The four lines of Hengqu's poem, which shocked the world since ancient times, flashed through his mind, but he soon discarded them.
Establish a mind for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, carry on the lost knowledge of the ancient sages, and bring peace to the world for all eternity...
This is good and great.
The "Master" of Liberty Hill must be worthy of these four sentences. In fact, this should be his lifelong pursuit.
But this is not what Chen Kuang wanted to say to the other party.
Chen Kuang stretched out his hand, caught the paper crane, laughed, and said seriously, word by word:
"This body is a small hut in the world, and the affairs of the world have worn away my hair..."
His voice was almost blown away in the vast sky, but it seemed to be carried very far by the howling wind.
"After all, a few of them really got the deer,
I wonder if I've been dreaming of being a fish all day long."
…
Liberty Hill.
Peach blossoms are like clouds, and fallen petals are colorful.
Everyone in the world knows that even though the four seasons pass by in a flash, the peach blossoms on Ziyou Mountain remain in full bloom all year round. Countless students plant a peach tree when they enter the mountain, adding another touch of beauty to this red cloud.
If the student dies, the peach tree will wither and die, turning into spring mud.
No one knows how long this Freedom Mountain has existed, and how many famous people have come out of it, but the scope of this peach forest has hardly changed.
Today, Liberty Hill is still filled with the sound of reading.
The teacher sitting at the top was a thin old man with a sullen face. He was holding a thousand paper cranes and listening with his eyes lowered.
Suddenly, he raised his head, looked into the distance, and laughed:
"Good! What a great saying! 'After all, some people really catch a deer, but they never dream of being a fish!'"
The thin old man stood up and sighed, "Who gets the deer and who gets the fish? I think we'll find out soon! If that's the case, there's no point in me staying in this mountain..."
He took a step forward, and with this step, he appeared at the edge of the peach forest on Freedom Mountain.
Many disciples were left staring at each other for a long time, their mouths wide open, with expressions of disbelief.
"Master... Master, don't you have any cultivation?"
This thin old man who always raised his eyebrows and cursed, standing at the border, finally straightened up slowly. In an instant, he seemed extremely tall.
He held the ruler and took another step forward without hesitation.
With one step, the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers all shook, and the power of a saint was already emanating from him.
The master looked down at his ruler, stroked it lovingly, then held it in both hands and bent it with force.
“Crack!”
The ruler was broken.
Half of it turned into writing and literary talent, and half of it turned into righteous indignation.
The students of Freedom Hill were shocked and stood up one after another. As if they understood something, they all bowed deeply in the direction where the teacher left.
"Students respectfully send the Saint off!"
When the Master broke his ruler and entered the world, he was no longer the Master who taught and educated people in the deep mountains of Taolin.
But a saint.
Literary sage.
(End of this chapter)
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