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Chapter 15 Wenqu Linfan Analects?Whisper!
Mirror Profound Realm, Promise Sect.

Su Wenqun was standing in the center of Chengqing Hall, enjoying everyone's attention.

Lin Chuan gave Jiang Luo a reassuring look, and began to silently call Xiao Zuo in his heart:
"Come out and do me a favor, I want to compare with Humanities."

Xiao Zuo: "Wenbi? Talking?"

Lin Chuan: "Almost, can you come out now?"

Xiao Zuo: "Wait for me, I'll call you later."

……

The great monk sitting on the main seat didn't think it was a big deal to watch the bustle, so he took a piece of emerald green leaf that was glowing with precious light, and said:

"Since the two little benefactors are willing to help out with Wenbi, I will give you a lot of money too."

As soon as the great monk finished speaking, the few Buddhist disciples who didn't come to announce their names skillfully took on the role of supporters.

"Is that a bodhi leaf?"

"Hasn't that old Bodhi tree not shed its leaves for many years?"

"It is rumored that the bodhi leaf has the effect of enlightenment. If it is a bodhi seed, it may even have the opportunity to open up an opportunity for sudden enlightenment that cannot be found."

Xiao Zuo hadn't responded yet. In order to delay the time, Lin Chuan could only turn his head and look at the monks with some puzzlement. He picked up the little monk's legs with his backhand and shook them off. There was a baby shaking out of the place.

The bright precious light dazzled so much that people couldn't open their eyes, and a few bodhi leaves were like rotten vegetable leaves in that treasure, inconspicuous.

The merciful smile that the great monk had been hanging on his face stopped for a moment, and he secretly scolded Lin Chuan for not being a son of man, but he had no choice but to lift the leaves in his hand, revealing the bodhi seed he had just taken out, and secretly said with heartache:

"Young benefactor, don't worry, this bodhi seed is the real winner."

"The master is generous!"

Lin Chuan immediately put on a sincere smile, put down the mysterious mirror and bowed his hands, as if the bodhi seed was already in his pocket.

"Insanity!"

Su Wenqun closed the folding fan, turned his head away with a look of disdain, Xuan Jing also gave Lin Chuan an aggrieved look, and silently took back all the treasures there.

Yang Qian knew that there was no way to procrastinate any longer, so he got up and said helplessly:
"Okay, since ancient times, Wen Wu is the first, and Wu Wu is the second. If you two insist on the literary comparison, I will ask Wen Qu to come to the world. Regardless of victory or defeat, I hope you will not hurt your peace."

The so-called Wenbi refers to the introduction of the great Confucianism, respectfully invite the Wenqu space to come to the world, the two will answer the questions raised by those sages and ancient sages in the space, and finally the winners and losers will be determined by the many sages attributed to Wenqu.

The whole process of the literary competition will be displayed in front of everyone. For Confucian scholars who cherish literary fame, losing a literary competition may affect the firmness of the literary heart, so most of the time the literary competition will not be opened easily.

Yang Qianxin said, fortunately, Lin Chuan is not a member of Confucianism, even if he loses, the impact will be too great, at most he will lose face of Wuji Sect.

In fact, it wasn't just him, none of the people present, including Jiang Luo, was optimistic about Lin Chuan. teach one.

……

"Thank you, Teacher Yang."

"Thank you, Teacher Yang."

Lin Chuan and Su Wenqun performed a standard Confucian disciple ceremony at the same time. Since they chose Wenbi, they must follow the Confucian rules.

"I have time now, you can start over there."

At the same time, Xiao Zuo's voice also sounded in Lin Chuan's mind, and the timing was just right.

Yang Qian stood up with a solemn expression, walked to the center of the hall, held a carving knife in his hand, and chanted like a dragon's voice:
"There is no limit to the sea of ​​learning, to strive for crossing with literature, please sages and ancient sages, bring literature and music to the world."

The turbulent literary spirit rolled up Yang Qian's Confucian robe, and each large light red character was carved in the void by him, and it turned into a dragon in pen and ink in an instant, rushing to the sky.

The stars of Wenqu are twinkling, the day is bright and the moon is bright, the color of the dome of Chengqing Hall's carved beams and painted buildings gradually fades, and at the moment when it becomes transparent, the moonlight from Wenqu finally turns into a beam of light that extends from the sky to the earth, covering the sky. Lin Chuan and Su Wenqun were left.

"Wen Qi!"

The loud voice seemed to come from ancient times, Lin Chuan was standing on three bluestones and standing on the clear spring with a blink of an eye.

Lin Chuan looked around curiously, and found that he was in a quiet bamboo forest, and the clear spring under his feet was flowing, and it was not water splashes, but transparent words one by one.

The dense raindrops fall from the sky, and when they fall on the body, they will soon soak into the body, as if washing (zhuo) the altar in the mind, making the thoughts clearer.

Opposite him, Su Wenqun, who was also standing on the bluestone, was very calm. Obviously, this was not the first time he had entered the Wenqu space.

The clear spring between the two of them surged, and the densely packed words condensed into a transparent dharma body. You can only see that you are wearing a Confucian robe, but you can't see the face clearly, and you don't know which sage it is.

The sage dharma body flicked his sleeves lightly, and held up a clear spring in his hands. The spring water flowed in the hands of the dharma body, and soon turned into a transparent "poetry".

The transparent dharma body chuckled and said kindly:

"This article compares the first question, so I invite the two of you to compose a poem. Since you are in the bamboo forest, let's use the bamboo forest as the scenery. In the end, the winner will be judged by the amount of literary spirit."

After saying that, one of the three bluestones under their feet began to slowly shed stone chips like an hourglass. It seemed that if the poem was written before the bluestone fell completely, the first match would be lost.

Where does Lin Chuan know how to write poetry? His poor literary quality comes from some idle books. Seeing the bluestone fall off, he quickly greeted Xiao Zuo in his heart:

"You've heard it all, let's write poetry."

Xiao Zuo: "Yes, I do remember a few, but I'm not sure if anyone on your side has written the same."

"Take a dead horse as a living horse doctor, just find one at random."

Lin Chuan didn't realize that when he was communicating with Xiao Zuo, the transparent dharma body looked at him with interest.

"Students are not talented, so I offer my clumsy works."

Su Wenqun on the opposite side bowed and saluted unhurriedly, and in a blink of an eye, a good sentence came to mind:
"Intent falls with the new rain, and washes away the turbidity with ink.

Bitter bamboo noise bullies the weak, don't let everything go to waste. "

As Su Wenqun's poems were completed, the corresponding words jumped out of the clear spring, condensed into transparent poems suspended in the air, and began to receive the watering of literary spirit.

The transparent text starts from cyan, the color becomes darker and darker, and finally stays in dark blue, even with a hint of purple.

At the same time, the bluestone under Su Wenqun's feet also stopped falling off, and a section of emerald green bamboo shoot broke through the stone skin, and it was actually raised by three sections.

"Poetry becomes three grades..."

In Chenghuan Hall, Jiang Luo, who had been watching Wenbi, bit his lip.

In the literary comparison, if the poems and essays can break the stone skin of the asparagus bamboo, it has already entered the grade. The highest nine knots of the asparagus bamboo represent the ninth grade of poetry and essays.

In the records of the classics, only the great Confucian of the Li family, known as the Immortal of Poetry, once wrote "poems are written as high as seven knots of bamboo" in the literary comparison. After all, he wrote impromptu poems. rare.

"After the new rain, I swiped the ink to wash away the turbidity of my body, and I realized that I should not bully the weak in this bamboo forest and waste time." Among the Confucian disciples, Gu Rensheng still looked paralyzed:

"Brother Su's poetry is used here, it is indeed a bit overkill."

All the people in the hall were silent, one side was Tang Hua, and the other side was a young disciple of the Wuji Sect, there was no suspense at all in this comparison.

The Buddhist monks were all smiling, and the Taoist monks were drinking quietly there. It had nothing to do with them, as long as they had wine and food.

The muscular Lu Da was telling Fang Zhong and Fang Yong the benefits of drinking, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the so-called Wenbi.

On the main seat, only the great monk had a smug look in his eyes. Both Lu Youran and Daoist Tian closed their eyes and meditated calmly. Only Yang Qian, who was in the center of the hall, felt a little bit bitter. This article compares Su Wenqun's troubles if he wins, and even more trouble if he loses. .

The little monk held Jiang Luo's clothes tightly, their eyes were full of worry, even Zhang Fengnian's complexion was a little heavy, in Wuji Sect, it's fine to close the door and knock down the sky, but if you are in front of outsiders Losing face, no one can bear it.

It was Liu Zheng standing behind him, staring at Lin Chuan with burning eyes.

……

In the Asparagus Bamboo Forest, the poem in mid-air was full of literary energy, blowing Lin Chuan's robe, but he still proudly stood on the bluestone with his hands behind his back.

But Xiao Zuo knew that Lin Chuan was dying of anxiety:
"Hurry up, do you have any poems about bamboo? I can't pretend anymore."

"Yes, get ready to appear in front of people."

After Xiao Zuo finished speaking, he recounted a classic of Chanting Bamboo.

Lin Chuan seemed to have heard the sound of nature. He suppressed his ecstasy, turned around and only left his back to the crowd, and said in a calm voice:

"Stay firm on the green hills and not let go, the roots are originally in the broken rocks."

Just halfway through the chanting, the bluestone under Lin Chuan's feet began to tremble violently, and the clear spring suddenly boiled, and the corresponding words floated in the air at an extremely fast speed, as if urging him to read quickly.

The transparent dharma body also looked over with great interest.

Su Wenqun's expression changed, and he subconsciously clenched the folding fan in his hand.

"Thousands of thousands of blows are still strong, Ren Er is wind from east, west, south and north."

Lin Chuan didn't stop, and directly finished reading the handed down work provided by Xiao Zuo. This "Bamboo and Stone" is a classic handed down from Blue Star even though it has gone through the apocalypse.

Shicheng, the entire Wenqu space stagnated for a moment, and the literary spirit that had just rolled up Lin Chuan's robe also calmed down.

Immediately afterwards, the literary energy suddenly poured out, and the transparent poem in mid-air changed from blue to deep purple in the blink of an eye, with a hint of red glowing faintly.

The asparagus bamboo burst out of the rock, and it had already jumped five knots in a blink of an eye, but the growth momentum only slowed down, but did not stop until it was six knots higher, and then it slowly stopped, shaking the bamboo leaves towards Lin Chuan, It seemed to be greeting him.

Poetry into six grades! !
In Chenghuan Palace, everyone lost their voices. No one could express the shock in words at this moment. The feeling was probably like a three-year-old child lifting a heavy tripod with one hand, outrageous and absurd.

Before everyone could accept the reality, the bluestone under Su Wenqun's feet suddenly shattered and fell into the clear spring.

The first question of the competition, Lin Chuan, wins!

Compared with others, the Confucian disciples obviously couldn't accept such a result. Yang Qian's pupils trembled, Lu Da was not in the mood to coax the two children to drink anymore, Gu Ren grew his mouth wide, and could no longer maintain his facial paralysis. expression.

Jiang Luo, who was the first to come back to his senses, let the joy creep up on his brows, and said happily:

"There is no word 'bamboo' in the whole article, but it vividly expresses the fortitude and tenacity of bamboo. Regardless of the wind and rain, despite the frost, cold and snow, the green bamboo still stands proudly, regardless of the east, west, north and south winds!"

"There are successors to Confucianism, and Wenqu will prosper."

In the Asparagus Bamboo Forest, while speaking, the Dharma Body of the sages waved their hands and rubbed the poems in mid-air on the transparent scroll.

Then he picked up the second clear spring, and after the spring water turned into a word "Shi", he said happily:

"The text ratio continues, the second question is to explain the sages, and the winner is judged by the number of sages who agree with them."

After saying that, a roll of bamboo slips rose from the clear spring under their feet, and the bamboo slips were rolled away by the literary spirit. The foundation of Confucianism.

Su Wenqun quickly settled his mood, and lowered his head like a pilgrimage. He never thought that just a literary competition could attract "The Analects of Confucius" to Wen Siquan.

The so-called explanation is to explain the truth left by the sages.

Not everyone can interpret the sages, let alone the Analects of Confucius. Regardless of whether you win or lose the competition, this opportunity to interpret the Analects is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

As the "Analects of Confucius" was unfolded, the dharma bodies of many sages and ancient sages also emerged in the bamboo forest.

In the Chengqing Hall, Yang Qian and others all bowed their heads in salute, and even Jiang Luo bowed his head respectfully.

Lin Chuan was a little confused by such a big battle, and quickly asked in a low voice in his heart:

"Have you studied the Analects?"

Xiao Zuo was a little puzzled and said, "Luan language? I have learned it, but that book... is also Confucianism?"

"Why not, it's good that you have learned it."

With confidence, Lin Chuan also bowed and saluted, and turned his attention to the letters emerging from the bamboo slips.

[Zi said: Parents are here, if you don't travel far, you must have a good way to travel. 】

Su Wenqun replied confidently:
"Parents are alive, and they don't go far. If you want to go far, you must tell where you are going."

Everyone present nodded in agreement. This is a truth that everyone has known for a long time, and what they are talking about is the word "filial piety".

Lin Chuan hesitated for a while, and then repeated Xiao Zuo's original words:

"Your parents are in my hands, you can't run away, even if you run away, I have a way to catch you back!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's expressions became very exciting, and even the transparent dharma bodies of the ancient sages in the bamboo forest fluctuated accordingly, as if they were suppressing a smile.

If it wasn't for the fact that Wen Bi was still going on, Yang Qian would definitely scold him.

【The Master said: If a gentleman is not serious, he is not powerful】

Su Wenqun: "If a gentleman does not respect himself, he will not be awe-inspiring."

Lin Chuan: "A gentleman must hit someone hard, otherwise he will lose his prestige!"

【Zi said: If you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening. 】

Su Wenqun: "If you realize the truth in the morning, you are willing to die that night."

Lin Chuan: "If you find out the way to your house in the morning, you can die at night."

……

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【The Master said: Learning without thinking will lead to death, thinking without learning will lead to death】

Su Wenqun: "If you blindly read without thinking, you will not be able to use the knowledge in the book reasonably and effectively because you cannot deeply understand the meaning of the book, and you will even fall into confusion. If you blindly dream and do not carry out real study and research, you will eventually It's building a tower on sand, and you get nothing."

Lin Chuan: "If you learn my martial arts but don't learn my thinking, you will be confused. If you learn my thinking but not my martial arts, you will be beaten to death."

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【The Master said: Stand at thirty, don't be confused at forty, know the destiny at fifty, listen to your ears at sixty, follow your heart's desires at seventy, and don't overstep the rules. 】

苏文群：“30岁能够有所成就；40岁能不被外界事物所迷惑；50岁懂得了天命；60岁能正确对待各种言论，不觉得不顺；70岁能随心所欲，而不越出规矩。”

Lin Chuan: "Thirty people can make me stand up and fight; forty people dare to come to me, which makes me very confused?; fifty people fight me, and I will let them know what is heaven! What is fate!; Only sixty people can let me slap smoothly; seventy people can let me fight as I like, without worrying about breaking the rules."

The bamboo slips in mid-air no longer flipped, and the second question finally came to an end.

……

Outside the Wenqu space, Gu Rensheng muttered dully:

"This is not the rule of Confucianism or Taoism, it is clearly the rule of Taoism..."

The two children, Fang Zhong and Fang Yong, also clenched their fists, thinking that when Lin Chuan came out, they would teach him a lesson. They would never allow anyone to tarnish Kong Sheng like this.

On the contrary, Lu Da stared at Lin Chuan with bright eyes, and his literary spirit was secretly surging. Although Lin Chuan's explanation was deviant, it gave him an inexplicable sense of sympathy.

In the Asparagus Bamboo Forest, all the dharmakayas of the sages and ancient sages came to the two of them, seeming to be discussing something in whispers, but Lin Chuan couldn't hear the slightest sound.

Lin Chuan held his breath subconsciously, he didn't want to win at all now, he just hoped that Xiao Zuo's "scratch language" would not anger these dharma bodies...

After a while, the bluestone under Lin Chuan's feet began to tremble, and the failure of the second round seemed to be a foregone conclusion.

At the moment when the blue stone was about to fall, an unusually tall Dharma body suddenly descended in front of Lin Chuan, and asked oppressively:
"Why do you understand what I said in this way?"

A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on Lin Chuan's forehead in an instant, and he began to scold Xiao Zuo in his heart. This nonsense actually attracted Kong Sheng to come in person!

"You are simply! You are not human!!"

Xiao Zuo: "Don't panic, let me explain."

Lin Chuan didn't speak again. Even in this situation, he still had absolute trust in Xiao Zuo. After a few seconds of silence, he began to talk according to Xiao Zuo's words:

"Before the Great Qin unified Kyushu, Confucius traveled around the world and preached the way of governing the world with the kings of various countries. When he met a wise king, he could discuss the way with him, but if he met a foolish king, he must have the power to protect himself.

The general trend of this world, to put it bluntly, is nothing more than the four words of the weak and the strong, with the kindness of all people in mind, it also requires the courage of one man to guard the gate.

As the core of Confucian teachings, the word "benevolence" means teaching without discrimination, treating people with benevolence, order and harmony, and it is the criterion for governing the country by a wise monarch.

At the same time, it should also be a skill that divides people into two. If there is no means of thunderbolt, how can we talk about peace in the world? "

After Lin Chuan finished repeating Xiao Zuo's words in one breath, he actually felt an inexplicable sense of identity in his heart.

But before Kong Sheng could respond, his deviant speech drew condemnation from Confucianists inside and outside the Wenqu space.

Su Wenqun: "Slick tongue!! Zhu Zi'an dares to speak falsely about Confucius!"

Yang Qian: "Zizi fouls the way, don't speak nonsense!"

Gu Rensheng: "If the way is different, don't conspire with each other."

Jiang Luo bit her lip tightly, not knowing what to do.

On the contrary, Lu Da, who had been silent all the time, had his eyes brightened. Lin Chuan's words, "With the kindness of all people in one's heart, also needs the courage of one man to guard the gate." Like enlightenment, another door of Confucianism and Taoism opened in Lu Da's heart.

The literary energy that had been suppressed by him began to surge, and swept away in a blink of an eye. The dark blue cultural energy began to rotate around his body, and as the speed became faster and faster, it finally turned into a circle of literary energy vortexes.

The Moonlight Pillar descending from the Wenqu star began to voluntarily emit a large amount of literary energy, filling the vortex of literary energy.

Yang Qian's complexion changed, and he shouted loudly:
"Guardian."

Then he appeared in front of Lu Da in an instant, and Gu Rensheng also led Fang Zhong and Fang Yong to stand by his side.

Lu Youran glanced at it with great interest, then turned around and threw out the whip in her hand, which turned into a dark red circle surrounding Lu Da, and said domineeringly:
"In my Wuji Sect, I can break through with peace of mind. No one dares to do anything serious in front of the Sect Master."

Lu Da was still immersed in the epiphany, turning a deaf ear to the changes in the outside world. His spiritual consciousness seemed to have really returned to the era when the kingdoms were in chaos, and he traveled around the world with Kong Sheng, who was even stronger than him.

Reasoning with the monarchs of various countries, reasoning when it makes sense, and physics when it doesn't make sense...

I don't know how long it took, but finally a ray of blue light appeared in the vortex of spiritual energy surrounding him, which was the sign that he was about to step into the Qi Sea Realm. Everyone basically forgot that Wenbi was still going on, and everyone focused their eyes on onto Ruda.

In Wenqu Forest, all the sages and ancient sages also stood silently. It is also a great joy for them to see the breakthrough of the younger generation.

At this moment, Kong Sheng stretched out his hand to Lin Chuan. Lin Chuan subconsciously closed his eyes, waiting for the judgment of fate. After waiting for a long time, he only felt a warm feeling from the top of his head.

Kong Sheng stroked his head like petting a small animal.

At the same time, Kong Sheng's voice also sounded in Lin Chuan's mind, but only Xiao Zuo heard his words:
"You junior, although you are outspoken, you are very popular with me. I think you are young and ignorant, so I will not punish you. This time, he will win two out of three games in this competition, so let's go away."

After Kong Shengyan finished speaking, he waved his hand and put away the entire asparagus bamboo forest, turning it into a ray of light that seemed substantial, and threw it into the Wenqi vortex above Lu Da's head.

"Lin Chuan, win!"

Lin Chuan didn't know what happened at all. He only heard the word "Sheng", and the Wenqu space suddenly shattered, and all the sages turned into light shards all over the sky, and the dome of Chengqing Hall gradually returned to its original shape.

The competition ended like this, but everyone had no time to react, because there was a loud bell ringing from Luda's body.

Qihai, open!

Lu Da suddenly opened his eyes, and a light blue flashed across his eyes. Without saying a word, the strong man directly bowed deeply to Lin Chuan:
"The grace of enlightenment is never forgotten!"

The corners of Lin Chuan's eyes twitched a little. He really couldn't accept such an abrupt result, but he immediately bowed back and said:
"Brother Lu Da, you are being polite, this is your own creation."

Su Wenqun's complexion was as ugly as if he had swallowed a fly alive. He was a candidate for the court, but he lost to the little-known Lin Chuan in the competition.

But it was precisely because he was a prostitute in the court that Wen Xin was so determined, otherwise he would have been devastated by now, and it would be impossible to stare at Lin Chuan with hatred.

The great monk's complexion was not much better. Seeing Lin Chuan looking towards him, he threw the bodhi to him directly, without giving Lin Chuan a chance to speak.

Lu Youran took back the whip, subconsciously shook it, and let out a loud bang... Excited!
(End of this chapter)