Datang Library

Chapter 683

Along with the celebration of the New Year, a wonderful story quickly spread to all parts of the country.

Whether it is a warrior who knows martial arts, a literati who does not know martial arts, or even an illiterate commoner, they are all deeply attracted by this story, and the most common chatter is about the heroes and unique skills of the eagle shooting.

In Zhongtiao Mountain, in an unnamed Taoist temple, there is a middle-aged Taoist sitting idly, flipping through a book, whispering: "Heroes of the Condor Shooting? Are there really heroes in this world?"

At the same time, in Mount Qingcheng, in the ancestral hall of the ancestors of the Qingcheng School, a disciple dressed as a Taoist respectfully enshrined the entire book of shooting sculptures in front of the case, and respectfully offered three sticks of incense to the ancestors of the past generations. If I had known this earlier, my Qingcheng would not have withered the talent it is today."

In the depths of Mount Heng in the south, Xu Danqing, a direct disciple of Xia Yinzong of the hermit sect, is watching the story of shooting the eagles over and over again. , taking the elite route, there are often only two or three disciples in one generation, and Xu Danqing is the only one in this generation.

I stole this story from my master and read it over and over again. Xu Danqing still didn't feel satisfied, and gradually had other thoughts in my heart. Is the idea of ​​my school right?In order to preserve the fire of chivalry and righteousness, nesting all year long?How well this book says, a hero is a hero for the country and the people!

After more than ten days of distress, Xu Danqing didn't ask the question in his heart, because he felt that he should go out for a walk and see the real martial arts.

One night, as a young man, he packed his bags and left a letter and quietly went down the mountain, but he didn't see it. On the top of the mountain, an old figure sighed and said, "Is it so difficult to say goodbye, boy? There is only one disciple when the pulse is transmitted to you, can I stop you if you really want to go down the mountain?"

To the southeast, in the depths of Mount Wuyi, a boxing sect named Shenwumen also received a copy of Shooting Condors. The big ship, Shenwumen sent out to search for Peach Blossom Island, that is the real Taoyuan fairyland, suitable for establishing a sect and establishing a sect, maybe it really has the inheritance of Dongxie."

Well, when the disciples heard it, their suzerain couldn't be too involved in the drama and couldn't get out.

Apart from this person, in fact, there are quite a few people who are too deep in the drama to get out.

For example, Ziyang Daoist, who loves to perform the supernatural power Wang Chongyang, is now immersed in the Quanzhen Taoism every day, and he no longer walks as Ziyang Daoist, and directly regards himself as Wang Chongyang, which makes the disciples of Zhongnan Academy very confused force.

Suddenly one day Ziyang Daoist came to Bai Fan and said with a big smile: "Junior brother, I have already understood the teachings of Quanzhen and comprehended a trace of the Tao of Pure Yang from it. Tang established the Quanzhen lineage, and established a sect in Zhongnan Mountain.

Ten years later, it must be developed into the number one school of Taoism in the world. "

Bai Fan instantly felt like Sparta, Master Ziyang, how many generations before Wang Chongyang are you?
Is this just walking the path of others and leaving others nowhere to go?
"Then what is the brother going to do in the first step?" Bai Fan asked one more question out of curiosity.

"Well, the first step is of course to go down the mountain to recruit disciples. The old Taoist has become Wang Chongyang, and the Quanzhen Seven Sons are indispensable. We must first accept seven good disciples, so I am going to say goodbye to my junior brother. I am afraid that this matter of guarding..."

Uh... Bai Fan felt like he was going crazy, this real Ziyang was obviously about to be played to pieces.

"Brother, founding a faction is not a trivial matter. You are old, why bother?"

"Junior brother's words are wrong, it is because of his age that he has accumulated enough strength to start a school, besides, if he has obtained the inheritance of Quanzhen, if he can't carry it forward, wouldn't he be ashamed of the sages?

Not much to say, the great cause is urgent, and the old way will go! "

Well, after finishing speaking, Master Ziyang left so freely, leaving Bai Fan in a mess in the wind, muttering: This is coming and going like the wind, it really shows the Taoist carefree, is it possible that Brother Ziyang really has the Tao? real?

Shaking his head, Bai Fan went back home, thinking about how to close the situation and stop it from getting out of control.

In the evening, Li Wanping asked Bai Fan: "Husband, the story about shooting the eagles is so touching. The life of Mu Nianci in it is really miserable. It's so pitiful. Do you think it's true?"

Bai Fan comforted his glass-hearted wife. Most people would be interested in the martial arts and stunts in this story. Only women would be interested in poignant love stories. This has been verified in the Grand Theater up.

When Yang Tiexin and his wife committed suicide, countless people shed tears, and some even rushed to the stage.

"This is indeed a real story. If it is not poignant, how can it be touching? It's just that this story is not from our world."

"I really want to see her with my own eyes. Fortunately, I met my husband, otherwise I'm afraid I might not be as good as her."

Li Wanping's words immediately reminded Bai Fan that he had firmly established himself in Datang, and it could be said that he was absolutely evergreen.

For many years, the library has only been used as an ordinary place to read books and pass on arts, and has not fully utilized it. In fact, the entire library is a very modern existence, with countless magical functions in it, which were previously limited to privacy. It has not been opened. Now the time is ripe. It should be time for the academy to open up. After all, there are more than 1000 students.

"Hahahaha, ma'am, you are so kind-hearted, you can't even bear it as a husband. It's not easy for you to see the real world of sculpture shooting. Follow me to the academy tomorrow. The performance of shooting sculpture on the stage is not enough after all."

Early the next morning, Li Wanping urged Bai Fan to get up immediately, so just after the New Year's Eve, the entire Bai family went to the Zhongnan Academy, even the old man Zhang Qi was no exception.

In the courtyard of the dean of Zhongnan Academy, there are no outsiders at this time. The academy is on holiday for the New Year, and school has not yet started. Only the Bai family is here.

After the library of Zhongnan Academy was burnt down, it has not been rebuilt in the past two years, but the books that students can use have basically been transcribed, and Bai Fan is already planning for the reconstruction.

At this time, Bai Fan invoked the virtual function of the library again, but this time it was in the small courtyard of his dean, not the whole library, but only three reading rooms the size of a house, a very modern reading room, belonging to the library. part of the museum.

The facilities inside are complete, very practical and convenient. Bai Fan will use the audio-visual equipment inside this time. This is not just a simple screening room. The technology in the super library is very advanced. It is pediatrics.

This time, Bai Fan promised his wife to experience the world of sculpture shooting, which is to use three-dimensional projection to make everyone feel like they are in the plot. In this reading room, they can experience the sculpture shooting in person. Unsurprisingly, even those mountains and rivers and figures look so real, but they are still just shadows.

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