Chapter 55: If a dream is born, don't forget your original intention

"Boy, what's your name?" Xiangjiang Sanyou stared at Yun Fengbai for a long time and finally spit out this sentence, and Yun Fengbai calmed down after experiencing a period of initial excitement, looking at the three of them who were neither flat nor high-pitched and replied: "My surname is Yun, Yunfeng Bai, the wind is blowing clouds, the phoenix is flying, and the rooster is singing the white of the world!"

This introduction is full of pride, the pride that belongs to Yun Fengbai!

Even if you are a generation of Tianjiao, what if you stand at the top of the world in the future? Yun Fengbai is not inferior to you at this moment, and his achievements in the future may not be lower than you!

Now he doesn't have half of the confusion in his mind about why he came to this world, he just wants to do one thing with the three people in front of him - talk about the Tao!

"Sir, do you have a table word?" Xiao Zisheng seemed to see Yun Fengbai's pride, and preemptively spoke: "In the next Xiao Zisheng's word Xuyang, these two are my classmate and best friend Li Desheng's character Ziren, Cai and Sen's character Zeyin."

Xiao Zisheng originally had good intentions, after all, Yun Fengbai and Li Desheng were extremely proud and collided with excellent young people, and the final result was mostly unhappy, but he didn't think of a problem, that is, Yun Fengbai did not express his words.

However, Yun Fengbai did not answer directly, but thought about it, and seemed to say thoughtfully: "The boy is determined to go out of the countryside, and he vows not to return if he can't learn to become famous; Call me Qingshan, Yun Qingshan!"

"That's very good. Cai Hesen glanced at Yun Fengbai, and suddenly said high-spiritedly: "If today's troubled times, my generation of men should read thousands of books, and cultivate themselves outside the line, and rule the country and the world with their own strength, dare to ask Qingshan if there is a word and a half to teach me?"

Yun Fengbai was stunned for a while, and it was only after a while that it was screened, this is Cai Hesheng asking his views on the current situation and his own ambitions, this is when he remembered that today should be the famous Xiangjiang Sanmou in history, that is, today the three friends of Xiangjiang began to part ways, and they all made great contributions to the development of China, and Yunfengbai was naturally extremely happy to participate in this prosperous world, but... I really wanted him to say something right away, but he couldn't say half a word!

After thinking about it, Yun Fengbai still lowered his head and said dejectedly: "I haven't figured it out yet, can you wait!"

The three of them looked at each other, and they didn't seem to expect that this little gentleman, who had only known each other for a short time, but had never thought about this problem in terms of conversation and cultivation, but Cai Hesen laughed and put a step up for Yun Fengbai and said: "In this way, let's talk about my ambition first, and it can be regarded as throwing bricks and attracting jade."

Cai Hesen, who helps the people of the world, Xiao Zisheng, who hopes that everyone in the world will have books to read, and Li Desheng, who is suddenly arrogant, plays the sword and sings, Yun Fengbai seems to feel that he has unconsciously integrated into the fate of the tragic times of this country, or perhaps? This feeling of blood boiling has never disappeared in the hearts of Chinese people, as long as Huashan still stands for a day, and the summer water still flows for a while, the blood that can burn the sky and boil the sea will be ignited again without hesitation as long as it is slightly on-demand.

Looking at Li Desheng, Cai Hesen, and Xiao Zisheng, the most elite characters of the previous era, looking at their eyes expectantly, Yun Fengbai suddenly seemed to understand something, and also laughed and slapped the edge of the low table with his palm and sang a song that no one may know in this era, but everyone in another world is familiar with:

I drank Changsha water and ate Wuchang fish.

Thousands of miles of the Yangtze River crossed, and the eyes of Chu Tianshu were extremely eye-catching.

Regardless of the wind and waves, it is better than a leisurely stroll, and today you have to be free.

The son said on the river: The deceased is like Sifu!

The wind moves, the turtle and snake are quiet, and the ambition is ambitious.

A bridge flies north and south, and the moat becomes a thoroughfare.

The stone wall of the Xijiang River is erected, the Wushan Mountain is cut off, and the high gorge is out of the Ping Lake.

The goddess should be unharmed, and the world should be shocked.

This simple little word, but he recited it three times, each time, the pride in his heart became stronger, every year a sentence around the space shattered an inch, when the pride in his chest grew to the extreme, this intact space should also become gone, and Cai and Sen's expectant eyes seemed to melt into a pair of blazing eyes, across the world, across the thousands of voids have been looking at Yun Fengbai.

Huang Sanjia sighed, picked up the rest of Yun Fengbai's drink again, and drank it all before chanting

The world pushes physics, life is expensive and comfortable, and it wants to rise and fall like a creation in the world.

Ji Zang is fierce. Fierce Hidden Ji.

How can wealth grow rich, the sun is brave, the moon is full and the clouds are eclipsed, and the underground is southeast.

The sky is high in the northwest, and there is no complete body in the world.

Spread into the frown, rest and be idle.

Today's face is older than yesterday.

The past and the present must be as the past and the present, and we must know everything.

The virtuous and the foolish, the poor and the rich.

At the end of the day, it is impossible to escape that day.

Once used, once cheap.

100 years old, 70 rare.

Rapid years, surging water.

The voice was vast and simple, Yun Fengbai woke up eagerly and couldn't hear it clearly, he could only see Huang Sanjia standing on Yunmengze alone, but it seemed that the entire Yunmeng Lake couldn't accommodate him, and finally the thousands of words were at a loss, and the immortal demeanor of a reed turned into a long sigh: "And floating life is like a dream, for joy, and if a dream is like a floating life, don't forget your original intention!"

The ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, where the dragons of the world converge, and where the three thousand years of history precipitated, Yandu seems to have suffered from the love of Zhong Lingyuxiu and the ups and downs of the world at the moment of his birth, and its topography is high in the northwest and low in the southeast. The west is the west mountain of the remaining veins of the Taihang Mountain Range, the north is the Jundu Mountain of the Yanshan Mountain Range, the two mountains intersect in the Nankou ditch, forming a semicircular mountain bend that unfolds to the southeast, which has a bit of the meaning of exhausting the world's feng shui.

Zhong Yuanmou stood in Zhongnanhai, the most central part of Yandu, the highest place on Zhongnanhai, Xiangshan, the widest building on the top of Xiangshan, Wanmin Palace, you can clearly see the Qiē in Yandu City, the boxy buildings, the streets and alleys extending in all directions, and even the Chinese rivers and mountains derived from this neat and uniform solemnity.

A husband can't be without power for a day, if you say it from this point of view, then Zhong Yuanmou must be a well-deserved husband, but looking at this vast night, Zhong Yuanmou's heart did not have half joy, but a sneer.

In front of him, in this brightly lit palace of all peoples, at the pinnacle of power, when it comes to his own interests, the so-called nine elders of Huaxia are just competing for the women in the market.

The battle of the avenue, the battle of the family and the country, the battle of life and death.

Fighting is just the word survival, since it is a battle, it has never been so dazzling and gentle, maybe there must be a beautiful flash of light during the period, but from the day Zhong Yuanmou stepped on the path of cultivation, he was ready to face a darkness.

Zhong Yuanmou's eyes were very cold, and he looked coldly at the arguments of the nine people, some of whom supported him, some who opposed him, and some who expressed neutrality, but they all represented different interests, there were southern sects, northern families, meritorious ministers who accompanied Desheng Taizu to pacify the world, and heroes who rose in that turbulent era, and today they all gathered together to discuss an issue.

A seemingly trivial question, a seemingly small poor person.

The person is called Yun Fengbai, the question is whether this child should be allowed to enter Yan Yuan to study, it is never easy to become a celebrity in the Wanmin Palace, and the person who can do the nine elders is even more dangerous with mountains and rivers in his heart, and he has the depth of the city How can he not see this simple plan, Yun Fengbai's entry into Yan Yuan is an opportunity, as long as he does not fall for a day, then Zhong Yuanmou will be able to promote the plan of Bashu to return to China one day, and this plan They will no longer be able to stop it with the will of Deng An Dajun, this is a good thing, however... Not good for them!

Song Zongyuan, the sect leader of the Southern Yin and Yang Sect, opposed this plan, Kong Songyang, the head of the Kong Lin Confucian family in the north, opposed this plan, and most of the modern cultivators and emerging families led by Yan Yuan supported this plan, plus a group of noncommittal neutral factions, this small problem had been lingering in the Wanmin Palace for a few days.

Suddenly, Zhong Yuanmou moved his gaze to the middle of the hall, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said happily: "Old Huang, since you are already here, why don't you come in and talk about it?"

As soon as this sentence fell to the ground, a tall and thin, erratic, ghostly old man appeared in the eyes of everyone, he was dressed in green clothes, wearing a square scarf of the same color, the appearance of the scribe was clear, the demeanor was cool, Xiao Shuxuan was lifted, and he was like a god.

The first time I saw him again, the nine elders in the Wanmin Palace actually lowered their heads in unison, and each respectfully greeted the old man: "Mr. Sanjia is fine, Huang Lao is fine, Long Shi's real demeanor is still the same." ”

It's just that Huang Longshi just nodded noncommittally to everyone's greetings, and then looked at Zhong Yuanmou and said with a little sneer: "Zhong Dajun's cultivation is so fast, it's just that he mobilizes the Huaxia potential technique like this, is it difficult to achieve it, haven't you thought about what you should do if you don't have the potential technique after ten years? No matter how strong the potential technique is, it is just an outer way, if you don't have great power, how can it compare to the breadth and profundity of the inner way?"

Zhong Yuanmou froze when he heard this, and even a smile froze on his face, but after a moment, he said with a solemn face: "Yuanmou thank you Teacher Huang for your teachings, it's just that in today's world of great controversy, Yuanmou only fights for the day!"

"Well, whatever you want!" Huang Longshi replied without thinking about himself, "But I need your favor?"

"Huang Lao, please speak up!"

As soon as this sentence landed, the most prestigious nine elders in the entire Wanmin Palace had already answered in unison.

Huang Longshi smiled when he saw this, and said his request lightly: "I hope that young man named Yun Fengbai can enter Yanyuan to study!"

Light as a feather, but as heavy as Mount Tai