353. After thousands of sails, I am still a young man when I return!
Walking out of the door, Zuo Yulong and Zuo Yuting, dressed in white, were already waiting excitedly.
Being able to go to the Jade Epiphyllum Art Festival with my shopkeeper and the landlady is exciting just thinking about it.
Knowing that Han Muye took them to attend a cultural gathering, the brother and sister didn't sleep well all night.
Even Zuo Lin didn't sleep much.
Sitting on the carriage, Zuo Lin, wearing brand new clothes, happily shook his whip and drove away.
Beside the avenue, Shao Datian scratched his head and turned to look at Cuicui beside him.
"Cui Cui, when our child grows up, let him go to school."
"I think it looks really good in that robe."
Shao Datian moved his arms, imagining that he was waving his sleeves.
Cuicui watched Shao Datian's movements and couldn't help but laugh when she thought of Shao Datian wearing those robes with a tiger head.
The two of them laughed and went back to their shop.
Han Muye and Mu Wan asked them if they would go to the cultural gathering, but they both refused.
Cuicui felt that she was completely unqualified to participate in such a cultural gathering. As for Shao Datian, he would feel uncomfortable if he were asked to sit with those students.
"Brother Datian, my wife asked me to bring some medicine to protect the fetus." Bao Mingcheng, carrying the medicine bag, walked to the front of the shop and turned to look at the closed Danyuan Pavilion.
Sure enough, this family went to attend a cultural gathering.
In the Nanhuang store, Shao Datian and Cuicui happily came out to receive him.
The carriage was running very fast, and Mu Wan, who raised the curtains of the carriage, saw the scenery on both sides changing rapidly.
The vertical and horizontal avenues in the imperial city have always been extremely wide, and the carriages run parallel to each other.
Looking at the imperial city now, it is already different from when we first arrived.
Zuo Lin, who was driving the car in front, turned to look at the children beside him, with a smile on his face.
Back then, he was driving his car and taking his son around the city. Everything in his life had changed.
As the carriage moved forward, there were more and more people on both sides of the avenue.
The scholars and students in long-sleeved Confucian robes were all talking loudly.
They were in high spirits and excited, as if they were the ones attending the cultural conference today.
Indeed, today is a grand event for Confucianism and Taoism, and it is a good day for their Confucianism and Taoism practitioners.
Today belongs to them.
Zuo Lin couldn't remember the last time he saw the Confucian scholars in the city being so excited. How many years ago was it?
The carriage moved forward again, slowing down.
Because there are too many scholars and students leaving the city, the avenue has been blocked.
On the road, those vehicle frames also slowed down and ran parallel to these students.
"Hey, that seems to be the carriage of the Confucian scholar. Should we write a poem to see if the Confucian scholar will notice it?" Someone among the students on the roadside pointed to a carriage and spoke in a low voice.
"Isn't this good... The chicks are growing up in the tree, and when I come home, sir, what do you think of my poems?"
"Fuck, don't talk about martial ethics, sir - I also have poetry -"
In the chaos, someone was holding a book and stuffing it into the hands of Zuo Yuting and Zuo Yulong who were sitting next to the carriage.
I didn't understand who was sending it, but they were already holding a stack of books in their hands.
The brother and sister looked at each other, at a loss.
"Bring it to me and take a look." Han Muye said softly in the carriage.
The two brothers and sister hurriedly handed the book to Han Muye.
"Hey, if I hadn't met the young master and the young lady, I might not be as good as them..." Zuo Yulong turned to look at the students beside the road and spoke softly.
He, Zuo Yulong, was just a little talented and was attending the Imperial City Academy.
There are countless people like him in the entire imperial city.
Why is he better than others?
On the side of the road, I saw two brothers and sisters handing books into the carriage, so I hurriedly brought them again.
The two brothers and sisters no longer dared to accept the call, they both shrank their hands.
"Zuo Yulong!"
"Jade Dragon, it's me!"
"Last time I sat in on the class, Murong Tui was sitting next to you!" someone shouted from the carriage next door.
Zuo Yulong turned around and saw a little fat man.
Murong retreated back to the carriage and turned to look at the old man sitting in front of him.
"Dean, it is said that Zuo Yulong has a great Confucian and Taoist cultivator behind him. Why don't you give your books to him for submission? Don't worry, Yulong is my brother."
The little fat man patted his chest.
Sitting upright, Qiu Chuqi hesitated for a moment, nodded, and carefully took out a volume of handwriting from his sleeve.
The little fat man reached out to grab it and leaned half of his body out of the carriage.
"Brother Yulong, show this book to your husband. When you come back, I'll ask you -"
Murong Tui winked at Zuo Yulong.
Zuo Yulong was a little embarrassed, but he still reached out and took the book.
"Sir, this..."
He knew that with his ability as the shopkeeper, he could understand everything.
In the carriage, Han Muye said: "Bring it here."
Seeing Zuo Yulong sending the book in, Murong Tui showed joy on his face, turned around and shouted in a low voice: "It's done!"
Qiu Chuqi nodded.
In fact, with his cultivation and reputation in charge of an academy, it is not as if he does not know Confucian and Taoist masters.
Even in the Imperial City Academy, I am somewhat familiar with him.
It's just that today is different.
The great Confucians who can participate in the Literary Society today are truly the top figures in the world.
If I could get guidance from such a person, I might have a chance to break through to become a Confucian and Taoist master.
But once you become a Confucian and Taoist master, the world in front of you will suddenly be different.
Unknowingly, Qiu Chuqi's calm mood turned into a bit nervous.
He turned to look at the cheerful little fat man in front of him.
This guy spent 20,000 spiritual stones to buy invitations and pretended to be 100,000 to earn his own favor.
Then he shamelessly tried to follow me.
Originally, I brought him here for the sake of the invitation, but now that I look at it, maybe this kid is not so ignorant after all?
I just don’t know how the Confucian and Taoist people in the opposite carriage will feel when they see my books?
At this time, Han Muye had already flipped through a pile of books in front of him.
Some pens resemble dragons and snakes, flying dragons and phoenixes, just like ghosts and talismans.
Some handwriting is beautiful, the words are piled up, and there is no emotion.
Others are nonsense.
Of course, there are one or two of them that are worth looking at.
He wrote some words with ink on the ones that looked good, and then folded them.
Opening the book handed over by Murong Tui, Han Muye's eyes lit up.
The handwriting is strong and vigorous, and the beginning of the article is meaningful.
"The heaven and earth are vast, the stars and rivers are brilliant, the mountains are towering and green..."
After reading the entire article, Han Muye smiled, took out a piece of paper, and wrote on it.
After finishing writing, he sandwiched the tissue paper in the book and handed it out.
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"Brother Murong——"
Zuo Yulong shouted loudly, causing the surrounding scholars and students to turn their heads.
The car curtain over there opened, and Murong Tui poked his head out with a surprised look on his face.
"My young master has already read it." Zuo Yulong handed the book back.
For a moment, everyone stared at the book, eager to open it and see what comments were on it.
Murong Tui took the book, nodded to Zuo Yulong, and got back into the carriage with a smile.
"Hey, you still have to have a way, otherwise who will give you an explanation." Someone beside the road muttered in despair.
Not far away, someone's eyes fell on the car frame and he frowned.
"This seems to be the brother and sister from the Zuo family? Remember, they escaped from the Ma family's marriage contract and moved away. Now they are prosperous?" The scholar in gray Confucian robes had twinkling eyes and a smile on his lips.
"What is the name of Zuo's daughter, Ting? She looks okay, but her background is too low." As the scholar said this, he quickly walked forward a few steps and approached the carriage.
"Uncle Zuo, I am Bai Tao, from the Bai family in the alley."
Zuo Lin, who was concentrating on driving, turned his head, was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "It turns out to be Mr. Bai."
A young man who can't even sit on the bicycle frame.
There are actually many wealthy families like this in the city.
For example, Zuo Lin's family can only rent other people's houses.
When he heard Zuo Lin calling him, Bai Tao's face showed joy and he took out a book.
"Sister Zuo, please help me pass it on to sir."
Zuo Yuting looked at her father and brother in embarrassment, thought for a moment, and finally answered.
Then someone next to me handed over a few more copies.
The book was sent into the carriage, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea.
Bai Tao walked quickly along with the carriage. After a while, his expression turned gloomy.
"Bah, what a great scholar, he might be a liar." He cursed in a low voice and stopped with a breath.
"How can the Zuo brothers and sisters reach such a high position? It's a pity that I have only one book." He muttered, took out another book from his sleeve, turned around and rushed towards the other carriage.
"Buzz——"
At this moment, in the carriage carriage running parallel to Han Muye's carriage, a golden aura rose into the sky.
The great Confucian achieved enlightenment and breakthrough!
On both sides of the avenue, countless scholars and students stared at this enduring aura, their eyes widening.
Could it be that the reason for enlightenment and breakthrough was because of that annotation?
really.
In the carriage, Murong shrank in a corner, his face full of surprise.
"Hey, dean, is this a breakthrough? I've made a lot of money from this favor..."
Qiu Chuqi in front of him held a piece of tissue paper in his hand and murmured in his mouth, making a breakthrough in cultivation without realizing it.
"Life is not just about the present, but also about poetry and the distance."
"The world is so big, you should go see it."
"Poetry and the distance, you should go and see it, you should go and see it..."
On both sides of the carriage, dozens of students gathered around, hoping to be blessed with the great Confucian's breakthrough.
Countless people looked up at the frame, with envy and excitement on their faces.
Those students clenched their fists and seemed more excited than their own breakthrough.
Without others, push others and yourself.
If others can make breakthroughs after receiving comments from great Confucians, of course you can too.
In the distance, on the river outside the city, along the riverside, and on the avenue, almost everyone raised their heads to watch the golden beam of light slowly dissipate.
The joy on the avenue was like seeing a great master making a breakthrough.
This is a breakthrough witnessed by countless eyes. I have actually seen someone break through because of literary skills.
In such a grand event, will you be the next one to make a breakthrough?
The divine light converged, and the energy and blood in his body became unified with the awe-inspiring energy. Qiu Chuqi looked much younger.
He turned his head, looked at Murong Tui with a gentle expression, and said softly: "Murong boy, thank you very much."
His words made Murong Tui tremble all over and bring tears to his eyes.
Qiu Chuqi was slightly stunned, and was about to ask when he heard Murong Tui murmur: "Dean, ever since I entered the academy, you have either beaten or scolded me. Even my father donated two large courtyards to the academy, and you didn't do this."
Like you talked to me..."
Murong Tui burst into tears and sobbed: "Dean, I also want to be a good student!"
Who doesn’t want to be a good student?
Who doesn’t have poetry and distance in his heart?
Isn’t this what worldly education is all about?
Qiu Chuqi felt his heart tremble, and he could not contain the restrained aura of the avenue all over his body.
The aura that had dissipated in the sky reappeared.
The golden light pillar was more magnificent and brilliant than before.
There was also a faint purple air mixed in the light pillar.
Enlightenment again!
After enlightenment twice in a row, divine light suddenly appeared and could be seen hundreds of miles away!
At this moment, the students around the avenue, as well as the Confucian and Taoist figures sitting upright in the carriage, all looked in the direction of Qiu Chuqi's carriage in surprise.
The continuous enlightenment that can only be found in legends was actually seen today!
Could it be that Confucianism and Taoism are about to flourish?
"Hey, who is this person, who can realize enlightenment continuously?" came an old voice from the carriage in front.
The old man in black robe concentrated for a moment, with a strange look in his eyes.
"Enlightened by commentaries?"
"Could it be that you were really stirred up by the grand event, coupled with comments and hints, and then you finally understood it?"
The old man pondered for a moment and then said: "Chen Shi, please collect some handwritten letters for me to read."
Hearing his words, the young man in white robe sitting in front of the carriage was stunned.
However, the young man's face turned to be filled with joy, he looked towards both sides of the avenue, and said loudly: "Mr. Chen Yi wants to collect a few handwritten letters and read them, and send the ones he can get."
Chen Yi!
After the young man finished speaking, everyone around him exclaimed.
"He is the most rigorous teacher in Imperial City Academy who is rigorous in his studies!"
"Mr. Chen Yi, the great scholar and great master of the world!"
"I, I don't dare to take out my manuscript..."
In the midst of the commotion, many people still took out their manuscripts and submitted them anxiously.
A young man named Chen Shi collected the manuscript and put it into the carriage.
This scene made the people around him even more excited and curious.
There are people in the back who have achieved breakthroughs due to the annotations and have achieved enlightenment twice in a row. Then with Mr. Chen Yi’s annotations, will anyone be able to achieve enlightenment?
Although we know that enlightenment is something that can only happen but cannot be expected, after all, everyone hopes that miracles can happen more often.
As Chen Yi received the article, many other people on the carriages also spoke.
Suddenly, the already crowded avenue became even more noisy.
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In the carriage, Han Muye also had a slight strange color on his face.
Is it possible to achieve enlightenment twice? Such a strange thing can happen?
It seems that the Confucian and Taoist monk named Qiu Chuqi really has a solid foundation, and he is just missing an opportunity.
He chuckled lightly and looked at the books that had been annotated in front of him.
After thinking for a while, he opened the book again and then gently put down the pen.
"Good poetry, it can be seen that the author has something in his heart, but it's just that the mountains and rivers are moving like flying clouds. Can this be changed to "end"?"
"This sentence is rigorous, yet flexible, and the author is thoughtful."
"Think carefully about the words and sentences, and then it will become clear to you."
"The article is beautiful without losing its charm, which is worthy of being cultivated."
"Young man, if you have a dream, chase it!"
"I see that your poems and prose have the demeanor of a general, and you will definitely become famous in the future."
"Wuhu, take off."
…
Even if it's just a bunch of pigeons, it can fertilize the fields, right?
Looking at these poems and articles at this time, Han Muye's senses were different.
All kinds of complimentary words flowed from the tip of the pen. Those originally mediocre poems and phrases suddenly seemed to be sublimated after some modifications and some markings of praise.
Even the messy calligraphy with flying dragons and phoenixes, embellished with regular pen and ink, looks particularly interesting.
"Breakthrough!"
"Mr. Chen Yi's guidance gave a student an epiphany, and he made a breakthrough on the spot and became a sergeant. He soared into the sky and jumped over the dragon's gate!"
On the road, there were screams and roars intertwined.
When Qiu Chuqi made a breakthrough before, he was a master. The beam of light shone brightly, but it was far away from ordinary Confucianism and Taoism practitioners.
But at this time, it was an opportunity that everyone truly felt that they might also have.
Not far from me, the person holding a few pieces of tissue paper in his hands, trembling all over, and surrounded by golden aura, could he be the next me.
"Student, student Su Qi'er, thank you Master Chen for your guidance." The newly promoted Confucian and Taoist scholar excitedly stepped forward and bowed in front of Chen Yi's bicycle frame.
With the help of guidance, a teacher can become a teacher forever.
Chen Shi, who was sitting on the bicycle frame, had a smile on his face.
My grandfather is indeed a great scholar from the Imperial City Academy. He can train a non-commissioned officer with just one book of guidance.
How many of the great scholars in the street can do this?
"Well, you are considered a diligent student. I will accept this courtesy."
"Follow me at the carriage later. I will take you to Xianzhou."
Chen Yi's voice came out, making Su Qi Er and the people around them widen their eyes.
Receiving a gift is an acknowledgment of the teacher-student relationship, and Su Qi Er can also call himself Chen Yi's disciple in the future.
Following Xianzhou not only solidified the relationship, but also gave Su Qi Er the opportunity to face Da Ru directly.
This is the kind of treatment only a direct disciple can get!
Even Chen Shi was a little envious of the decadent middle-aged man in front of him.
"Disciple, disciple, thank you Master Chen." Su Qi Er bowed again excitedly, looking at the somewhat worn robes on her body, a blush flashed on her face, and she strode behind the carriage.
There were too many scholars surrounding Chen Yina's bike, which made the road a little congested, and the bike behind him was a bit slower.
For the students, they wish they could all stop and annotate their articles slowly.
At this time, Han Muye handed over the article he had annotated: "Give it back to them."
Zuo Yulong and Zuo Yuting quickly took it.
As soon as you catch the eye, you can see that almost every book is filled with annotations circled in red ink.
My son really read every book carefully!
Zuo Yuting and Zuo Yulong looked at each other.
"Huzhou Zheng Yuanhe, Mr. Zheng Yuanhe, your scroll has already annotated——"
"Zhao Daosheng of Hetian Academy, Zhao Daosheng, please come and pick up the annotated handwriting."
"If you can't see the name clearly and only recognize some goose, please come over."
…
The brother and sister shouted, making the area around the car frame silent for a while.
"My, my handwriting has been annotated!" Someone suddenly yelled.
"Haha, I am, Zhao Daosheng is me. Student, thank you sir, thank you sir..."
"Goose? That's me, Bai Shenghe."
People who had handed over handwritten books before rushed over and took their own books.
Some people had trembling hands and didn't dare to look down, while others couldn't wait to open it.
Even if their own works were not sent, people around them gathered around to see what the reviewed works were like.
Great Confucian Commentary: What if I can also follow the path of enlightenment?
"Young man, you must have dreams, dreams, yes, yes, I must have dreams! I can't give up, I will definitely be admitted as a scholar..." The white-haired old man held his own handwriting and looked at the bright red annotations on it,
Tears streaming down my face.
There was actually a trace of awe-inspiring energy surging around him.
This aura is not strong, but extremely rich.
"I have been studying for sixty years, and I have been writing non-stop every day. Outsiders only say that I am a rotten scholar, and a rotten scholar. Only today has a gentleman affirmed it."
"Haha, we are studying, but we just want to have a dream, why should we care about other people's opinions?"
The people next to the white-haired old man looked at him and burst into tears. They saw him flipping through the book in his hand and murmuring in his mouth. When he reached the last page of the book, the old man's breath became short and his face turned red.
A strong aura of awe suddenly burst out from him.
"Thousands of sails have passed, but I am still a young man when I return!"
"Haha, after thousands of sails, I'm still a young man when I come back!"
"Zhao Daosheng realized it today——"
"boom--"
The rich aura of aura intertwined with the purple beam of light, soaring straight into the sky.
The dazzling light made it difficult for countless people to open their eyes.
Scholar, scholar, scholar, master!
Four steps in one step, the awe-inspiring energy is superimposed, and the beam of light is like a galaxy!
Wearing a white robe, a young man of no more than eighteen years old stood in the pillar of light, with bright eyes and a calm expression. He bowed towards the carriage in front and saluted.
Zhao Daosheng of Hetian Academy studied hard for sixty years, one step at a time, and became a Confucian and Taoist master. He went back to his roots and became a teenager again.
Who is not a teenager?
In the carriage, Mu Wan watched as the senior brother in front of him held a ball of golden aura in his hand, which was constantly changing.
There was a hint of smile on Han Muye's face, his eyes penetrated the golden aura, and there was a vast power surging through his body.
"To promote the Tao with one's own body, and to borrow the power of heaven, this is the Dahuang Court."
He put away the golden aura and chuckled: "It's not a loss to spend a little bit of Haoran Qi to infuse a master and deduce the Dahuangting's practice method."
