"The road is long and long, and I will search up and down." It is as enlightening, thought-provoking and enlightening as Huang Zhong Dalu, and it is even more amazing.
Many scribes, writers, and even ministers were shocked by these words, and they felt like they were enlightened.
"Haha, this is enough for three days of discussion."
Luo Xiang, who was sitting on the east slope with everyone, couldn't help but laugh.
This desolate laughter continued on the east slope for a long time, and even brought tears of laughter, which made everyone feel sad to see it.
These words are like a portrayal of Luo Xiang's life. Although his qualifications were mediocre, he spared no effort to pursue the holy way. Even when he was about to reach his sixtieth year, he still never gave up and eventually became Wen Xiang...
This is just like countless disciples of the Holy Way who tirelessly pursue the Holy Way but achieve nothing.
Feng Qingyan summed up their lives in one sentence and pointed out the direction for them, giving them the courage to continue pursuing...
The road is long and far away, I will search up and down!
Whether they are old or young, they all have their own feelings and insights. It seems that this statement is a reflection of their pursuit of the holy way, filling their hearts with strength.
More importantly, they seemed to have touched something.
There seems to be a feeling of enlightenment.
At this time, some more scribes came from Wugong City. The scribes flew over, landed on the east slope, saluted Feng Qingyan, and then sat down quietly to listen.
"Luo Xiang is overly praised."
Feng Qingyan smiled.
"The words of a gentleman are like those of Huang Zhong and Da Lu. They are enlightening and enlightening. They will inspire thousands of scholars in the world. How can they be praised too much?" Luo Xiang sighed, "Even if it is called holy words, it is not an exaggeration.
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"Xiang Luo, this is really an honor."
Feng Qingyan said helplessly.
"The words of a gentleman are like the Nine Cauldrons, how can they be praised?"
Du Wang stood up and said, he was also deeply shocked by these words, which made him feel a lot in his heart, and he had a vague feeling that he was about to break through.
At this time, everyone on Dongpo nodded, even the fat and thin Wen Xiang nodded.
Unseen by everyone, countless white threads came from all around the world towards the Junzi Cauldron in Feng Qingyan's mind, making the Junzi Cauldron even clearer.
It seems to still be shining faintly.
This is literary luck.
Feng Qingyan stared for a moment and then came back to his senses. He looked at everyone and said, "But the holy way is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. We still need to work harder."
"Swinging against the current is a wonderful saying!"
Someone shouted loudly.
Whoosh——
A pair of cold eyes glanced over, causing the person who shouted loudly to shrink his head.
"While the gentleman is speaking, I hope you won't say anything," Luo Xiang reminded, so as not to interrupt the gentleman's speech.
Everyone nodded.
"Moreover, when we are rowing against the current, we will encounter rocks from time to time. If we are not careful, the boat will be destroyed and people will be killed. At this time, we should be in awe and carefully avoid the rocks, and the boat can sail through. If
If we encounter a mountain and completely block the river, what should we do?"
Feng Qingyan asked everyone.
"Mountain?"
“Where are the mountains from the river?”
Some people wonder, how can there be mountains in the river?
"Naturally, the mountain should be moved away or drilled through, so that the river can be smooth."
Someone answered.
"Yes, if there is a mountain blocking the river, it must be removed or drilled through. Even if the mountain is towering and as solid as a rock, we cannot retreat even half a step and vow to move it away or drill through it. This is the holy path.
It's a roadblock, we and it have long been immortal, either you die or I die." Feng Qingyan nodded, and then the aura on his body suddenly changed, and the three gentlemen's cauldron in his mind shook violently, with countless flickers.
The gleaming literary fortune escaped and seemed to fall on the entire Shu Kingdom and on countless scholars, saying: "But Youdu Xunbei Bo, who is tyrannical and unruly, killing all living beings, ruthless and unkind, and full of sins, has become a slave to all of you."
A big mountain on the holy path has blocked your rivers and even prevented you from pursuing the holy path..."
As soon as Feng Qingyan said this, the expressions of everyone on the east slope changed drastically.
The scholars of Shu were already dissatisfied with Youdu, but they were afraid of Youdu's terror and cruelty, so they could only swallow their anger or even compromise.
At this time, Feng Qingyan's words were like a big mountain, pressing on their backs.
It's not Feng Qingyan's words, it's Youdu Xunbei Bo's words.
Uncle Xunbei was like a towering mountain, pressing on everyone's backs, making them somewhat breathless.
He even bent his waist under pressure.
"kill him!"
Some people clenched their fists tightly, their faces turned red, and they exuded a strong murderous aura.
"kill him!"
Someone shouted again, veins popping out on his face.
"Kill Uncle Xunbei!"
"I won't be willing to kill Uncle Xunbei!"
"If we don't eliminate the uncle who patrols the north, the Kingdom of Shu will not be at peace!"
"Until Uncle Xunbei dies, my heart will be uneasy and I will not advance in the holy path!"
"Anyone who blocks my holy path will die!"
On the east slope, everyone was shouting like crazy, with extremely strong murderous aura bursting out from their bodies, as if they would not give up until Uncle Xunbei was killed.
At this time, they seemed to see a big mountain.
That big mountain seemed to be transformed by Uncle Xunbei, and it pressed heavily on them, making them really breathless...
It's not like I saw it, but I actually saw a big mountain.
The mountain was covered in darkness, exuding the ferocious aura of Hengdao, staring at them fiercely like an evil ghost running from the underworld.
"this?"
At this time, everyone on the east slope was shocked and stared at the dark mountains above their heads.
Why have the invisible mountains turned into tangible mountains?
Moreover, it is still pressed on my back!
At this time, they didn't feel it, but it actually existed on their backs. There was really a big mountain pressing on their backs. It was the mountain that Xunbei Bo transformed into.
If this mountain is not destroyed, their holy path will be hopeless.
Not only the people on the east slope were like this, but in the entire Wugong City, all the readers who had resentment towards Youdu and Uncle Xunbei felt the weight of the mountain on their bodies.
"Survey the mountains of Bei Bohua to block my holy path, kill!"
Du Wang tried his best to stand up, looked up at the mountain above his head and shouted angrily, strong murderous aura bursting out of his body, straight towards the dark mountain above his head.
It's a pity that the mountain is so majestic that the murderous intention cannot be shaken at all.
"Survey the mountains of Bei Bohua to block my holy path, kill!"
On the east slope, the scholars stood up one by one, looking up at the mountains above their heads and roaring, with murderous intent rising into the sky.
At this time, the expressions of all the scholars in Shu changed drastically, because they all saw a huge black mountain, pressing heavily on them, making them unable to breathe.
It even makes them unable to straighten their backs!
"Uncle Xunbei turned into a mountain to block my holy path!"
"Uncle Xunbei turned into a mountain to block my holy path!"
Angry voices roared from all over the Shu Kingdom.
"Resentment takes form, resentment takes form!"
Many literary and ministerial level scholars in the Shu Kingdom couldn't help but change their expressions when they saw the mountains pressing above their heads. What's going on?
How can resentment take form?
The three gentlemen's cauldron in Feng Qingyan's mind vibrated violently, and countless shining literary fortunes escaped, quickly scattered throughout the Shu Kingdom, turning into a mysterious and terrifying force, turning all scholars who had resentment against Youdu and Xunbei Bo