The willow tree has mottled bark and looks extremely old, as if it has been thousands of years old, and the top of the branches hangs down with thousands of branches and leaves, which looks extremely magnificent.

The whole willow tree is withered except for a few branches, although it is the season of growth of all things, but the huge willow tree in front of him is full of a strong breath of death. Moreover, there seemed to be an invisible barrier around the willow tree, and the rich literary aura in the Temple of Literature was all shut out, and there was no trace of going deep into the willow tree.

Not only that, looking at this big willow tree, Chen Shaojun had a strange feeling in his heart, and he always felt that the big tree in front of him was completely different from the other trees around him.

Chen Shaojun became more and more curious in his heart, and subconsciously took a step forward and walked towards the big willow tree.

"What is this?"

Just a few steps away from the willow tree, Chen Shaojun was stunned in his heart, and stopped steeply, just at the bottom of the willow tree, Chen Shaojun saw a stone tablet with two square characters written on it,—— stopped.

"This was left by the emperor of my Great Shang Dynasty decades ago, perhaps to protect this Wen tree. There are many trees in the Temple of Literature, but the most important thing is this Wen Tree, which cannot be compared to the books in the library. If you look closely, you'll see something unusual about it. ”

At this moment, a voice came from behind him. I saw a figure, dressed in green clothes, slowly walked over, and when he saw the white jade ring ruler in the man's hand, Chen Shaojun immediately understood.

See Master. ”

The white jade ring ruler is in the Temple of Literature, only the master who patrols the field has it, first, to urge the students, and secondly, if the students of the Temple of Literature violate the rules, the master can also use the white jade ring ruler in his hand to warn those students, and even expel them from the Temple of Literature.

"You are Chen Shaojun. ”

The master looked at Chen Shaojun, and a hint of color flashed in his eyes:

"I heard about what you did during the day, the mountains look up, the scenery stops, yes, you have such an understanding, you are indeed qualified. ”

The patrol master made no secret of his admiration and praise.

The Master praised it. ”

Chen Shaojun hurriedly saluted and said humbly.

"Well, don't be arrogant or impatient, you have this mentality, and your future learning is limitless. ”

The master put his hands behind his back, nodded, his eyes swept over the tall willow tree, and he couldn't help but sigh deeply again:

It is rumored that this willow tree was planted by the Confucian and Taoist sages of the former dynasty thousands of years ago, and was taught by the sages. ”

"This willow tree is one of the sacred relics of our Wendao, but a hundred years ago, I don't know what happened, this willow tree is like a demon, gradually losing its vitality, the leaves are withering, the roots are withering, day after day. In the past few years, it has been even more lifeless, showing signs of complete death. ”

"Maybe this is also due to the number of qi, you have an excellent understanding, you must study hard in the Temple of Literature, so as not to live up to your spirituality. ”

The patrol master said, took a step, and left quickly, only Chen Shaojun's eyes were surprised, and he looked at the big willow tree in front of him again.

For some reason, standing in front of this big tree, Chen Shaojun felt that there seemed to be a dark mood lingering around him, revealing an indescribable regret and loss.

"What the hell is going on?"

Chen Shaojun raised his head and thought for a long time, but he never understood the essentials, so he could only sigh deeply and quickly walked out.

The night is deep, the Temple of Literature is lit up, and there are still many students in the library and the school day and night, figuring out the essence.

Throughout the Temple of Literature, there are all kinds of recited verses.

"Bell!"

As soon as the hour passed, a clear bell chime sounded through the void and resounded throughout the Temple of Literature.

This is a signal that all the students in the Temple of Literature are ready to go to bed.

The sunrise and sunset rest, the Temple of Literature has the rules of the Temple of Literature, the body of the literati is not comparable to the martial artist after all, not so strong, so it is not advocated to read at night, and one relaxation is the way to last.

......

Soon, there was silence in the entire Temple of Literature.

And at this moment, in another place, the patrol master who met Chen Shaojun in the evening held a white jade ring ruler and walked straight to an inconspicuous thatched hall in the Temple of Literature.

In front of the thatched hall, the master straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, and then crossed the threshold and walked in.

There was nothing special in the thatched hall, there was an oil lamp on the table, a wooden chair next to it, a low bookshelf, and everything else was empty, and it looked extremely plain.

But on the wooden chair, an old man in a wide blue robe, with three long wisps of beard, sat upright, looking at the scroll in his hand by the light of an oil lamp.

The old man stood still, his waist straight, like a gun stuck there, but the aura in his body was vast, as vast as a sea of smoke, and even showed the phantom of the Dao Smoke.

"Chen Dansheng has seen Master Zhu. ”

At the gate, the master straightened his clothes, looked at the old man in front of him, and saluted respectfully, his eyes full of respect.

There is a sequence of arts, there are high and low levels of literature, and the master's attainments in literature and Taoism are already extremely profound, but he knows that the person in front of him, regardless of the depth of knowledge or the depth of his literary style, is far more than himself.

Because the other party is a real Confucian!

Wenqi Jiudou is for the master!

Further ahead is a natural barrier, which is difficult to move an inch. If you can't cross it, you can only be a master if you stay here for the rest of your life, and if you cross it, it will be a generation of Confucianism.

Although the two are only one layer apart, they are the difference between heaven and earth.

In order to reach the level of Confucianism, you have your own unique understanding of the essence of the sages, and you can write books and talk about them.

This is something that the vast majority of people in Wendao do not have.

There are thousands of students in literature and Taoism, but there are very few who can reach the level of Confucianism.

And the great Confucian in front of him is concentrating on learning, even for the master, it is difficult to see it in ordinary times.

"No need to be polite, come in. ”

After the oil lamp, Master Zhu was still engrossed in the scroll in his hand, and he didn't even raise his head:

"How's it going?"

"Back to Master Zhu, everything is as usual in the Temple of Literature, and we are supervising them every day, and we dare not slack off. ”

The Master bowed and said.

In the Temple of Literature, the daily patrol supervises, maintains order, and answers questions, and most of the students can only come into contact with the level of the Master, but in fact, the great Confucians are the real leaders of the Temple of Literature.

Hearing this, Zhu Shi put down the scroll in his hand and raised his head:

"By the way, during this time, have you found any talented and outstanding students?"

In addition to being quiet, the Temple of Literature is an excellent place to devote oneself to study, sponsoring and teaching students from all over the world, and one of the most important tasks is to discover those rising stars in literature and Taoism, and vigorously cultivate them, in order to become the backbone of Confucianism and Taoism in the future.

In the past, Master Confucius traveled all over the world, and all the seventy-two disciples under his disciple came from this.

This is also a tradition of Confucianism and Taoism.

"This ...... The previous Jingyue prodigy Wang Xiaonian, Zhu Shi had already seen it, and apart from him, there was no special person found in the Temple of Literature for the time being. ”

The master pondered for a moment and then said.

"That Jingyue prodigy can write poems at the age of three, and can make splendid articles at the age of five, and he is born with a high-quality crown 'horn hanging book', which is highly respected in the land of Jingyue, and this kind of prodigy is rare to see in a hundred years, and other students cannot be measured by his standards. ”

"This kind of genius is certainly beneficial to my Wendao, but the prosperity of Wendao still needs those students who are slightly less qualified, but also have outstanding talents in Wendao. ”

Zhu Shidao.

"Master Zhu taught a lesson. ”

The master hurriedly bowed down and said respectfully.

"Let's go, Confucianism and Taoism pay attention to practice, it's past the third month, you can go out with me for a walk, see what their qualifications are, and also examine their reading results during this time. ”

"Yes!"

The two of them walked out of the cottage one after the other.

Confucianism and Taoism do not often appear in the Temple of Literature, but they must appear once every three months to investigate the knowledge of the students of the Temple of Literature and discover the rising generations among them.

There was silence in the Temple of Literature, the lights went out, it was pitch black, and even a slight breathing sound could be heard.

Master Zhu's gaze swept around and nodded slightly.

"Let's get started. ”

Confucianism and Taoism do not need to be interviewed and studied, but there is another wonderful method.

The next moment, I saw Master Zhu's body straighten slightly, his eyes opened and closed, and a blazing light burst out like a bright moon hanging high, and the originally quiet Temple of Literature was also turned upside down in an instant, and suddenly changed.

The Temple of Literature is still the Temple of Literature, but in the eyes of Master Zhu, it suddenly became as bright as day.

And almost at the same time, the eyes of the master on the side also burst into light, although not as bright as Master Zhu, but also eye-catching.

Hope!

This is a kind of Confucianism and Taoism ability, after the Wen Qi reaches a bucket, the Wen Qi is poured into the eyes, and the world in front of you will be turned upside down, and at the same time, it has a special ability to see the depth of the Wen Qi in the other party's body, and you can also perceive the aura in the other party's body, so as to judge the merits of the qualification.

Ordinary people can only vaguely see the vague tone and aura when they look at it, but when it comes to Master Zhu, everything is meticulously visible, and what they see is much more detailed.

In just a moment, as far as Zhu Shi could see, he saw that the billowing black smoke was as straight as a pillar, bursting out of the wings of the Temple of Literature, penetrating the sky.

These black gases are of different heights, some have just revealed a few inches from the ridge of the roof, and some have rushed up more than ten zhang high, rolling and swinging, extremely amazing.

When Zhu Shi saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh deeply, the black qi was rolling, representing the spiritual dust, dull, and the thicker the black qi, the worse the qualification and potential.

Wendao is different from martial arts, as long as martial arts are diligent enough, they can continue to improve, at least they can reach a certain height and achievement.

But Wendao is not like this, his understanding is not enough, his qualifications are dull, even if he is poor, it is difficult to achieve success, and it is not uncommon for him to stay in the realm of "schoolchildren" at the age of sixty.

But if the comprehension is extremely high, once he has an epiphany, even a boy may become a generation of grandmasters.

That Jingyue prodigy Wang Xiaonian is a typical example.

The master was listening on the side, his expression was tense, most of them had mediocre qualifications, even he couldn't change this.

But as the overseer of the Temple of Literature, the master is obviously to blame, and this is his fault.

The two of them continued to walk forward, and after a while, they saw a little light like fireflies, suddenly seeping out from under the roof tiles, and the fluorescence and black smoke were mixed together, which looked quite eye-catching.