People live for a lifetime, grass and trees for an autumn.

Half a life, hard work and loneliness.

There are all kinds of creatures in the world, who is not suffering?

Winter bamboo shoots break the ground, turn cocoons into butterflies, loose mountains and cliffs, and geese fly north and south.

Although this life is short, it can be impassioned.

Since I was born as a human being and wrote in my hand, why can't I write for a thousand years in spring and autumn, and cool in winter and summer?

"Leave the heart of the pill to reflect the history, hehe, cultivate the heart, cultivate the heart, it turns out that I really need to cultivate a heart of jade blood!"

Above the immortal boat, someone shouted loudly.

Up and down the river, countless Confucian and Taoist practitioners whispered or laughed, and the spiritual energy and aura of their bodies condensed into long dragons, circling and flowing.

Those Confucian scholars on the painting boats slowly recovered from the confusion, and then reminisced about the previous confusion, and their hearts were endless.

Looking at the woman in green and blue with tears on her face in front of her, she immediately felt pity.

They are also poor people.

"Mengluo..." With a pale face, Wu Tianzhen helped the woman in Tsing Yi who was sitting down and wanted to speak, but the woman ran away with a blushing face.

I was disturbed by the obstacles just now, and I felt sad in my heart. The two of them hugged each other and didn't know what they said or did.

Seeing Mengluo running away, Wu Tianzhen was disappointed and looked down at the sachet on his waist.

On the painting boat, there are more enthusiastic Confucian students, wishing to have a sword in their hands to cut through the dark world.

Since it is necessary to resolutely reflect the history, it is natural that the history should be marked with pen marks.

Those old boys who had been through a lot of hard work also had the will to fight at this time.

Even the students on the bank of the river were surging with excitement, eager to finish the wine in front of them.

Today's grand event, with these two lines of poetry as a quote, should make a lot of sense!

The most important state of mind in Confucianism and Taoism.

Today's Wenhui, Xu Qingteng's poem, almost broke the mood of the Confucianism present.

I thought it was just like this, but I didn't expect that a seven-character rhythm poem by the great master Muye was exported. The first seven lines suppressed Confucianism and Taoism in the world, and almost made the great power of this holy realm lose his mind.

In the end, the half-sage Qin Suyang was drawn to the sky, Wen Xiang Wen Mo spoke, and only then did the last sentence, leaving Dan Xin's heart to reflect the history.

Tianxuan's Confucianism and Taoism practice, from ancient times to the present, even if Wen Mosheng used Confucianism to sanctify and suppress Tianxuan, he did not clearly define the ultimate truth of Confucianism and Taoism.

Cultivating Confucianism and Taoism, and being an official, is almost the pursuit of the vast majority of Confucianism and Taoism practitioners.

Then there are the practitioners who can become great Confucianists, who are disdainful of the power of the mortal world, and pursue the longevity of nothingness, or a trace of obsession in their hearts.

If you don’t seek longevity and have no obsessions, you will most likely fall into confusion.

Why is it that only a few great Confucians teach, the remote Bailu Mountain Academy can sweep the world and make it a trend for scholars to bring swords?

Isn't it because of the phrase "set up your mind for the heaven and earth, set up your destiny for the life of the people, continue the unique learning for the sages of the past, and create peace for all generations"?

These four sentences seem to be vague, but they are countless times higher than the original vulgar promotion pattern.

The most important thing is that no matter how big Tianxuan is, the official position is limited.

Those Confucian and Taoist students who studied hard in the cold window, could not become officials, could not make a fortune, and their aspirations were difficult to calm, and they could still express their determination in these four sentences.

What if I don't study as an official? I will create peace for the world.

What if I don't get rich by studying? I will create peace for the world.

What if I read nothing at all? I will create peace for the world.

With sustenance in your heart, you can see light in your eyes.

On the immortal boat, Han Muye looked up at the cloudy sky and smiled softly.

If it is said that the four sentences of Bailu Mountain are to stabilize the common Confucian cultivators in the world, then this sentence today is to be taken from the history of Dan Xin, which is to set the world's great Confucianism.

Wen Mosheng was sanctified by Confucianism, but it also blocked the way forward for other Confucian and Taoist monks in the world.

Saints don't die, there are only half saints in the world.

Such as Qin Suyang and the others, these half-sages have reached the peak of the world, what else do they ask for?

If you don't want anything, don't you want to fall into confusion?

Today's sentence is taken from the heart of Dan's heart.

The path of Confucianism and Taoism practice does not seek longevity or sanctification, but only seeks the blood and heart to pass on through the ages.

At this time, the bright-eyed Confucian and Taoist cultivators on the bow obviously gained extraordinary results.

Han Muye's poem solved the great contradiction that Tianxuan Confucianism and Taoism had no way to advance.

"Xu Qingteng has met all the literary friends."

Xu Wei on the boat ahead boarded the immortal boat and bowed to the Confucian and Taoist cultivators in white clothes fluttering on the deck.

Looking at Xu Qingteng in front of him, many people sighed softly.

This brilliant genius, who will last forever, did not expect to be reduced to the point where he was trapped and unable to extricate himself.

If he hadn't fallen into a trap, Xu Qingteng would have become the youngest semi-sage.

"Hehe, Qingteng, are you trying to dispose of us old guys as soon as you come?" Yan Zhenqing stepped forward, lightly grabbed Xu Wei's arm, and said with a smile.

His palm stretched out, passed through the barrier around Xu Wei's body without hindrance, and held Xu Wei's arm.

The illusory power of confusion on Xu Wei's body also seemed to be suppressed.

Xu Wei chuckled and nodded.

On the deck, a great Confucian came over.

After these great cultivators, who had not seen each other for countless years, greeted each other, Xu Wei looked up at Han Muye, who was standing on the side of the boat.

Mu Wan was crying in Han Muye's arms just now, but at this time, she was ashamed and didn't dare to probe.

"Drinker, what do you think I should do now?" Xu Wei looked at Han Muye and asked.

They were drinking buddies who met by the Xianyue Lake.

Hearing his words, everyone on Xianzhou turned to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye looked indifferent and said softly, "I don't know how Mr. Qingteng planned to cultivate?"

Xu Wei laughed, a trace of loneliness appeared on his face, and then turned to look at the river.

"I was going to row a boat on this big river for three years. When my fleshly body was corrupted, I would sink to the bottom of the river and become a river god."

"But your words today made me hesitate."

He laughed and said in a low voice, "I don't know if my hesitation is because I still have the ambition to follow the past, or is it a big fear before life and death, it's better to die than live?"

How many people can face it calmly before deciding between life and death?

On the deck, no one laughed at Xu Wei.

What about the great monk, his true temperament.

Han Muye nodded and spoke out loud.

"Senior, I once met Bailu Mountain Academy to teach Daishan Chang Dongfang Shu."

"At that time, he was a master of Confucianism and Taoism. He taught books in Bailu Mountain for 30 years. Among them, the most successful one was a catcher in the county town, and he died."

"Is he desperate? Despair."

"I have nothing in this life, fame and fortune are all in vain, how can I not despair."

"Is he confused? Confused."

"The same is a major Confucianist and Taoist cultivator. He is famous all over the world in the Imperial City Academy. He is unknown in Bailu Mountain, how can he not be confused."

Han Muye turned his head and looked around.

"Although today's Dongfangshu is not famous in the world, at least it is a great scholar, and its reputation is not inferior to anyone in the Imperial City Academy."

"Actually, what's the difference between him and the thousands of Confucian and Taoist practitioners on this lake?"

"Mr. Qingteng, dare to ask where is the way?"

Before Xu Wei could speak, Han Muye said softly, "The road is under your feet..."

Xu Wei stood in the same place and did not move.

However, there was a constantly oscillating and obstructive power within him, which seemed to devour him and Han Muye in front of him.

Yan Zhen had doubts in his eyes, and finally stopped.

He had already suppressed Xu Wei's confusion just now, why did he rise again at this time?

"Haha, the road is at the foot, the road is at the foot."

Xu Wei smiled, waved his sleeves, and said loudly, "Then I will disperse my cultivation, in exchange for fifty years of life, and pass on what I have learned."

"Drink friends, you say, should I stay at the Imperial City Academy, or go to the Bailu Mountain Academy?"

Disperse the cultivation base in exchange for fifty years of life, and then pass on the inheritance.

Xu Wei's words made everyone on the immortal boat widen their eyes.

A world-renowned great Confucian actually wants to cultivate with this life and inherit and educate!

Many great Confucians are surging with light in their eyes.

Those younger generations standing not far away have been unable to restrain the urge to step forward.

To become Xu Wei's disciple, to be taught by him with all his heart and soul, is boundless in this birth!

"Mr. Qingteng, there are some great scholars in the Imperial City Academy. Bailu Mountain is too far away. In my opinion, you are preaching and giving lectures in this Yongding River. Wouldn't you be happy if you didn't refuse?"

Han Muye looked at Xu Wei and spoke loudly.

He did not persuade Xu Wei not to disperse and cultivate.

Such a great Confucian act, once a target is selected, it will not change.

However, Han Muye gave Xu Wei advice.

If you don’t go to the Imperial City Academy or Bailu Mountain, you will become a one-of-a-kind by preaching on this Yongding River!

Xu Wei went to the Imperial City Academy, which is one of the great Confucian scholars. After 50 years of cultivation, he might have been mediocre.

If he went to Bailu Mountain, he would make countless Confucian and Taoist students Jing Cong improve the reputation of Bailu Mountain Academy.

But Han Muye knew that Xu Qingteng's academic approach was different from that of Bailu Mountain.

Bailushan wanted to join the WTO and practice with a sword. Xu Qingteng advocated being born and talked about poetry.

It would be better for him to become a legend by boating on the rivers and lakes in this land of red dust and smoke.

After 50 years, if he realizes something, he may become a saint in one step.

If you don't understand anything, then sink into the river and wander freely.

"Okay, okay, everyone can build academies to teach their children, why can't I, Xu Wei?"

Xu Yuchang looked around with a smile and shouted, "From tomorrow onwards, my Qingteng Xu Wei will be on the Yongding River—"

Before he could finish speaking, he heard Han Muye say in a high voice, "Mr. Qingteng, tomorrow will be tomorrow. There are so many tomorrows, why not just today? Just now."

Looking around, Han Muye stretched out his fingers and pointed at the painting boats around Xianzhou: "There are countless Confucianism and Taoism students and scholars here, all of whom admire the master's ability to learn. It's better for the master to choose disciples today. We can still be a witness."

After speaking, he raised his hand and took out a handwritten book: "I received a booklet on the road just now. The author is Qi Chang, a student from Guanhu County. This manuscript is good, and Mr. Qingteng can read it."

Han Muye's voice was loud and could be heard ten miles away.

Far away by the river bank, a young man with a wine cup in his hand was about to bring the wine to his mouth, when he heard Han Muye's words, he suddenly paused and the whole person was stunned.

"Brother Zhentong, it's your manuscript!" The young man opposite him whispered, as if his leg was bitten by a snake, and jumped up.

Qi Chang, who was sitting opposite him, nodded, and in the envious eyes of countless students around him said lightly, "Brother Minsheng, calm down, calm down, drink."

He put the wine cup into his mouth, but to the tip of his nose.

On the immortal boat, Xu Wei gently took the book.

His eyes fell on the book, and he looked carefully, very slowly.

Fingers run across the pages, rustling.

On the river, the breeze was blowing, and the cloth on the fairy boat moved lightly.

No one spoke on the deck.

On the painting boat in the distance, everyone is waiting quietly.

On the bank of the river, Qi Chang's wine spilled onto his clothes without knowing it.

The booklet was only a few sheets, and Xu Wei read it in just a moment.

Closing the page, he looked at Han Muye and said lightly, "The comment is good."

Han Muye chuckled and nodded.

It's too far away, and outsiders don't even know what's going on on the deck.

Xu Wei turned around, looked towards the bank of the river, and spoke softly, with a clear voice: "Qi Chang, give me a copy of your academic experience tomorrow."

Learn about the study of governance!

Is this to accept Qi Chang as a disciple?

Mr. Qingteng really wants to teach and accept disciples!

On the river bank, Qi Chang threw away the wine cup in his hand, got up with his buttocks, and bowed in the direction of the immortal boat.

There was no more calmness on his face, and he muttered to himself.

"Thank you sir, thank you sir..."

No one cared about his gaffe.

A poor boy today may be a great Confucian disciple tomorrow.

When life changes like this, who can be calm?

"Qi Chang, it's not easy..." The young people who were obviously Qi Chang's classmates said.

A few people, you tell me a word, and tell the experience of Qi Chang.

This student from Guanhu County was also a genius when he was a child, and could write poetry at the age of seven or eight.

It's just that Guanhu County is backward in Confucianism and Taoism. By the age of fourteen or five, Qi Chang already felt that he could not learn anything.

He left his hometown and went to the imperial city 300,000 miles away.

This is thirteen years.

In thirteen years, he has never returned to Guanhu County once.

Attending the Imperial City Academy, studying in the larger academy in the city, and teaching at the smaller academy.

Qi Chang's road to study is firmer and more difficult than most.

This is a respectable ascetic.

Such people may be found around everyone.

Their talents and abilities are not better than their own, but they have been studying hard.

When the opportunity comes, such people will soar into the sky.

Just like Qi Chang today.

On the fairy boat, on the painting boat, and on the river bank, there are whispers of envy everywhere.

It was a rare opportunity to be the first disciple that Mr. Qingteng accepted.

On the bank of the river, Bai Tao took out the book that Han Muye had annotated, looked at the red writing, sighed, and sent it back.

"Brother Bai, if Mr. Muye gives your book to Mr. Qingteng, this honor will probably be yours." A young man wearing a green robe spoke sour.

"Didn't you say that you are old acquaintances with Mr. Muye's entourage?" Another young man had a slight smile on his face.

Bai Tao shook his head and said calmly, "I know myself."

"My **** article will smear Mr. Qingteng's eyes."

Several people around looked at each other blankly and turned their heads.

Really self-aware.

"Mr. Qingteng, what do you think of my boy?" At this time, on the deck of the immortal boat, a great Confucian couldn't bear it any longer and said loudly.

"Qingteng, take your eldest nephew away."

"Quick, show the article you made to Mr. Qingteng."

...

For a while, the deck was noisy.

What about the great Confucianism, who will not fight at this time?

Xu Wei is an extraordinary genius of Confucianism and Taoism. If he can get his teachings, he must be outstanding.

Xu Wei stood there, holding a pile of books in his hands, with a wry smile on his face.

Han Muye took a step forward and said loudly, "Everyone, it is unrealistic for Mr. Qingteng to select disciples among these countless students. Why don't we help him."

He looked forward and stretched out his hand: "I read the student articles on the three painting boats in the southeast. If there are any, I recommend it to Mr. Qingteng."

"Anyway, the Epiphyllum will not open until the evening, so if you are idle now, you are idle, right?"

Help to read the articles and books of the students and scholars on the painting boat?

The big Confucians on the deck looked at each other.

On the bank of the river, everyone slowly stood up.

Each of those Confucian and Taoist students in the painting boat clenched their fists tightly and did not dare to express their air.

Is it your chance today?

The great Confucian commented on the article and recommended it to Mr. Qingteng.

Is this the chance that three thousand spirit stones can be exchanged?

Han Muye didn't wait for everyone to respond, and went straight to find a place above the deck to sit on the ground.

He stretched out his hand to summon Chen Ru, who was standing not far away, and whispered a few words.

Chen Ru hurriedly backed away, and led several young men and women in blue clothes to the front of the boat to draw a boat.

Small boats came and went like flying, some people gathered dozens of books and scrolls on the boat, and some people went to various boats and river banks to pass messages.

When the boy on the boat returned to the immortal boat with the book in his hand, Han Muye had already put a small case in front of him, and put his pen and ink on it.

Mu Wan took the book and spread it out in front of Han Muye.

At this moment, a light curtain rose on the decks of all the boats.

The light curtain was three or five feet high, and it showed Han Muye sitting in front of the small case.

Not only on the painting boat, but also on the river bank, there is a light curtain across a hundred zhang.

In the light curtain, Han Muye and the text on the book unfolded in front of him were clearly visible.

"Huo Yuntong, Qiyangzhou, teaches at Guanlin Academy."

"That's a good word."

"A light meal?"

"People say that everything in the world can be eaten, but it's wrong. There are spirits in heaven and earth, and everything is self-producing. How can we eat lightly..."

"This small note is well written, neat and orderly, how can I change it?"

...

The painting boat, the immortal boat, the river bank, all curiously watched Han Muye's red ink pen fall.

"The appearance of all things is light, the spirit of all things is heavy, and the words of light food are wonderful."

"Guanyu's words like this are overdone, the galaxy is splendid, and you can sing with your aspirations."

...

On the third floor of Yunjin Immortal Boat, Yunjin County Master was lying on the windowsill, looking at Han Muye's serious comments, a little confused.

Yun Duan turned her head to look at her sister, and then looked at the figure wandering with ink, with a complicated look on her face.

Back then, this was the one who spent the night with my sister like this?

Serious men are the most attractive, that night's comments, night reading, which daughter's family watched and did not feel affection?

Really, bad guy.

"Singing with a passion, such a sentence is a wonderful finishing touch!" Someone whispered on the deck of the immortal boat.

The sound, the picture, was reflected by the light curtain and spread to all the painting boats and the river bank.

"Even the great master Xu Ao praised this sentence as wonderful!" Someone whispered on the painting boat, and someone had already opened the pen and paper in front of him and quickly copied it.

"This change, the mood is sublimated!" On the bank of the river, someone danced and shouted.

"Who is brother Huo Yuntong, Qiyangzhou?"

"Can Brother Huo be on our boat?"

On the three painting boats, there were people shouting.

On a painting boat on the left, someone chuckled and stood up, bowing to the surroundings~lightnovelpub.net~ Brother Huo, great talent! "

"Fu Zikun is here, and I would like to study with brother Huo."

"Jin Keci, Tumen County, wants to ask Brother Huo for advice."

...

On the painting boat, one after another gaze fell on the light curtain.

That light curtain is a dragon gate!

Students with real talents and real learning will soar to the sky today!

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