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Chapter 81 There is no such thing as reason in the world
On the bank of the surging river, Chen Xu faced a blurry and illusory face.

Before he could sort out his thoughts, the other party spoke first.

"I've been silent for three hundred years, and I haven't read such excellent new poetry in a hundred years." The illusory figure looked at Chen Xu and sighed softly, "After death, people always tend to forget many things."

This sentence is very interesting.

What does it mean that “people tend to forget many things after they die”?
Chen Xulue hesitated for a moment and responded, "Senior, what did you forget?"

"There are many, many things," the illusory figure said. "For example, my name, my origins, and some of my life events. Even the books I've written, I only remember half of them.

If I forget even more, in a thousand or hundred years, my heroic spirit will also dissipate into the world.

How can one achieve immortality in this world? Ha..."

Chen Xu didn't expect to get such an answer.

I remembered what Wu Zhengze said, that Taoists only cultivate in this life and not in the next life, and may live for 1,800 years.

Although it is extremely difficult for Confucianism to increase the upper limit of lifespan, it can ensure that the spirits of heroes will live forever in the world. However, it now seems that this longevity has to be compromised.

Chen Xu couldn't help but ask, "What do you want to do, Senior?"

"I want to remember as much as I can. This Feng family scholar has brought along nine generations of legacy, and can extend my memory for forty-five years.

But that's not enough, I need a hook.

The talented people in the world, whether through poetry or prose, as long as they can touch my heart, can tear apart the veil of my ignorance.

Your new poem has just given me some vague memories, but I still can't quite grasp them."

Chen Xu listened carefully and gradually gained a better understanding of the Confucian heroes.

To be honest, perhaps because he had encountered ghosts and gods frequently recently, he couldn't help but have more fantasies about ghosts eating people.

Although the heroic spirit in front of him did not show any malice, Chen Xu still couldn't help but imagine: when the other party said "need a trigger", could it be that he would open his mouth wide and swallow him in the next moment?

Of course, it's also possible that he was overthinking it.

Since he started practicing, he has overthought many times.

But even if you are vigilant ninety-nine times, if you fail to do so even once, it does not count as true vigilance.

Therefore, Chen Xu always maintained a paranoid mentality and was ready to use his supernatural powers to leave the underworld at any time.

Then Chen Xu asked, "What did you remember?"

"I remember I had a wife in my lifetime," the other person said. "She, she wasn't human."

"what?"

"She was a fox demon, she had demonic energy, and her demonic energy even destroyed my invulnerable body, causing me to die before I could fulfill my ambitions.

That is why I have forgotten so much more than they have forgotten...”

The heroic spirit spoke of his bizarre past life, but his emotions remained relatively calm. He continued:
“Now I remember some of it, but there are some things I can’t understand.

I have a great ambition in my life, which is to meet a wise leader and save the country from danger.

What on earth could it be that made me willingly give up my own ideals and ambitions, marry a demon, and never part with her even if it damaged my body?

I don't believe it because I've been bewitched by a fox demon. I'm a great scholar. If I'm not willing, who can bewitch me?"

He is a great scholar.

It is the spirit of a great scholar!
Just the two words "great scholar" actually give off an indescribable aura of awe that flourishes from the unknown, shocking people inexplicably.

Chen Xu looked at the heroic spirit in front of him again, but his appearance was blurry, but his outline seemed to have a graceful demeanor.

Chen Xu believed what he said: He is a great scholar. If he is not willing, who can deceive him? Recalling that he had said before that he was the heroic spirit of three hundred years ago.

Three hundred years ago, which great scholars were famous in the world?

Three hundred years ago, Dali was clearly at its peak, so why was there a saying of "helping the country in times of crisis"?
Chen Xu recalled the history of this dynasty that he had learned, and to be honest, it was not much.

He first studied in the town's academy. The teacher was actually just a student, and the only things he taught were the poetry and prose of his predecessors and the Four Books and Five Classics.

Leaving aside poetry and prose, the Four Books and Five Classics are actually not much different from the Chinese classics in Chen Xu's memory.

Of course, Chen Xu had never studied these things carefully in his previous life, so he didn't know if there were any discrepancies in the details.

Moreover, the examination for Tongsheng is relatively simple, mainly requiring recitation and interpretation of classics.

Chen Xu possesses the thinking of a top scholar from his previous life. His memory, comprehension, and level of enlightenment are far beyond the reach of the lower-class scholars in this world.

That's why he was able to win the first place in the Tongsheng examination after studying for a few years.

But no matter how strong his learning ability was, he could do nothing about the fact that the noble families treasured the true meaning and many articles and books were not open to the lower-class scholars.

Even the teachers in the county school either focused on the classics or briefly talked about ancient history when giving lectures, and they were still very cautious about the history of the current dynasty.

Chen Xu recalled what Feng Yuanbai had said before, that he could guide him in studying the classics and answer his questions. Now that he thought about it carefully, he felt that this might be the most valuable condition among all the ones Feng Yuanbai had offered.

Normally, how many people can become a teacher after passing the imperial examination?

Now, Chen Xu lacked a thorough knowledge of the history of his dynasty, so he could only forcefully deduce based on his limited knowledge.

Chen Xu's thoughts raced as he spoke slowly, "Senior, if someone wants to do something beyond common sense, they must have feelings beyond common sense. In my humble opinion, I have two guesses. Would you be willing to listen to them?"

The great scholar Ying Ling was very interested. He said curiously, "Of course I want to listen. Young people always know and think more fresh than old people.

If there weren't a young genius here, how could I be awakened even if someone else held two more lamps of the Nine Generations' Inheritance? "

Chen Xu then said, "The first guess is irrational, because things in this world don't necessarily have logic in every case."

He sighed and whispered, "Love comes from nowhere, yet it's so deep. The living can die, and the dead can live...

Those who are alive but cannot die, and those who are dead but cannot be resurrected, are not able to do so because of human nature.

If it is a matter of love, what is wrong with a great scholar marrying a fox wife?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the spirit of the great scholar in front of him actually floated back a step.

Visible green energy flowed through his illusory figure. In just a moment, his originally illusory and blurry face seemed to become a little more solid.

County Magistrate Feng stood in front and did not dare to look back, but his body trembled slightly.

"I, I..." The great scholar's clothes fluttered, and his voice gradually became more emotional. "I don't know where the love came from, but it's so deep. It turns out that many things in this world don't need a reason."

He chuckled softly, "I've been baffled for a long time. Turns out it's because there's no solution to this problem. Really? If I don't want to, who can confuse me?"

The laughter echoed with the waves of the underworld. Although it was low, it sounded like the rolling waves and seemed to have an echo.

When Feng Yuanbai heard the sound, he felt his blood boiling and the literary energy in his sea of ​​consciousness was churning. He couldn't help but cry out "Ah".

Just then, the great scholar Yingling asked again, "My friend, you said you had two guesses. What is the other one?"

When asking the question, although there was still a hint of green on the great scholar Ying Ling's face, he actually did not think that the young man in front of him would say anything earth-shattering again.

The fact that he could say “I don’t know where the feelings come from” shows that he is one of the most spiritual people in the world.

But this sentence actually has a reason. It is based on the experience of the great scholar and has already expressed the sentiment of the time very thoroughly.

Could it be that there are any other brilliant insights?
Note: The line “I don’t know where the emotion comes from” in this chapter comes from Tang Xianzu’s “Preface to The Peony Pavilion”.

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