This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 91 Empathy (first order)

After entering the palace, Lu Yuanzhi really felt the vastness of the palace.

The hall is divided into two floors, and the one who just entered is the first floor.

Lu Yuanzhi looked around, and a smell of books came to his nostrils.

What came into view was two rows of huge portraits, three in a row, six in total.

He stared intently at it, and the first one on the left looked like a middle-aged man holding a scroll, with vast eyes, gazing into the distance.

Lu Yuanzhi couldn't help but marvel at the skill of the sculptor.

Just by looking at it, he could feel the breath of concern for the country and the people coming from the deep breath of this portrait.

Those eyes looking into the distance can infect the people who are watching.

Lu Yuanzhi was astonished by the resentment that came from deep in his heart. He never thought that one day he would be emotionally aroused by a statue.

"This is?"

Lu Yuanzhi looked at Hai Wuyang in astonishment.

Hai Wuyang looked at his elder brother with a smile on his face, and explained:

"The sculptures of the sages who went to the temple were carved by Wen Yuan, a master sculptor in the previous dynasty."

"In order to carve these six sculptures, Master Wen traveled all over the five lakes, traveled all over the world, and traveled all over the world. Only then did he gather the charm of the six sages and carve these six statues that are comparable to their real bodies."

When Lu Yuanzhi heard this, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

It turned out to be the case.

Well, he wasn't really interested at all.

He looked up at the statues, and indeed each one had its own character.

"Written masters are really uncanny craftsmen."

"This first statue is the great Confucian king Yasheng thousands of years ago. He put forward the theory of the unity of man and nature, which promoted the prosperity of Confucianism for thousands of years. It can be said that Confucianism and Taoism began with Confucian saints, but flourished in Wang Yasheng."

Hai Wuyang naturally introduced these things to his uneducated elder brother.

Lu Yuanzhi's mouth twitched slightly as he looked at this concern for the country and the people.

Understood, Dong Zhongshu.

On the surface, of course, he still wanted to praise. After a few words of praise, he continued to walk forward and walked to the second statue.

The second statue looks more like a farmer, standing there with a straw hat on his back and a handful of heads on his back.

Holding a book in hand.

This old farmer with a smile on his face seems to make people feel close to him.

"This is the eldest disciple of the Confucian sage. He was originally a farmer, and he followed the Confucian sage for half his life..."

Seeing Lu Yuanzhi's eyes fall on the old farmer, Hai Wuyang subconsciously began to explain to him.

Lu Yuanzhi didn't like to listen to such lectures at all, and he didn't have any respect for these statues in his heart, so he asked Hai Wuyang through these statues after asking a few words casually.

After passing through these statues, a staircase appeared in front of Lu Yuanzhi.

"What's up here?" Lu Yuanzhi looked at the plum red staircase entrance and asked.

Hai Wuyang followed Lu Yuanzhi slowly, and after following up, he flashed a trace of seriousness and said:

"The person enshrined upstairs is naturally my Confucian saint."

"Oh?" A trace of curiosity flashed across Lu Yuanzhi's face.

Confucian saints do not have names in this world, they are called Confucian saints.

This is something that Lu Yuanzhi has always been curious about.

The Confucian sage in my previous life was named Confucius, he had a first name and a surname, and he was very famous, even if he was abroad, he was known by many people.

Then why does this famous Confucian saint not even have a name?
Of course, this matter was not too important to him, so he walked up the stairs slowly.

The two came to the second floor.

Compared with the first floor, Lu Yuanzhi originally thought that the decoration on the second floor was more luxurious, but what caught him off guard was that what he saw when he first arrived upstairs was extremely simple decoration.

Especially the statue that looks ordinary.

"Is this a statue of a Confucian saint?"

Lu Yuan looked surprised.

Looking at the statue carefully, the statue of the Confucian sage is simply an ordinary old man with a dull expression on his face.

If I didn't look carefully, I thought it was a beggar from anywhere...

"I am a Confucian saint who does not stick to one pattern. This statue was carved by the old man himself."

Hai Wuyang looked at the statue with a look of respect on his face.

He respectfully came to the front of the Confucian sage statue and bowed seriously.

"Hai Quchen, a later student, has met Confucian saints."

Lu Yuanzhi didn't have any resistance to Hai Wuyang's pious approach.

Everyone must have faith in their own hearts.

He never laughed at those who had faith in their hearts.

He wanted to see the statue of the Confucian sage at a close distance, but found that he couldn't get any closer when he was about five steps in front of the statue of the Confucian sage.

It was as if a layer of invisible membrane was blocking him.

what.

A look of surprise appeared on Lu Yuanzhi's face.

How is this going?

"Don't go any further. The statue of the Confucian saint is surrounded by the formations set up by the Confucian saint. If you want to get close to the statue, you must empathize with the statue."

Hai Wuhai's voice sounded.

"Empathy?"

Lu Yuanzhi looked strange after hearing this.

How to empathize with a statue?

He continued to walk forward with some disbelief, but found that he couldn't get out no matter what.

yo?

How could Lu Yuanzhi think that he, a big boss who was in the God Realm, would be baffled five steps away by a statue?

He lifted the qi in his chest, and the qi filled his whole body in an instant, subconsciously feeling as if his whole body was full of strength that could lift the sun up.

but……

A foot that can't get out still can't get out.

Ouch Woj.

Lu Yuanzhi was defeated by a statue.

He put away the Qi machine on his body, a trace of frustration flashed across his face.

"Don't say it's you, even when Jixuan broke through to the third-rank Mang...Wufu, if he wanted to use his strength to break through, he just moved from the fifth step to the third step. The remaining two steps are like a ladder to the sky."

Hai Wuyang gave his elder brother science popularization with a blank face.

uh-huh?

Lu Yuanzhi's face was startled, "Mr. Ji came here personally and didn't pass?!"

its not right? !

Why did Duke Ji force his way in?
Hai Wuyang slightly frowned at the word "Ji Gong" in Lu Yuanzhi's mouth.

But he didn't think too much about it for the time being, he just twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth and said:

"It is rumored that there is a great opportunity in the statue of Confucian saints."

"What chance?"

Lu Yuanzhi followed closely behind.

"how could I know?"

The corner of Hai Wuyang's mouth twitched and said:

"No one can break through this formation without empathizing with the statue."

"Who else can break through the formation that Ji Gong can't break?"

Lu Yuanzhi was quite speechless.

"Empathy is fine." Hai Wuyang took it for granted.

"How do you empathize with a statue?"

Lu Yuanzhi feels that the word empathy is nonsense.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are inseparable.

Let alone with a statue?
"No, that sign."

Hai Wuyang pointed to a wooden sign standing next to the statue.

Only then did Lu Yuanzhi look away.

I saw two words written on the top of the wooden sign.

【Gentleman】

This?
What do the short words mean?
Lu Yuan looked at Hai Wuyang suspiciously.

Hai Wuyang said expressionlessly:

"What are you looking at me for? If I know how to do it, it won't be your turn to see this statue of Confucian saints."

This answer is very arrogant.

amount……

Lu Yuanzhi couldn't help twitching the corner of his mouth.

It makes sense. .

(End of this chapter)