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Chapter 281 The Great Wall's inscription "Song of Righteous Qi", awe-inspiring and magnificent! (seeking a monthly ticket)

The sun is shining and the sky is clear.

Ji Nian sat cross-legged on Nian Beast's back, returned home, and lined up the materials harvested this morning:

【Ruyi Xuanhu·Xuan Wang】, 【Disaster and Demon Dragon·Jiangni】, 【Deciphering the Nine Ruins·Life Darkness】, 【Star Meteor Paradise·Sloughing】, 【Mirage Celestial Master·Scorpion】, 【Tao Lie Liandi·Golden Egg Blood Crown Rooster], 【Yuanjunling Presents Yuanxi Emperor Auspicious Beast·"White" Tiger】, a total of seven purple material cards.

There are also a dozen mental potions, which are also worth a lot.

"This trip is really profitable."

Ji Nian pursed his lips, happier than others who lost money.

But when I think about the information involved in "Song of Righteousness", I feel a little overwhelmed.

The degree of trouble in writing this poem can be seen from the title alone:
The so-called uprightness refers to righteousness. When talking about this word, one cannot escape Mencius, and Wen Xiang, the author of "Song of Righteousness", is also a strange person through the ages, and counting the twelve allusions mentioned in the poem...

"Um……"

Ji Nian pressed the center of his brows with a slight headache.

He never expected to write the whole poem.

As the first anti-evil poem in the ages, the power of "Song of Righteousness" reaches the heavens and the earth. In the world of fantasy and fairy tales, it is a profound formula that can become a saint, become a ancestor, and ascend to the highest place.

With his silver-level cultivation base, he might not even be able to write his full name.

In his memory, a certain colleague also tried to copy this poem, but he didn't write it all until the novel was finished.

But he still wants to try.

Indeed, as far as the creative background is concerned, "Song of Righteousness" has little to do with the Great Wall.

The reason why he chose this poem as the inscription on the Great Wall is mainly because both of them are known as the "backbone of China" and they are highly compatible in spirit.

Blue Star is not Earth.

Historical gaps and myths do not exist, culture dies with the wind, and once the environment is destroyed, the spirit will be lost.

No matter how many stories and poems related to the Great Wall are copied, it will be difficult for the Blue Star Great Wall to have that charm.

There is no way, the people who build it do not understand it well, and the built building has only its shape and no spirit.

The purpose of writing "Song of Righteousness" is to let the people of Kyushu know what is Chinese character and what is righteousness!
If there is a "Song of Righteous Qi" inscribed on the wall of the Great Wall, whenever the people of Kyushu encounter evil spirits, they will recite them aloud to drive them away. In a few years, there will be "Gods" on the Great Wall!
Until then, the people of Kyushu can truly be called worry-free, and Blue Star may usher in relative peace.

On the other hand, when Ji Nian wrote "Song of Righteous Qi", he also wanted to "throw away jade to attract bricks", borrowing the feats of the twelve righteous men in ancient China, to make a good start for the long-planned [Great Wall-themed card creation event].

"I can't start with Shihuang..."

Ji Nian scratched his cheek, and smiled weakly: "If you really want to add information about his old man, it's easy for me to hold back."

Sighing again with a little helplessness, he put away the material, sat cross-legged on the sofa, his consciousness flowed into the sea of ​​consciousness, and took a pen to add the relevant information of "Song of Righteous Qi":

[Wen Tianxiang, courtesy name Song Rui, nickname Wenshan, was born in Luling, Jizhou. 】

[Baoyou ranked first in Jinshi in the fourth year, experienced Rui, Jiangxi and other states, and was promoted to the right minister in the second year of Deyou. 】

[Jing Yan regained many prefectures and counties in the second year, and was defeated in the southern region soon after, and was captured in Wupoling the following year. 】

[Refused Yuan general's temptation to surrender, sent to Dadu the next year, suffered all kinds of coercion and temptation in prison for three years, compiled "Guide Record", wrote "Song of Righteous Qi", awe-inspiring righteousness, would rather die than surrender. 】

[In the winter of 1283, after refusing the Yuan court's last lure, he went to the execution ground to pay homage to the south, and died generously. 】

[Jue Ming Ci said: "Confucius said to achieve benevolence, Mencius said to obtain righteousness, only when his righteousness is exhausted, so benevolence is supreme. Reading the books of sages and sages, what have you learned? From now on, the common people have almost nothing to be ashamed of."]

Confucianism, Haoran, and the Tao of Confucius and Mencius are all top-level concepts in Chinese history.

Although as early as when I was just getting started, I had the experience of injecting top-level mythological concepts such as gossip, yin and yang, and taishang because of spending money on building mountain ghosts, but even today, encountering such things still makes Ji Nian feel like walking on eggshells .

It's like walking against a cliff, overlooking the abyss.

Even with a safety rope tied to my body, I still feel uneasy.

"The review was successful."

After a long wait, the sea of ​​consciousness was surging again.

Ji Nian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

His historical knowledge reserve is definitely thicker than most people's, but it can't compare with the high-achieving students and experts and professors in related fields, and it doesn't have the profound accumulation of Tu Fuzi's years of fighting among the dead.

It is really difficult to create historical and legendary cards or add information.

There is a specialization in the art industry.

He can seem effortless in creating mythic cards, and he does have this aspect in his mind.

"In the future, let's not deal with this inter-professional thing, it's too scary and tiring."

Thinking of this, Ji Nian breathed a sigh of relief, and began to add other information:
In the middle part of "Song of Righteous Qi", Prime Minister Wen listed the heroic deeds of twelve loyal ministers and righteous men, all of which can be called Chinese epics.

"The twelve righteous men..."

Ji Nian rubbed the center of his brows, went through it in his mind, and quickly introduced specific events.

"Thanks to the gray-bearded, unknown substitute teacher in 'Home' Elementary School."

Ji Nian smiled, and an old man with a blurred face slowly appeared in his mind:

Before time travelling, he studied in the countryside for primary and junior high school.

At that time, educational resources were scarce, and class teachers were taught both Chinese and mathematics.

His class teacher at the time was a middle-aged woman in her forties, with a daughter in her family who happened to take the exam when they were in their third year of primary school.

The college entrance examination is a major event in life.

The teacher chose to resign and go home to take care of his daughter, but no one could find a reason.

But as mentioned above, at that time, the educational resources of primary schools in Ji Nian’s hometown were extremely scarce.

There is only one class per grade, and there are a total of five head teachers in the school, plus one English teacher.

The principal, vice-principal, and director all work part-time, and they are also busy with junior high school affairs, so it is unrealistic for them to substitute for the class.

In the end, there was nothing to do, so I invited the physical education teacher to teach mathematics.

"Mathematics is taught by physical education teachers" is an old joke on the Internet to others, but it is a real childhood fun in terms of chronicle.

Now, the physical education teacher is honored to take up the post. Logically speaking, the Chinese teacher should also let him take over, right?

The fact is that conditions do not allow:

The Chinese teacher in the third grade of elementary school has to teach composition. In order to accumulate materials and build a solid foundation for the children, he also tells an hour of idioms or historical stories every afternoon before school.

It's a chore.

It is even less beautiful for a physical education teacher whose wife has opened a "small dining table" and has to go back early to help.

Parents and schools are worried.

They were overjoyed at the anniversary. As soon as the door was closed in the Chinese class, and the water in the iron bucket was poured out, the spinning top was dry.

Ping-pong bang, I don't know, I thought someone was taking laxatives.

After a week like this, the potbellied headmaster brought over a smiling old man with white beard.

It is said that when you are three years old, you are old-fashioned. At that time, you were a bad boy. He won more popsicles and spicy sticks. When the principal came, he ran fast.

As soon as the door opened, other boys were playing spinning tops and yo-yos, and he was the only one sitting there obediently, giving lectures to the little girl.

There is no need to say more about the latter.

In front of the new teacher, the principal glared at the monkeys at the back of the classroom, suppressed his anger, and told them to go back to their seats. He gave Ji Nian a commendable look, and then introduced the new white-bearded teacher.

It is worth mentioning that during the whole process, the old man, who was quite elegant and unrestrained, looked at the "well-behaved and honest" chronology with a smile on his face, and his smile was full of deep meaning.

Since then, the old man with white beard has become their language teacher.

He does not seem to be a teacher for the first time, and he appears to be very experienced in teaching.

It's the kind of good teacher that you can think of as a special teacher at first glance.

But it didn't go beyond the "circle" of "teacher".

Only the attitude towards the chronology is a bit special, preferring to be visible to the naked eye.

During the breaks, Ji Nian often gave a small lesson. After making up lessons, he also told some mythological stories or epic poems, which greatly stimulated Ji Nian's interest in the field of mythology.

Rather than "teacher", a more suitable word is "master" or "mentor".

At that time in the office, whenever a teacher asked with a helpless smile: "Now that science and engineering are popular, what is the use of teaching children?", he would always answer with a smile: "One day I will be able to use it." It turned out to be a prophecy.

After Ji Nian, I worked part-time to write novels, do copywriting, and read scripts, and I really made a lot of extra money.

It is a pity that this good teacher only took Ji Nian with them for about three months. When they were in the fourth grade, the school hired a new teacher.

There was no news of that "mentor" in the year, as if there had never been such a person in the world.

"Teacher, teacher, if you are really like what I think, you are a fairy, can you give some money to the students, it will be hard to tell."

The big ghost who lives in a large villa in the city center and has a seven-figure deposit in his card said shamelessly.

I couldn't help but reminded: "Don't go to Tiandi Bank, the inflation there is too high."

Of course, it was just a joke.

He vaguely remembered that the teacher's heart was not very good, and he was probably an ordinary little old man.

He hoped that this benefactor was really a fairy god, so that he could live a long life and enjoy all the blessings.

The big ghost also has a conscience.

"call……"

After adding the information, Ji Nianchang let out a sigh of relief, thinking of the past again, feeling dissatisfied.

After taking a sip of the spiritual potion, he got under the covers.

"Go to bed early today and restore your mental strength."

As Ji Nianxin said, he yawned and soon fell asleep.

When he was washing the next day, a message popped up on his mobile phone. It was a text message from the bank, which showed that a certain account had transferred 300 million yuan to his card.

"Could it be someone who made a wrong turn?"

Thinking about it, Ji Nian clicked on the [Jiuzhou Bank] app and glanced at the background information: "Student Ji Nian has worked hard recently, this is a periodic reward for you."

"It's all named by name. It seems that it was indeed given to me. I don't know which kind-hearted person it is."

Ji Nian said a few words, and sent the transfer, background information, and screenshots to the people in the Card Creator Association, and prepared to spend everything after confirming that there is no problem.

Today is different from the past. As the champion of the Qingshan Cup and the star of Dongtu, he must be cautious in terms of money.

"Brother Nian!"

"Ok?"

Ji Nian turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw Ren Wangzheng standing outside the window with a smirk on his face.

Because of the window, his voice seemed muffled, adding a bit of silliness.

"Brother Nian, breakfast."

Ji Nian opened the door, took the bag from Wang Ren, thanked him hurriedly, and led him towards the living room.

"Ah Quan came just in time, I was going to talk to you about something."

"Brother Nian wants me to lead the team through the finals. The principal told me yesterday, don't worry, it will be fine."

Ji Nian nodded when he heard the words. He still believed in Wang Ren's commanding level, and got two more mythical cards, which should be able to suppress Goldman Sachs' little Karami who has been delayed for a long time.

"Well, I don't worry about you doing business."

After a few simple instructions, he turned around and went back to the house to accumulate his mental strength.

At this moment, Wang Ren suddenly remembered what his father had told him before, and was about to catch up, seeing that Ji Nian had disappeared into the corner of the corridor, and he didn't dare to disturb the other party's cultivation, so he sighed softly, locked the door carefully, turned and left.

I don't know how much time has passed, the sun is already high, the sun is shining, and the mobile phone that is charging on the bedside table suddenly rings.

Picking it up, it turned out to be the principal's message. This person was as concise as ever, just one word: go.

When Ji Nian saw the letter, he hurriedly packed his things, and after a simple wash, he hurried out of the villa and opened the door to meet him. The principal was already waiting in the small pavilion outside the villa.

Both the master and the apprentice are people with strong execution ability. After a brief glance at each other, they drove straight to Qingshan in the airship that had not returned to Weiya.

"You change into this suit."

On the deck, the principal raised his hand and threw a card to Ji Nian.

This is a ready-to-use equipment card called [The Hidden Man at the Auction].

Ji Nian looked up and saw that this card was as high as gold, but unfortunately, it is a one-time item, which does not need to consume mental power, but has only one function: to hide identity.

"A lot of people came from Qingshan Pass, just in case, change into this clothes first."

"With your cultivation level, you can't expose your identity."

Ji Nian made a "huh" sound, split a ray of mental power, and activated the card.

In the blink of an eye, his body was covered with a mysterious black robe, hood, and mask. Compared with a certain pharmacist surnamed Xiao, he looked more like Donghuang Taiyi in the "Qin Shi" series.

You get what you pay for, no matter how you say it, this card is a gold product that is close to the top, with so many functions cut, the appearance must be justified.

"good."

Ji Nian couldn't help but praise. After the mask treatment, his voice became magnetic and deep.

Uncle Dong saw that it was rare for Ji Nian to show his youthful spirit of "seeing Lie Xinxi", and a smile appeared on his old face unconsciously.

About two hours later, the airship shaped like a map of Yucheng had sailed into the municipal district of Dushuo, the provincial capital.

The [-] mountains covered with verdant green suddenly burst into view, and the cool breeze caressed people's faces.

Since winning the Qingshan Cup, it has been 20 days since the championship, and it will come to Qingshan again in the new year.

In such a short period of time, Du Shuo hasn't changed much.

If you have to find a change, it is that there are more buildings in the mountains and forests that are winding like a dragon, and there is a grand pass built on a green hill.

On both sides of the door, there are simple and solemn, golden lanterns, and there is an empty plaque in the middle and high place, which seems to be waiting for someone to fill it in.

"Put the airship away."

Uncle Dong greeted them, raised his hand and called out two [Iron Winged Armored Birds], which are common in the army, they went straight to the Chengguan and swooped away.

There are also many people standing here and there scattered around the Chengguan.

I didn't even pay attention to the calendar, just walked a few steps quickly, caressing the simple and mottled building.

There are countless marks of sword wounds and arrows on the city wall, and there are also traces of being washed away by the years.

As a descendant of the Yellow Emperor and a descendant of the dragon, he was not too excited when he saw the spine of China in a land where history was cut off and culture collapsed.

Yes, just rest assured!
The tsunami-like Lin Dong and the noisy human voices all fell silent at this moment, and Ji Nian's clear face hidden behind the mask unconsciously revealed a smile.

I don't know how long it took before I finally came back to my senses, my cold and blackened heart seemed to melt from ice and snow, and the circles of my eyes were a little red.

"As [Chief Engineer of the Great Wall] and also the 'Conceptor' of this idea, in my personal capacity, I would like to thank all of you for your dedication and hard work over the past few days."

After finishing speaking, he bowed lightly.

Without waiting for everyone to respond, he turned around slowly, borrowed the buoyancy of the robes, and went straight up to the top of the city. He only raised his hand and called out the drawing card pen.
[First level of the Great Wall]!
It is not the standard [Qingshan Pass].

As soon as these five words fell, his whole spirit was lifted, and he felt that every cell and pore in his body was screaming with joy, and infinite warm currents surged through his limbs and bones.

Quickly adjusting his breath, he found a relatively flat city wall nearby, and with a wave of his pen, he wrote the words "Song of Righteous Qi".

Thanks to the teaching of that mentor, he has a good foundation in techniques. Later, when he entered the city, he also found a special teacher, and finally cultivated his interest.

This continued for several months of card making, writing non-stop every day, full of fairy tales, with a stroke of charm.

As soon as the three characters fall, it will arouse righteous energy and the Changhong will stretch for three thousand miles. The misty purple energy will reach the sky from the tip of the pen, and the bright golden light will look down on the ground.

Seeing this situation, everyone in the audience had different thoughts, and they knew the general deeds of Prime Minister Wen almost as soon as they saw this word.

"Theme poem? Something."

The old man in the lead twisted his white beard and said in his heart.

The rest of the people have their own thoughts, surprises, worries, expectations, and secret hatred.

There are a lot of things involved in the Great Wall, and it doesn't belong entirely to Ji Nian, the "creator".

More than one person wanted to "write" an inscription for him.

It was just forced back by the two forces of Dongtu Zhenyuan Army and Dajiuzhou.

Ji Nian was quick-witted, glanced at everyone's faces and eyes from the corner of the eye, and guessed everything, and wrote more and more vigorously.

"There is righteousness in the world..."

After writing the first five words, Ji Nian's face suddenly changed, and his temple seemed to be touched by a steel cone.

Every time a word is written, there is a hammer blow, which hurts people's soul.

Ji Nian only uses spiritual power, drinks spiritual power potion in the air, and writes quickly with that cool feeling.

[Heaven and earth have righteousness, mixed with manifolds. 】

As soon as this sentence fell, a great righteousness suddenly rose between the heaven and the earth, and the mountains, rivers and lakes, the sun, the moon, and the morning stars loomed, forming the shape of all things.

[The bottom is Heyue, and the top is Sun and Star. 】

[Yu Ren said Hao Ran, Pei Hu Sai Cang Ming. 】

When it falls on the land of Kyushu, it becomes mountains, rivers and mountains, and when it gathers in the sky, it becomes the sun, moon, stars and stars.

It can be called "Majestic Righteousness" in the royal court of the world, full of the sky and the universe, and the palace of clouds all over the world.

Strands of golden light become silk, flowing like a stream and spreading across Kyushu.

Arrive directly at: [Wuyue Academy], [Shenjing Wudi Palace].

(End of this chapter)