This god is really evil

Chapter 107 Not a drop left (asking for monthly ticket)
Seeing that Li Yan added the subtitle "Presented to Master Liu Yunhe" to the masterpiece "The Road is Hard", Liu Yunhe, who was standing next to him, shuddered all over. Then the expression on his face relaxed instantly. He opened his mouth so wide that almost all his teeth were exposed, and he was about to laugh.

But when she caught a glimpse of her old man next to her with a frown on his face and drooling over his greed, she immediately suppressed her smile and changed her expression.

But everyone could see that the corners of his mouth, which he was trying hard to suppress, were about to lift up to his ears!

Tai Shi Maoshu turned to look at Liu Yunhe and asked unhappily:

"why are you laughing?"

Liu Yunhe forced himself to calm down and said with a smile:
"Teacher, I am extremely pleased to have such a disciple, so I am happy from the bottom of my heart."

Tai Shi Maoshu snorted coldly and said:

"I envy you for having such a talented disciple who is much better than me... I think it would be better for you to have a junior disciple."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted Li Yan's shoulder, full of love and affection.

Liu Yunhe was shocked and said:

"teacher……"

Taishi Maoshu waved his hand and said:

"Look at you, you are so useless, just like when you entered the academy to study with me. How can I covet your masterpiece?"

Liu Yunhe had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Taishi Maoshu continue:

"What the master covets is your good disciple! He was born chosen by God, and he knows it by nature. He is different! Okay, stop being so shocked. Business matters are more important."

Taishi Maoshu stopped teasing at this time, stepped forward and said:
"I have been studying the classics for the past two years and have gained a lot of experience. I have also made progress in the way of etiquette. I just happen to have a new annotation called "The Great Righteousness and Etiquette". I just wonder if I can get the Confucian and Taoist rhymes after the nine rings of the bell..."

In this sea of ​​books and learning, there are three bells of classics and history. If any one of them rings nine times, one can obtain the rhythm of Confucianism and Taoism. This time, what Tai Shi Mao Shu wanted was the nine rings of the bell of classics.

As he spoke, Tai Shi Maoshu opened his arms and his heart, and one after another, steady and heavy ink characters immediately poured out from his heart and soared into the sky!

Righteousness and courtesy!

This chapter of righteousness and courtesy was obviously recognized by the mountain of books and the sea of ​​learning. It soared directly into the sky and turned into golden clouds in the air. At this time, Tai Shi Maoshu seemed to no longer be a short and fat old man, but a giant like a mountain!
This article was only a little over a thousand words long, but it instantly caused a stir in the sea of ​​knowledge and books, and a bell sound similar to that of a poetry bell suddenly rang.

Liu Yunhe immediately said happily:
“The Sutra Bell! The Sutra Bell is ringing!”

This is the Sutra Bell among the three bells in the Sutra and History.

“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding——”

After the bell rang four times, it stopped.

Liu Yunhe and Wang Mingren were both shocked. Liu Yunhe said:
"Teacher's great righteousness and great courtesy caused the bell to ring four times. It has become a famous warning to the world!"

Taishi Maoshu seemed to have anticipated this result, with a look of regret in his eyes, and said:
"It's a pity that I have been studying the classics all my life, and I can only make the classic bell ring four times. I can't get the rhyme of the Confucian saint..."

Liu Yunhe's expression darkened.

The four ringings of the sutra bell are a famous warning to the world, which is extremely rare. Soon, all the scholars in the world will know this chapter of great righteousness and etiquette, and it will become a major foundation for studying the classics of etiquette.

It's just not enough.

It will be difficult to save Ao Le without the Confucian and Taoist rhymes.

At this moment, Wang Mingren stepped forward and said:

"Master Maoshu, let me give it a try. I have gained some experience in studying the classics recently. I personally think that the heart should be the most important. There is nothing outside the heart, and there is no reason outside the heart. The heart is one for all eternity, and all things are one!"

As soon as the last word came out of his mouth, large pieces of ink words immediately poured out from his heart and soared into the sky. It was another famous article.

Record of knowledge and action!
Almost at the same time, the scripture bell rang again, and this time, it rang five times before stopping completely.

Taishi Maoshu looked at the words of Zhixinglu in the sky, feeling relaxed and happy, and cheered:
"Great! The bell rang five times, and a masterpiece shocked the world! Mr. Mingren, this is a new school of thought. I would like to call it the School of Mind! What a great unity of knowledge and action, what a great mind is the principle! Now I can see the first clues, he will definitely be a master of the school in the future!"

Liu Yunhe was also shocked when he saw the text in the sky.

The subject matter studied by Mr. Akihito was beyond the usual, almost unprecedented, and even somewhat unorthodox. However, it was obviously in its infancy, and some parts of it were vague and not coherent enough.

But in time, he will surely become a master of a lineage and establish his own school, just as Taishi Maoshu said.

But such an article only caused the bell to ring five times...

Liu Yunhe had no doubt that Wang Mingren would be able to write a famous piece of writing in the future that would make the bells ring, but that might be many years later. Right now, Aole needed the Confucian and Taoist rhyme.

He couldn't help but feel sad, and he smiled and said:
"Mr. Mingren is a great talent! After Yunhe returns, he will definitely study this great article diligently to strengthen his aspirations."

Then he looked at Taishi Maoshu and said:

"Teacher, since this road is blocked, let's go back. I plan to go to the Wanling Temple in the capital and ask the great shaman Bili for help. I have some friendship with him before..."

Tai Shi Maoshu snorted coldly and said:

"What a bullshit friendship! Those who believe in the five great gods, who dare to act recklessly without the word of their Lord? They are all like tamed dogs!"

Then he sighed and said:
"Forget it, this is the only way. We have to give it a try... Let's go back. I will first help the young man to calm down..."

Although Tai Shi Mao Shu and Wang Ming Ren devoted their entire lives to causing the fourth and fifth rings of the Sutra Bell, they were still far from being a masterpiece, and naturally could not achieve the rhythm of Confucianism and Taoism.

The three of them couldn't help but feel a little bored at this point, and even the two famous articles that had just been brought up didn't seem that exciting anymore.

At this moment, Li Yan stopped the three of them and said:
"Master Liu, Grandmaster, and Mr. Mingren, let me give it a try."

Liu Yunhe shook his head and said:

"Master, I know that you and Aole are as close as brothers, but this masterpiece is not easy to write. Poetry is something that is created by chance and is natural. If you force yourself to write poetry for the sake of Confucianism and Taoism, it will easily damage your talent and spirit. It is not appropriate."

Taishi Maoshu also nodded slightly and said:
"You are a teenager, and you have written three poems that have been recognized by the Poetry Bell. You are already a genius. Just as Yun He said, you can never force yourself to write a masterpiece. Over the years, there have been many geniuses who have worked so hard to get the approval of the three bells that they have gone crazy."

Wang Mingren shook his head slightly, obviously disapproving of Li Yan's approach and fearing that he would be hurt.

Li Yan smiled and said:
"Please rest assured, Lord Maoshu, Mr. Mingren, and Master Liu. I was just moved today by seeing Lord Maoshu still have high aspirations at such an old age..."

He had already selected poems specifically to appease the old man. Besides, there were the 300 Tang poems, which contained so many famous poems and masterpieces that he didn't believe there were no peerless masterpieces.

Although he did not memorize all the 300 Tang poems, at least he remembered dozens of them, which was enough.

As he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt a warmth in his heart, and the next moment, lines of ink poured out from his heart and soared into the sky.

Quiet night thinking

Bright moonlight in front of the bed was suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the moon, and look down at your hometown.

Li Yan was startled, and then he was shocked. Why is it this? This is not what I was thinking!
Immediately afterwards, my heart felt warm again, and another Tang Dynasty poem rose to the sky.

Koyuki
Thousands of birds and all-rounders.

The lonely boat Yukao Kazane and the snow of the Kangare Kanoe.

Why is this song popping up again? Not this one, come back, come back soon!

At this moment, Li Yan suddenly thought of the three hundred Tang poems that he seemed to have gone through in his mind several times just now.

I couldn't help but raise my hand to cover my heart.

Oh no, this is bad, this is terrible, this damn mountain of books and ocean of knowledge is too evil!

Sure enough, his hands couldn't cover it at all, and lines of ink words kept pouring out from his heart, passing through his hands and rushing into the sky.

I slept through the spring and heard birds singing everywhere...

The sun sets over the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea... I asked the boy under the pine tree, he said the master went to collect herbs...

The grass on the plain withers and grows green every year...

A loving mother sews clothes for her son...

Fine grape wine in a luminescent cup, the pipa music urges me to drink...

No one is seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of human voices can be heard...

One after another, classic poems that had stood the test of thousands of years rose into the sky, violently emerged from Li Yan's heart, and appeared in mid-air.

In a short while, dozens of poems were suspended in the air, shining brightly.

These are basically all the poems from the 300 Tang poems that Li Yan could recite.

How could this be... I wanted to keep it so I could show off slowly... A tear slid down the corner of Li Yan's eye, and he felt like his brain was hollowed out.

It's like a gambler who brings a bunch of chips to the casino. He originally wanted to bet the chips one by one, but he didn't expect that his hand slipped and all the chips fell out together.

At this time, the sky was full of golden light flashing, and even brought thunder, rain, strong winds and heavy rain.

Then the poetry bell finally rang, but unlike the melodious bell before, the poetry bell this time rang in a series, almost turning into a buzzing sound, and it was even difficult to tell which poem belonged to which bell.

But what is certain is that there are at least several of these poems that are masterpieces that have caused the poetry bell to ring nine times!
The sound of elegant music rang out in the sky several times, and streams of light fell from the sky, rushed towards Li Yan, and circled around him.

It is the shadows of hundreds of pieces of torn paper, the relics of the Confucian saints that contain the great Dao!
However, there were a lot of Confucian scholar's relics falling this time. In a blink of an eye, nearly ten shadows of torn papers appeared, surrounding Li Yan, and no one could be seen.

Tai Shi Maoshu, Wang Mingren and Liu Yunhe who were standing next to them were already numb.

They thought that Li Yan might have some good poems, but they didn't expect there were so many!
There are dozens of poems, and almost every one of them is of extremely high level. Among them, no less than ten can be called peerless, and every one of the remaining ones can cause the poetry bell to ring, at least three times, and become famous works handed down from generation to generation.

The poetry bell was almost ringing into a line!

The Confucian and Taoist rhymes in the sky are being scattered down like they are free of charge. Is this still the Confucian and Taoist rhymes? Why does it look like confetti?

what is happening! ?

At this moment, the entire mountain of books and sea of ​​learning suddenly trembled, the light of the elegant music and Confucian relics in the sky suddenly dimmed a lot, the peaks that made up the mountain of books suddenly roared, and the sea of ​​learning also suddenly became turbulent, as if boiling.

This secret realm of mountains of books and ocean of learning was overloaded for a short period of time!
Taishi Maoshu rushed to Li Yan and said:

"That's enough! That's enough! Stop writing! No more Confucian and Taoist poems will be enough!"

Li Yan nodded woodenly and said:
"No more, not a single one."

The limited stock of Tang poetry in my head was drained out by me.

Is this a mountain of books and a sea of ​​learning that you, a Confucian sage, have created? Isn’t this heaven on earth!?
It's possible to get exhausted just from copying poems. This world is so evil.

At this moment, the poem that Li Yan wanted to copy at the beginning finally flowed out from his heart. Lines of ink characters flowed out from his heart and soared into the sky, actually forming an illusion of Jieshi and the vast ocean in mid-air.

It is Cao Cao’s “The Turtle’s Longevity”.

The tortoise may live long, but it will eventually die. The flying snake rides on the mist, but it will eventually turn into dust and ash...

However, although this poem is magnificent, it does not make much of a splash when thrown among the dozens of Tang poems that have already been published.

The moment the poem was completed, the familiar sound of Hong Zhong and Da Lu was heard again. It was the poetry bell that symbolically gave nine sounds, leaving behind a Confucian and Taoist rhythm.

It feels a bit like a habitual reward.

Tai Shi Maoshu looked at the poems all over the place with his mouth wide open the whole time. Even Wang Mingren, who had been calm and composed as if he would not change his expression even if the earth collapsed or the mountains toppled, was now stunned.

Liu Yunhe's eyes almost popped out.

"Xiao Yan, you... who the hell are you?" Tai Shi Maoshu murmured as he looked at the dozens of poems in the sky.

Then he laughed wildly:
"Good, good, good! This is not God's choice, this is clearly the poet of the age! Born knowing, born knowing! If I didn't know you were God's choice, I would have thought it was some evil god who came to the world! I... I have met a true saint!"

Li Yan looked pale and said quickly:
"Lord Mao Shu, since the poetry bell has rung nine times, we have obtained the Confucian and Taoist rhymes. Let's go back quickly."

"No hurry." Taishi Maoshu wiped the tears from his eyes and laughed, "The Confucian Sage's Daoyun is already in hand, so there's no need to rush. Those old people who don't practice will definitely be shocked by this peerless masterpiece. I think they are on their way. These are all great Confucian scholars in the world. I will take Yan'er to get to know them and they will be useful in the future."

As he spoke, he could no longer suppress the smile on his face.

Then he said to Liu Yunhe:

"Yunhe, I have thought about it and found that Yan'er is just a spiritual supervisor of the Sitianjian. He is just your disciple, and it is according to the court conventions. This does not count as apprenticeship. Besides, you did not teach him to study the classics. You two are not really master and apprentice now, but just teacher and student in name only."

Liu Yunhe nodded seriously:
"The teacher reminded me that after returning, Yunhe should make up for the disciple ceremony and let everyone know about it."

Li Yan clicked his tongue, thinking that old man Tai Shi Mao Shu really loved to show off. However, this was understandable. After all, no one wanted to miss such a chance to gain face.

But I really don't want to stay here any longer. If something outrageous is pulled out of me later, I'll be finished.

Taishi Maoshu then asked:

"Yan'er has so many masterpieces, I wonder what to do with them?"

Li Yan was already numb at this time, and said:
"Oh, I forgot just now. Since these poems were written by Lord Mao Shu and Master Liu, I should add a few more lines."

He raised his hand and tapped the peaks that were transformed from the masterpieces. The words on them immediately changed, and a line of small words appeared under the title:
Some were presented to Master Liu, some were presented to Mr. Mao Shu, and two were presented to Mr. Mingren.

They’re all free. Don’t rush to grab them. There are plenty of them.

Taishi Maoshu was overjoyed and laughed uncontrollably toward the sky, saying:

"Such a masterpiece is so unique and in line with my character that it will surely spread across the world in no time. I am proud of it, proud of it!"

This joyful feeling is more satisfying than writing "The Great Righteousness and Etiquette" by myself.

After all, although he might not be able to write a masterpiece in his lifetime, his name will forever be associated with several masterpieces.

Rounding it off, this can be considered as a few of his masterpieces.

The key is that it can make those old and unsophisticated people you have been dealing with for a lifetime jealous to death.

When he thought of this, he felt happy.

At this moment, in the sky not far from the mountain of books and sea of ​​learning, a dozen black dots were flying rapidly. They were the great scholars who felt the emergence of peerless masterpieces in various places and then climbed the mountain of books.

In this sea of ​​books and learning, the spiritual thoughts of the great scholars are recognized by the sea of ​​books and learning, so they can fly freely, which is convenient.

Almost in the blink of an eye, several figures appeared above the crowd and then quickly fell down.

When the first old man with a sage-like appearance saw Taishi Maoshu, he quickly said:
"Lord Mao Shu! How come there are so many masterpieces that have appeared in the world? These masterpieces are so wonderful that they really express my thoughts!"

Another old man in official uniform said in surprise:

"How come there are many poems with the name of Mao Shugong? Who gave them to you? How could you, an old man, have such an opportunity? Mr. Mingren, you are here too? The philosophy of mind is unique and fascinating."

As he was talking, a dozen old men descended from the sky. Liu Yunhe hurried forward to greet them. These people were all great scholars of the time, and each of them had a strange temper and was difficult to serve.

Each of these people has a strong spirit and soul. Li Yan just feels drooling when seeing them. This mountain of books and sea of ​​learning is really a treasure land. Just the great scholars inside are so delicious!
It’s a pity that I am a righteous god after all and cannot do the things of the evil gods.

You can’t eat it. You can’t eat it.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were all looking towards Li Yan. They saw the dense Confucian and Taoist auras surrounding his body. Only when they looked carefully could they see that there was another person inside. They were all shocked.

How come there are so many Confucian and Taoist rhymes?
Taishi Maoshu's eyebrows were almost relaxed, and he said to everyone in a loud voice:

"Everyone, this is the author of these dozens of masterpieces, my direct disciple Li Yan! Yan'er, come and meet the seniors!"

Seeing that the author of dozens of masterpieces was actually the same person, a teenager who was also a disciple of Taishi Maoshu, all the great scholars present could not help but be shocked!
Liu Yunhe: Huh?????
(End of this chapter)