Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 743 Canonization Returns

Under the night.

In the back hall of Zangshan Academy.

Although more than eleven years have passed, An Xiu, who has not left any traces of time on her body, is quietly reading in her study by lamplight...

It was just like when I first came to the burial mountain.

It is still a literary realm.

but.

No one dared to regard An Xiu as a literary minister.

Not to mention An Xiu's disciples, Feng Qingyan was named the greatest virtual saint since ancient times, and no one in the world could match him. Yan Shan and Helian Shan were both promoted to the youngest great scholars, and Mu Yu also won the title of the greatest female zither master.

Zhou Chang, Rong Tao, Yu Yuan, Mei Lan and other disciples of the academy.

If he is not a famous scholar, or a famous calligrapher or painter, he is only one step away from being promoted to a great scholar, or becoming the king of chess or the king of zither...

The main thing is.

An Xiu gives people an increasingly unfathomable feeling, making it impossible for people to see through him.

Even Donglou Hui, a great scholar and An Xiu's teacher, gradually felt that he was inferior to his disciple.

But he is a great sage.

Although he was just an ordinary sage, he was still a sage standing at the highest point in the world.

These past few years.

Dong Louhui has told his disciples more than once that there is no need to suppress one's realm, and that one should break through when necessary. After all, no matter how profound the foundation of a literary minister is, he is still only a literary minister...

Whether in terms of looking at problems or in the understanding of the holy way, the minister of literature is not as good as the great scholar.

An Xiu just smiled and said nothing.

gradually.

Dong Lou Hui stopped trying to persuade him.

Because even he couldn't see through his own disciples.

An Xiu gave him the feeling that An Xiu was the great sage and he was just a great scholar.

This was a very strange feeling, but when facing An Xiu, Dong Lou Hui did have such a feeling.

So he knew.

I am afraid that I am not as good as my disciples.

However, he was not distressed, but very happy, thinking that if An Xiu made a breakthrough, he would definitely become famous throughout the world.

Like him.

You can be promoted to a great sage overnight.

In fact, it was not only Dong Louhui who was expecting An Xiu to break through, many people in Confucianism were expecting it. It could even be said that the entire Zhou world was waiting for An Xiu to break through...

It was not surprising that An Xiu broke through from a literary minister to a great sage overnight.

This is the consensus of most people in the world.

So they were just curious about when An Xiu would break through...

Of course, there are also some people who are not optimistic about An Xiu, believing that An Xiu’s path to sainthood has long been cut off.

otherwise.

Why haven’t you broken through yet?
His disciple Helian Shan has already been promoted to a great scholar.

Yan Shan had just returned to the Western Regions for a few days when the news of his promotion to a great scholar had only spread within the Zangshan Academy and Confucianism.

But word spread quickly.

I'm afraid it will spread all over the world in a few days.

Although Yan Shan is two years older than Helian Shan, he is only in his thirties.

Since the saints retired.

Where in the world can one find such a young great scholar?

but.

The Zangshan Academy produced Helian Mountain and Yan Mountain, two mountains that shocked the world.

Therefore, even though all his disciples were promoted to great Confucian scholars, An Xiu had not yet been promoted to great Confucian scholar. Many people who had always been unhappy with An Xiu and disliked him joked that the teacher of Zangshan Academy was not as good as his disciples...

When An Xiu heard these words, he laughed and said, "The teacher is not as good as the disciple. Isn't that what a teacher wants?"

A teacher is someone who teaches, teaches and resolves doubts.

Naturally, one hopes that the disciples he teaches will surpass himself in the future.

What if the disciples are not as good as the teacher, and it is passed down from generation to generation?
Isn’t the Holy Way over?
but.

He didn't take these words to heart.

With his state of mind, he would not pay attention to these words at all. He would only pay attention to what he should pay attention to...

For example, sanctification!

Not bad.

The goal of Anxiu is to become a sanctified being.

Before Feng Qingyan appeared, his ultimate goal in life was to become a saint. Even if it was impossible to become a saint in this world, he still had to open up a path to becoming a saint...

Although opening up the path to sainthood is extremely difficult, even impossible.

But the original intention remains unchanged.

and so.

He was not in a hurry to be promoted to a great scholar.

He needs to thoroughly master every level on the path to sainthood.

Only by grinding thoroughly can you know where you went wrong on the road to sainthood, and what you should do to avoid the mistakes...

Therefore, he will not be able to break through unless his realm is fully explored.

If he wanted to be promoted to a great sage, he could do it in one night. But he had not yet completely mastered the realm of literary minister, and he always felt that something was missing...

In the study.

An Xiu didn't think about it or look for what was missing.

He was just reading peacefully, not thinking about anything else, not even about becoming a saint or grinding through every realm...

People just think too much.

In the end, nothing can be accomplished.

Therefore, he would not let his mind wander to other things, and would not be like Feng Qingyan, who would think about things all day long.

"Disciple Feng Qingyan, I pay my respects to the teacher. How is the teacher?"

I don’t know when.

Feng Qingyan's voice was heard outside the door of the academy's back hall.

Upon hearing this, An Xiu, who was concentrating on studying, immediately put down the book, stood up with a smile, walked out of the study, walked quickly to the door of the back hall, looked at the disciples standing at the bottom of the steps, and smiled and said, "You finally came back?"

"Please punish me, teacher."

Feng Qingyan saluted.

"Just come back safely."

An Xiu walked down the stairs, looked at Feng Qingyan, whose face remained unchanged, and said, "However, you have been traveling outside for nearly four years, but there has been no news at all. This has caused many teachers and students to worry. You should be punished..."

"I am willing to accept the punishment."

Feng Qingyan bowed and said.

"Then I will punish you to stay in the academy for at least three days." An Xiu hesitated for a moment and said, "But can you do it?"

"Disciple can do it."

Feng Qingyan smiled.

"Qingyan is back?"

A surprised voice came from An Xiu's teacher Dong Lou Hui. After appearing in the back hall and seeing Feng Qingyan, he looked surprised and excited and said, "Haha, Qingyan, you are finally back."

"Qingyan greets the Master."

Feng Qingyan turned around and saluted, being quite cordial to Dong Louhui.

"Qingyan, where have you been traveling for the past three or four years? Why haven't you sent any news back? Your teacher is very worried." Dong Louhui walked over and looked Feng Qingyan up and down. "Well, you haven't changed at all, you are still as young as ever, but your demeanor is even better than before. But Qingyan, you are so young, why don't you have any vitality in your eyes?"

Although Feng Qingyan's eyes were very clear and as deep as the starry sky, they still showed a bit of vicissitudes, like an old man who had seen through all kinds of life.

Feng Qingyan smiled and said nothing.

"come on in."

Dong Louhui didn't say anything else. He took Feng Qingyan's hand and walked towards the back hall. He turned his head and ordered, "Zhishou, go make some tea. No, make some wine. Make a pot of green plum wine. Tonight, the teacher wants to drink with Qingyan. He won't stop until he's drunk..."

An Xiu stood by and looked at his teacher and his disciple. This...

but.

He smiled suddenly and went to cook some wine.

Green plum wine.

While drinking, Dong Lou Hui couldn't help but ask about Feng Qingyan's nearly four years of travel.

Except for some things that cannot be said for the time being, Feng Qingyan basically said everything.

“I know about Ku Tuo Tian, ​​but Ku Mo Tian…” Dong Lou Hui shook his head, amazed, and said, “Perhaps no one in the whole Zhou world knows that at the end of Ku Tuo Tian, ​​there is a Ku Mo Tian hidden. The world is so big and strange, it is really beyond people’s expectations.”

Feng Qingyan nodded.

"Qingyan, what's the curse on the demon?"

An Xiu asked in surprise.

"Well, I guess someone from outer space conducted some kind of experiment on the demons." Feng Qingyan pondered for a moment and said, "This experiment may be about immortality..."

"Immortality?"

An Xiu frowned and shook his head, "Is there really such a thing as immortality?"

"I don't know." Feng Qingyan said, "But there is longevity. The demons in Kumo Heaven have a longer lifespan than those in my Zhoutian. Especially the demons in the Demon King Realm, they can live for hundreds or thousands of years..."

“That’s longevity indeed.”

Dong Louhui nodded.

The great sages of the Zhou Dynasty only lived a little longer than ordinary people, but they did not live hundreds or thousands of years, and lived for more than 200 years at most.

Moreover, there are relatively few great sages who can live to be over 200 years old.

"Strange, how come Yan Shan also ran to Ku Tuo Tian? Alas, if it weren't for my good luck and meeting you, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to come back." Dong Lou said, and then looked up and down at Feng Qingyan, "By the way, Helian Shan and Yan Shan have been promoted to great scholars, how come you are still the Minister of Literature? You are not like your teacher, suppressing your realm and not breaking through, right?"

At this time, Dong Louhui glanced at An Xiu and couldn't help but persuade him, "In fact, it is enough to have a certain foundation. When you are promoted to a great scholar, you will find that the world has become different, and your way of thinking will also become different."

"The accumulation of the holy way is not only about literature and appearance."

"Even great scholars can do that."

"Moreover, the vision of a great scholar is more correct than that of a minister of literature, and can help us avoid taking detours."

An Xiu just smiled and said nothing when he heard this.

After hearing this, Feng Qingyan just looked at his teacher An Xiu.

"Teacher, the teacher seems to be talking about me, but he is actually trying to persuade you."

Feng Qingyan said with a smile.

An Xiu was slightly stunned and looked at Dong Lou Hui.

"I'm just talking about you, your teacher. I can't control you anymore."

Dong Louhui said helplessly.

"what--"

Feng Qingyan was stunned for a moment, but looked at An Xiu and said, "Then why hasn't the teacher broken through yet? I have already felt that the teacher is capable of being compared to the great sages."

"The teacher is just a literary minister."

An Xiudao.

"Does the teacher want to become a saint in one step?"

Feng Qingyan said in surprise.

"What are you thinking? In this world, how can one become a saint in one step?" An Xiu said, "It's just that the teacher vaguely feels that the realm is not perfect enough. When the teacher's realm is perfect, it will naturally break through on its own..."

"Oh, you guys..."

Dong Louhui pointed at An Xiu and Feng Qingyan and shook his head helplessly.

in a blink.

The night passed.

The three of them only drank a three-jin jar of green plum wine.

No one was drunk.

This little bit of wine can't make them drunk at all...

When it was almost dawn, Feng Qingyan returned to Xusheng Mansion without disturbing many people.

Jiangshan, the only follower of Xusheng, was so excited and happy to see that his master had finally returned that he burst into tears.

"Shan, I greet you, my Lord."

Jiangshan bowed respectfully.

"Mr. Jiang, please get up quickly. You have worked hard over the past few years."

Feng Qingyan stepped forward and helped him up.

Over the past few years, Jiang Shan has been managing Xu Sheng Mansion with all his heart and soul, making Xu Sheng Mansion famous all over the world...

If Jiangshan hadn't done his best to take care of it, I'm afraid that Xusheng Mansion wouldn't have such a huge prestige in the world. After all, Xusheng Mansion is Xusheng Mansion, not Feng Qingyan himself...

Although Xusheng Mansion represents Feng Qingyan.

but.

When he's not here.

Xu Sheng Mansion is really nothing and cannot command the world at all.

The current Xusheng Palace has the power to command the world, all because of Jiangshan's existence. Of course, this is not just the work of Jiangshan alone. After all, behind Xusheng Palace, there is not only Zangshan Academy, but also Confucianism, and Feng Qingyan...

but.

If there is no country.

Xu Sheng Mansion is really just a mascot that has honor but no strength or power to command the world.

"I haven't seen you for a few years. I didn't expect that Mr. Jiang has already achieved the status of Qin Master."

Feng Qingyan looked at it and said in surprise.

In fact, Feng Qingyan was really surprised when he came back from Kumodian.

First, Yan Shan was promoted to a great scholar, and then Helian Shan and Mu Yu were promoted to great scholars or achieved the title of Qin Jun.

Now it is Jiangshan who has been certified as the King of Qin.

Jiangshan's talent for playing the qin.

Although it was still good, it was definitely not the best and could not be compared with Mu Yu and Fang Wang. However, Jiang Shan seemed to have been blessed by the luck of the Void Saint Mansion and actually achieved the position of Qin Jun, which surprised Feng Qingyan.

In his opinion.

It would take at least ten years, or even twenty years, for Jiangshan to become the King of Qin.

After talking with Feng Qingyan for a while, Jiang Shan left immediately to avoid disturbing the Lord's rest. Although he had many things to report, it was not now...

After Feng Qingyan washed up, it was already dawn.

The sun is rising slowly from the east.

now.

Feng Qingyan appeared on the hill where he used to do morning reading.

Many years later, his ancient recitation voice resounded again in the burial mountain...

When his recitation sounded.

At the foot of the burial mountain, almost everyone was stunned, as if they were frozen in place.

The recitation sound coming down from the mountain seemed to have traveled through ancient time and space, exuding an indescribable charm, resounding from heaven and earth...

It also resounded in their hearts.

Zangshan Academy has admitted eleven classes of students.

However, the students who really knew Feng Qingyan had already left the academy.

Almost all students in the academy have never seen Feng Qingyan. They have only heard of his name but have never seen him...

and so.

They don't know.

The voice of recitation was from the eldest senior brother of Zangshan Academy.

However, many teachers and instructors in Zangshan Academy knew that Feng Qingyan had returned.

When they heard the familiar yet more melodious recitation, they suddenly stood up, rushed out of the house excitedly, and hurriedly flew to the top of the mountain.

Feng Qingyan is back.

In Bocheng.

Many people recognized Feng Qingyan's voice.

"This is the sound of the canonization reading. It must be the canonization returning."

Many scholars, students, and even ordinary people, looked towards the burial mountain with excitement after hearing the melodious recitation.

“The canonization is back.”

“The canonization is back.”

Bocheng was immediately in an uproar.

If you are not from Bocheng, you cannot understand the excitement of the scholars or people in Bocheng...

After a while.

The students of Zangshan Academy finally knew who the reciting voice came from.

Such a charming recitation, no wonder...

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(End of this chapter)