Miro Blue Scroll

Chapter 425
Miro used his avatar to go back and forth to various academies in Youzhou. Although this move greatly shortened the time required, the consumption of energy increased sharply. In addition, some monks believed that Miro did not respect his own academies, which was inevitable. Make things difficult.

Mi Luo, who knew his own mistakes, naturally accepted them one by one, and by virtue of the principles of the Tao in his hands, he won more than he lost and lost less. Over time, it aroused the competitive spirit of many students, and challenged Mi Luo one after another.

With the increase in the number of challenges, Mi Luo has obtained more and more information, and the changes of the people have become more and more satisfactory. He is familiar with the order of the hundred schools, the deeds of the ancients, and the words of the sages. The number of failures will naturally decrease.

When Miro walked to the last academy, 32 students from the entire academy took to the stage one after another. Excluding the six rounds in which Miro was merciless and tied, there were only three rounds left. That's all.

"I remember that a few months ago, this Taoist Miluo was studying and discussing Taoism in the academy. He lost one of nine rounds and two draws. Now he has 32 rounds, nine draws and 23 wins. He is really talented, far better than ordinary people. Unfortunately, this person is dedicated Proficient in the way of immortality, the people in the academy in front of you are nothing more than incarnations."

An old Confucianist stood outside the academy, watching Mi Luo gather his energy and thoughts, and sighed softly.

A beautiful female Confucian student next to her couldn't help but said, "How could he have achieved such a level without the favor of a great master?"

The young Confucian scholar who was traveling with him nodded his head and said, "What Sanmei said is true, this Mi Luo is just relying on... eh..."

Before the man finished speaking, the old Confucian next to him raised his hand and tapped his head three times with a wooden ruler, and the female Confucian student next to him also stretched out her palm under his gaze, and received three feet.

"Did he ever conceal the way of the great master, and did Taoist Mi Luo ever conceal it? You also learned something from it. Why can't you contact hundreds of schools like Mi Luo and learn from the past and the present? Admitting that others are better than you Is it that difficult?"

After the old Confucian finished speaking, he scolded again: "Go back, both of you will copy "Wen De" for me a hundred times!"

When the two brothers and sisters heard the words, their faces changed slightly. "Wen De" is a classic written by Hanxia Confucian sages according to Hanxia's characteristics. It is a compulsory book for Confucian students to learn moral concepts. More than a thousand words.

It doesn't look like much, but they are very clear that the copying in the old Confucian's mouth refers to the meaning contained in the copying of "Wen De". Even if both of them have a literary heart, they can only copy [-] words a day. This is still a wholehearted situation. Down.

Therefore, it took two years to copy "Wen De" a hundred times.

But the two did not dare to refute at all, and they both bowed and said, "Yes!"

After the old Confucian finished speaking, he bowed to the void beside him and said: "The old man is not strict with his disciples, and the Taoist priest will laugh at him."

Mi Luo's body hidden beside him showed his figure, and ignored the male and female Confucian scholars, but just cupped his hands and said to the old Confucian: "Dare to ask how senior saw my traces?"

Mi Luo was a little curious, his cognition of the hundred schools had been sublimated in the debates and competitions, and now the aura was connected with the surroundings, fluctuating with the order of humanity, logically speaking, it should not be noticed by others.

The old Confucianist just smiled and said, "What does the sky say? What does the sky say when the four seasons move and all things come into being?"

Mi Luo's complexion changed slightly. These words originated from the words of Confucius, a Confucian sage in the fantasy world, and came from the dialogue between Confucius and his disciple Zi Gong.

Its original text is roughly:

Confucius said, "I don't want to talk anymore."

Zigong said: "If you don't speak, what are we students preaching?"

Confucius said: "Why does the sky speak? The four seasons run as usual, and all things grow as usual. What did the sky say?"

Here, Confucius is using the sky to explain to his students that all laws and laws are self-transformed without words, and they need to observe and discover the truth by themselves.

If you explore deeply, you can also get the reason to inspire disciples to think in a broader and deeper field.

But at this moment, what the old Confucian said did not mean it literally, he actually pointed out Mi Luo's problem at the moment.

Just as Wang Ximing said, although Mi Luo has obtained the order of humanity, his cultivation base has improved too fast, and he is still a little behind. Therefore, there are inevitably some artificial traces in his breath, and this is exactly the same as Mi Luo's cultivation way. conflicted.

Mira's Tao is all-encompassing, its appearance is in the sky, and its operation should be like the sky, without words, but it runs all things.

Knowing this, Mi Luo's aura immediately changed slightly. The aura that was originally designed to match the ups and downs of the surrounding human order became random, and it was precisely because of this intentional or unintentional that the aura was more in line with the surrounding changes, and it was difficult to fathom.

Seeing this, the old Confucianism showed amazement, and then hesitated: "I just said a word, and you have realized something. It's a pity that this kind of talent has never entered my holy way. However, my old buddy is ascending. Although you have passed on your own ideas and gathered the theories of hundreds of schools, you have not been converted to the holy way. On the contrary, you have deliberately concealed your roots so that we will not be able to detect your core. So, what is hidden in you? "

Hearing this, Mi Luo pondered for a moment, then couldn't help but look at the two young Confucian scholars beside him, and was about to send a voice transmission to inform him, but the old Confucian spoke first: "Keep your mouth shut!"

As the words fell, the order of humanity converged, turning into invisible shackles to block the flow of information around them, and at the same time cut off the possibility of the two speaking, and even followed the two cultural spirits, blending into the literary heart. Once someone forced them to speak, it would only be possible. It caused a shock in the literary heart and caused a backlash.

Only then did Mi Luo respond: "What does the sky say? What does the sky say when the four seasons go about and all things come into being?"

The words of the old Confucian were the same as before. The two young Confucian scholars were furious, but the old Confucian's complexion suddenly changed, and he said softly: "So that's it! No wonder he wants to help you, but he is too old to do something."

During the speech, the old Confucian looked towards the direction of Haoran Mansion, and said angrily: "I just said why those old guys are so kind all of a sudden, and asked me to deliver things, so they guessed your foundation and deliberately read my jokes! Maybe you want to help me out again?"

When he said the last sentence, the old Confucian's face became relieved. He took out two volumes of humane order from his arms. The young men and women beside him stared at one of the volumes with wide eyes when they saw it, showing that they did not dare Confident expression.

The old Confucian pointed to one of the volumes that gathered the essence of hundreds of schools, and said: "This is the sacrificial wine in Haoran's mansion, and all the doctors, professors, and lecturers who spent a hundred days of hard work sorted out the ways of hundreds of schools. The basic theories and core foundations of hundreds of schools of thought. They entrusted me to bring them to you, presumably in the hope that you can better understand the subtlety and solid foundation of the holy way."

Then, the old Confucianist pointed to another volume exuding an aura of order, which was obviously the original book and said: "This one is not as good as the previous one, but I have compiled books in the past few years. If you are interested, you can also watch it." Two, it can be regarded as my apology for talking too much earlier."

After finishing speaking, the old Confucianist did not wait for Mi Luo's answer, and left with his disciple after saluting.

After the old man left, Mi Luo bent down to salute the two volumes facing the direction where the old man left.Those two young Confucian scholars may not have noticed, but Mi Luo had clearly seen before that when the old man heard himself say "Heaven's words", his expression changed a little stiff, and when his expression changed suddenly, his expression was also a little exaggerated. There is no peace and nature that comes later with relief.

Obviously, this old man is usually a very upright person, and he is not good at changing faces.

ps: The holy way in the article refers to the way of the sages of hundreds of schools.

　Yiqi Small Classroom: When I first wrote the Holy Way, Yiqi was adapted from Confucianism, also known as Shengjiao.The origin of the name of the holy religion is said to be the prose "Stop Hundred Officials Paying Tribute to the East Palace" written by Yang Jian in the Sui Dynasty. .

　　
　
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