"What? Luo Xiangyin learned the way of a gentleman and realized the method of reading and nourishing one's energy?"
Down the east slope, there were many scholars who had just arrived. They were dumbfounded when they heard that some people had learned how to nourish their energy through reading because they had learned the way of a gentleman.
As the sky gets brighter, more and more oxcarts and horse-drawn carriages are parked on the east slope.
In addition to literary boys, literary students and literary talents, there are also a few scholars, literary masters, and some young people who have not yet opened a literary palace, the number reaching as many as two to three hundred.
As soon as they arrived at Dongpo, they were shocked and excited when they heard that someone had learned the method of reading and nourishing Qi by studying the Junzi method.
"Is this true?"
A literary teacher who had just arrived asked in shock.
"Of course it is true, how can it be false? The person who understands the method of reading to nourish one's energy is the Luo Xiang of our martial arts city." The scholar who came down from Dongpo said proudly, as if he had understood the method of reading to nourish one's energy.
With a proud look, "Luo Xiangwu has learned how to nourish his energy through reading, and there is hope for Duke Literary. Maybe our Wugong City will produce a Duke of Literary who is famous all over the world..."
At this time, not only Dongpo, but also the entire martial arts city became a sensation because Luo Chuan understood the method of reading and nourishing Qi.
The news spread like wings to all the cities in northern Shu, and then to central and southern Shu.
"How can this be?"
"absurd!"
"How to nourish your Qi through reading, can you understand it just by learning other people's methods?"
Many people don't believe the news when they hear it and think it's ridiculous. Is it so easy to understand the method of reading and nourishing Qi?
When the news was confirmed, I couldn't help but feel a little shocked.
At this time, many writers and ministers were excited and considered whether to go to Wugong City. If they understood the method of reading and nourishing Qi, the trip would not be in vain...
In the end, many literary masters and individual literary ministers could not resist the temptation of reading to nourish their energy, so they hurried to Wugong City.
At this time, Dongpo was crowded with people, jostling each other, numbering in the thousands.
The small Dongpo slope can hardly stand anymore.
And because Luo Xiang understood the method of reading to nourish his energy, scholars from northern Sichuan flocked to him, and even those who had not planned to come came in a hurry.
And Feng Qingyan's reputation in Shu Kingdom has reached a higher level.
If we include the people from Wugong City who came to watch the excitement, there may be thousands of people, but they can only watch from a distance under the east slope.
For those who arrived late, there was already no place to park at the foot of Dongpo.
"Mr. Lang, there is no place to park down this slope." The servant driving the cart said helplessly. At a glance, there were densely packed oxcarts and carriages parked on both sides of the road. The rest of the road was uneven and it was impossible to park. "
I'm afraid I'll have to get off here."
"So many people?"
The young man in the car was a little surprised, so he opened the curtain and said: "Since there is no place to park, let's get off here. Remember to come early tomorrow."
"The parking space is for sale, the parking space is for sale."
At this time, someone shouted loudly, which immediately attracted a lot of attention.
"Oh, is there a parking space? Let's ask how much it costs." The young man in the car said happily. As a scholar with status, how can he not have a parking space?
After hearing this, the servant drove the carriage over and asked from a distance: "How much does this parking space cost?"
"One tael of silver a day."
Humane parking spaces for sale.
"What?"
When the servant heard this, he said angrily, "You don't want to grab one tael of silver a day? It's just a small parking space. How can you get one tael of silver without even leaving it?"
"If you don't want me, there's someone behind me waiting to ask for it." The man looked indifferent and said, "If you don't want me, then don't stand in the way."
"Who would want a tael of silver? Don't be wishful thinking."
The servant said angrily.
"Isn't it worth a tael of silver to discuss Tao with the Sanding gentleman who is famous all over the world?" The man said with a surprised look on his face.
"What does this parking space have to do with Mr. Sanding?" the servant said angrily.
"Why is it irrelevant?" The man said with a smile, "Your husband, aren't you here for Mr. Sanding?"
"My husband..."
"How much does this parking space cost? I want it."
At this time, the driver of an ox cart behind interrupted.
"One tael of silver."
"Take it."
The driver threw out a small piece of silver and drove the bullock cart to the parking lot.
"I came first." The servant turned and said angrily, "I don't know who came first?"
"Whoever pays first will own it." The man stepped forward with a smile, helped untie the oxen pulling the cart, tied it to a wooden stake, and presented baskets of grass.
"Is there any parking space?"
When the young man in the carriage saw this, he frowned and asked.
"Gone."
The man shook his head and said.
At this time, the young man in the car had no choice but to get out of the car and ask the servant to park the car outside Dongpo, although it was far away...
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On the Bamboo House.
Feng Qingyan was eating the breakfast brought by Ditang.
When it was six o'clock, he walked down from the bamboo tower to the thatched pavilion and met with the scholars.
"Brother Feng, this is Brother Chen, who writes well." Du Wang introduced one by one, "This is Brother Feng, who has unique insights into the "Lun Jing", and this is Brother Ji..."
"I have met a gentleman."
Everyone introduced by Du Wang bowed.
"You're welcome."
Feng Qingyan bowed slightly and smiled, then knelt down and sat down.
"I dare to ask you, gentleman, should I be closer to people at the beginning of the day or at the middle of the day?"
At this time, someone asked a question, which made everyone stunned. What was the problem? The person seemed not to see it and continued: "I thought that people are close to each other at the beginning of the day and far away from them at the middle of the day. But my friend thought that
"At the beginning of the day, you are far away from people, and at the middle of the day, you are close to people."
"It's cool in Cangcang at the beginning of the day, and it's like a soup in the middle of the day. Isn't it hot for those who are near, and cool for those who are far away?"
Someone stood up next to the man and said, he was only in his early twenties and had an extraordinary temperament.
"That's wrong."
But the man shook his head and said: "When the sun rises, it is as big as the hood of a car, and when it reaches the middle of the day, it is like a pan. Isn't this why the ones far away are small, and the ones up close are huge?"
"We can't fight and can't decide. I dare to ask you, gentleman, who is right and who is wrong?" The man said again, looking at Feng Qingyan with a smile.
"May I ask you, gentleman, who is right and who is wrong?" the man's friend asked with a smile.
"Who are these two people?"
"I recognize him, he is a Taoist." Someone whispered.
At this time, Feng Qingyan was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the rising sun. If it were the sun in his previous life, it would be closer to people at midday and far away from people at the beginning of the day.
But they don't know.
Besides, what they asked was only the apparent distance between the sun and the sun?
Feng Qingyan looked at them and it was obvious that they were not. The Book of Changes said: The sun is the symbol of the king.
Therefore, the sun is a symbol of the king.
When these two people were debating, the day was not constant at all. Sometimes it was as big as a car hood, sometimes as small as a bowl, sometimes it was cool and cool, and sometimes it was like exploring a soup.
Isn't this the current state of the princes and kings in the world?
If the sun is compared to a king, Confucianism hopes that the king should move on its own correct track, not abnormally, and must be constant.
So what the two of them asked was to ask Feng Qingyan how to restore the sun to its constant state.