All the false prophecies I made have come true?

It became less leisurely, but began to gradually gain strength.

The strings of the violin slammed, and between the setbacks, it seemed to arouse the blood in people's hearts.

And when Lu Yunshen was placed in it, he was even more surprised to find that...

This kind of rhythm seems to faintly match the heaven and the earth!

"The Master said: A gentleman should serve his roots, and he should be born from the foundation of the Tao!"

"The Master said, "Scholars must be courageous! There is a long way to go!"

This sonorous and powerful voice completely shattered the previous ethereal and ethereal spirit, and began to rapidly evolve in a majestic and magnificent direction!

And in the scroll of bamboo slips in the night sky, Confucius sitting in front of the Xingtan altar with Xiange is no longer, and the towering giant tree has disappeared...

At this time, Confucius was walking through the jungle with his disciples.

Although he did not play the qin in the scroll, the sound of the qin did not stop.

Those chanting voices did not stop.

The sound of recitation is gradually evolving towards a vigorous trend, and it has not stopped.

More and more disciples followed in the footsteps of Confucius.

As the number of disciples increased, they seemed to have gone through four seasons in the forest within the scroll.

The dense jungle quickly withered under walking, and then covered with a layer of silver.

It seems that spring, summer, autumn and winter have passed in a few steps.

This picture is so amazing that it makes many people marvel at it!

When silver lights up this night sky...

It seems that the air above the Confucian Temple has dropped a few degrees at this moment.

"The Master said: The year is cold, then know that the pines and cypresses will wither later!"

Because there are more and more disciples behind him, the sound of chanting is becoming more and more powerful and heavy.

At this time, Confucius and his disciples passed through the silver-covered forest, but it was midsummer again, and what they saw was a rushing and magnificent river.

The sound of the surging river is like the real Yellow River on the top of the head, it seems to be rushing down from the sky!

"The Master said: The dead are like husbands! Never give up day and night!

"

A disciple stepped into the team from outside the picture scroll.

That team is getting bigger and bigger.

Those disciples were dressed differently, had different steps, and even had a huge difference in age.

Although they can't see their faces clearly, they all have an indescribable righteousness!

As their footsteps kept going, the sound of the piano lingering in the night sky also became more rapid and magnificent!Like the joy of the sky!

From the beginning of a single sound, it seems that there are more and more sounds mixed.

The momentum is incomparably huge and surging, it seems to be surging like a surging river!

Such a spirit of swallowing mountains and rivers, it is heart-warming!

It makes countless people's heartbeats seem to be rhythmic with the high-pitched and majestic rhythm of the piano!

Behind Confucius in the volume...

Has kept up with the mighty crowd.

At this moment, the sound of chanting is also very majestic, and the breath runs through the rainbow!

It seems to be ordering the world, as if to change the rules!

"Son must be four! Mother will, mother will, mother solid, mother me!"

"Son is silent! Strange, force, chaos, god!"

This voice resounded through the sky above the Confucius Temple like a bell, and it was in harmony with the sound of the high-pitched qin. It seemed to be writing a reason for this world!

The cracked rocks and clouds are like thunder!

At this time, Lu Yun could feel more and more that the world here is undergoing great changes!

Something seems to be being pulled out of the air...

It was a mysterious aura that was difficult to capture. Although Lu Yun was difficult to discern, he could feel that there was something between heaven and earth that resonated with these words and rhythms!

Amidst such majestic chants, in the scroll of tablets in the night sky, Confucius returned under the towering giant tree with three thousand disciples, 72 sages.

At this moment, it seems that the years have not changed, it seems that time has remained in this moment for eternity.

as it was when it all started...

It seems to be a reincarnation, and it seems to be some kind of long-cherished wish.

Confucius still sat on the apricot altar and played the qin, but the sound of the qin was agitated, no longer as leisurely as before.

The disciples were still sitting on the lawn, chanting solemnly and sitting upright.

At this time, the chanting sound was extremely powerful!

Like a thunderbolt, it spreads all over the earth!

Resounds through Shenzhou!

"The gentleman is the third: the benevolent is not worried! The knowledgeable is not confused! The brave is not afraid!"

"Tian Xingjian! The gentleman strives for self-improvement! The terrain is kun! The gentleman carries his virtues!

"

"The Master said: Hear the Tao in the morning! You can die in the evening!

"

The sonorous and powerful rhythm stopped abruptly at this moment, and the sound of recitation also stopped in an instant.

The four words "Xi Di is OK" still seem to reverberate in the air.

At this time, people seem to be able to see some of Confucius' expressions clearly.

He looked at his students with a smile, and seemed to have read through the scroll and looked at this world.

The ease in his smile was like a cat lying lazily on a swing in the sunset.

It seems that he is very satisfied with the students, and it seems that he is very satisfied with the world.

Looking at this scene, Lu Yun was speechless.

Is this a ray of Confucius' soul looking at the world! ?

He must be very pleased, right?

At the same time, Lu Yun couldn't help but think of Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng watched the world for 2000 years before he ascended to leave.

He entered the Dao with the red dust of the world...

Should he also have such feelings for the human world?

Lu Yun's mood at this moment is extremely complicated.

Was the last two sentences recited by the disciples the most exciting feeling in his heart when he wrote this bamboo slip?

People don't have the experience of Lu Yun, so naturally they can't think of many things.

Just what they have seen in the past ten minutes is enough for them to digest for a long time.

This seems to condense too much, and people will have a lot of aftertastes.

The shock brought by the sonorous sound of the piano, even when it stopped, still made people feel that the scalp was numb and the heartbeat was extremely fast.

However, at this time...

Boom-!

All I heard was a sudden bang!

People were startled, and looked again in the direction of the voice in the sky.

That loud noise is like a bell ringing, and it seems like mountains and rivers are collapsing, like cutting off a big river, wandering from ancient times!

Lu Yun only felt that the meridians all over his body were shaking with it, and his eyes were full of amazement...

He and the others raised their heads and looked into the sky in amazement.

I saw a door that seemed to be invisible to ordinary people, and it burst open in the sky!

It seems that there is infinite literary energy pouring out from behind the door!

Like a real torrential river falling from the sky!

Floating to all corners of the country, it is going to cover the whole of China!

Seeing this scene, Lu Yun only felt a bang in his brain!

"I see!

! ”

"This preaching...is not just preaching!

"

No wonder I thought that the sound of the piano seemed to be the harmony of heaven and earth!

No wonder I felt that the heavens and the earth were resonating with the scroll!

At this time, Lu Yun's heart was extremely complicated.

Gratitude, shock, and surprise were all mixed together.

He understands...

This countless literary spirit is a great gift left by Confucius for future generations!

He used the handed down classics accumulated in his life, and transformed countless heaven and earth qi into literary qi with the means of reaching the sky!

Accumulated at this moment, it erupted over Qufu!

This is the gift Confucius left for the people of the world!

For a time, Lu Yun's palm trembled a little because of this complicated emotion.

Why teach without distinction! ?

This is teaching without class!

Only a virtuous gentleman can receive this gift!

It does not belong to a single person, but belongs to the entire China!

Thinking of this, Lu Yun was a little stunned.

He seemed to have suddenly returned to that high summer in BC.

He sat opposite Confucius himself.

Looking at his old face, the smile on his face as he wrote that piece of bamboo slip.

At this time, Lu Yun suddenly understood—

His smile is an infinite expectation for future generations!

This great gift is given to the country of gentlemen!

For a while, goosebumps swelled up from his body.

He was stiff for a long time, and finally a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Then, he faced the sky and gave a deep salute.

Not just Lu Yun...

At this moment, countless people are doing the same action.