Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 258: Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world

(There are still side stories in the writer's words)

Central capital, Spring and Autumn Hall.

Sima Lie stood on the plaza of the Spring and Autumn Hall with a hint of doubt on his face, looking at the northern sky.

A great scholar from the historian passed by, and when he saw Sima Lie, he was also very curious, so he stepped forward and saluted: "Mr. Sima, what are you doing?"

Sima Lie shook his head slightly and said, "I don't know either, it's just that the time has changed. It seems that something has happened in the annals of history!"

The great scholar of the Shi family was stunned for a moment, then sensed for a moment, and said, "I didn't notice anything here."

At this moment, a master of the history family ran out of the Chen Pavilion and shouted: "Teacher, the chronometer has moved! The chronometer has moved!"

The chronometer, a treasure of the historian, is a huge hourglass. The upper part is filled with the sand of time, and the lower part is divided into eight parts, corresponding to east, south, west, north, northeast, northwest, and southeast respectively. , Southwest four directions. Whenever there is a major event in the history, there will be a sense of it, and the amount of falling sand will be used to judge the place of the incident.

"But something happened in the north?" Sima Li stepped forward quickly, and the Confucian scholar of the Shi family also looked nervous.

Now the North is at a time of stalemate. If there is a major event in the history, it will be either a huge victory or a disastrous defeat!

But how?

Could it be that... Barbarian God and Barbarian sacrifice disregarded the two-day covenant and forcibly took action.

At this time, the master of the Shi family had already run up to the two of them and said, "To the northeast, thirty-six thousand miles!"

Sima Lie and Shi Jia Da Ru immediately flashed the map of the Great Xuan Territory, northeast, 36,000 miles.

The two looked at each other and said in unison, "Dongcangcheng!"

Sima Lie's eyes flashed brightly.

"The old man is teleported by the power of the Holy Way of the Great Gate of History, and you sit in the Chunqiu Hall!"

"Yes!"

Sima Lie waved his sleeves, and the whole person disappeared in place.

The great scholar of the Shi family turned his head sideways, with a look of doubt on his face: "Dongcangcheng, Wuhou?"

……

East Cang City.

At this time, the other Confucian scholars who sensed the power of the Heavenly Dao in the Wuyuan also appeared one after another.

Soon, Yun Siyao and Wu Litao also appeared behind Chen Luo.

Many great Confucians in battles saluted Yun Siyao when they saw him.

After Yun Siyao returned the salute, when he saw the first electric inscription on the tablet, his eyes flashed, and he understood the whole story.

"Junior Brother wants to answer three questions about running a school?"

"This is the first song 'Being Used to Long Nights in Spring'!"

Yun Si looked at Chen Luo from afar. At this time, Chen Luo's long sword pierced half an inch into the second stone slab. He stood on the spot and closed his eyes in contemplation.

The second question of running a school: how!

Helpless, helpless, hopeless, what should I do?

Chen Luo's mind seemed to flash the cries of countless people, they were angry, they were sad, they cursed God, they prayed to God, they didn't understand, why only those who have mastered the talent of reading can be favored by the way of heaven, can Possess the power to survive.

People are like weeds, so why give birth to people!

Chen Luo let out a long breath, opened his eyes, and flipped his wrists.

"Move, move, Hou Ye moved."

"The first sentence is out."

A row of powerful characters appeared on the slate.

"Kyushu is angry."

"Kyushu? Yes, when the dynasty divided the world and divided the territory of the human race into Kyushu, it was called the ancient Kyushu in history. This sentence should be used by Lord Hou."

"This sentence makes it clear that the anger of the human race requires the emergence of new forces like wind and thunder. It has quite the meaning of Fang Weng's 'the thunder and the wind start the house, and the heavens and the earth will turn the world around'!"

"Look, Lord Hou has written the second sentence."

Chen Luo wrote the second line of this poem at this time——

"It's sad to have a thousand horses together."

In this sentence, a sense of lament spread throughout the audience.

Xiang Jixuan shook his head and sighed: "Po Xian once said in "Three Horses Praise": The northern barbarian tribute horse, the head is eight feet high, the dragon's skull and the phoenix bone, the tiger's back and the leopard's seal, Out of the Donghua Gate, into the Tiansi Prison, the mane screamed and the horses slaughtered together."

"The Marquis uses horses to describe people. I have a dignified human race with nearly twice the population of the barbarians. However, all the barbarians are soldiers, but my human race can only be fought by people who have read through. Therefore, a horse called, What a shame..."

"This sentence corresponds to the previous sentence, and it really points out why the power of wind and thunder is needed to stir up anger."

Chen Luo had blocked the voices of the people around him at this time. He felt a force wrapping around him, making it harder to draw his sword tip every time it was several times more difficult than before.

Chen Luo's whole body burst out with red dust, and he continued to bless Chen Luo's sword. The tip of the sword entered half an inch, and the light on it flickered. It was just the first stroke, which is equivalent to Master Wenbao The sword exploded instantly.

"Master Marquis, use this sword!" Xiang Jixuan's hand appeared a long sword with a pitted body and threw it to Chen Luo, "This old man took this sword and killed hundreds of fellow robes who were cursed by the barbarians and could not be cured. With the common people, it is the suffering of my human race, the suffering of the human race, and this old man's sword of death! Now it is a treasure of great Confucianism!"

Xiang Jixuan threw the sword to Chen Luo and was caught by Chen Luo.

Chen Luo held this fatal sword in his hand, as if he heard the roar of the human race in the sword, he pierced the tip of the sword into the slate again, and finally finished writing the whole poem——

Kyushu is angry,

It's sad to see a thousand horses together.

I persuade the Lord of Heaven to rejoice,

Electrical talent reduction!

The poem is over, long silence!

For a moment, Xiang Jixuan swallowed: "Jiantian! This is Jiantian!"

"Electrical talent! Wow, so good to say!"

"This human race should have been eclectic!"

While everyone was talking about it, a cracking sound came from the second stone slab.

"Huh? Could it be that Tiandao is not instructed to destroy this monument?"

"This... how is this possible!"

But in the eyes of everyone, there were more and more cracks on the slate.

"Tian Dao, why are you... um?"

A great Confucian was about to swear in anger when he suddenly choked in his mouth.

Because of the crack of the second slate, the fragrance of the fragrance spread out and spread away in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, I saw wisps of green onion seedlings drilled out of the crack, turning into turmeric and bluegrass, and a giant jade tree phantom loomed behind the stone tablet!

"Zhilan Yushu!" Yun Siyao said.

Hearing Yun Siyao's words, the great Confucians suddenly recognized this vision——

Zhilan Yushu!

The Xie family, a semi-sage family in the previous dynasty, had three generations of semi-sages in a row. Heavenly Dao was born with Zhilan Yushu in its courtyard, so the talented children of the Xie family were also known as the Xie family treasure tree. Wang Wei once wrote, "It is not the treasure tree of the Xie family, but the neighbor of the Meng family." Later, Zhilan Yushu was the name for outstanding children.

I just didn't expect that thousands of years apart, the people present actually witnessed the vision of "Zhilan Yushu" again, and it was born out of thin air.

"Eclectic!" Xiang Jixuan couldn't believe it, "Tian Dao is responding to Lord Hou!"

"Eclectic Trees!"

……

Central capital, Wenchang Pavilion.

Yan Baichuan, who was reviewing the school chapter, suddenly paused, and the brush in his hand was suspended in the air. His gaze shifted slightly, looking at the teacup beside his hand.

The tea in the teacup rippled slightly, and the floating tea leaves on it moved slowly like a boat.

Then the heavier pen holder on the desk began to shake.

Yan Baichuan suddenly held down the desk and suppressed the shaking of the desk.

"Earth movement?" Yan Baichuan frowned. how is this possible? Zhongjing City is the best place for the human race, and it has its own array arrangement, so how can earthquakes happen.

Is it the aftermath of the semi-holy battle?

Yan Baichuan turned back and forth in a flash, when Leng Bingbing rushed in: "Wen Xiang, Wenchang Pavilion has moved!"

"The old man knows!"

"No, I mean, only Wenchang Pavilion moved!"

Yan Baichuan was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood what Leng Hanbing said, he closed his eyes suddenly, and his consciousness covered the entire Wenchang Pavilion.

It's not the ground moving, but the space of Wenchang Pavilion is shaking!

"Wen Xiang, what's going on?" Leng Hanbing asked.

"My Wenchang Pavilion is in charge of the world's education, this is the way of education!"

Yan Baichuan opened his eyes and counted with both hands.

From the top to the bottom, there are many Yuanheng and Ji.

The fourteenth hexagram, the hexagram of fire and heaven.

Yan Baichuan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then continued to calculate, and after a while, his face showed doubts.

"Dongcang?"

Leng Hanbing's ears moved: "Bing Xiang? What Dongcang? Is it related to Wuhou?"

Yan Baichuan nodded: "Not bad!"

Leng Bingbing: "My subordinate wishes..."

Yan Baichuan said directly: "Old man, go to Dongcang quickly, you are staying in Wenchang Pavilion!"

Leng Hanbing was stunned for a moment, and wanted to say more, Yan Baichuan waved his sleeves, and the whole person disappeared in place...

……

Everyone's eyes fell on Chen Luo, who followed Chen Luo to the third stone slab.

The third question of running a school: What do you want?

If this road goes to the end, what will it look like?

Three questions in running a school, the most difficult ones are the first question and the second question, the third question is relatively easier to answer.

From ancient times to the present, the third question is Zhang Hengqu's "Peace for all generations".

I wonder what Mr. Hou will look forward to?

Everyone is like a dragon?

It's not impossible!

Chen Luo's expression became lighter at this time, looking at the third slate.

The sword of death in his hand was raised and pierced into the stone slab.

At this moment, a character from a previous life came to his mind.

The old man with mixed praise and praise.

Chen Luo flipped his wrist, and a poem was written like flowing water.

The husband holds Wu hook with only one hand, and his spirit is higher than the hundred-foot building.

Who wrote history for 10,000 years, beheaded 3,000 miles away.

The general will follow Lin Wu quickly, and he will have leisure to chase the water gulls.

Laughing refers to the Manyuan Heaven and the moon, shining on the fourteen states of Daxuan.

"Okay!" A loud roar sounded, and everyone looked at the sound, only to see a space twisting, and a huge gate of vicissitudes emerged.

"Shijia Jumen?" Yun Siyao looked puzzled.

The Shijia Giant Gate does not have the function of teleportation, but requires the Shi family to find the footprints of the predecessors behind the gate, integrate with themselves, and achieve the purpose of rapid transfer, which is very expensive.

At this time, the giant door slowly opened a crack, and a figure flew out from it.

Xiang Jixuan and others hurriedly saluted when they saw the person: "I have seen Mr. Sima."

Chen Luo was also stunned, Sima Lie, why is he here?

Chen Luo stepped forward to salute: "Mr. Sima, you..."

"Get out of the way!"

Sima Lie bypassed Chen Luo, walked past the first stone stele, stopped for a moment, and stood in front of the second stone stele again, sighing: "Electric inscriptions, Zhilan Yushu!"

"Okay, Chen Luo, why didn't you call me in advance when writing this?"

"I can't witness such a vision with my own eyes, and the old man has some regrets!"

Speaking, Sima Lie stood in front of the third inscription again and nodded slightly.

Xiang Jixuan cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Sima, you are a great scholar in the history family. Why don't you comment on this poem that our Hou Ye asked thirdly!"

Sima Lie glanced at Xiang Jixuan and knew the other party

"The third song is a little less literary, but full of pride!"

"The first sentence has the meaning of Li Changji's 'Why don't men take Wu hook', and the second half of the sentence is the transformation of 'a hundred feet to go further'!"

"This old man loves the second sentence, who wrote the history for 10,000 years, and beheaded three thousand miles away. He is full of pride, as long as he is happy today, he doesn't care about his name or name!"

"The third sentence is slightly flat, follow the footsteps of Emperor Lin and Emperor Wu, and don't spend time playing."

"It's the fourth sentence, it's the origin of the old man's applause."

Speaking, Sima Lie looked at Chen Luo: "Good boy, good ambition."

"The fourteenth state of Daxuan is to be taken under the savage world!"

Chen Luo said with a smile: "I haven't done it, how can I know it's not possible?"

"No one has succeeded so far!"

"I haven't tried it yet!"

Sima Lie and Chen Luo looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter together.

At this moment, I saw the third stone stele swaying slightly. During the shaking, there was a strange sound coming from the stele.

Amidst everyone's doubts, Sima Lie's eyes narrowed.

I, Sima Lie, took great pains to rush to Dongcang City, for what?

Isn't it just to see these rare visions?

Write a sentence in the history book: I watch it in person...what a style!

Yun Siyao took a step back at this time.

The voice in the third stone tablet grew louder and louder, and suddenly, a ray of light shot out from the stone tablet. The light fell on the ground, and it grew long in the wind, instantly turning into a beast.

The beast was black all over, like a turtle, with teeth!

Chen Luo was happy when he saw the other party.

Old friends.

Ah!

But unlike the phantoms and stone statues I've seen before, this seems to be flesh and blood.

"Shi Sheng Ping!" Sima Lie excitedly said, "Shi Sheng Ping!"

"The last time Shi Shengping was the one who wrote the three monuments jointly by Qin Shaoyou, Su Poxian and Mi Fu."

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

At this time, the mind-blowing Pixie head poked left and right, and suddenly crawled towards Chen Luo. It seemed slow, but in fact it was fast. He appeared in front of Chen Luo in the blink of an eye, and the Pixie shook his back slightly. shell, and saw a blank stone tablet slowly growing out of its back.

"I want to recognize you as the master!" At this moment, a familiar voice came, Chen Luo turned his head and saw Yan Baichuan standing beside him at some point, but his face was flushed and his chest was constantly Violent ups and downs, sweating profusely, as if running a marathon.

Yan Baichuan tried his best to calm his tone: "At this time, I'm writing~IndoMTL.com~ If the inscription on the inscription can suppress the scorpion, this scorpion will become the sacred beast of your martial arts institute, and you will be lucky!"

"Fang today, there are blood and blood to suppress, but only five fingers."

Chen Luo heard the words, nodded, stretched out his hand and touched the stone tablet on Pinggu's back, and said with a smile: "It was you at the time, and it is still you now, so don't change it."

Chen Luo's hand was attached to the stone stele, which was in the same mind as Peng Gu's. Immediately, there were limestone falling off the stone stele, and finally eight characters were condensed——

Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world!

The monument was completed, and the flesh and blood shook the sky and shouted, and the sound shook the sky.

Sima Lie waved his sleeve, a history book unfolded in front of him, Sima Li waved his brush——

"In the forty-sixth year of the Zhenghe period of the Daxuan calendar, in winter and December, Marquis Wu answered three questions about running a school in the half-renovated martial arts school in Dongcangcheng. Flesh and blood. The camel stele recognizes the master, and Wuhou's book 'every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world', considers the academy's motto and martial arts education, starting today!"

"I am very fortunate and happy to see it in person!"