supreme heaven

In May of Wu Lie's 44th year, although it was early summer, Yunjing, the imperial capital of the Northland, seemed to have not fully recovered from the cold winter, and the whole city was still shrouded in a thin layer of mist. middle.Please remember the URL of this site:.

In this light mist, the melodious bells of "Boom... Boom... Boom..." came out gradually, but the whole Yunjing City seemed to be overwhelmed by these soft bells. As if waking up with a start, the southeast corner of Yunjing City suddenly became noisy.

And this place is no other place, it is the place where the bells come out, and it is also the place where there should be the least noise, because above the thousand steps and the high gate tower, there is clearly engraved a handwriting written by His Majesty Taizu back then. The four big characters of "my dear courtyard"!

But at this time, on the thousand steps, every step was... densely packed with people kneeling, and there were at least ten people kneeling on the white marble steps that were originally wide enough for nine people to walk side by side. Moreover, judging from the clothes of these people, they are all Confucian scholars in plain long gowns, but these people look rather shabby, most of them are wearing square hats and carrying book baskets, presumably they are even the qualifications of the children of Shengxian Academy The poor Confucian students who did not get any, if they were admitted to the institutions established by the Shengtian Dynasty, but were not selected into the bureaucratic system, in short, these Confucian students were very devout and knelt on the steps, motionless... until... …

When the bell rang, the door made of lacquered vermilion millennium Ganhua wood was slowly opened!

The entire crowd kneeling on the steps immediately became agitated.

Just when Zhumen was opened a crack, a Confucian scholar who was kneeling on the step closest to Zhumen immediately realized it. He just wanted to stand up and walk over, but he guessed that he had knelt for too long and twisted his knee. , actually the whole person leaned forward, "Ouch", fell on the jade brick floor, knocked his chin on the ground, and knocked out a tooth in one fell swoop, but he didn't seem to know the pain , actually crawled towards the gate with both hands and feet.

At this time, I saw the people kneeling in the first row move, and the Confucian scholars in the back also seemed to be possessed, pushing the people in front and rushing towards the rich door.

For a moment, the urging voices urging the front to go fast, the abuse of those who were shoved, and even the groans of those who fell all rang out one after another on the thousand-level long steps under the rich family. [

When the Zhumen opened a gap that only allowed one person to pass through, it was supported by the beams on both sides, and then slowly walked out amidst the expectant, envious, or even jealous eyes of those Confucian scholars who flocked to the Zhumen. A scholar came with a stack of scrolls in his hand.

Judging from the clothes, the grade is just a disciple of the Sage Academy. He is wearing a blue Confucian uniform and a lun scarf on his head. However, there are three disciples who are also holding books behind him. The grade is even lower. Confucian uniforms are just the lowest level of children.

Tongsheng and disciples can be said to be the two lowest grades in the Sage Academy, not to mention saints, even if the apostles kill a few boys casually, as long as the reason is justified, the law department may not ask too much, but outside Compared with this large group of low-level Confucian scholars who are not even as good as children, they are priceless.

So the four people who came out all held their heads high and held their toes high, for fear that others would not know that they were members of the Sage Academy, especially the disciple who was the leader, as soon as he stepped out of the rich gate, he immediately went to bed. Confucian scholars outside the door couldn't wait to surround him.

"Master... senior brother..."

"Ya... Master Yasheng's... second edition... is there... have it?"

"Senior brother, senior brother, although we are not qualified to enter the academy to listen to Master Yasheng's teachings at the summer festival, but we are all yearning for the holy way, please help me..."

"Brother, we have been waiting here for three days and three nights, has the Tuoyin Division finished printing?"

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All of a sudden, the Confucian scholars were chattering, and they were about to ask the disciple of the Sage Academy. Suddenly, the disciple reached out and squeezed his hand out of thin air, and there was a "bang" in his hand, like a gavel. Suddenly, the whole crowd panicked. I was stunned for a moment, but it was his right hand that squeezed a ball of air and exploded it.

"Presumptuous! This academy of sages is a place for the saints to cultivate. How can you make such a noise?" The disciple shouted loudly, and immediately, all the Confucian scholars on the thousand steps were as quiet as cicadas, and they dared not speak any more.

Then he raised his head, glanced at the crowd and said: "As for the rubbings, I can't let you scholars who are not even children to judge, I didn't hear who said it, otherwise I said what I just said People, you have to watch your tongue!"

After his intimidation, the Confucian scholars didn't dare to make any mistakes, some of them were timid, and simply lowered their heads, for fear that the "master" of the Sage Academy would be upset and take the knife on themselves.

"As for the copy of the "On the Society" written by Master Yasheng that you want..." The disciple said while lighting up the scroll in his right hand and said in a deep voice: "Master Yasheng is kind-hearted and educates you. Universally, I feel sorry for you because you are outside the academy, and you have heard the Tao, but under the Tao, there are teachings, so I specially asked the Rubbing Department to print 99 volumes of "Sheji Lun" to share with you."

The Confucian scholars heard that Yasheng really thought of it. There are so many scholars outside who are hungry and thirsty for Taoism, so they specially gave them 99 volumes of rubbings. Although it is only rubbings, it is already a great favor. Cheering like a high school leader jumped up. [

But soon someone became worried. There were only 99 rubbings. On the thousand-level white marble steps, at least ten thousand Confucian scholars knelt down. This...how is this enough!

At this moment, the disciple spoke in a voice like Hong Zhong: "The rubbings of the 99 volumes of "She Ji Jing" are 30 taels of silver, come and get them quickly."

"What? 30 taels for a book!" Immediately, Confucian scholars exclaimed in the crowd.

"Are you kidding me, 30 taels of silver is enough for me to go back and forth from my hometown to Yunjing!" Someone was shocked.

"This... this... the price is too outrageous, right?" Someone questioned.

"Master...brother, we are all poor students who are studying and have no fame, so how can we get so much money!" Someone pleaded bitterly.

Some people sneered and sneered: "The master said, a gentleman means righteousness, and a villain means profit. Since Master Yasheng gave us poor students with the righteousness of the people's education, how could he offer another 30 taels of silver to exploit us? Wouldn't this be a dusty jade, and instead ruin Lord Yasheng's reputation? From Xiaosheng's point of view, it's clear that this brother is greedy for money and deliberately blackmailing us!"

The disciple in charge of distributing books was punctured by the Confucian scholar who was hiding in the crowd. He couldn't help but blushed and became angry and wanted to settle accounts with that person, but he couldn't find such ironic words on the thousand steps and tens of thousands of Confucian scholars. people?The old man blushed, his heart turned violent, and he said in a brutal voice: "So what? If you don't set a threshold, everyone of you will come to loot it, wouldn't it be a mess, 30 taels of silver a piece, if you want to take it, don't take it Get out!"

"I...I...I want it!" As soon as the words fell, an old Confucian scholar with white beard and hair stumbled out from the crowd, and while running, he picked up a bag from his back basket, book basket, and even a book basket. He took out a large pile of finely divided silver and even green coins from the bag that he carried, and even from his close-fitting pocket, and impatiently used his worn-out bag to hand it over to a boy next to him. Said: "30 taels, just... just... 30 taels..."

The boy looked at the few pieces of silver, a large pile of broken silver, and a stack of blue coins in the tattered bag, and then looked at the disciple next to him. When the disciple pouted, he seemed a little dissatisfied, but After nodding reluctantly, he took a book from the stack of books in his right hand and placed it on the old Confucian scholar's calloused hands that were raised above his head like a pilgrimage.

The moment the old Confucian scholar got the book, he immediately seemed to be ten years younger. He didn't want the basket or the book bag all of a sudden. He danced and muttered to himself: "Yasheng's new work... Yasheng Ah... ah, the rubbings that Yasheng gave us... hehehehe."

Smiling smirkingly, he squatted to the side, dipped his index finger in the saliva greedily, shook his head and began to read.

Seeing the appearance of this old Confucian scholar, the other Confucian scholars could not sit still, and rushed out one by one.

"I want...I want a copy too!"

"30 taels is 30 taels!"

"I want one too!"

"Chao Wendao..., Xi, Xi can die! Whatever, give me a copy too!"

"I'm not going home, I want a copy too!"

Immediately, for the disciple who came out to be in charge of the hair salon, the money bag in his left hand increased and increased, while the stack of books in his right hand decreased rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this time, the ten thousand Confucian scholars above the thousand steps have gone mad!Some got it, shook their heads, and recited it forgetfully. Some didn't get it, and they rushed to grab it. What's more, got it, put down the book basket, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and copied it. While copying it, I still relish it, like a delicacy...

This action really made the Confucian scholars who hadn't got the rubbings anxious and envious. They desperately pushed the people in front of them to rush forward. On the ground, some were even trampled to death.

But at this moment, "Okay, there are no more books!" The disciple of the Sage Academy shouted, and it can be said that these Confucian students who had not received the books, who were so anxious that they were going crazy, turned their heads cold water.

"No...no more?" The Confucian scholars behind saw this scene and couldn't help shouting in disappointment.

"Brother, next time, when will Yasheng send us a book next time?"

"Hmph...that's a beautiful idea." The disciple sneered, and said something secretly, then turned around, and when the scarlet gate slowly closed from the gap that could have allowed one person to pass through, suddenly A person came out of the Confucian scholars.