Advise Qingshan

They went up all the way, and finally stopped far in front of the gate of the palace.

In fact, it is a gate, but it is not as grand as many first-time monks think. It is just two pillars, with a plaque floating in the middle, which reads "Donghai Yingzhou Palace", and there are two stone carvings on the left and right, and there is a couplet on it. The second line of "The blue tide rises from the sea" is "the gods live in Yingzhou."

What is the cultural level of this couplet? Yes, it has a bit of penetrating and penetrating momentum, and if you take a closer look, you can probably only reluctantly boast that the writing is strange, and the strokes are not like ordinary people.

Ye Zhuo is not young now, he is no longer the boy he was back then, and he has been in the human world for a long time with a real knowledge like Chen Kezhen, and his aesthetics and taste have made great progress. The last thing to look at at this time is his calligraphy from back then. 21 words came into view, and the embarrassing veins bulged out. He immediately supported his head and said, "My God, what are you writing about?"

He said this in a low voice, it was really amazing, the people around looked at him in unison, and a young man even curled his lips in disdain, "This is the calligraphy of Immortal Chongning, that sect, have you read it?" book you?"

Ye Zhuo thought, "Hey, I'm the one who scolded him, why won't people scold him if he writes like a dog?"

Seeing that he seemed to be arguing, Wen Xing quickly held him down, "Stop messing around. You must absolutely not criticize the actions of Xianjun."

——I scold myself, can that be called criticism!

Ye Zhuo raised his eyebrows and said, "Teacher's words are wrong. It's right and wrong. I just want to leave it to the world to comment. The latter just express their own opinions. How can it be regarded as criticism?"

Wen Xing was supposed to be reasonable at first, and didn't care about these things, but this time he said, "It's fine for others, Xianjun..."

He shook his head and frowned slightly, "Anyway, you always talk about things like this, so I have to make a rule for you."

Ye Zhuo "..."

His eyes widened involuntarily.

——No matter how wild Ye Zhu's imagination was, he never expected that the first rule Wen Xing set for him as a teacher was that he was not allowed to criticize himself.

Although Ye Zhuo wanted to resist at this time, but Wen Xing's hand was on his shoulder, and he couldn't move it away, so he could only bow his head in resentment, pretending to be obedient and clever.

"Okay."

He looked at Wen Xing quietly, and pretended not to care and kicked the stone, "Teacher, you are very... very happy, no, do you respect Xianjun?"

Wen Xing glanced back at him, just about to answer, at this moment, a teacher in the crowd warned his disciples, "Be careful, the door is open."

As soon as he finished speaking, the gate of the Eastern Sea Palace was suddenly opened, and the huge iron and copper gate was slowly opened. There was a flash of inspiration, and everyone was engulfed in it. As far as the eye could see, there was only a vast expanse of whiteness left.Everyone's limbs were surrounded by white light, as if they were drowning, their every move was restrained, and they felt that the surroundings were getting warmer and warmer. After a while, they all fell asleep.

Ye Zhuo opened his eyes again, and saw beautiful mountains and clear waters, surrounded by mountains, a clear pool lying here, flowing water from all directions, the bottom of the pool was as white as warm jade, and the green hills were reflected in it, and there were a few peach blossoms on it, chasing water , dyed with peach fragrance.

Ye Zhuo was lying on the side of the pool, and in the ground where he was pillowed, there were several altars of peach blossom-flavored drunken celestial beings buried.

——It turned out to be Baiyutan.

Ye Zhuo got up calmly, recalling this formation.

This is a treasure trove specially set up for the human race. Of course, he doesn't want anyone to be injured. The ancient palace formation is a big dream. Everyone is in it, and they all form part of the dream. For example, Ye Zhuo is in it. Then he dreamed of Baiyutan, which he missed and loved.And where the dream goes is related to everyone's mind, and the test is hidden in it.

He stood in front of the pool and took a photo, showing a handsome but ordinary face. This was a maze set up to prevent treasure hunting and revenge, so that no one would know anyone.

Looking around, there was no one there. In the dream, he and Wen Xing had obviously been separated.

Ye Zhuo looked at the mountains in front of him, and with a thought, the mountains disappeared suddenly. He walked out, thinking while walking, "Hey, why did I make this to test them?"

Ta Ling said, "It seems to rely on the heart, and conscience."

Ye Zhuo said, "I know this, but how do we get out now?"

It's not his dementia either. The formation of the East China Sea Palace hasn't changed for many years. He has forgotten all about it. He just remembers that he wants to get out of his own dream and get out of other people's dreams. When enough dreams are broken, certain conditions are met. , you can enter the next level, as for the conditions, he is not clear, so there is no fundamental difference between knowing something and knowing nothing.

When he walked out of the mountains, the appearance in front of his eyes suddenly changed. He saw a long street, surrounded by people's voices, hawking and begging for reconciliation, listening to the accent, he seemed to be from Jiang Chuan's generation.Ye Juzhen was facing a shop with bamboo curtains, he raised his hand and opened the curtains, and he saw a huge bookcase, on which were placed countless books, all of which were covered in blue, in an upright style, some easily recognizable. However, the fonts of some books are in the former dynasty.

Ye Zhuo thought, "Am I in that Confucian scholar's dream?"

He walked along those huge bookshelves. These books were either "Governance of the World" and "Shuilu Xiaozhu" on the examination of imperial examinations to rule the country, or "Shangyang Collection" and "Huajian Collection" such as Fu, none of them If you see what Ye Zhu is interested in, I will write a free book.

The shop was a bit deserted, with a dozen or twenty students dressed in scarves surrounding the bookcases, picking and choosing.

One of them asked the boss, "Boss, when will you copy two more copies of "On Multiple Tax Policies"? The students have been waiting for a long time."

"On Multiple Tax Policies" Ye Ju heard about it when he was not a cultivator. Judging from the age of this bookstore, it is probably a long time ago. It is of little value in later generations. There are very few places where this book is stored. It can almost be said It's an orphan.

He thought to himself, "This is still a very old Confucian scholar? But this book was popular, probably more than 3000 years ago."

He was slightly suspicious, but he didn't think too much about it. After all, the language of this book is beautiful and beautiful, and the antithesis is neat. Although it is not a parallel prose, it is also very brilliant. Even if it is not time-sensitive, if the candidates can find it, they will like to read it.

Ye Zhuo looked at the boss intently, and saw that he was grinding ink, wearing Baiding's commoner clothes, and said, "Hurry up, hurry up, when I finish transcribing this book, I will silently say a few times for you."

This boss is not an ordinary person, he writes silently while speaking, the font is correct and beautiful, it is exactly Taige style.

——This room is full of books, it seems that they are all written silently by the boss.

Ye Zhuo was in awe.

He didn't remember the specific details of the formation, but he still knew that the scene in the dream was not created out of thin air, but must have been experienced. He woke up in the bookstore, looked around, and felt that the owner of the bookstore should be the owner of the dream.

So he went forward and knocked on the table, didn't know what to say for a while, just said to the secret code, "The blue tide is rising from the sea?"

The boss raised his eyebrows, "Immortal Su Yingzhou?"

Ye Zhuo stroked his palm.

The boss also seemed to know that it was a dream, so he pushed the pen and ink away, and said without hesitation, "The couplet written by Immortal Chongning is really bad."

Ye Zhuo has met his confidant for a long time, although he has just established the rules, he can't touch him and beat him because of his gentleness, so he immediately agrees, "No, who knows what he is writing nonsense."

The boss laughed.

Ye Zhuo leaned on the counter, flipped through the ancient books he had just finished silently, and asked the boss, "Which sect do you belong to? Can you tell me?"

The boss said, "It's really inconvenient to talk about other sects. I'm afraid of seeking revenge, but my sect is very good. I have no enmity with anyone. I will learn from the Confucian sect."

Ye Zhuo was a little surprised, and immediately said, "I have admired you for a long time, I have no school or sect for the time being, a casual cultivator."

He really didn't expect to meet a Confucian monk

Ye Zhuo is quite familiar with the school of Confucianism, because his neighbor Chen Kezhen is a Confucianist.

Strictly speaking, this sect does not belong to the world of cultivating immortals.

Back then, Guangyu Yuanjun ordered that the group of cultivators should avoid the world, and the monks were afraid of getting involved in ordinary karma, so they refused to have too much contact with the human world, and even the selection of disciples was handed over to the spiritual officials below.Confucianism is doing the opposite, taking the path of being an official in the world, paying attention to worrying about the world's worries, most of the disciples of the sect do not practice immortality, and the only monks are also devoted to the government and are busy worrying It is difficult to win the heir, and there is no time to compete with the monks.

Therefore, this sect has been wearing the hat of a good old man for many years. Whenever the two sects encounter some quarrels such as fights between disciples, they always drag the Confucian sect out to make peace. , babbling, dizzying what the two factions were talking about, they shook hands and made peace inexplicably.

So even if the disciples of this sect are mediocre, the world of cultivating immortals will still be courteous, and if they really meet each other, they will respectfully call them "Hexini professional training sect"

Ye Zhuao asked, "What do you call fellow Taoist?"

The boss smiled at him, "I dare not use my real name. I am afraid that I will steal the opportunity of the fellow daoist and let the fellow daoist think about it. I will impersonate the name of a sect master. You can call me Chen Kezhen."

Ye Zhuo smiled, and said, "That's a coincidence, I don't dare to use my real name, so I pretend to be the owner of the Donghai Yingzhou Palace. Daoist friends, call me Ye Chongning."

The boss glanced at him and said with a smile, "How dare you take a risk."

Ye Zhuao said, "Why don't you dare, could it be that Immortal Chongning can come out and beat me?"

The boss said, "Isn't his disciple here? I'm afraid that his disciples will come out and beat us, so I'll push you out, because I really can't beat us."

They talked nonsense according to the counter, and the topic unconsciously turned back to how to break the formation. Ye Zhuo said, "I guess they are looking for a loophole. It is different from the normal situation. This is your dream. Just think about it." ?”

He intended to remind that, after all, the formation of the Immortal Monarch is exquisite, even if this Confucian scholar has some skills, it is extremely difficult to break the formation. He didn't want the boss to shake his fan and say "small matter."

The next moment, the boss dragged him out of the bookstore, and then those extremely tall wooden roof trusses twisted and receded, the voices of people on the street disappeared, and Ye Zhuo stood where he was, as if he was sitting in a fast-moving vehicle, everything around him was moving rapidly towards him. Afterwards, only chirping birds were left, and the green hills in front of me instantly rose one after another. In the blink of an eye, the branches of ancient trees were crossed, covering the sky and the sun.

Ye Zhuo squinted and looked to the side. The boss was wearing a green robe with a round collar, a white jade crown to tie his hair, a sapphire belt to tie his waist, and a white jade pendant with six-contract spring patterns. It is so short that people's eyes fall on the waist unconsciously. Ye Zhuo looked at it and felt that the waist was extremely thin, almost like a woman.

In fact, not only the waist, but the whole body of this man is a little smaller than that of ordinary men. Although his stature is not low, he gives people a feeling of sickness and premature death, and the weakness of premature death.

——However, with such a body, the speed of this person breaking the formation is actually comparable to that of the leader of the formation, Ye Jue himself.

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The cultural level of Xianjun writing couplets is the author's cultural level orz, so if there are poems in the article that do not refer to my own nonsense, please use your imagination to imagine nonsense/literary talent orz