Sword comes

Chapter 407

Going to the Da Sui Capital Confucian Temple to ask for a piece of literary luck involved Chen Pingan's spiritual practice, but Mao Xiaodong didn't rush to take Chen Pingan straight to the Confucian Temple, but took Chen Pingan slowly and chatting.

Along the way, Mao Xiaodong asked Chen Pingan about many anecdotes during his travels. Chen Pingan traveled far away twice, but most of them were in deep mountains, forests and beside rivers. Ping An Shun talked about his good friend Xu Yuanxia, ​​who seemed rough but was actually quite talented, the bearded hero Xu Yuanxia.

This man who left the army back then, in addition to recording the landscapes of various places, he can also paint the ancient wooden buildings of various countries with fine brushwork. Mao Xiaodong said that this Xu chivalrous man can come to the academy as a nominal teacher and give lectures to the students of the academy. Let's talk about it. Those mountains and rivers are magnificent and full of talents, and the academy can even open up a room for him to hang his hand-painted manuscripts.

Chen Pingan promised Mao Xiaodong to send a letter to Xu Yuanxia who had already returned to his hometown, inviting him to visit the Dasui Shanya Academy.

The Confucian Temple in the capital city with the largest scale and the highest etiquette in the Sui Dynasty was located in the northwest, so the two of them had to go through half of the capital city when they set off from Donghua Mountain. There is a small restaurant in the area, but the business is not deserted, the wine is not afraid of the alley, and the rice wine brewed by the restaurant is very knowledgable.

Mao Xiaodong said that every time the owner makes wine, in addition to the glutinous rice that the owner will inevitably select, he will also take his son out of the city to the Songfeng Spring sixty miles away from the capital to fetch water. , Only then did this rice wine that good drinkers in the capital would not stop drinking be brewed.

When Chen Ping left the tavern, he bought a large jar of rice wine, and when he arrived at the uninhabited alley, he carefully poured it into the bottomed-out Yangjian gourd, and then put the empty jar among the things within his reach.

There are "all kinds of wonders" in the things that are close at hand.

Clothes and books, copywriting and confession, pots and pans, hatchet and needlework, herbs and flint, all bits and pieces.

Seeing Chen Ping put away the worthless empty wine jar, Mao Xiaodong reminded: "Accumulate a little to make a lot, and it is a good thing to gather sand to form a tower, but don't get into the horns and find fault with everything, otherwise it will be difficult to be clear and clear, or Work hard, although the muscles and bones are strong, but the mind has long been haggard."

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Remember it."

Mao Xiaodong stroked his beard and smiled.

In fact, the one who is critical is that he, senior brother Mao, is nothing more than that, if he doesn't put on airs with Chen Pingan, how can he show his dignity as a senior brother? On the body, it is not right to make up for it.

After walking for nearly half an hour, they had already arrived at the sacred place in the hearts of all Sui local students, the Confucian Temple in Beijing.

The Confucian temples are scattered all over the Haoran world, dotted all over the world, like the lights of the cultural movement on the earth, shining on the world.

Unless it is some too remote place, the smallest counties need to build Wenwu Temple as a rule, and all the county guards and county magistrates need to go to the Confucian Temple to pay homage to the saints after they take office, and then go to the Wu Temple to pay homage to the heroic spirits.

So even if the small town where Chen Pingan grew up in the Lizhu Cave was closed and blocked, after it was broken and fell, and took root in the Dali territory, the first major event was that the Dali court asked the first county magistrate Wu Yuan to start immediately. Prepare the site selection for the Wenwu Temple.

Mao Xiaodong stood outside the Confucian Temple, and Chen Pingan stood side by side with the old man.

Mao Xiaodong asked: "Drinking rice wine before, but now visiting the Confucian Temple, do you have any experience?"

Chen Pingan replied: "The above-mentioned high-quality glutinous rice is used to make wine, and there is an endless stream of people buying wine. It can be seen that the people in the capital have a lot of money to spare, not to mention food and clothing. As for this Confucian Temple, I haven't seen anything yet."

Chen Ping got half of the answers correct, Mao Xiaodong nodded, but this time it really wasn't Mao Xiaodong playing tricks, and pointed out to Chen Ping:

"There is no movement over there, which means that those guys living in the mud in the Confucian Temple of the Sui Dynasty are not optimistic about your literary fortune, Chen Ping'an."

Speaking of this, Mao Xiaodong was a little sarcastic, "Probably because he has been incensed for hundreds of years, his eyesight is not good."

Mao Xiaodong continued: "Scholar traveling, with a pious mind, visits the Confucian Temple. If you are someone who is rich in literary fortune, the gods in the Confucian Temple will feel it, and quietly divide some of the literary fortune that will increase your literary talent as a gift. The so-called brilliant pens in the world make flowers come true. , Articles are made naturally, when writing, it is like ghosts and gods helping each other under the wrist, this is the reason, but what the sages and gods of the Confucian Temple can do is just icing on the cake, in the final analysis, it is the scholar's own skill."

"Those who are willing to do these small actions are mostly done by the incense gods who have become gods in their own countries. The Confucian temples in the capital cities of various countries enshrine the most holy teachers and 72 sages who accompany them. They are just clay statues. Of course, there are no absolutes. With very few exceptions, the Confucian temples in the capitals of Haoran's nine dynasties often have a great sage sitting in them."

Hearing this, Chen Pingan asked softly: "Now in the south of Aquarius Continent, there are rumors that Dali is already the tenth dynasty."

Mao Xiaodong smiled and said, "We'll talk about this after all the new five mountains of Dali appear. Right now, there's only one northern mountain, Piyun Mountain. It's still justifiable, it's too early."

Mao Xiaodong walked forward, "Let's go, let's go meet the saints of the Confucian Temple where the strength of the Great Sui Dynasty is."

Chen Pingan followed behind.

The Confucian Temple occupies a huge area, and there are many literati, men and women who come here, but it doesn't seem crowded.

But when Chen Pingan followed Mao Xiaodong to the main hall of the Confucian Temple, he found that there was no one around.

It seems that the Confucian Temple Temple Zhu has been instructed to temporarily prohibit tourists and pilgrims from approaching this hall where the front hall is dedicated to the world and the back hall is dedicated to the saints of a country.

The compound is silent, with towering ancient trees.

An old Confucian scholar with big sleeves and a high crown, with a long sword hanging from his waist, appeared in the world with a golden body, walked out of a clay statue of a god in the apse, crossed the threshold, and walked into the courtyard.

Mao Xiaodong bowed to each other and bowed to this famous civil official in the history books of the Great Sui Dynasty.

Before entering this courtyard, Mao Xiaodong had already told Chen Pingan about several deities of the Confucian Temple in the capital who are still "alive", their life and context, and their great achievements in their respective dynasties.

The Confucian Temple God in front of me is named Yuan Gaofeng, one of the founding heroes of the Sui Dynasty, and a Confucian general with outstanding military exploits. He abandoned his pen and joined the army. , as the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, awarded the title of Bachelor of Wuyingdian University, worked hard, made outstanding achievements, and was posthumously named Wenzheng after his death.The Yuan family is still the top tycoon in the Sui Dynasty, and there are many talented people. The current Yuan family head, once served as the minister of the Ministry of punishment, and resigned due to illness.

Yuan Gaofeng himself was also the first official to be given the posthumous title of Wenzheng by the emperor himself since the founding of the Sui Dynasty.

Yuan Gaofeng asked: "I don't know why Mao Shanzhu came here?"

Mao Xiaodong asked rhetorically, "Ask knowingly."

Yuan Gaofeng's expression remained the same, "May I ask Master Mao Shan to speak clearly."

Mao Xiaodong said slowly: "I want to take a piece of Wen Yun from your Confucian Temple, and borrow another. Among the ritual utensils and sacrificial utensils of the Confucian Temple, I will probably temporarily take away the 矷 and a set of chimes, and one each of the 簠 and the gui. , two candlesticks, this is what our Shanya Academy should have had, and the big blue and white pot that you later moved from the local Confucian Temple and was built by Yushi Yan Qingguang, which is borrowed from your Confucian Temple Yes. In addition to the cultural luck contained in it, the artifact itself will of course be returned to you in full."

Yuan Gaofeng asked: "Why don't you Mao Xiaodong snatch it?"

Sure enough, he was born as a Confucian general, straight-forward and unambiguous.

Mao Xiaodong smiled and said, "If I can snatch it, I won't

I'm being polite to you. "

Yuan Gaofeng sarcastically said: "You know it too. Listening to your straight-to-the-point words and your tone of voice, I thought you, Mao Xiaodong, were already the sages of the Academy in the Jade Realm."

Yuan Gaofeng then said: "But the Jade Raw Realm doesn't seem to be enough. You, Mao Xiaodong, can only succeed if you can move the entire Donghua Mountain to the Confucian Temple. Insufficient realm is a difficulty. You can move the mountains and Donghua with immortals. Mountain Wenyun is another difficulty, and it is even more difficult, it is really difficult for you, Mao Da Shanzhu."

Mao Xiaodong looked around and said with a chuckle, "How can we move it? The mountain is bigger than the temple. Could it be that it was smashed down all at once and covered the Confucian Temple, the top-ranked Confucian Temple in the Sui Dynasty? Wouldn't it be destroyed at once?"

Yuan Gaofeng said sternly: "Mao Xiaodong, don't play business tricks on me here. If you want me, Yuan Gaofeng, to accompany you to bargain here, you don't have to be shameless. I'm still afraid of insulting the bottom line of the Confucian Temple. You know it all."

Mao Xiaodong didn't realize it.

However, Chen Pingan felt a majestic righteousness, indistinctly, there were strips of colorful streamers, gathering and dispersing wandering, almost showing signs of being solid.

Chen Pingan's true qi flowed stagnantly, and the water mansion that warmed up the water-printed natal object involuntarily closed the door, and the children in green clothes born from the essence of water transportation inside were trembling.

Mao Xiaodong didn't take any action to stop Yuan Gaofeng's deliberate demonstration, leaving behind Chen Pingan alone to bear the suppression of this strong cultural movement.

Mao Xiaodong stretched out his palm and pointed to the main hall, "Let's go to the back hall to discuss in detail."

Yuan Gaofeng hesitated for a moment and agreed.

Mao Xiaodong asked Chen Pingan to visit the front hall, but he didn't need to go to the back hall.

After Mao Xiaodong and Yuan Gaofeng stepped into the apse, several golden gods walked out of the clay statues.

Chen Pingan walked slowly in the solemn and solemn front hall. This was the first time Chen Pingan entered the main hall of the Confucian Temple in the capital of a country. He should have gone to see it. Later, in the capital of Qingluan Kingdom, Chen Pingan did not have the opportunity to visit due to the prevailing debate on Buddhism and Taoism at that time.As for the capital city of Nanyuan Kingdom in the Ouhua Blessed Land, there is no Confucian temple dedicated to the 72 sages.

No matter how far you go, no matter how detailed you look, you will eventually miss one way or another, and it is impossible to really see the whole scenery.

Time passed, approaching dusk, Chen Ping'an was alone, barely made any footsteps, and had already seen the statue of the front hall twice. Previously, he was more or less in contact with the gods in the immortal book Shan Hai Zhi, the pens of literati from various countries, and prose travel notes. The life stories of these "sages" who accompanied the Confucian Temple are difficult for ordinary people to understand. Even the master of the 72 Academy is used to calling them saints. Why do these great scholars with great knowledge and great merits Saints are only named by the Confucian orthodoxy with the word "Xian". You must know that there are many academies, compared with the rarer gentlemen, there are not a few sages.

Mao Xiaodong returned from the apse, and Chen Pingan found that the old man's face was not very good-looking.

In the Confucian Temple, Chen Pingan didn't ask much.

After the two walked out of the Confucian Temple, Mao Xiaodong took the initiative to say: "Everyone is a hard-nosed rooster. It's really hard to talk."

Chen Pingan nodded.

Mao Xiaodong raised his head and looked at the sky, "Zhengda Guangming finished his visit to the Confucian Temple, and we will have dinner later, and then we will take advantage of the darkness to try our luck at the other places where cultural movement gathers, and then we will not delay Hurry up, make a quick decision, and strive to return to the Academy before the cock crows tomorrow morning, as for the Confucian Temple, we must not let them be so stingy, and we will come here every day from now on."

After the two crossed two streets, they found a restaurant nearby. Before waiting for the food to be served, Mao Xiaodong told Chen Pingan in his heartfelt voice, "The atmosphere in the Confucian Temple is not right. I can understand why Yuan Gaofeng is so unkind, but the other two A great Sui literary sage who is following the lead today and waving the banner for Yuan Gaofeng, has always been known in history for his gentle temperament, so he shouldn't be so tough."

Chen Pingan poured two bowls of rice wine from Yangjian Gourd, and asked, "Could it be that Yuan Gaofeng is actually using this method to remind us that the gods of the Confucian Temple in the capital must have seen the current undercurrent of the Sui Dynasty?" In their eyes, it's just that the palms of the hands and the back of the hands are full of flesh, and it also involves the Gao clan Guozuo and Wenyun of the Sui Dynasty. It is difficult for them to make a decision, so they have to stand by and watch, but they don't want to watch us being kept in the dark and ruining Donghua Mountain. The cultural background of the academy, so deliberately show people a black face, and use words and deeds that are against common sense, asking us to be careful of the situation outside the Confucian Temple."

Mao Xiaodong was a little relieved, smiled and said, "That's right."

Mao Xiaodong looked out of the window of the restaurant, and said, "I thought that the bait we threw into the water, the other party should observe more, or send some small fish and shrimps to take a few bites at night when there are few people. Unexpectedly, it was not dark yet, not far from the Confucian Temple, and the streets were bustling with pedestrians, so they immediately resorted to their trump card, frantic. When did the literati of the Sui Dynasty become so decisive?"

Chen Pingan drank the bowl of fragrant rice wine slowly.

Mao Xiaodong smiled and asked, "Not nervous at all."

Chen Ping put down his wine bowl and said, "To tell you the truth, Mao Shanzhu, I have fought and killed a lot, and I have seen some things in the world."

Mao Xiaodong asked again, "How big is the world?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while, and said frankly: "I have beaten a Yuanying Laojiao who lives in Xiaotiandi in Jiaolonggou, carried the sword of the boss sword fairy in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and survived a monk who swallowed a sword boat with his own magic weapon in the Ascension Realm. one strike."

Mao Xiaodong laughed heartily.

Chen Pingan suppressed a smile, and added a sycophant, "I even had a drink at the same table with Mao Shanzhu."

Mao Xiaodong quickly picked up the big white bowl, "The ones in front don't say anything, but the ones in the back have to drink a big bowl of wine."

Chen Pingan finished drinking the wine in the bowl, and suddenly asked: "Can you check the approximate number of people and cultivation?"

Mao Xiaodong nodded and said: "I've been wandering around with Xiaobaoping for the past few years, but actually I have some plans and have been trying to accomplish one thing. I won't mention what it is, anyway, it's within a thousand feet of me. I am very clear about the Qi trainers below the upper five realms and the pure martial arts below the nine realms. These five assassins, one Jindan Sword Cultivator of the Ninth Realm, one warrior Longmen Realm cultivator, and one Longmen Realm Formation Master, traveled far away. There is only one martial artist in the realm, and there is only one martial artist in the golden body."

Chen Pingan said helplessly: "I may not be able to help much."

Mao Xiaodong stood up with a smile, took out the Amulet of the Day and Night Traveling God from his sleeve, and handed it back to Chen Pingan who followed him, and said with a smile in his heart: "There is no reason for a senior brother to squander his belongings, put it away."

Chen Ping hesitated.

Mao Xiaodong asked with a smile: "Why, I feel that the enemy is approaching menacingly. Is it because I, Mao Xiaodong, am too conceited to forget what I said before. As long as there are no monks in the Jade Raw Realm to help them hold the line, I can handle it all."

Chen Ping frowned and said, "What if there is?"

Mao Xiaodong smiled, "Then I'm more at ease. Appearing here, I can't kill me, and at the same time, it proves that there is no backhand or killer move planted by them in the academy."

Taking advantage of the fact that Mao Xiaodong has no signs of making a move for the time being.

Chen Pingan silently poured another bowl of wine.

Mao Xiaodong asked curiously, "Why?"

Chen Ping'an was drinking wine with his head down, "Like Zhu Lian, drink fine wine."

Mao Xiaodong scolded with a smile: "Good boy, you've been waiting impatiently for a cultivator in the Jade Raw Realm to appear here, right?"

Chen Pingan smiled slightly.

Mao Xiaodong glanced at the jade hairpin, but didn't speak.