Chapter 45 Great opportunity, the incarnation of sages
"It seems that it is not simply reading books that can improve one's literary quality. After reading one book of the same level, the improvement effect will be minimal if you read another book of the same type. It seems that you must have an enlightenment on higher realms of literary classics.
That’s all.”
Chen Shaojun was thoughtful.
It's easier said than done. After reaching the eighth level of Literary Qi, Chen Shaojun has read most of the classics in the Confucian Temple, but the number of classics in the Confucian Temple is limited. From now on, there will be very little help that can be provided to Chen Shaojun.
"It seems we can only find another way."
Thinking like this, Chen Shaojun quickly put the books in his hands aside.
"The Master said that when you learn, you should practice it from time to time..."
It was dark at night, and just when Chen Shaojun turned off the lights and was about to go to sleep, suddenly the sound of reading loudly came from outside the room.
"Huh? Who is still studying at this late hour? Aren't you afraid of Master's punishment?"
Chen Shaojun was greatly surprised.
There are strict rules in the Confucian Temple. By this time, all the students have basically turned off the lights and gone to bed. Chen Shaojun has stayed here for more than ten days. This is the first time he heard someone reading loudly at night, and the voice was cadenced and contained a special kind of
Rhythm seems to suck people's soul away.
The most bizarre thing is that the growth of Chen Shaojun's literary spirit has almost stopped, but when the sound of reading came, Chen Shaojun felt that the literary spirit in his body was stirring, and there were faint signs of growing again.
This aroused Chen Shaojun's curiosity.
"Let's go over and have a look!"
As soon as he thought of it, Chen Shaojun lifted his robe, crossed the threshold, and walked out quickly.
It was a quiet night. Although the reading was loud, for some reason, no one in the wing came out to check except Chen Shaojun. It was as if Chen Shaojun was the only one who heard it.
Chen Shaojun became more and more surprised and continued walking forward following the sound.
After walking through the wing rooms, just behind the Confucian Temple, Chen Shaojun finally saw the source of all these sounds.
In the night, a huge willow tree stood tall, its branches and leaves stretched out in the sky, but they had already withered.
"It's Wenshu!"
Chen Shaojun's heart moved and he immediately recognized it. Unlike when he saw it before, Wen Shu still exuded a strong death aura, but there were bits and pieces of hazy brilliance emanating from deep in the trunk, making Wen Shu look extremely soft.
It feels a little more alive.
Under the literary tree, Chen Shaojun clearly saw a man in white.
The man in white had a face like a crown jewel and a gentle and elegant temperament. He had one hand behind his back and the other hand was holding a scripture.
The sound of reading aloud came from his mouth.
As the breeze blew, the man in white's hair, crown, and robe danced gracefully, giving people an elegant and otherworldly feeling. Even Chen Shaojun couldn't help but be attracted by it, and was momentarily lost in thought.
"Who is this?"
Chen Shaojun was secretly surprised. This man in white had an impressive and unique temperament. This was absolutely incomparable to other people. Even the masters in the Confucian Temple were inferior. The most special thing was that Chen Shaojun had stayed in the Confucian Temple for so long. Before that,
I haven't even seen him at all.
But the strangest thing is not just this. When Chen Shaojun glanced aside, he couldn't help but be surprised:
"Wang Xiaonian!"
In another place a few feet away under the Wen tree, a young figure sat upright, listening attentively. Beside him, a strong green cow with hoofs as big as a bowl was extremely eye-catching. Who else could it be if it wasn't Wang Xiaonian?
Wang Xiaonian's whereabouts were erratic. Chen Shaojun had noticed that except for the first day, Wang Xiaonian almost never appeared in the Confucian Temple at other times. It was only in the dead of night that Chen Shaojun did not expect that he would appear here.
The scene in front of me seemed even more bizarre.
"What the hell is going on..."
Chen Shaojun walked over and subconsciously said to Wang Xiaonian.
However, before he finished speaking, Wang Xiaonian turned his head, glanced at Chen Shaojun with his immature face, quickly stretched out a finger to his lips, and at the same time glanced at the man in white who was close at hand.
Chen Shaojun was startled for a moment, then he understood and walked slowly to Wang Xiaonian's side.
"Don't make a sound. It's your fate that you can hear me. Listen carefully and don't talk. How much you can understand depends on your luck."
At this moment, Wang Xiaonian lowered his voice and said, as thin as an ant.
The two of them can be considered old acquaintances to some extent. Although Chen Shaojun is five or six years older than Wang Xiaonian, Wang Xiaonian has a serious face, and his tone when talking to Chen Shaojun is like an elder supporting a younger one.
"Are you talking about the man in white?"
Chen Shaojun has also become accustomed to this child prodigy's style and doesn't take it seriously.
Unexpectedly, Chen Shaojun just said a casual word, but Wang Xiaonian suddenly shook his body, turned his head suddenly, opened his eyes wide, and looked at Chen Shaojun in disbelief.
"you can see?"
Wang Xiaonian looked incredulous.
Chen Shaojun was surprised.
"See him? Isn't this normal? The man in white is so shiny that only the blind can't see it, right?"
But Chen Shaojun soon realized that this man in white was very abnormal. Judging from Wang Xiaonian's reaction, I'm afraid no one could see him under normal circumstances.
Chen Shaojun raised his eyebrows, feeling that the scene in front of him was getting weirder.
On the side, Wang Xiaonian glared at Chen Shaojun fiercely, with a hint of jealousy in his eyes, but he quickly snorted, turned his head away, and ignored him.
In front of him, the man in white continued to read the classics in his hand, seemingly not seeing Chen Shaojun and Wang Xiaonian at all.
"The Master said: 'You are so virtuous, come back! With a basket of food and a ladle of drink, in a back alley, people cannot bear their worries...'"
The sound of reading loudly continued to reach my ears.
"Hui Ye? This is what Master Kong Sheng praised his disciple Yan Hui."
If Chen Shaojun has some enlightenment.
Yan Hui was a disciple of Master Kong Sheng and one of the seventy-two disciples. He was respectfully called Yan Zi after Master Kong Sheng and was also one of the disciples after All Saints.
Chen Shaojun has not read The Analects of Confucius, but he also knows that among the disciples of Confucius, Yan Hui had the highest understanding.
Kong Sheng rarely praised his disciples. This article in the hands of the man in white is probably one of the few chapters where Master Kong Sheng specifically praised his disciples.
This thought just passed through Chen Shaojun's mind. The next moment, a sudden change occurred without any warning. Buzz, Chen Shaojun immediately felt the literary energy sprouting in his body. It was as if there was some kind of power injected into him. The literary energy that Chen Shaojun had stopped at originally suddenly changed from the literary energy.
The peak of eight liters suddenly rose one level higher, directly breaking through to the ninth liter of Wen Qi.
In an instant, Chen Shaojun felt that his mental energy had soared, and every cell in his body felt as if an iron had been pressed on him, making him feel extremely comfortable.
"Incredible! The sound of the man in white reading is so magical!"
No matter how slow Chen Shaojun reacted, he realized at this time that this was the good fortune that Wang Xiaonian said.
The next moment, Chen Shaojun held his breath and concentrated his attention, and immediately listened attentively. Sure enough, the sound of reading reached his ears, and every word was filled with magic. With every word passed into his ears, the literary energy in Chen Shaojun's body would rise a little.
"Just the sound of reading has this power and can improve a person's literary quality. This kind of thing is probably difficult for great Confucian scholars, great Confucian scholars, and clan members to do. This is something that only sages can do according to legend."
At this moment, Chen Shaojun realized clearly that the man in white in front of him had a great background. He was most likely a famous sage in Confucianism and Taoism, or even a being with a higher status.
It's just that the person in front of me is not a real person, but the incarnation of light and shadow left by the other party.
The sages of Confucianism and Taoism are as high as the immortals in martial arts. Wang Xiaonian is right, there is indeed a great opportunity in front of him.
Just when Chen Shaojun was listening attentively, something changed before his eyes. The man in white was originally reciting half a volume of the Analects in his hand, but at this moment he seemed to feel something and suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.
And right behind him, there was just a faint sound. From inside the originally lifeless tree with withered branches and leaves, a bright moon-like light escaped. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a five or six-year-old boy, stretching out his legs.
, fell to the ground.
"coming!"
A voice came from the side. Wang Xiaonian, like Chen Shaojun, was listening on the side without moving. But the moment the boy emerged from the tree, his whole body became energetic, extremely excited, and his eyes were extremely bright.
Chen Shaojun's heart moved and he looked carefully at the scene in front of him.
"Xiao Liu, you're out."
Seeing the boy behind him, the man in white showed a smile on his face. He leaned down and touched his head gently. He looked very familiar.
"Do you remember what I taught you last time?"
"I remember, but Xiao Liu still doesn't understand what it means."
The boy under the willow tree made a childish and crisp voice. His eyes were bright and he looked very pure.
"Haha, it doesn't matter. Xiaoliu has plenty of time. Just remember what I told you and recite it every day. One day you will understand."
The man in white had a smile on his face and looked kind and friendly.
The boy raised his head, seeming to understand.
"But, Brother Xiaoxun, you always say that Xiaoliu has plenty of time, so what exactly is time? Why do I have it, don't you guys have it?"
The boy's eyes flashed with a simple look on his face.
Seeing the boy's expression, the man in white couldn't help but laugh:
"Xiao Liu, everyone has time, but everyone is different. The scriptures say, 'A saint does not value an inch of jade, but an inch of yin, which is rare and easy to lose...'"
The man in white still had a smile on his face at first, but when he finished speaking, he didn't know what he thought of, his expression was startled, and he couldn't say any more.
And in an instant, it was as if time had stopped and everything was frozen in this moment. The boy stood under the tree, motionless, and the man in white lost his brilliance in his eyes and just repeated the last sentence mechanically.
However, just as time froze, a loud voice sounded in the night:
"Yu's trend is to follow the time, to carry out the legacy without taking it, to wear the crown without taking care of it, not to fight for the first, but to fight for the right time. Therefore, the sage keeps the pure way and embraces the female festival, adapts to the changes, and cannot compete with him!
"
Wang Xiaonian, a child prodigy on the side, suddenly stood up and walked towards the tree. While he was chanting, his eyes were bright and full of expectation.
"This is what the sage said later. It cannot be wrong. It will definitely not be wrong! As long as you are correct, you will definitely be able to solve this Confucian and Taoist case from thousands of years ago and receive the gift from Xun Sheng. There will be no mistake!"
Wang Xiaonian was so excited that Chen Shaojun next to him was startled.