Into Xuancheng Xianxian, From Not Being A Son-In-Law

But after the figure who wrote the book "Searching Things and Zhizhi" has dissipated, this figure without confusion is still there.

It seems to be waiting.

waiting.

Will someone else have an answer.

After that, several Daoist shadows appeared one after another, but none of them seemed to be recognized by this Daoist shadow.

No new figures appeared.

But the books and pens on the long table, as well as the figure who wrote the four sentences of Hengqu are still there.

Still waiting.

Xu Nian understood, walked to the desk and sat down.

As for what to write, he was already thinking about it after Hengqu's four sentences were preempted.

Coincidentally.

Thinking of now, there are just a few words that come in handy.

"My heart is the reason, the unity of knowledge and action, not seeking outside the false, should reach the conscience."

At the end of the pen.

Xu Nian looked back, only to see the figure who had never left before nodding with a smile on his face.

Express contentment.

Although they still haven't dispersed, it seems that they are still waiting for more people to give answers after Xu Nian.

But as he nodded, a wave of fresh air broke through the white mist in the self-cultivation forest, attracting countless mighty winds, blowing the entire bamboo forest like a blue sea, rustling.

Among the academy.

Shen Qifeng ignored Chen Xinghu's indications and hints that he wanted to play chess again and again, and was talking about the scenery of the mountains and rivers with the old general, but he suddenly closed his mouth halfway through the conversation, and stared blankly at the cultivation forest.

This is already an extremely abnormal faux pas for Dean Shen of Youlu Academy, who has a self-contained manner.

"General Chen, forgive me for being rude, but excuse me for the time being..."

what happened

Chen Xinghu didn't ask, because although he is not a Confucian practitioner, he also sensed the strangeness of Cultivation Forest.

The clear light soaring into the sky, the awe-inspiring aura gathered from all directions.

What an amazing vision!

Needless to say, Zhou Qing, He Qishi, and Gu Daozhi are the three great gentlemen in the academy.

Even in Yujing City, thirty-three miles away, there were eyes suddenly looking at the academy.

And on the road not far from the academy, a passerby in jade-colored clothes with a pale face suddenly raised his head when he coughed softly, looking at the clear light rising into the sky from afar.

"The clear light soars to the sky, and the grandeur fills the universe."

"After so many years, Confucianism has become a sage again."

"It will be Shen Qifeng who has improved...cough cough cough!"

The passerby in jade-colored clothes murmured, and before he finished speaking, he couldn't help but coughed twice again.

Continue on your way.

Outside the forest of self-cultivation, there was originally only one Mr. He Qishi.

And now.

Gu Daozhi, who lived in the building and painted mountains and rivers for a long time, came.

Zhou Qing, who was supposed to be judging the candidates for the autumn exam, also came.

Three big gentlemen gathered together.

The dean, Shen Qifeng, was not absent either, and came outside the cultivation forest.

It's just that in this self-cultivation forest, even the four of them, separated by white mist, can't know what's going on inside, they can only perceive a thing or two from the clear light.

"Dean, this is... Is our Confucianism going to produce sages again?"

Shen Qifeng was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"No, this is not a new sage."

"It was Wei Zailin, the sage, who inspired a wisp of thought left in the forest of self-cultivation."

Not the new sages.

But He Qishi and the three of them couldn't calm down.

Who is Wei Zailin?

Saint's close disciple!

Who is this in the bamboo forest who actually got such a huge opportunity and got Wei Zailin's approval?

Shen Qifeng continued: "In this, I also felt a trace of Saint's breath. It should be... the pen that Saint left in the self-cultivation forest."

The Saint pen in the Slim Forest was finally born.

This should have been good news, but He Qishi's heart sank, because not far away, there was still Qinghui, an eminent Buddhist monk who had attained the Tao.

Just go for the Saint pen!

"Could it be that...Monk Yuanzhen obtained the Saint pen, and thus gained Wei Xianxian's approval?"

He Qishi raised the worst possibility.

If it is true that Yuanzhen's good things come together in the forest of self-cultivation, there is still a question mark whether he can bring the Saint pen back to Hanwu Kingdom, but there is nowhere to make up for it with the approval of the sages.

The Forest of Self-cultivation is just a wisp of thoughts left by the predecessors.

Even if it can be nourished in this forest of self-cultivation, it will still be water without roots in this piece of heaven and earth.

The power inspired by each recognition is an irreparable loss.

Shen Qifeng muttered: "Be calm and don't be impatient..."

No matter how much buzz is going on outside the Xiushen Forest, Xu Nian, who caused all this, is digging in the ground.

do what?

Plant bamboo seedlings.

After all the past illusions related to the long case disappeared, a bamboo sapling appeared on the case.

The Saint pen conveys the idea of ​​​​letting Xu Nian plant bamboo.

It doesn’t matter where it is planted.

Whatever.

Anyway, there are many green bamboos around the long desk, so Xu Nian dug a hole next to it and planted crisp bamboo seedlings.

Xu Nian looked at the small bamboo seedlings planted by his own hands and felt a little weird. He heard from He Xiao that the bamboos in the cultivation forest were planted by great scholars.

This little bamboo seedling is probably the only one in the huge bamboo forest that has a different origin.

It was planted by the Taoist Master himself.

The vision of the past that emerged from the long case was probably the ultimate test in this self-cultivation forest. Now that he has passed it, he can feel it when he picks up the Saint pen.

The recognition symbolized by the wisps of golden white mist is no longer needed.

Xu Nian can still pick up this Saint pen easily.

Or.

This Saint pen has completely endorsed Xu Nian.

It was with this recognition that Xu Nian learned more information from the Saint pen.

This pen is indeed the product of the Confucian Saint.

Stay in this cultivation forest.

It is indeed intended to be an opportunity and bequeathed to future generations.

However, perhaps even Confucian Saint will have unexpected developments.

The wisps of ideas left by the latecomers when they planted bamboo here to grow the bamboo forest, produced a subtle fusion in the years of contact with this pen imbued with the breath of Saint.

simply put.

It was difficult for the ideas of the great Confucians and sages to survive for such a long time.

Even if it is not fully realized through repeated recognition, it will be wasted away in the baptism of time in this world.

It is this Saint pen that has smoothed the baptism of time to a great extent.

Counting hundreds of years is like one day.

Maintaining the idea that the Confucian seniors left behind the bamboos in the cultivation forest.

Xu Nian can take away this pen that contains the atmosphere of Confucian Saint.

But this way.

The wisps of thoughts left in this forest of self-cultivation will no longer exist for a long time. In addition to the real relics of great Confucianists, those rare cultural thoughts and inheritances will be wiped away by the erosion of time.

"How can the system say that the legacy of a hundred generations can be arbitrary? Is that what it means?"

Xu Nian smiled.

Put the Saint pen back on the long desk.

He had received enough.

After the figure who wrote the four lines of Hengqu was satisfied, all the awe-inspiring wind caused by the clear light returned to him.

Why be greedy?

What's more.

Although it seems a bit opportunistic, Xu Nian also planted bamboo in the cultivation forest just now.

A thought was left behind for future generations to understand.