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Chapter 282 Twelve righteous men take photos of Danqing, shining through the ages "Song of Righteousness" (ask for a monthly ticket)
Dongyue Taishan, Wuyue Academy.

Huifeng is smooth, and the grass grows and the warbler flies.

In the place where the ancient king enshrined Zen, there is an antique small building standing quietly.

The low wall made of earth and stone is covered with flowers and plants, lush and green, and there is the sound of reading in the courtyard.

Across the courtyard wall, you can see the doors and windows on the first floor of the small building are wide open, and you can vaguely see a fox dressed as a teacher standing up, slapping the blackboard with round and thick paws, shaking his big furry tail, uttering words and covering his body with golden light .

The students in the audience shook their heads, and the noon sun fell on their faces, casting out more than a dozen shadows of various shapes.

There are people, chickens, cats, dogs, and some small wild animals that are common in the mountains, all dressed in loose scholar clothes, reading in style.

Mr. Fox nodded in satisfaction, and was about to go to the courtyard to fetch water. After resting for a while, strands of golden threads came straight into the house, and a mighty aura rose up, transpiring between the heaven and the earth, revealing the shapes of mountains, rivers, sun, moon, morning stars and other things.

"Hu Sheng!"

Suddenly someone called anxiously, interrupting the sound of reading.

Under the sun, beside the wide open wooden door, there was an extra figure at some point.

His waist is straight, his face is clear and handsome, his stature is quite tall, a little thin, and his pine-like frame supports the Ye Qing's wife's uniform.

Looking at his face, he may be about forty years old. It can be seen that his temples are gray and his eyes are like deep pools. It is clear that his age is not as simple as it looks on the face.

"Master Han."

A room of students got up one after another, and bowed their hands respectfully to this legendary card maker who was famous in Kyushu.

"Please get up."

The master known as Master Han turned around upon hearing the sound, facing the room of hairy heads, and earnestly returned the salute.

Then he turned his head to look at Mrs. Fox, his deep pool-like pupils fluctuated: "Hu Sheng, did you hear that?"

"what?"

Mr. Fox asked, with a faint "slowness" that belonged to Kaling.

"Someone is reading poetry."

Master Han replied, and turned his head to look to the southwest, which is also the direction where Qingshan is.

"One breath, one hundred breaths, light suppresses evil spirits."

"So bold, so ambitious."

"Is he trying to 'prove and become holy'?"

Master Han pondered for a while, his eyes trembling slightly: "Go and ring the Chaowen bell and ask the disciples to recite poems with me. You must put all your energy into it, and don't begrudge the [Preaching] card. The farther the message, the better."

After finishing speaking, he flicked his sleeve robe, turned around to the courtyard, walked and sang: "Heaven and earth have righteous energy, mixed with manifolds. The lower part is the river and the mountains, and the upper part is the sun and stars. To people, it is called Haoran, and it is full of vitality. ..."

[Huanglu should be Qingyi, Hanhe Tu Mingting. 】

[I will see you when the season is poor, and you will see the pictures one by one. 】

Awe-inspiring and majestic, passed down the Ming court in a prosperous age, became a righteous man in a chaotic time, and made a heroic deed...

"cough!"

After writing the fifth sentence, Ji Nian had a severe headache, his throat was dry and itchy, and he couldn't help coughing heavily.

This cough seemed to take all the energy out of his whole body, a steel awl was hanging on his temples, beating non-stop for a moment, and his heart was beating like a drum.

Boom!Boom! !Boom! ! !

It seems that it will burst into bloom or stop beating in the next moment.

Ji Nian shook his head, drank a bottle of spiritual potion in the air, forcibly cheered up, and said "in".

Between the virtual and the real, the Eka pen with a faint silver color actually emits a faint "creak" sound that cannot be overwhelmed.

There are no more waves in the vast sea of ​​consciousness, and the intense consumption in a short period of time has almost dried up Ji Nian's mental power.

Just when he was thinking about his words and was about to give up, there was a sudden burst of softness and coolness from his wrist. In the middle of the sea of ​​knowledge, the internet-addicted girl put on the classic gray and white scholar's uniform again, and held him with admiration. hand.

"I……"

Before Ji Nian made a sound, the little girl conveyed her literary energy on her own, and Daiyu also distributed most of the aura of plants and trees to relieve the pressure of Ji Nian.

In the writing of "Song of Righteous Qi", no matter whether it is the Yin gods such as Qiye and Baye, or gods such as mountain ghosts and land gods, they can't do much.

Only this "off-version" little girl can help Ji Nian.

There is never any idle time in card making.

Ji Nian raised his hand a little weakly, rubbed the little girl's head, and took a few deep breaths, trying to regain his strength.

"Ugh……"

The hoarse sighs that belong only to middle-aged people spread from the end of the sea of ​​knowledge.

[Guanghua Wenxin·Xie Longchang], this material, which was obtained not long ago, manifested its form at this time, leaned slightly, and bowed to Ji Nian with complicated eyes.

His slightly white lips moved, and he spit out four words. Ji Nian didn't hear what he was saying clearly, but he felt the vigorous literary spirit break in from the center of his brows, and flow in his limbs and bones.

The frail middle-aged man immediately turned around, waved his hands back, and coughed softly.

The infusion of two literary spirits made the state of the year a little better, and he could barely pick up a pen to write, but...

"Heaven and earth have righteous energy, mixed with manifold..."

The very soft chorus sound reached Ji Nian's ears, followed by the sentence "The top is the sun and the stars", which made him sure that someone really sang it somewhere.

Countless golden threads were passed from all over the east, and broke into Ji Nian's eyebrows.

First, it is threaded and pulled into a thread, and then it becomes a trickle, flowing slowly, rushing forward after passing the waterfall, forming a sea current.

The dry Sea of ​​Consciousness filled up again. It was originally a silver-white Sea of ​​Consciousness. At this moment, golden light surged, as if there were golden crows and stars lying in the sea.

There are also masters who risked their realm to fall, tried their best to bypass the cover of "the hidden head and show their tail at the auction", and established a spiritual link with Ji Nian for free.

That is to say, in the following writing, Ji Nian can directly borrow spiritual power from him.

"Do what you have to do."

A slightly deep and hoarse male voice echoed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Ji Nian was startled at first, then frowned slightly, and only nodded emphatically, then dragged his consciousness back to reality.

"Scholar Han made a move."

Among the crowd, Zhou Changqing, an old man in casual clothes, turned his head to look at Wang Jindong.

"Ok?"

The principal was stunned for a moment, and there was still some indelible shock in his eyes.

Writing poems and lyrics depends on talent, and he didn't expect Ji Nian to come up with anything good, just make up a few powerful, uplifting jingles and doggerel, as long as it's not so embarrassing.

But this...

Seeing the golden light and purple air stretching for three thousand miles, Wang Jindong stretched out his hand tremblingly, smoking the old cigarettes one by one, almost burning his hands.

"Qingshan attracts ghosts the most. Since the time of the card master, it has been plagued by evil spirits for hundreds of years."

"Finally, today is the day."

Zhou Changqing turned his head slightly, his eyes full of envy: "You old boy, you are so buried in your ears and eyes, you can still take aim at a real dragon."

"According to the myth of Dajing, shouldn't there be retribution for a butcher like you who has killed a lot of karma? Are we old enough to be lucky?"

The mouth is not forgiving, and the face is full of smiles.

Wang Jindong felt guilty in his heart, but his face was calm, he just hummed and sat there without saying much, sipping his tea from time to time, pretending to be an expert in the world.

The little old man Zhou Changqing really liked his tricks, he licked his smiling face, and asked for the "Book of Giving Apprentices".

Wang Jindong is quite a bit back to basics in this regard. He always believes that becoming a high-level apprentice is like playing a game. The important thing is not the training method, but the "card-drawing posture".

No matter how many lesson plans you make up and how much effort you spend, it’s better to smoke an SSR or a traveling frog. You don’t have to worry about it at ordinary times, and he just thinks about taking off.

Xie Wenyuan, who is far away in the Palace of Five Emperors in Shenjing, deeply agrees.

"Xiao Xie, you are blessed, we are not as good as you."

The stern "young man" embroidered with a black dragon put his fist on his face and looked sideways at the [Dongyou Mirror] that was attached to the pillar.

"The younger generation doesn't have any skills, it's the younger generation who strives for it."

Xie Wenyuan, who had a clear mind and eyes, couldn't hear the meaning of "Hei Di", so he just lowered his head and echoed softly.

"Your junior is not easy. Whether it is the speech of winning the championship, or the Great Wall, setting up gates, and singing songs of righteousness, it is not a day's work."

"But before he won the Qingshan Cup, he didn't reveal a word. Before entering the third year of high school, he pretended to be mediocre for a few years."

"It wasn't until I had a foundation of fame that I slowly rolled it out, and built myself an 'invincible golden body'."

He chuckled softly: "Interesting survival wisdom."

"The nerd surnamed Han has made a move. Once "Song of Righteousness" comes out, those good at reading will be very happy."

"We can't let the good poems and lyrics written by the quasi-Prince of Kyushu become exclusive to some bugs."

""Song of Righteousness" should be passed on to the ears of the common people and reverberate in the mouths of thousands of families."

"Do you want to use the [Evangelist] card?" Xie Wenyuan asked tentatively.

"It's so old, and you still use that old thing." Hei Di yawned lazily, and found out a new Sunflower mobile phone from nowhere, and tapped the screen with the tempered film with his fingers: "I think this thing is very useful."

"Just a few videos can make a lot of people go to Mount Tai to be troubled, make barbecue restaurants earn money that they might not have saved in half their lives in a few days, and make people whose children are about to get married follow the trend to make nursery rhyme videos, with hands like Chicken feet, dig and dig."

"You go to Xia Pangeng and Ma Xiaoguang now, and ask them to arrange the music, Internet celebrities, and push streams."

"As soon as Xiaonian's poems came out, they produced [-] videos for me, pushed them all over the Internet, and became the top trending searches."

"Ah...ah?" Xie Wenyuan was taken aback when he heard the words, and thought to himself, why didn't he understand what this was all about.

Hei Di sighed helplessly, there are not many peaks of the old era like him who are advancing with the times.

It is said that Xie Wenyuan's wisdom is so outstanding. Looking at it now, he doesn't even know how to use the card network.

"It's also useless."

Hei Di shook his head helplessly, and didn't use his mental power to transmit the sound. He just swiped open the phone with one hand, and sent a message to Ma and Xia through WeChat.

After thinking about it for a while, he was still a little uneasy, so he gathered his energy and distracted himself, and traveled around Kyushu in a single thought, until he reached the east.

The magnificent and majestic five-character plaque of [The First Pass of the Great Wall] instantly caught the eye, and the year in a black robe was written on the flat place.

There is righteousness in heaven and earth, and loyalty is transformed into chaos.

[In Qi Taishi Jian, in Jin Donghu's pen. 】

As soon as this sentence came out, all the people who wrote history in Kyushu raised their heads. What is the character of a historian?

Cui Zhu, a senior official of the State of Qi, murdered Duke Zhuang of Qi, and the Taishi wrote truthfully: "Cui Zhu killed his lord" and was granted death. Later, two brothers still recorded the truth and were also executed. The third brother was also the same, Taishi of Jin Dynasty Dong Hu is also a "good history".

Because of its lack of fear of life and death, Huaxia got the word [Historical Facts] from this.

[In Qin Zhang Liangzhu, in Han Su Wu Festival. 】

Zhang Liang has been favored by Han for many generations, and Han was destroyed by Qin, so regardless of life and death, he ordered people to assassinate Qin Shihuang, who was famous all over the world and powerful and powerful, in order to repay the old friendship, this is a kindness;
During the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Su Wu was sent as an envoy to the Xiongnu. Because he vowed not to surrender, he was exiled to the North Sea to herd sheep. For 19 years, he suffered a lot of suffering and humiliation, and his gray hair returned. This is Zhijie.

[For the head of General Yan, for the blood of Ji Shi. 】

Yan Yan, the general of Shu, was defeated by Zhang Fei. Although he died, he did not surrender. He said bluntly: "There are generals who die in my state, but there are no generals who surrender." This is blood and loyalty.

During the reign of Emperor Hui of Jin, the eight kings' rebellious party entered the palace, and Ji Shao, a servant, was killed by the rebel party in order to protect Emperor Hui, and his blood was splashed on Emperor Hui's dragon clothes.After the battle, the palace servants wanted to wipe his blood, but Emperor Hui of Jin, who had always been weak and bullied by the royal family, had red eyes and roared angrily, half wronged and half pained: "This Ji Shi has blood in it, don't wipe it!"

This Emperor Hui had a more famous saying, "Why don't you eat minced meat", and was jokingly called "the idiot emperor" by the people at that time.

"I really don't love you, I'm so tired."

The righteousness of a loyal minister and the heart of a child.The righteousness of China lies in the warmth of this world.

【For Zhang Suiyang teeth】

During the Anshi Rebellion, Zhang Xun, the defender of Suiyang, had his eyes cracked and his teeth chewed to pieces every time he fought. After the defeat, the enemy general asked him, and he only replied, "I want to swallow the traitor, but I can't do it." The enemy general "looked at his teeth, Survivors are no more than three."

More than 1000 years later, a person also shouted on the execution platform, "If you want to kill a thief, you will be powerless to return to heaven. If you die well, please be happy."

The moods of the two times are so similar, the heart of a righteous man, only my love takes off.

【For Yan Chang mountain tongue】

During the Anshi Rebellion, Yan Gaoqing, the prefect of Changshan, launched an army to attack Anlushan. He was defeated and captured. He scolded Anlushan and cut off his tongue.

Facing the head of her little nephew, Yan Zhenqing was distraught, she held her heart in front of others, and picked up a pen behind others, the best Chinese [regular script], using blood instead of ink, even painted and corrected, only hated brother and nephew's loyalty , He insisted on writing the second best [Running Script] in the world: "Manuscript for Sacrifice to Nephew".

"If the thieves don't help, the lonely city will be surrounded. The father traps the son to death, and the nest is overturned." All the words are blood and tears.

After writing here, Ji Nian slowly stopped writing and took a break, his eyes were shimmering and slightly red.

Only this blood and tears, in his "hometown", was used as a wrapping paper for souvenirs in the small area of ​​the four islands.

How hateful!

The sea of ​​spirit is almost surging!

Intense emotions erase exhaustion!
Reluctantly tidying up his mood, Ji Nian continued to write:

[Or it is a Liaodong hat, clearing Li Bingxue. 】

Guan Ning, a famous scholar at the end of the Han Dynasty, despised the imperial court for being stupid, ignored titles and official positions, lived in the mountains and rivers all his life, and did not seek huge profits. This sentiment is better than ice and snow.

[Or as a teacher, ghosts and gods weep heroically. 】

"Yuyou heaven, why are you so thin compared to me."

In the end, it was a rain in the upper valley, which returned the east wind of that year.

The acknowledgment of the two temples of civil and military affairs shows the heart of the old minister, willing to mend the sky with one hand.

What is idealism?Knowing that you can't do it.

Even knowing the number of days and mastering the art of Dunjia, the sky still said "do not do it", and I will repay the three visits with one life, and all "do it".

A true saint too.

[Or to cross the river, generously swallow Hu Jie.Or to strike a thief, the reverse vertical head is broken. 】

At the end of the Jin Dynasty, Wuhu was in disorder, and Zu Ti crossed the river and made an expedition to the north. He hit the oars in the midstream, his eyes were red, and he vowed to restore the Central Plains.

During the reign of Emperor Dezong of the Tang Dynasty, the rebel general Zhu Xi vainly tried to proclaim himself emperor, and called Duan Xiushi to discuss matters. Duan Xiushi slammed Zhu Xi's head with a wat, and his eyes were shattered: "Mad thief, I hate you if you don't kill ten thousand sections, how can you rebel against you?"

Everyone in the world says that China has spirits, and in every troubled times, there will be loyal and righteous people. Only in this way can we have a history of 5000 years.

[It's majestic, fierce and fierce forever! 】

[When it pierces the sun and the moon, life and death are safe! 】

[Diwei depends on it, and Tianzhu depends on it. 】

[The three cardinal principles are actually related to life, and morality is the root. 】

Together with these four sentences, Han Yi, who is ranked ninth among the top ten legendary card makers in the world at Wuyue Academy on Mount Tai, suddenly coughed out a mouthful of blood, and his bones cracked every inch of his body.

But he didn't seem to know the pain, and forced his bloodshot, swollen and stinging eyes to look at the phantom floating in the air.

Historians stick to it, Zhien Quanjie, General Yan, Ji Shi Zhongxue, Zhang Suiyang Teeth, Yan Changshan Tongue...

Sentiment values ​​righteousness and will last forever, so how can you be afraid of head-sinking for the country.

Three times to worry about the world, the two dynasties opened up the hearts of old officials.

It implies the realm that Chinese scholars pursue all their lives, and the righteousness of Kyushu Yanhuang inheritance for five thousand years.

Han Yi slowly stretched out his hand, as if facing a hard-to-find treasure in the world, and lightly touched the flickering bubbles in the picture.

His eyes were dazed, and he was a little absent-minded.

And the writing of the chronology continues.

The bones and blood of the Chinese people contained in the twelve loyal men turned into golden rays of light, and entered the [First Pass of the Great Wall], shining brilliantly.

After the astonishment, Ji Nian turned his pen, and the picture turned straight to the [-] feet wide, four fathoms deep, dirty, short, dilapidated, cold and dark prison cell, focusing on the slightly dimpled cheeks, the tattered linen clothes, the bones standing like skeletons, the two A middle-aged civil servant with eyes as bright as morning stars.

The people off the court were still obsessed with the matter of loyalty, and there were many card masters who tried to write the inscription on the Great Wall instead of the year, and came here just to watch the excitement.

People have two sides, and there are few outright bad people in the world. In China's 5000 years, there are no shortage of people who have little faults and great virtues.

There was such an old man with red eye circles who hadn't come back to his senses yet, when he saw the screen flipped, he immediately hissed in dissatisfaction.

Immediately turning around, Wang Jindong and Zhou Changqing were looking at him jokingly when he turned his head. His old face blushed suddenly, and he was reluctant to leave, so he covered his face and retreated into the woods, poking his head into the poem "written" by Ji Nian, wishing to slap himself both. a mouth.

There are also a few young and energetic card masters who wanted to compare themselves with the "Chief Engineer of the Great Wall" at this time, and they can't wait to stuff their heads into their pants.

Those greedy people sighed one after another, saying that the country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change. A "Song of Righteous Qi" can't change their temperament, but it also dispels their intentions of tricking and plotting.

They didn't have the face to stay here, they just bowed their hands towards Ji Nian's back, and then walked away covering their faces with sleeves.

With the "Song of Righteousness" leading to the righteous yang in the sky, the evil spirits in the gutter will only feel ashamed.

This is the power of the number one evil warding word in the ages!

[Sigh to Yu Yangjiu, Li is also weak.The prisoner of Chu tasseled his crown, and sent the chariot to the poor north.The tripod wok is as sweet as sugar, and it is impossible to ask for it. 】

But at this time, the chronicle has changed its writing style, and it shows that the environment in which Wenxiang lives is harsh.

The rainwater rushes to float up the bed, this is water vapor;

The sludge in the prison is fumigated and smelly, which is rustic;
Sunshine, airtight, this is the sun;
Someone outside the prison made a fire to cook, and deliberately fanned the smoke to encourage the Balrog. This is fire;
The warehouse is full of rotten rice grains, dross, and waste wood, which is rotten gas;
There are as many people in the prison as a cow's hair, the sweat is steaming, and the stench is so bad, this is popularity;

Feces, rotting corpses, and dead rats gathered together, and there was a foul smell.

Only these seven qi are like evil spirits, and the emaciated literati only use "righteous qi" to offset them.

Because of his loyalty, his fame is like floating clouds.The day of the righteous is far away, and the heroism is in the past.

Words are like the tears of gods and ghosts, enough to fill the universe and penetrate gold and stone.

[Wind eaves display books and read, ancient roads illuminate the color. 】

After the last sentence, Ji Nian couldn't hold on any longer, and half leaned against the edge of the Great Wall.

He took a deep breath and prepared to start the [Great Wall Stories Collection].

　To write this chapter, Gai Zi exhausted all his efforts and shed some tears. If you are interested, you can search for the "Manuscript of Sacrifice to Nephew", as well as the allusion of Ji Shizhong's blood, the sense of substitution will be stronger .

　　
　
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