Chapter 10 Chapter 10: Xi Yi’s Old Enemy Is Not Visible

"When Xiang Yu burned Efang Palace, the people in the palace had already run away. But I was so engrossed that I didn't realize it until the fire burned to Cangguocheng. It was too late. I saw the flames engulfed I read one after another of the classics that have been handed down with great difficulty, and I went crazy looking for water to put out the fire. But how much power can one person have? Soon, the entire palace was on fire. I gave up fighting the fire, and I gave up In order to escape, those books are my life, the last hope of all schools of thought. Without them, where else can I go?

"The fire burned for three days and three nights, and the entire Efang Palace was burned to ashes. I saw with my own eyes that my body and those bamboo slips were turned into ashes—this is not rhetoric, but a real sight. I don't know why, but my soul didn't dissipate, but stayed in the sky above Efang Palace, dazed and at a loss. "In every classic book in this world, the author's painstaking efforts and energy are poured into it. When the book is destroyed, these insignificant ideas will also drift away. But the number of volumes in Afang Palace is too large. When they are all When it was burned, the spirit contained in the book was released together and gathered in one place, denser than ever before. It just happened that my soul flew into it, maybe it triggered some mysterious method, and it was tightly wrapped by them and could not dissipate. until they become one with each other.

"I have been floating above the ruins of Efang Palace for many years, like a lonely ghost, wandering around, absorbing the aura of classics. Every time I absorb, my soul freezes, and my mind Then I became sober. When the last trace of aura was absorbed, I realized that I had changed. I was not a fairy, nor a ghost, but a very special existence with strange supernatural powers. So I left Efang Palace , I want to see the outside world.” The surroundings of Zhu Xi and Lu You began to change again.One by one the pictures flew by quickly, various flags fluttered back and forth, soldiers and armor intertwined, arrows criss-crossed, screams and cheers rang out interlacedly, creating an extremely chaotic scene.

"The outside world has become a chaotic world. I wandered aimlessly, and all I saw was killing and destruction. Scholars were killed by violent soldiers, and books full of true knowledge were trampled underfoot, which made me very sad I tried to find Shusuntong, but I had no clue. Later, I came to the place where books were burned and scholars were buried. The sound of burning bamboo slips and people's screams still lingered in my ears. I suddenly remembered my responsibility in life. Unfortunately, everything seems to be too late. I recalled the pain and helplessness at that time, even though only my soul was left, I still felt a heart-wrenching sadness.

"At this time, I met a successor of Confucianism. His surname was Dong, and he came all the way from Jiuyan to pay homage to his teacher. Unfortunately, due to the hardships along the way, this Confucian scholar arrived at Kengru At the time of the ruins, he was on the verge of death. Before he died, he asked me with tears if the schools of thought were really finished, but I couldn’t answer him. He grabbed my sleeve and died in disappointment. The moment he died , I was surprised to find that I could clearly see the essence emanating from his body, which contained his resentment, his unyielding and his talent.

"I didn't want his soul to disappear, so I had a flash of inspiration and condensed it into a pen. The pen was very crude and had low spiritual power. It was incomparable to the famous pens made by later generations, but it was It was the first pen I refined. When this pen was refined, I immediately found my answer and made my goal clear: There are so many talents in the world, we cannot just sit back and watch these precious treasures be paid for. flow. I am going to save them, this is the mission given to me by the gods.” The scene of war disappeared, replaced by a wide hall, a man who looked like an emperor stood tall, and there were hundreds of civil and military officials below.An old man stood in the hall, shouted loudly, and directed the ministers to salute the emperor in accordance with the court rituals, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner.The emperor showed a satisfied and excited expression, but the old man was expressionless and meticulous.

"Later, Kyushu returned to the Han Dynasty, and finally the world was at peace. I finally found my teacher Shusun Tong. It turned out that he had been serving the King of Qin all the time, and he tried his best to rely on the imperial power to preserve the inheritance. During the Second Qin Dynasty, he even did not hesitate to defile himself. He was only in exchange for the respite of the various schools of thought. When the Chu and Han dynasties were fighting for hegemony, he looked at each other coldly. It was not until Liu Bang won the world that he came out again as a Confucian scholar. Starting from teaching the courtiers, he was trusted by the emperor. , Seeking a way of development for hundreds of companies.

"Shu Suntong is full of confidence in the status quo. After the war, the various schools of thought are also very happy to have a relaxed environment to recuperate and recuperate. Everything is thriving. I found him and told him my determination and supernatural power. Shu Suntong is very happy. Surprised, but not very concerned, he said that since the world is peaceful and the matter of inheritance is not a problem, this magical power is of little significance. However, he still kept his promise and gave me the token of the Bai family, and hoped that I would become A supervisor, responsible for selecting each generation of patriarchs after his death, to continue to guard all of this. I was a little lost, but I agreed to his request, and then drifted away.

"I first went to Jiuyandi, and found a family of Confucian scholars named Dong near Guangchuan. I gave the pen to his descendants. In the following years, I started my career of refining pens and created a The pen mound. The world is so big, and Shusun Tong can only take care of a small part. Then let me save those geniuses who have been left out. I don’t want to have the tragedy of burning books, burying scholars and Efang Palace again. Twice." The scene changed again. A Confucian scholar wearing a Ge scarf and a plain robe walked into the Weiyang Palace boldly. The courtiers around him were very respectful. Even the emperor stepped down from his seat to greet him.His thin face was full of ambition, his eyes were shining like the sun, and a pen was hovering above his head.

"Time flies like an arrow, and the time flies by. In the blink of an eye, decades have passed. When Emperor Han Jing arrived, a genius appeared. He was from Guangchuan, and his name was Dong Zhongshu. I recognized him at a glance as the descendant of Dong Ru, because The spirit of that pen follows him like a shadow. You must know that at the end of the Qin Dynasty, a lot of classics were lost, and many classics were lost or lost. Biling showed extremely dazzling talent, and was called "Generalist" and "Great Confucianism". "I watched this young man grow up step by step with great interest, and felt that he should be the best candidate for the new generation of Baijia. Dong Zhongshu and Shu Suntong have the same idea. He believes that if Baijia wants to develop, it must rely on the power of the imperial power. Power. I don't quite agree with this, but I don't intend to deliberately suppress it, so I officially awarded him the title of Baijia, and handed over some rare books and experience I collected to him, hoping to help him. As a result, he really lived up to expectations. On the basis of the classics I gave him, he developed theories such as "relationship between heaven and man" and "three cardinal principles and five permanent principles", which greatly advanced Confucianism. Other schools also developed rapidly because of his support. Soon in Gaining a place in the imperial court won the trust of Emperor Han Jing.

"Dong Zhongshu was very excited and told me about these achievements. But I could see that Dong Zhongshu was not very satisfied. He continued to study these things and was fascinated. Gradually, I found that he changed, and he fell into his own I tried to persuade him, but he became impatient and irritable. His mental state became hyperactive and persistent, and his attitude towards schools other than Confucianism was very serious. Bad. He seldom even fulfills his duties as a patriarch. I have been trying to make up for this defect, but Dong Zhongshu will not listen at all. Instead, he accuses me of being careless about the truth. He has become a self-willed person who hates people who disagree with him as an enemy." Zhu Xi and Lu You saw a middle-aged man walking out of the central palace with a gloomy complexion, holding a scroll of imperial decree in both hands, and every step he took was extremely heavy, as if the imperial decree weighed more than ten thousand catties.As soon as he walked out of the palace gate, a group of people with the same obscenity as him rushed up.The middle-aged man said a few words, and with a wave of his hand, they scattered away excitedly. In a further place, the couriers who had already prepared shouted loudly, and dozens of carriages rolled over the road, rushing Out of the city gates on all sides of Chang'an. "After Emperor Wu of the Han came to the throne, something happened. Dong Zhongshu suddenly wrote a letter in secret, recommending the three strategies of heaven and man, the most important of which is to "remove all schools of thought and respect Confucianism alone". When this news was announced to the world, all the scholars Both my family and I were stunned. This was nothing short of blatant betrayal. I questioned him, and he told me coldly that Confucianism is all that is needed in the world, and other inheritances are wrong. I couldn’t convince him, but Neng warned that his actions meant war and stripped him of the title of Patriarch on the spot. He didn't resist, and obediently returned the token to me. "Soon I and my fellow scholars discovered that we were all wrong. This is not a war, but a one-sided massacre. Dong Zhongshu has been deliberately accumulating strength since a long time ago, using his authority as a patriarch to secretly cultivate Confucianism. The strength of the power, quietly weakening the strength of other families. Every suggestion and every decision he made before has been carefully considered and is one step of a grand plan. By the time we break openly, his network has already After weaving it, just wait for it to be tightened slightly, and then it can strangle our necks.” The deja vu scene is back.Cars rattle, horses squeak, there are footsteps and screams everywhere, howling and screaming one after another.People of different clothes and colors were driven away, hunted down, and fled in haste in the interweaving of fire and blood.The whole earth fell into chaos again. "That would be a disaster for the unprepared schools of thought. Dong Zhongshu's Confucian school has been painstakingly managed for so many years, and every move is thunderous. Everyone who tried to resist was "dismissed" by them, and every The school halls of a school were demolished, and every book was burned. Behind Dong Zhongshu was the entire Han court, and no one could resist. I tried to prevent all this from happening, but Dong Zhongshu, who had already comprehended the interaction between heaven and man, He became very powerful, and it was less than a hundred years since I started refining pens at that time, and I didn't have many pen spirits in my hand, so I couldn't restrain him at all. "The dismissal has lasted for more than twenty years, and hundreds of schools have been slaughtered. The only thing I can do is to refine more pen skills when these descendants are dying, and rescue their inheritance, so as not to be wiped out in vain. Two More than ten years later, Dong Zhongshu finally reached his deadline. To my surprise, he took the initiative to find me, hoping to become a pen spirit. I satirized him and said, "Nowadays, Confucianism is in full swing. Why do you want to become a Pen spirit. Dong Zhongshu didn’t explain, but just asked me if I would like to. After consideration, I agreed to his request. In exchange, I hoped that he would stop chasing and killing various schools of thought, but let them fend for themselves. He agreed At that time, the various schools of thought were in turmoil, like a house riddled with holes, even if no one pushed it, it would collapse sooner or later.” The fighting scene disappeared suddenly, and the whole space was distorted for a moment, turning into a room.An old man sat cross-legged in the center of the room, his hair was already completely white, and there was a memorial he had just finished writing on the table in front of him.His eyes were closed and he remained motionless.A slender man in green robes was standing behind him, pressing his right hand on his celestial spirit cover, a mysterious light poured out from the place where the palm of his hand touched his head. "After Dong Zhongshu's death, I refined him into a pen and named him Tianren. When I was refining the pen, I discovered a strange thing, that is, the nameless pen spirit I refined for his ancestor was not there. In his body. But I didn’t think much about it, I hurriedly put the Tianren Brush back into the pen mound, and then went to find the remaining power of the various schools of thought, and told them that they don’t have to continue fleeing. When I returned to the pen mound again, But he was surprised to find that all the pen spirits stored in the pen mound were swallowed up by the celestial pen. "It wasn't until then that I realized Dong Zhongshu's intentions. He knew that I refined pens for all schools of thought, and that these pen spirits would be handed down forever. He couldn't tolerate potential challenges to Confucianism in future generations, so he wrote Deliberately refined into a pen spirit, turning himself into a celestial being, devouring other pen spirits to avoid future troubles. And the nameless pen spirit of his ancestor was the first victim. "It must be admitted that his persistence and resourcefulness are extremely terrifying, and he can carry out his belief to this point. I am extremely angry, but I have sworn never to destroy the pen spirit I have refined, so I can only use the The Celestial Brush was sealed with the strongest forbidden ink, and locked in a place outside the pen mound, so that it could no longer cause harm to other pen spirits." The scene changed, and this time it turned into an exquisite brick and stone palace. A plaque hung above the gate of the palace, with the words "White Tiger View" written on it.A group of gray-haired Confucian scholars sat on both sides, holding scrolls, knives and pens, arguing fiercely, spit flying everywhere, and it was very lively.Sitting in the corner of the hall was a man who looked like a scribe. While listening to the voices of the scholars, he frowned and wrote vigorously, trying to record everything. "The status of Confucianism behind Dong Zhongshu is already unshakable. In the next few days, the only thing I can do is to appease the remaining families of various schools of thought, while re-finding talents and refining pens. The time has come to the fourth day of the Eastern Han Dynasty In 1999, great Confucians from all over the world gathered in the capital to discuss academics in the White Tiger Temple. The meeting lasted for three months, and finally Ban Gu compiled it into a book called "Baihu Tongyi". I think you all know the following story, The plaque was so influenced that it took away Ban Gu's soul, so that I never wrote a pen for the author of "Han Shu". "But what they don't know is that all of this is another foreshadowing by Dong Zhongshu! When he was dying, before I came, he handed over a copy of "Spring and Autumn Fanlu" to his most trusted disciple. Let him forward it to Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. This book has been kept in the secret mansion. Until the White Tiger Temple meeting, Emperor Zhang decided to transfer a batch of precious ancient books from the secret mansion for reference by scholars, so "Spring and Autumn Fanlu" was published It became an important reference material at the meeting of Baihuguan——in fact, "Baihu Tongyi" is inherited from the thought of "Chunqiu Fanlu". This was predicted by Dong Zhongshu hundreds of years ago. "This "Chunqiu Fanlu" has long been impregnated with part of Dong Zhongshu's soul. Taking advantage of the opportunity of this gathering of great Confucians and a strong atmosphere of Confucianism, this strand of soul escaped from the book and attached it to the plaque of the White Tiger Temple. Absorb the aura of great Confucians and transform into the shape of a tiger. But if you want to break the shackles of the celestial brush, this is not enough. So Baihu chose Ban Gu, who was finishing "Baihu Tongyi", and when he was dying and weakened, Take his soul and become one with it." Among the lofty mountains, a gentleman in green shirt stood with his hands behind his back, surrounded by several pens.There was a huge white tiger in front of him, roaring and pounced from time to time, trying to get close to him, but was repelled by those pen spirits every time.Baihu turned around to leave, but was blocked by several other pen spirits.These pen spirits released their brilliance one after another, and set up a net, so that the giant beast had nowhere to escape. ""Baihu Tongyi" is a Confucian classic, and Ban Gu is another generation of talented people. After the white tiger devoured Ban Gu's soul, his strength increased greatly, and his desire to bring the pen of heaven and man back to the world became even stronger. I will never allow the spirit of the pen to be swallowed. The tragedy repeated itself, and the Tianrenbi was not allowed to sever the inheritance of hundreds of schools again, so he personally took action and succeeded in destroying 90% of the white tiger's spiritual power, making it fall short. In the next thousand years, the white tiger disappeared completely and was gradually Forgotten by the pen mound." The master of the pen mound's speech slowed down and gradually sank.The surrounding scenes turned rapidly again, Zhu Xi and Lu You's eyes blurred, and found that they were back in the peach forest, with stone tables and benches and a jug of peach blossom wine in front of them.The incarnation of the owner of the pen mound was sitting beside him, with a gentle smile on his face, and was still playing with the fish book tube in his hand.The little boy squatted on the ground, watching the ants move with fascination. "I didn't expect that it has been working hard for thousands of years, accumulating strength in secret, and has never given up hope of resurrecting the Tianren Brush. Tsk tsk, it seems that the fate between Dong Zhongshu and my pen grave is not exhausted. It can be seen that good fortune tricks people, and fate is mysterious. Ah...you two, welcome back." Neither Zhu Xi nor Lu You spoke immediately.They did not expect that such a complicated story would be involved in this celestial pen.There is so much information flooding their heads at once that they have to take time to digest it. The owner of the pen tomb looked at Zhu Xi, and a helpless smile appeared on Qingjun's face: "Mr. Hui'an, do you understand now? Master Dong's celestial brush is not that I want to restrain him, but that he wants to destroy the spirit of the pen." I sealed it, not out of personal grievances, but as a last resort." With a flick of his finger, the little boy hastily filled Zhu Xi's wine glass. Zhu Xi was noncommittal about this, he picked up his wine glass silently, took a sip, and didn't know what he was thinking. Lu You suddenly asked: "Then the Zhuge family and the Wei family..." The owner of the pen tomb said: "That's right. Their two families are the only remaining two lineages of the Zhuzi family. In order to take care of them, I let their children be the officials of the pen tomb. Promise of." Lu Youlu suddenly realized, he touched his forehead, opened his mouth for a long time before he said: "...so you guys still have this kind of relationship. Then who is the current "Hundred Parents"?" The owner of the pen tomb said with a sense of loss: "The theories of the various schools of thought have disappeared for a long time, and only a few scraps of pens and ink and blood are left. The title of the parents of the hundred schools has long existed in name only." He shook his head and said in relief again : "Fortunately, although a hundred schools of thought have passed away, there are successors. Over the past thousand years, talents and celebrities have emerged in an endless stream, and their prosperity is no less than that of a hundred schools of thought. I wonder if Mr. Dong will change his original insistence if he comes to this prosperous world again. read." Lu You slapped the table and said loudly, "Well said, well said. I'll make it clear!" The little boy was so startled that the wine jug in his hand almost fell to the ground.Lu You simply grabbed the jug and filled it up for the other two, then raised his glass high and yelled for another touch.Zhu Xi wanted to say something, but he hesitated to speak. He just raised his wine glass to touch it, but put it down without drinking. The fish book tube that was originally placed on the table suddenly trembled for no reason, as if something happened inside.The owner of the pen mound flicked the seal of the book tube with his fingertips, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. "Open it." Zhu Xi suddenly said seriously, never before.