Five hundred and thirtieth chapters only righteousness
early morning.
Clouds filled the entire garden on the top of the mountain. Xiao Jiu'er came to Lin Zhao's side with a bowl of chicken soup and green onion noodles, and said softly: "Brother Lin Zhao, can you have something to eat before thinking about things?"
"No."
Lin Zhao shook his head and forced a smile: "You can eat Xiaojiuer, I'm not hungry."
After saying that, he stood up and said, "I'm going to Hefeng Academy for a walk."
"Do you want me to accompany you?"
Su Qingjiu frowned slightly, she had never seen Lin Zhao look so blank.
"No, I can do it myself."
After falling back to the Seventh Realm, Lin Zhao could no longer fly with a sword, so he carried the Dragon Slayer Sword and the Immortal Sword Liquan on his back and walked down the mountain. On the way down the mountain, he saw Tong Yu who was refining the sword. Tong Yu's eyes turned red: "Lin Zhao
elder brother?"
"I'm fine."
He waved his hand gently and said with a smile: "Tong Yu, work hard to refine your sword, and work with me to avenge Wang Yue in the future."
"Um!"
Tong Yu nodded heavily.
In the small town, people started to get busy again in the early morning. There were many buns selling on the streets, fried dough sticks breakfast shops were opened, there were people sitting on the roadside drinking and eating meat early in the morning, and there were also farmers working in the fields with hoes.
Lin Zhao's eyes were empty, and he entered Hefeng Academy like a zombie.
"Little uncle?"
Gu Lingyu walked out of the school building and looked at Lin Zhao with a frown. At this moment, his state of mind was completely broken. All his previous knowledge could no longer support his current state of mind.
"Ling Yu."
Lin Zhao said softly: "I want to stay in the library of the academy for a few days. Don't worry about me. Just lock the library. I will be alone these days. No one can disturb me."
"Yes, little uncle!"
Not far away, in the school, many Meng children looked over. They all knew Lin Zhao, the super powerful mountain master of Bieyuan Mountain and the master of Snowy Tianchi, but... he looked like this at this time.
They looked like they were lost, but the children didn't think too much. In the blink of an eye, they started doing their morning lessons again, with the sound of reading aloud.
…
Library.
The sage books brought by Gu Lingyu and a group of disciples, various out-of-print classics, were stored in the pavilion, so there were not an ordinary number of slips in the library. Lin Zhao was irritated, holding bundles of slips from the bookshelf.
He put the slip on the table, leaned against the window, and started reading through them one by one. What he was thinking in his mind was that things are very simple, and he must practice what he preaches. This is what he learned from the book. The book was once placed by Mr. Qin.
My husband also looked at my desk and even made some changes on it with a brush. However, Lin Zhao didn't dare to overstep it at the time, so I didn't see what my husband had changed.
Since the confusion is caused by the principles in the book, it is better to find it again from the book.
Lin Zhao actually knew deep down in his heart that he had done nothing wrong, but he was burdened with too much guilt. The reason was that the words must be true and actions must be resolute. This sentence was his inner demon and his
If he can't find a Confucian principle to clear up the confusion for this sentence, his knot will not be resolved.
This is not only what Lin Zhao in "The World" wants to know, Lin Zhao in reality also wants to know and wants to find the answer.
He flipped through each book, reading every line of words very carefully, and carefully understood the principles in the book. It was a bit ridiculous to say that other players were leveling up in the game, doing tasks, killing monsters, and constantly improving.
However, Lin Zhao had no choice but to study the sages' books here. At this time, only these sages' books could calm his mind a little.
…
Confucianism, Wenlin.
Forests of moral steles stand one after another, expressing the rich artistic conceptions of ancient sages. At the end of the forest of steles, an old man in a gray and white gown parted the clouds and mist, using his celestial means to see into the world.
"My lord."
A middle-aged scholar wearing a blue scholar's shirt floated over and looked in the direction of the lower world. The young swordsman in the library was lying among a pile of slips and slips, reading through them one by one. His mood was a little broken.
He was very attentive, flipping through each book without missing a single word, which gave him the feeling of reading a book with a bright head but a limited number of pages.
"This disciple of Sui Han..."
The middle-aged scholar smiled and said: "My understanding is actually very good. Even among the young students in the Confucian Academy, I can only count it on one finger. It's just that my mind is too stubborn and I am a little bit behind in adaptability."
The old gentleman immediately became unhappy and said: "If you change too much, how can you stick to what you want in your heart? I don't agree with what Deputy Hierarch Dong said. If Lin Zhao can become Suihan's disciple, I think Suihan can also
It is precisely because of this that everyone says that a gentleman is incompetent, but how many people can do this well?"
The middle-aged scholar chuckled: "What the old gentleman said makes sense, but it's just a pain for Lin Zhao."
"What's the pain?"
The old man's eyes turned red: "We all come from this lineage, Suihan, Wenliang, Zixi, aren't these children all come from this way? It's better to take the straight from the straight, don't seek from the straight, my little Zhaozheng
It's because of this thought in his heart that his state of mind is broken like this. If he had been more flexible, I'm afraid his state of mind would have started to take another path."
The middle-aged scholar nodded: "What the old gentleman said is absolutely true. How about...you go to the lower world again? If you come to clarify these things, Lin Zhao's state of mind will definitely go further. After all, Mr. Qin is gone, and now Lin Zhao
In fact, you are the only true protector of culture and morality. As for other cultural backgrounds, who will care about Lin Zhao's state of mind?"
"not going."
The old gentleman squatted beside Yunwu, looking helpless, and said: "As a gentleman from Suihan, I will naturally take care of Xiao Zhao, but in matters such as state of mind, too much interference is not good, and too much is not enough. Vice leader Dong
Do you think this is the truth? Moreover, if Xiao Zhao can understand the truth himself, then I am afraid that he will not go one step further, but two steps further."
The middle-aged scholar couldn't help but smile: "That's good, then let's hope that Lin Zhao can take two more steps, right?"
…
Fusu Great Wall.
A figure in white clothes stood on the top of the city. Behind him, hundreds of Mohist monks were busy in an orderly manner. Xu Shuo personally led people to build a sword pavilion. This sword pavilion is located within the Fusu Great Wall, about five miles away from the city wall.
, it looked from a distance and was already ten feet tall, but Lin Wanhua had no intention of caring about this sword pavilion.
She stood at the top of the city and frowned as she looked to the north. Standing here, she could feel that Lin Zhao's mood was shattered. He no longer had the confidence and calmness he had before. She also knew what had happened. Shan
Wang Yue of Dianbie Garden, a disciple of Chu Yu, was taken away. A human monk of the lower fifth realm was taken away by a great demon of the eleventh realm. This is almost impossible to reverse. In other words, Wang Yue's
Death is already destined.
And what kind of person is Lin Zhao? He will be very dedicated to every member of the Mountain Villa. He was very concerned about Wang Yue's state of mind before and brought Wang Yue back from the edge of death. Now he finally lets Wang Yue see it.
When there was little hope of survival, his body was taken away by Yu Zhi using the dream-entering technique. How much self-reproach should Lin Zhao feel at this moment?
Lin Wanhua pursed her red lips, her beautiful eyes filled with distress. She knew that no matter how good a person Lin Zhao was, he felt sad and guilty now. The kinder the person, the more self-blame and guilt he carries. The more guilt you feel.
But there was nothing she could do. What Lin Wanhua was good at in her life was sword training. What she practiced was also the state of mind of sword master who could defeat the enemy with one sword. For Lin Zhao's delicate state of mind that was biased towards scholars, Lin Wanhua really had no way to deal with it. No, she wanted to help, but she was helpless. For a moment, she stood on the top of the city, her nose was slightly sore. What was the use of her Thirteenth Realm?
He couldn't even give Lin Zhao a little bit of sorrow.
…
A few days later.
Lin Zhao has been staying in the library, not sleeping, just flipping through the books of saints and sages. His whole body has become unkempt, and he is about to run out of oil. Zhu Zhi, Gu Lingyu, Chen Ben, Chu Yu and others are watching. He felt distressed, but there was nothing anyone could do. At this time, Lin Zhao was unwilling to contact anyone from the outside world, and any conversation would be an interruption to him.
In the afternoon, after the young master's class, the Meng boys in the academy had a little rest, so they played together in the garden of the academy.
Among them, there was a child wearing patchwork clothes who had the most fun. He used a wooden stick as a sword and led a group of children to run around in the garden. Everywhere he passed, grass fell to the ground, looking lawless. , this naughty kid is called Zhang Luobai. He is only seven years old, but he is the most naughty one in the academy and the one who gets the most slaps from the teacher. However, he is too playful. Every time, he always says, "It hurts so much, next time." "Still playing", which made all the young gentlemen in the academy just shake their heads.
Gu Lingyu, on the other hand, smiled and told his disciples that it didn't matter, that young people should behave like young people, and if they really didn't care, they wouldn't be able to learn well.
At this time, Zhang Luobai was the king of children in the academy. He held a wooden sword and a short stick, secretly waving to a group of children, and after recruiting a group of subordinates under his command, he whispered: "You know? , Our Lord of Sword Immortal Mountain has been living in the Library Pavilion these days. It is said that he is not only a Sword Immortal, but also a scholar."
"well……"
A child with a snot-filled nose grinned and said, "The mountain master is very good-looking. It would be great if my sister could marry him."
"You are so beautiful!"
Zhang Luobai smiled and said: "With your sister's appearance, she may not be much better than your gatekeeper Tang Guangjun. Can our mountain master Sword Immortal like her?"
A group of children laughed.
Zhang Luobai lowered his voice again and said, "Let's go and see the mountain master?"
"Don't, don't, don't..."
A group of children frantically tried to persuade them: "The master of the hospital said that no one can go to the library to disturb the mountain master, otherwise he will be severely punished. Zhang Luobai, Mr. Zhang Luobai, you were beaten to tears last time. If you do it again this time, I'm afraid you will be beaten to death." They will all be beaten out!"
"snort!"
Zhang Luobai was very angry: "You cowardly little people don't even dare to do this little thing, how can you achieve great things in the future? Hum, you little rats, don't conspire with each other, I will go alone, just in case the opportunity comes. , the Mountain Master Sword Immortal will accept me, Zhang Luobai, as his direct disciple? By then, I will be the first native-born Great Sword Immortal in the town, and you short-sighted fools will all have to address me as Zhang Jianxian! "
A group of children laughed loudly: "Zhang Luobai, if you really dare to go, what if we call you Great Swordsman?"
"snort!"
Zhang Luobai carried a wooden sword and a short stick, and nimbly climbed the rockery to the library. Then he climbed up from a big willow tree to the roof of the library, and looked down at the fairy-looking man from above.
The Mountain Lord Sword Immortal.
…
At this time, Lin Zhao was holding a scroll and reading it carefully.
"Oh~~~"
The naughty kid didn't have a firm grip and fell directly from the top. A willow branch crossed the pile of slips behind Lin Zhao, and suddenly fell down. With a "pop", a roll of slips fell on the ground.
The threads on Lin Zhao's face were loosened. Just in time, a line of words on the slip caught Lin Zhao's eyes. When he saw this line of words, Lin Zhao's heart trembled and he lay on his back.
Among a pile of slips, with tears streaming down his face, he finally understood.
On the slips, there are only a few lines of words, but each word is exquisite——
"Words don't have to be true, actions don't have results, only righteousness lies."
…
"That's it, that's it..."
Lin Zhao closed his eyes: "I understand."
He stood up slowly, the breath all over his body continued to rise, and the knot in his heart was completely opened. So that's it... No wonder I have read a sentence of the Holy Master before, which is that words must be deeds and deeds must be resolute. You are a villain. Before
I don’t quite understand, but now I finally understand. What does it mean to be a gentleman without weapons? It probably refers to this principle. People who truly cultivate virtue should be more flexible, as long as they stay within the lines they draw.
, it should be clear and heartless.
"So that's it..."
He couldn't help but smile, and then he thought about how to remedy the situation and how to make this matter less bad.
At this time, in the distant sky, golden clouds were billowing, all rushing toward Lin Zhao.
"..."
Under the eaves of the academy, Gu Lingyu looked at the end of the sky and couldn't help but smile with relief. He was indeed a young junior uncle. He just figured out a truth and actually triggered a ray of literary movement in the north. He was already a bit of a fusion of Taoism.
!
Inside the library.
Wisps of golden luck came to him, and when Lin Zhao opened his eyes again, he had returned to the Eighth Realm.
