This god is really evil

Chapter 61 The Confucianism and Taoism of the whole world are shocked! (asking for monthly votes)
Looking at the poem rising into the sky, Liu Yunhe was shocked and cheered:
"What a great poem! What a great poem! You are so young, yet you have such a profound thought!"

As the first poem says, "The vitality of the Nine Provinces depends on wind and thunder, how pitiful it is that all the horses are silent", isn't this exactly the current situation in the court of the Great Qi Dynasty?
The emperor is foolish and regards gods as more important than humans. The demons are like Taoism and regard humans as lower than grass.

People like him who truly want to do something practical for the people of the world are instead ostracized, suppressed, and denigrated all the way.

"I advise the God to shake himself up and send down talented people in all kinds of ways." These two sentences are extremely neat political advice. They are respectful, neither arrogant nor humble. They are definitely a rare good poem.

As for the second poem… it is very bold and vigorous. In just four lines, it outlines the lofty sentiments and the deep feelings are vividly expressed on paper, but it seems to be missing something…

As Liu Yunhe was thinking, he saw another series of golden words flying out from Li Yan's chest and soaring into the sky:

Trying to cross the Yellow River but the river is blocked by ice.
Will climb the Taihang Mountains with snow.

Come and fish on the Bixi River in your spare time,
Suddenly I dreamed of the sun while on a boat!
The road is hard, the road is hard.
There were many roads, where are they now?
There will be times when there are strong winds and waves,
Set sail and cross the vast ocean!
Da Qi also has the Yellow River and Taihang Mountains, and the meaning can be understood at a glance. These words soared into the sky, forming a complete poem in the air, and even covered half of the sky in this secret realm!

In the entire sea of ​​books and learning, countless whispers and reading voices suddenly rang out, all of them were reciting the article "The Road is Hard", as if it was the resonance of the entire sea of ​​books and learning.

Liu Yunhe was originally praising the first few lines of the poem, but when he saw the entire poem and read it word by word, he suddenly froze in his tracks and muttered:

“The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult, there are many forks in the road, where are we now… There will always be a time to ride on the wind and waves, and set sail to cross the vast ocean!”

His whole body shook, and he slowly closed his eyes, with two lines of tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.

He thought of how he had shocked the whole village with his reputation as a child prodigy since he was young, how he had passed the imperial examination and entered the court as an official at a young age, and later held a high position because of his outstanding political achievements and the love of the people. He was demoted from a local official to the position of supervisor of the Imperial Observatory because he disobeyed the emperor's order and forcibly opened the granaries to provide disaster relief. Finally, he was convicted for his words and demoted to Qinghe County.

Even because of the past assassination attempt in the capital, his Taoist faith had been severely damaged, and most of his magic skills were gone, with only a few remaining.

Although I have never given up easily and am still doing my best to serve the people, it is inevitable that I feel depressed.

The heart of Tao is covered with dust and the noble spirit is about to fade.

When Liu Yunhe saw the poem "The Road is Hard" at this time, he felt like a sharp sword suddenly splitting the haze in his heart, or like the scorching sun shining on the remaining snow, relieving the burden in his heart!
"There will always be a time to ride on the wind and waves, and sail across the vast ocean! Haha, haha! A real man should be like this!" Liu Yunhe suddenly opened his eyes and laughed out loud.

Then he heard a light "clang" sound from his heart, and his whole body seemed to become much more radiant in an instant. He looked ten years younger and his energy and spirit were greatly increased.

Then, Liu Yunhe turned around and bowed to Li Yan, saying:

"Yunhe has learned his lesson!"

Li Yan waved his hand quickly and said:
"Master Liu, you can't do that. You can't do that."

Can you please wipe the snot and tears off your face first? They are about to drip onto the ground!

Liu Yunhe stood up, smiled slightly, and said:

"So, although you and I are teacher and student, at the moment, you are my poetry teacher."

Then he looked at Li Yan with great joy and said:

"I never expected that you, Yan'er, would have such a talent for poetry. You are worthy of being my student!"

As he was speaking, he heard a sudden bell ringing in the sky, like a huge bell, resounding throughout the entire mountain of books and ocean of learning.

The poem "Yi Hai Miscellaneous Poems" in the sky was suddenly stimulated by the sound of the bell and was coated with a golden light.

Then two more bells rang, turning the miscellaneous poems of Yi Hai into a cloud hanging high in the sky.

Liu Yunhe murmured:

"This is the sound of the Poetry Bell, one of the three bells of classics and history in Shushan! The Poetry Bell has sounded three times, so it must be a famous piece of writing that will be passed down through the ages!"

Before he finished speaking, the bell rang again, and one bell after another rushed towards the article "The Road is Hard" and began to refine it. This time, it rang nine times in a row!

The article "The Difficulty of Traveling" was actually refined into a sword-shaped mountain, falling from the sky and landing among the peaks of the Mountain of Books!

"Nine rings of the poetry bell, a masterpiece!" Liu Yunhe looked at the scene in disbelief, but then he understood it in an instant and said:

"That's how it should be. If this isn't a masterpiece, then what is?"

The wound in his heart had just been healed by this poem. Once this poem was published, all the Confucian scholars in the world would benefit greatly. At this moment, the cloud of poetry in the sky and the peak of poetry on the mountain of books suddenly lit up with golden light and rushed straight into the sky. Then the sound of elegant music sounded in the sky, and streams of light fell from the sky, rushed towards Li Yan, and circled around him.

These are actually the shadows of hundreds of pieces of torn paper. Just one glance at them can make you feel their antiquity and the profound truth they contain.

Liu Yunhe smiled and said:
"This is... the rhyme of the Confucian saint! It is a reward from the mountain of books and the sea of ​​learning. Each piece is equivalent to a day of hard practice. Yan'er, you are blessed!"

Li Yan quickly bowed and said:
"It's all thanks to Master Liu's support. Can we start this book-based inquiry?"

Now that we have this Dao Yun, let’s finish it quickly and leave.

Your mountain of books and ocean of knowledge are so weird. You pulled them out of my mind as soon as I thought about them briefly. Now I dare not think about them anymore. I will be doomed if a Xuantian Fuzun comes out of my chest later.

Liu Yunhe smiled and said:
"Fool, you have already acquired the Confucianism and Taoism, so you no longer need to consult a mountain of books to examine your conscience."

Then he suddenly raised his head and looked at the afterglow of the light, frowned and said:

"Oh no, now my position is exposed. Who knows, those old and undisciplined people will come to snatch my students! I can't let them succeed. If I accept a student, I will send out wedding invitations to the world! Let's go!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and placed it on Li Yan's shoulder, then stepped back. The minds of the two of them suddenly disappeared from the sea of ​​books and learning.

Liu Yunhe and Li Yan had just left when several streams of light suddenly came from the horizon of the mountain of books and sea of ​​learning. After landing, they turned out to be several old men in long gowns, among whom there was even an old woman. If Liu Yunhe were here, he would naturally recognize that these were all world-famous scholars.

"Mr. Zhengchuan, Mr. Mingxi, Mr. Tuizhi, and Mr. Maoshu, you are here." A middle-aged Confucian scholar bowed.

"Mr. Keming is polite." The old woman nodded and said, "I was giving a lecture just now, and suddenly I felt the mountains of books and the sea of ​​knowledge shaking. I came to take a look, and I saw that peerless masterpiece!"

Another man with a goatee and a Kirin robe on his head looked at the sword peak at the top of the Book Mountain, scratching his head anxiously and said:

"There will be a time to ride the wind and waves, set sail and cross the vast ocean! What a great poem! Who wrote it? The bell rang nine times, and such a masterpiece is enough to be passed down through the ages! Who wrote it?"

A short and fat old man with gray hair and beard next to him said slowly:
"More than that, 'I advise the God to shake himself up and send down talents regardless of their background', although it is only three rings of the poem bell, it is equally experienced and sharp. It may not seem as sharp as 'There will be a time to ride the wind and waves, and set sail to cross the vast ocean', but it is a needle hidden in cotton, and it is also very good to endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens."

Another elegant old man with a celestial bearing stepped forward, looked at Shi Feng and Shi Yun and said slowly:
"The styles of these two poems are very different. If I hadn't seen from afar that the Confucian and Taoist rhymes were falling in the same place, I would have thought that two poets had appeared at the same time. Their styles are unpredictable, which is even more rare. I know all the famous literary talents in the world. This must be a rising star! It would be great if he could be my student..."

Hearing this, the man in the Qilin official robe snorted coldly and said:

"Mr. Tuizhi, you claim to have three thousand disciples, and you still want this new poet to retire with you to the mountains? You are old and uncultivated! Such a great talent should become my disciple and hone his skills in the court!"

The short and fat old man's beard trembled and he shouted angrily:
"Wu Zhengchuan, you are being unreasonable. Don't you have enough students and old friends? Your poetry is sharp, but it will only be weakened if it enters the filthy court! You should follow me into Mao Shu Zhai and sharpen the noble spirit in your heart!"

The three of them started arguing on the spot, and then the old woman next to them snorted coldly and said:

"Such a great talent must have had a master. Are you guys trying to steal his master? It's embarrassing."

The old man called Mao Shugong curled his lips and said:

"Why, can you call it snatching a disciple? I am here to help the younger generation! If his teacher dares to stop me, I will accept him as my disciple as well."

As he was speaking, he saw more than a dozen streams of divine light whistling in from the sky, and more great scholars were alarmed and headed towards this direction.

The secret realm of the mountain of books and the sea of ​​learning connects the souls of the great scholars of the world. Once a peerless masterpiece comes out, the literary world is shocked!
……

In the backyard room of the Fox Fairy Temple, Li Yan and Liu Yunhe's spiritual consciousness had left the sea of ​​books and returned to their bodies.

Seeing several ink-spotted figures appearing on the ink painting in front of him, Liu Yunhe let out a long sigh, put the painting away, and said:

"I knew that those shameless old men would show up to cause trouble. Fortunately, I saw the opportunity quickly, otherwise I would have been entangled by them. It was a close call."

Li Yan frowned slightly at this time and looked at his palm.

There I saw a drop of ink suspended in the air, emitting a golden glow.

[The Rhythm of the Confucian Sage]: [The Rhythm of the Confucian Sage's relics is equivalent to a year of hard training for Confucian and Taoist practitioners. It can mend the Taoist heart of Confucianists. It has the sour smell of the Confucian Sage. Disgusting, disgusting.]

(End of this chapter)