Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 845: I am Wang Yangming Part 1: There is nothing outside my heart, no reason outside my heart…
The void, the clouds and the stars.
A two-and-a-half-week forward roll followed by a 360-degree front flip followed by a small jump landed perfectly!
Niu Dafa finally regained his landing posture of "dog chewing mud" last time, turned around, and saw Feng Nanzhi hugging the little princess, looking at him like a fool.
Feng Nanzhi: This is my baby's protector?
However, Xiao Aowu looked very happy, with a small mouth pouted, and kept yelling "Awow" and "Aww".
"Your Majesty, my cow is back."
Niu Dafa hurriedly walked towards Feng Nanzhi, and shouted: "Madam Chen asked me to tell Your Majesty that she..."
"Mrs. Chen?" Feng Nanzhi frowned slightly when she heard this address. The little guy in her arms glanced at her mother, and then waved her little hand...
"Whew..."
Niu Dafa's figure disappeared instantly!
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Who am I? where am I? What am I doing?
Niu Dafa fell heavily to the ground, and many question marks popped up in his mind.
"I'm... come back?" Niu Dafa sat up and looked around, all green grasslands. A sheep demon glanced at him, took two steps back, and pointed to the green grass on the ground.
That means: Have you eaten yet? If you haven't eaten, why don't you eat some together?
Niu Dafa: Who do you look down on?
"My little ancestor is so naughty..." Niu Dafa sighed, and resumed his diving landing posture, waiting for the shaking...
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Finally, after poking his **** for a long time, Niu Dafa was called into Chaoyun Xingchen again.
After landing, Niu Dafa first glanced at his little ancestor.
Well, the little ancestor fell asleep, very good.
So Niu Dafa hurried forward and told Feng Nanzhi about Yun Siyao's plan.
Feng Nanzhi fell silent after listening.
Yun Siyao actually asked her to hand over all the important information about the Tiger Clan!
You must know that a big clan naturally has a big clan background, and this background is put on the table, but it is not critical, the key is hidden in sp; that is the foundation of a clan!
Now you want her to tell the whole story?
Didn't you just sell the Tiger Clan?
Of course Feng Nanzhi understands Yun Siyao's reasoning that "the Tiger Clan will survive forever, and there must be a defeat". He also knows that after Fengbugui takes power, especially after the elders fall to Fengbugui, it is a must for the Tiger Clan to sever their arms. the road.
But... she is not reconciled!
She knows all too well that the Tiger Clan's defeat may make it difficult for them to stand up again.
Actually, her goal is not that big.
She just wanted to guard the Tiger Clan and maintain the independent status of the Tiger Clan under the current situation of the Human Clan.
But now, all her efforts are in vain.
The entanglement in her heart made her feel tired for a while.
When exactly did she lose the empress authority for so many years?
By the way, it started from the first time I saw that bastard.
Regret?
Feng Nanzhi took a look at the little meat dumpling who was sleeping peacefully and was still spitting out milk bubbles, and her heart felt warm again.
If everything was for this little thing, she would be willing to make it ten times and a hundred times more difficult.
"By the way, Chen...Sister Yun asked me to tell..." Noticing Feng Nanzhi's eyes, Niu Dafa hurriedly said, "The daughter of His Majesty and Eldest Brother should be the most honorable princess on this land! "
Feng Nanzhi: o(??^｀)o
Of course, Yun Siyao still needs to talk about it!
But then, a flash of light flashed in Feng Nanzhi's mind.
Yes!
How did I forget this one?
Even if the tiger clan is defeated, it is still the little guy's mother clan!
If the little guy is in charge of the Tiger Clan in the future...
Forget it, let my mother bear all the sins.
"What she said is wrong." Feng Nanzhi looked at Niu Dafa, with a light of hope shining in his eyes, "This child is not a princess, but a future king!"
"I'll tell you some details about the Tiger Clan right now, you should memorize it, don't miss anything!" Feng Nanzhi took a deep breath, "Go over there and talk about it, don't disturb the child to sleep... "
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Weihu Mountain.
Since the day the wind did not belong to the Lord, it has mobilized its blood to cover up this piece of starry sky.
At this moment, he leaned against Feng Nanzhi's original position, listening to his subordinates' reports.
"Patriarch, at present the Sword Tiger and Nine Tails have agreed to leave the mountain, while the Eight Heads and Shadow Tigers have to wait for His Majesty's order, especially the Shadow Tigers, they are extremely firm and must see Your Majesty. As for the Xuanhu lineage..."
"What about Xuanhu's lineage?" Feng Bugui asked indifferently.
"The envoy was blasted out, and Xuanyou Mountain was also closed."
Feng Bugui sat upright on the throne, and said: "The Xuanhu lineage is the guardian lineage of the Tiger Clan, if they don't want to intervene, just let them go..."
"Bashou and Yinghu..." Feng Bugui raised his head, his eyes didn't know where to look, and then he looked back, "Feng Nanzhi has given them so many resources. The Desolate Soul Realm is still those old immortals..."
The great sage below just wanted to burst his eardrums. Talking privately about the ancestor demon, Feng Bugui dared to say this, but he dared not listen!
The six branches of the Tiger Clan, each of which has a Desolate Soul Realm in charge. But as Feng Bugui said, the ancestor demons of Bashou and Yinghu are actually figures from thousands of years ago, especially the one from the lineage of Yinghu. It is said that he has lived for more than 2,000 years, and he has not asked about clan affairs for a long time. .
Among the six ancestor demons currently in charge, the youngest is the Desolate Soul Realm of the Yihu lineage, who became enlightened six hundred years ago, about the same time as the Daxuan Dynasty of the human race. It is said that when the northern barbarians invaded the human race, the tiger clan also took the opportunity to rob a wave, and that person got a great opportunity in it to successfully advance to the wild soul state.
"Go down..." Feng Bugui waved his hand, and the great sage quickly bowed and retreated, leaving the palace.
Looking at the shadow cast by the candlelight on the ground, Feng Bugui said, "Keep hunting."
The shadow suddenly rose, and there was a wolf-shaped shadow in the blur. The wolf shadow hesitated: "Tiger Master, the knife is used too fast, it will break."
Feng Bugui's face remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "No, he will only break if I let him break."
"As long as the knife is done well, the ancestor will handle the rest!"
The wolf shadow nodded: "The head of the shadow tiger is a good target."
After speaking, the wolf shadow was about to sink into the shadows again, but Feng Bugui waved his hand, and a blood-colored light shot into the wolf shadow, and the wolf shadow let out a muffled groan, which faded a little bit visible to the naked eye.
"Remember, knives can't talk!"
The wolf shadow didn't stay any longer, and escaped into the shadow again...
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The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty.
The progress of the wind not returning to control the Tiger Clan is still going on, but on the other side, the rain in Daxuanling City still hasn't stopped.
This is mostly the case during the rainy season in the south.
It has been raining for five days since Chen Luo left Guanzhu Square.
The pattering of the patter made the mausoleum feel like a layer of fog out of thin air.
People came from Wenchang Pavilion yesterday and blocked Guanzhu Square. It seems that my anonymous report letter played a role.
However, at the same time, the deeds of him seeking the truth but refusing it were quickly spread, and for a while, praises such as "I beg my way is not another way" and "it is not a great Confucian who is better than a great Confucian" poured in. Overhead, there was an endless stream of people visiting the door, and the door ceremony alone made the book boy A Ping smile from ear to ear.
But in the past few days, he has been thinking about the way of the Fang family that he has sensed from Ruan Zhu.
If it weren't for the Confucian way that this body walks, even his own deity would not be able to feel that truth so clearly.
After all, the Tao is the truth, the premise is that you have to be in the Tao.
The mysterious Fang family great Confucianism laid down in the Ruan Zhu that "heaven is reason". to run.
However, unlike Fang Sheng's majestic and righteous "Heaven is reason", this version of "Heaven is reason" is full of evil.
It's a robbery!
To give an inappropriate example, one is the Forbidden City, all the cultural relics in it are created and passed down by their own nation; the other is the British Museum, the source of the cultural relics in it, hum...
However, evil spirits belong to evil spirits, this principle is much stronger than that of the Fang family who are "friends forever" with themselves.
Did I accidentally draw the Fang family's hole card?
Unexpectedly, there is an unexpected harvest!
Chen Luo is not in a hurry, because he knows that the other party will come to him sooner or later!
For no other reason than to dissipate the power of "Heaven is Reason" on the spot for him!
Sure enough, when the rain continued, two figures appeared behind Chen Luo.
Chen Luo turned around, looked at the two figures, and suddenly smiled——
"It's a bit flattering to use two great scholars to invite Wang."
Half a quarter of an hour later, when the book boy Aping opened the door to invite Chen Luo to have a meal, he found that the room was empty, only a cup of tea was steaming from the small table by the window.
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Thirty miles outside the mausoleum.
A small farmyard, next to a pond, the frogs in the pond are constantly singing, quite a bit of wildness.
Chen Luo followed the two silent scholars into the small courtyard. There was a thatched shed in the small courtyard. In the middle of the thatched shed was a stove. There are some baked refreshments on display. Beside the stove, there is a Go board, and there is no word on the board.
When the two great Confucian scholars arrived here, they stopped moving forward, but signaled Chen Luo to take a seat and wait, and then they retreated outside the small courtyard, like guards.
Chen Luo looked at the two great scholars again, sighed softly, walked under the thatched shed, and poured himself another bowl of tea, as if starting to appreciate the world.
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It rains in every house during the yellow plum season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.
If you have an appointment, don't come to stay in the middle of the night.
Chen Luo waited until the sunset and the moon rose, midnight.
At this time, Chen Luo was playing chess on his own, and he had already reached the official stage.
The next moment, Chen Luo dropped a white piece into the chessboard, and a murderous intent rose from the chessboard in an instant. In an instant, the cry of frogs in the pond stopped abruptly, and even the continuous drizzle seemed to stop for half a minute.
Until this moment, the space in front of Chen Luo was rippling, and the mysterious Confucianist whom Chen Luo had seen in Guanzhu Square before appeared in front of Chen Luo. .
He didn't explain much, he just stared at the chessboard in front of Chen Luo, tacitly picked up the sunspots, and dropped them on the chessboard, as if he had been playing against Chen Luo all the time so naturally.
Chen Luo didn't seem to be surprised by the sudden appearance of this mysterious scholar, but quickly dropped another white piece.
After the two sides made more than a dozen moves quickly, the mysterious Confucian placed the sunspot in his hand in one position, and finally spoke.
"You lost!"
On the chessboard, the dragon formed by the black pieces seemed to soar into the sky, trying to devour all of Chen Luo's white pieces.
But the next moment, the black dragon suddenly bit at Chen Luo's eyebrows, but just when the black dragon was about to touch Chen Luo, it suddenly disappeared.
Chen Luo smiled faintly: "The loser is chess, not me!"
The face of the mysterious Confucian changed from laughter to seriousness, and he looked at Chen Luo with piercing eyes.
Chen Luo's words sounded like a rascal's words, but they solidly broke his technique.
Outsiders are determined not to be able to see or enter this small courtyard world.
Because this is his home country.
His technique has two layers, the first one is to be alone, sitting in a straw hut, if he is impatient and his mood is slightly disturbed, he will be affected by the "law of heaven" and become a part of this world.
Do you really think that the frogs in the pond are frogs?
And the second level is this chess game.
Regardless of winning or losing, as long as the opponent's mood is disturbed, it will also become a part of this world.
But the rogue words of the fourth-rank master on the opposite side actually made him feel restless, and he couldn't do anything.
"Confucianism is firm!" The mysterious scholar finally nodded, "Wang Yun, Wang Bo'an. I have never heard of you in the Confucianism..."
"What's the name?" Chen Luo said casually, "It's just the shackles."
"Why should I put on myself?"
Hearing the words, the mysterious scholar nodded: "Your Excellency's opinion is quite a bit like the Zen Buddhism that has flourished recently."
"In Guanzhu Square, the power to dissipate the truth below, could it be this power?"
Chen Luo smiled slightly, and instead of answering the other party directly, he looked around.
At this time, the frogs are singing again, the raindrops are falling, and the teapot is steaming, but if you look at it for a long time, you will find——
The sound of frogs will sound three times for the first breath, six times for the second breath, and two times for the third breath, and the cycle repeats.
The same is true for raindrops. Every three breaths, the raindrops all fall on the same position without any deviation. The angles are exactly the same.
There is also the flame under the teapot, with ten breaths as a cycle, the temperature goes up and down again and again.
Everything seems to be programmed, precise and precise.
You say he has not changed, he is changing every moment; but you say he has changed, as if everything is repeating.
"Is this your reasoning?" Chen Luo said softly.
"No, this is the way of heaven." The mysterious scholar shook his head with a smile, pointed to the stove, then pointed to a scholar outside the small courtyard, and said, "This is his way!"
After that, he stretched out his hand, caught a drop of rainwater, pointed to another great scholar, and said, "This is his way."
Afterwards, he shook off the rainwater in his hand, and the rainwater fell into the sky again like crazy, and quickly landed on the original position according to the original trajectory, splashing the same water splash at the same angle.
"We all have our reasons, but, God, he already has his own."
"What we have to do is to turn our way into the power of this principle, so that all this can go on again and again."
"At that time, no matter how powerful outsiders are, they will be integrated into this world and become part of the law of heaven."
"Isn't this bad?"
Looking at the Fang family scholar in front of him, Chen Luo said after a while, "Who are you?"
The great Confucian of the Fang family raised his eyebrows, and when he was about to perfunctory, Chen Luo asked again: "Who am I?"
Then, he pointed to the two great scholars standing outside and said, "Who is he? Who is he?"
Fang Family Confucianist frowned slightly and remained silent.
"Water drops into the sea and will never dry up; but is this drop still the same drop?"
"All living beings, trillions of living beings, but in this world, there is only one me!"
"I'm unique!"
"And this world, isn't it because of the countless uniqueness that it shows vigorous vitality?"
"This frog cry must have different ups and downs, different distances, so that it can be pleasant to the ear, and it will not be chaotic and natural."
"The raindrops must sometimes be misty and sometimes drifting, come and go without a fixed number, so that they can moisten the world."
"If you don't have the heart of heaven, don't try to learn the principles of heaven."
Listening to Chen Luo's eloquent talk, the scholar of the Fang family frowned and asked, "Heaven's mind? Your Excellency has such a big tone. Who in the world can say that?"
"Of course there are." Chen Luo's complexion remained unchanged, with a trace of admiration in his eyes, "Chen Luo and Chen Dongliu are also the master of martial arts and the Great Mysterious Law!"
"He wants everyone to be like a dragon, and use fireworks to practice in the world of mortals. How can he not have the heart of heaven!"
"Chen Luo..." The great scholar of the Fang family didn't rush to refute, but just thought for a moment, and said, "His martial arts originated from the world of mortals, but the world of mortals is complicated, and people's hearts are so cunning."
"Even on the first-grade road, the martial artist can set his mind on the ape and tie his horse, but this road is destined to be inseparable from the world of mortals. After a long time in the world of mortals, the ape of heart will escape at some point, and the horse of mind will eventually run free!"
"It is destined to be a dead end."
It was Chen Luo's turn to be a little surprised.
Sima Lie said before that "A deep love will never last, and wisdom will be hurt." In fact, this is also the truth. We can also see this level of crisis in martial arts.
The other party is definitely not an ordinary person.
Seeing that Chen Luo was silenced by what he said, the great scholar of the Fang family also showed a smile.
"Whatever self, is what people want!"
"There are many deceits in people's desires, and there is no certainty."
"Human desires last for a hundred years, but the laws of nature last forever!"
"Preserve the principles of nature and eliminate human desires; the way of a sage!"
"Wang Yun, the old man sees that you have extraordinary comprehension and a firm Confucian heart, so he intends to accept you as a disciple. Would you like to practice the way of heaven with me?"
Chen Luo shook his head: "I have the right way!"
The Confucian of the Fang family sneered and said: "Maybe it is comparable to the old man's way?"
"Don't think that if you break the old man's supernatural power, this way is vulnerable."
"The old man is just trying to test you, so he is merciful!"
"The two great Confucians standing outside were once great Confucians, but they are still overwhelmed by the way of the old man. The opportunity is ahead, why do you refuse!"
Wang Yun looked at the great scholar of the Fang family, and after a while, he smiled: "Are you afraid of me?"
The great Confucian of the Fang family sighed after hearing the words.
"Stubborn!"
"Forget it!"
After finishing speaking, the great Confucian of the Fang family kept talking to Chen Luo, and then his figure disappeared. The next moment, the rain shed suddenly disappeared, and the pattering rain fell directly on Chen Luo's body, and the crowing of frogs in his ears became louder Get up, shaking Chen Luo's spirit.
"Wang Yun, let me see, what do you have?"
The rain wet Chen Luo's clothes, and two streams of blood left Chen Luo's ears, and Chen Luo's figure seemed to slowly disappear into nothingness.
"Alas..." Chen Luo sighed leisurely.
Chen Luo stretched out a hand, and a flower slowly grew out of the palm.
"When I didn't see this flower, this flower and my heart died together."
"When you look at this flower, the color of this flower will be clear for a while."
Chen Luo slowly closed his eyes, and suddenly a meaning emanated from Chen Luo's body. This implication spread suddenly, directly wrapping the small courtyard of the Fang family great scholar.
In this implication, the raindrops in the sky slowly dissipate, and the frogs in the pond gradually stop.
"There is light in my heart at this time, and this world should have light!" Chen Luo said again, and then opened his eyes, and immediately a round of sun appeared in the sky above the small courtyard, shining everywhere.
Under the sunlight, the courtyard, the wooden house, the stove, the pond... all slowly dissipated, and Chen Luo's eyes blurred. He was sitting cross-legged among the mountains and forests~IndoMTL.com~Look at the sky , It hasn't been too long since I left the residence.
At this time, a cyan beam of light rose from the sky from his body and shot straight into the clouds.
At this moment, Wang Yun stepped out of the realm of a fourth-rank master and advanced to a third-rank Confucian!
His character is his own heart!
Across from him, the Fang family scholar looked at Chen Luo in surprise.
"You...what's your reasoning?"
"The truth put forward by Mr. Lu Xiangshan..." Chen Luo smiled faintly, "I, Mr. Wang, am not talented, so I would like to be called 'heart is reason'!"
"There is nothing outside the heart, and there is no reason outside the heart!"
"I don't recognize your heavenly principles!"
Listening to Chen Luo's words, the great Confucian of the Fang family stared at Chen Luo.
"Absurd! You are absurd!"
But then, the Confucian of the Fang family looked at the distant sky and said: "There are many flaws in this reasoning, and we will see you again in the future."
After finishing speaking, the great Confucian of the Fang family turned around to leave, and Chen Luo asked, "Can you leave your name?"
The great scholar of the Fang family glanced at Chen Luo, and finally said lightly: "Everyone calls me Master Fang!"
Then disappeared.
"Master Fang?" Chen Luo frowned, the title sounds familiar!
Just before Chen Luo thought about it, a blue rainbow flew over, and the majestic righteousness spread, and Chen Luo only heard a sentence of spring thunder——
"In the Wenchang Pavilion, Leng Hanbing, the vice-master, I don't know which student is here to be proud and become a great Confucian. I am here to pay a visit!"
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Just as the person who called himself "Master Fang" left, in a small temple in the Western Regions, Fang Zhigu, who was wearing cassock, squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of Daxuan.
"Wang Bo'an?"
On the other side, in a Taoist temple in Daxuan, the purple-robed Taoist Lord, who was smiling and watching a group of Taoist disciples practicing swords, also changed his face slightly, and looked to the south.
"Wang Yun?"