Luo Xiang's face was full of worry, fearing that the gentleman would never return.
He knows very well that Youdu's style is a villain who will definitely take revenge. A gentleman has damaged the reputation of the patrolling king in public, so how can he let the gentleman off easily?
Going to Youdu this time is undoubtedly like a sheep falling into a tiger's mouth.
"Brother Feng really wants to go to Youdu?" Du Wang walked up and said with some confusion, "This Youdu is a dragon's pool and a tiger's den. It's easy to get in but not easy to get out. I hope you think twice."
"I hope you, gentleman, will think twice."
Many young people came up and bowed, saying that they did not want to seal Sanding to Youdu.
Because no one knows what will happen in this secluded city. It is possible to return safe and sound, or even more likely not to be able to come back.
"Everyone, Brother Ziya and I have traveled thousands of miles to Shu Kingdom just to go to Youdu." Feng Qingyan pondered for a moment and said without worrying too much, "Now the ghost king of Youdu has invited me, which is exactly what I want. Moreover, this
Youdu has to go."
"Have to go?"
Du Wang asked curiously.
Feng Qingyan saw that everyone was curious. He glanced at Ziyaqin and said, "Do you know that Brother Ziya has traveled most of the world in ten years to find the soul of his dead wife?"
"How can I not know this?"
"The love between Master Qin and his wife really moved us."
Everyone on Dongpo said one after another that they really admired Ziyaqin's infatuation.
"Brother Ziya and I went to Youdu because we wanted to ask Youdu to help bring the soul of Brother Ziya's deceased wife back from the underworld."
Seal Qingyan Road.
"I see."
When everyone understood, they stopped trying to persuade him.
"Although the gentleman has to go to Youdu, I hope you will be extremely careful and not fall into the trap of the villain in Youdu."
Someone reminded.
"Thank you for your concern. Qingyan will act with caution."
Feng Qingyan bowed slightly and said
"When will the gentleman go to Youdu?" someone asked.
"The night at the end of the three-day discussion."
Feng Qingyan thought for a moment and said that he could not stop talking about Taoism for three days. This would allow him to gather thousands of scholars in Shu and make Youdu dare not touch him easily.
This was the reason why he dared to go to Youdu.
"That night, we must escort the gentleman, and we cannot let Youdu look down upon him." Someone said angrily, very dissatisfied with Youdu's domineering behavior.
"good!"
"We will definitely escort this gentleman, and we must not let Youdu look down upon him."
The people on the east slope were in a lively mood, and they all clamored to escort Feng Qingyan. They looked like they were willing to sacrifice their lives for a gentleman, which moved Feng Qingyan's heart greatly.
"That's it for today's discussion of Tao."
Feng Qingyan looked at the sky and said, the sun had set in the west and it was almost dark.
Many people bowed to Feng Qingyan and then retreated, but most of them stayed on the east slope and were served dinner by their servants. They seemed to be preparing to spend the night on the east slope.
Whether on Dongpo or in Wugong City.
Everywhere you can see small groups of scholars gathering together, talking excitedly about what they saw and heard on Dongpo today, and marveling at the gentleman's character when he faced the wandering king of Youdu...
At this time, his reputation has risen to several levels.
When Feng Qingyan returned to the bamboo house, he closed his eyes and knelt quietly in front of the case, motionless like a wood carving and clay sculpture.
It was getting dark outside the window.
"Don't bother me."
Zi Yaqin saw it outside and reminded Di Tang.
"This dinner?"
Ditang was stunned and said that she really admired the gentleman today. She could never forget the grace of standing with his hands behind his back in front of the King of Patrol.
How many people in the world can do this?
He is worthy of being known all over the world as a Sanding gentleman. Even when faced with the terrifying Ranger King, he is still neither arrogant nor humble, and even dares to scold him.
"Let it go first."
Ziyaqin hesitated and said.
In the bamboo building, Feng Qingyan sat there for two hours without even moving.
Although there was a danger in facing the Patrolling King, and he would die if he was not careful, he was not wrong. He could not bow down and obey just because the other party was the Patrolling King of Youdu.
Otherwise, where is the spirit of reading?
How to become Zhengzheng Wengu?
Confucius said: Wealth and honor cannot lead to sexual immorality; poverty and lowliness cannot move; force and power cannot bend.
At this time, Feng Qingyan opened his eyes, found the "Yi Jing" from the book box and read it loudly. The "Yi Jing" is a Confucian classic written by Yi Sheng, and its status is very high.
Yisheng ranks second among Confucian saints.
In the worship of the holy temple, it is located on the left side of the Holy Saint, and on the right side is the Ritual Saint, also known as the Three Saints of Benevolence, Righteousness, and Liturgy. They have the highest status in Confucianism.
"The fish is what I want; the bear's paw is also what I want. You cannot have both, for you would give up the fish and take the bear's paw. Life is also what I want; righteousness is also what I want. They are both.
You cannot have both, and those who sacrifice their lives for righteousness..."
At this time, the loud sound of reading came from the bamboo building, without the charm of the past.
When everyone on the east slope heard this, they all stopped and looked at the bamboo building. They felt the anger and unwillingness in the sound of reading. When they thought of the power of the wandering king during the day, they couldn't help but feel the same.
"To live in the widest place in the world, to establish the right position in the world, to follow the great road of the world; to achieve the ambition, and follow the people; if not to achieve the ambition, to follow his own way. Wealth and honor cannot be lascivious, poverty and lowliness cannot be moved, and power cannot bend. This is called a true man."
At this time, the sound of reading was like rolling thunder, coming from the bamboo building.
Even in Wugong City, you can hear it clearly.
Especially at the end, "This is what a man is called" almost roared out, making the bamboo tower tremble, and everyone on the east slope was shocked and woke up.
A man who is a true man cannot be licentious with wealth, cannot be moved by poverty, and cannot be subjugated by force.
Live widely in the world, establish the right position in the world, and walk the great road of the world; if you have the ambition, follow it with the people; if you don't have the ambition, follow your own way!
But at this time, there was an aura of greatness, righteousness and strength, coming from the heaven and earth in a mighty force, turning into a heavy fog and covering the east slope, shocking everyone on the east slope.
"This is?"
Someone raised his head and asked doubtfully.
"The mouth is uttering greatness?" Some people also asked doubtfully, because it is indeed the same as the mouth uttering greatness in front of me, just like this morning when the gentleman was reading.
"This is a gentleman casting his bones."
Luo Xiang looked at it and said with excitement, "I didn't expect that a gentleman would become a man of letters under such circumstances."
"The gentleman has cast his bones?"
Everyone was a little shocked when they heard what Luo Xiang said.
As far as they know, the gentleman has not yet opened the literary palace at the beginning of spring, and now he is casting the literary bones? Is it too fast?
This gave the young people on Dongpo a feeling of despair.
Half a year is not enough for them to read through a book of scripture, but others have opened several realms in a row.
The awe-inspiring aura between heaven and earth turned into a huge vortex in the sky above the east slope, pouring into the bamboo building crazily and sinking into Feng Qingyan's chest.
At this time, Feng Qingyan's sternum seemed to be lit up one by one.
Gradually it becomes snow-white and holy, exuding a faint white light...
To become a scribe from literary talent, one must forge a literary bone.
But at this time, Feng Qingyan had not broken through to the realm of scribes, and he had cast more than one literary bone. Moreover, each of the literary bones was white and holy, exuding a faint white light, and seemed to contain endless holy power.