People sit in the southern sky and watch the ages

Chapter 49
"road."

Xu Sanyou stood up, walked to Li Changqing's side, and said a word.

road? !

Wang Mingyang held his breath, this question was more than a hundred times more difficult than the previous "poetry".

Although this 'Tao' is more common than 'Bamboo', it runs through all things, as if it is readily available, but if you take a closer look, these are not Tao.

Even the Supreme Virtuous Heavenly Venerable, in the name of Tao, also bluntly said, "There is a mixture of things, and the innate and the earth are born. I am lonely! I am independent and do not change, and I can be the mother of the world. I don't know whose son; I don't know." Its name, its character is Tao."

I can't describe it, I can't say it, I can only force it to be named 'Tao'.

Can mortals really write poems about things that even saints can't say?

Wang Mingyang held onto his palm firmly, worried for Li Changqing, but in his heart there was a longing, longing for his benefactor to write this wonderful poem in the world.

Those poems before could be regarded as famous ones, and people could read them without eating meat for three months, but he had a hunch that when this poem came out, the three famous poems just now would be eclipsed.

road?
Li Changqing frowned slightly, walking forward step by step.

This topic is indeed difficult, and none of the ancient poems I have recited dare to use the name "Tao".

Since ancient times, literati have looked down on each other. If you dare to use Tao as a name, don't say it is good or bad, I am afraid that you will be labeled as a crazy student first.

Seeing him frowning and thinking, Xu Sanyou didn't urge him, and waited for the other party's good poems with a smile.

If he comes to solve this question, then there is a way of thinking, which is to speak in terms of words.

The way is not available, but the technique is available.

Bole's knowledge of horses is a skill, but to be the best in the world is naturally the Tao.

Of course, if Li Changqing chooses this path, he will fall into the trap of his next question, which is the most difficult technique.

At this time, the sky is getting dark, and the orange-red, purple sunset glow slowly sinks into the mighty Mingcang River.

In the distance, the white crane flaps its wings and returns late with the infinite sunset, soaking the emerald green bamboo forest.

Li Changqing stretched out his palm, and the warm spring light scattered, just like the 'Tao', which cannot be grasped, but actually exists in every place.

Suddenly, he thought of a quatrain. If it jumped out of the original thinking category, it would be somewhat appropriate to describe Tao.

He turned around, "I don't see the ancients in the past, and I don't see the coming ones in the future. Thinking about the long distance between the world and the earth, I feel sad and weep."

"The past does not see the ancients, and the future does not see those who come" is not only the infinity of the time dimension, but also the loneliness of the seeker.

"Remembering the world and the earth, feeling sad but crying alone" is not only the vastness of space, but also the sadness of the Taoist who sees the Tao but cannot obtain it.

A gust of wind from the river blew in, and the bamboo grove made a rustling sound, rolling up the hem of Li Changqing's pure Taoist robe, as if he was about to take him away in the next moment.

"Excellent poem!"

Wang Mingyang cheered loudly and said, "Although there is not a single word in the whole article, it is said that the universe is infinite, the universe is boundless, and the loneliness is lonely. It can be called the Tao. Listening to a poem by Engong today, let me, an ordinary person, know that I was in the past. When facing the Tao, there are things that are difficult to describe, and the scene of emotion is difficult to describe. Once this poem comes out, it will be a masterpiece."

After speaking, he looked at Xu Sanyou, who couldn't hide the shock in his eyes, and even pinched off a few short silver-white beards.

I didn't feel much about this poem when I first read it, but the more I read it, the more interesting it became. It really fits Lao Tzu's Tao Te Ching Samadhi.

If it is like what I thought before, speaking the way with skills is a low-level vehicle, and the way is hard to find and difficult to explain.

Tao is one and all. After speaking, it is only one aspect of Tao, but it is not Tao.

He paused and said, "This poem is naturally excellent."

With a wave of his hand, half of the hill made of talisman paper fell in front of Li Changqing, obviously he thought the poem was worth the price.

But after getting this excellent poem, Xu Sanyou didn't have a trace of joy on his face.

If it was normal, he would open an altar of fine wine, serve the wine with poems, and then fall asleep soundly after reading to get drunk, and continue to taste the samadhi in the poem in his dream.

But...he couldn't help pinching off a few more beards, and looked at Li Changqing who was about to ride the wind and go home.

No!

My Confucian seeds can't be robbed like this, I need to use some means.

His eyes were firm, and the river wind suddenly picked up, rolling up the bamboo forest on the island, making waves like waves, layer upon layer, as if the sound of countless scholars reading in between.

He Jiuzhang, the head of the Heming Academy, looked at the sky in shock, at the awe-inspiring uprightness that gathered like a river, is madman going to die? !

"Confucianism."

Xu Sanyou uttered the sound of gold and stone, and a word of Confucianism directly hit the hearts of Li Changqing and Wang Mingyang, as if he wanted to ask the two of them for their most authentic views on Confucianism.

After hearing this question, Li Changqing breathed a sigh of relief. If there are very few poems about Confucianism, there is one poem that can be called a great achievement of Confucianism.

He spoke confidently, one sentence at a time, and a poem in eight steps.

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, and are mixed with manifold shapes. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars.

People say Haoran, Peihu Sai Cangming.Huanglu as Qingyi, Han and Tuming Court. "

His voice passed through layers of bamboo forests, instead of being weakened, it was amplified instead, looping back and forth, as if countless Li Changqings were hiding in the bamboo forests, constantly reciting the opening eight lines of this song of righteousness.

For a while, the sound of the wind and the sound of reading came into my mind, like someone knocking on the altar with a morning bell and an evening drum. If I am stubborn, I will not give up until the altar is broken.

Xu Sanyou looked at the scene in front of him with satisfaction. The literary energy accumulated in Heming Academy was stimulated under his guidance, forming a long river of righteousness, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, making the twilight of the river eclipsed. If you pour it in at three inches, no matter what kind of Taoism the opponent practiced before, you will return to the original, enter the door of his Confucianism, and always have a great righteousness in your chest.

Suddenly, a figure appeared next to them. It was He Jiuzhang, the head of Heming Academy. He looked at Xu Sanyou, whose face was flushed with a little anger and grief, "You don't want to die?!"

Xu Sanyou laughed loudly and said, "To add a beam to my Confucianism, to seek a righteousness for the world, I have no regrets for mere rotten trees."

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, and are mixed with manifold shapes. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars.

People say Haoran, Peihu Sai Cangming.Huanglu as Qingyi, Han and Tuming Court. "

"It's really an extremely good poem. With this poem, people will still remember me, Xu Sanyou, after a thousand years. What more can I ask for?"

He Jiuzhang looked shocked, and instantly understood the situation in front of him. He took out a pill and fed it to Xu Sanyou, while looking at the other two in the courtyard.

Wang Mingyang was directly skipped by him. Although this scholar is full of literary energy and has fallen into an epiphany with the help of Haoran Zhengqi, but it is only a good posture, and the full of Haoran Zhengqi only gets one or two points.

As for the other person, the spiritual platform above his head was wide open, and the mighty righteousness was poured from above, as if it were endless. Is there really such a vast spiritual platform in the world?

A flash of understanding flashed in He Jiuzhang's eyes. It turned out that this is really the seed of my Confucianism.

(End of this chapter)