "doing nothing" is just not doing things that go against the natural avenue, so that we can "do nothing", that is, everything we do is in accordance with the nature of the avenue.

The elder sighed.

I don't know how long it has been, it may be just a moment, or it may be eternal.

The strange old man, who had no shadow in the sun, had his head slightly downward.

"Good. ”

This is the ninth word of the strange old man for thousands of years, in addition to the "question of inaction" that he has said.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips.

Sounds of horror came from all directions.

In front of him, I saw the strange old man's hands folded in his sleeves, suddenly separated, and a dry right hand that was as clear as jade was poked out, and in the air beside him, he gently grabbed it in a certain direction.

In the distance, there seems to be something shaking the earth.

There was a slight tremor on the high platform.

The sound of cracking rocks followed.

The next moment, on the horizon, two purple qi came south.

Like the tail of a meteor comet, it "crashes into" the scripture platform.

The strange old man folded his hands together again, turned and took a step, but his body suddenly melted into a crystal light from top to bottom, and after three steps, only a cluster of stars remained in the air.

Tao Yuanran raised his hand, put the projection fragment of the old ancestor of the Tao family, who was the first deputy head of the Louguan Taoist sect, into his palm, glanced at Zhao Rong, stepped away, and continued to go north.

Zhao Rong was left alone on the high platform.

Oh, by the way, and the two purple qi beside him.

Like a living thing.

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PS: The last two are a little later... Don't wait