"Confucianism pursues Qi and Ji far away, and its words are closer to the west of Beijing in Han Dynasty"
Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes, the whole body of Haoran Zhengqi boiling up, a Haoran Zhengqi from the shape, into a white font, flying around Mo Yi's whole body.
"Treading together" Mo also drinks lightly. The power of Haoran Zhengqi has doubled, and his own situation has also undergone a strong change.
At this time, Mo Yi is gathering a more powerful noble spirit. The power of the right way is the power of the right way in the world, which is now rising rapidly.
At the same time, Mo also has a clear understanding of the following cultivation methods of the gentleman's righteous determination, as well as all kinds of dark information.
"Good, good one." Confucianism pursues Qi Ji far away, and the words are closer to Han Jingxi. "This poem is really good." ZHUGE Wolong stood aside, listening to Mo Yi's soft drink. His eyes were bright and praised repeatedly.
He has read a lot of books and never heard of such a poem. That is to say, it is a poem that Mo Yi felt and created.
Actually, this poem comes from the memory of Mo Yi's mind. It's a poem Mo Yi had learned before, and now it's just used directly.
"Ding, congratulations on your promotion to a level"
When Mo Yi has a new grasp and understanding of Yu Haoran's righteousness, all the information in the determination of gentleman's righteousness is fully understood, and the whole skill is directly promoted. Haoran's righteousness is also several times stronger.
"Is this your Confucian wish? Very good, very good, your thoughts and wishes, the power of Confucianism will be used by you, "ZHUGE Wolong said eagerly looking at Mo Yi.
"Confucianism and Taoism are comparable to the vicissitudes of the world. I'd like to sacrifice my life and forget my death. I'd like to sacrifice who I am, strengthen Confucianism and Taoism, and attack and kill poetry." Mo Yi said with a smile.
"Well, I haven't taught you wrong. Can you think of the full text of this poem?" Zhuge Wolong eagerly looked at Mo Yi and asked, this poem completely hit his heart, at this time is eager to hear all.
Mo also pondered a little, and did not rush to answer Zhuge Wolong. After a while, he raised his head and looked at Zhuge Wolong, and found that he was still waiting there eagerly.
"Yes, Zeng Zigu's Elegy" Mo Yi thought about it and said immediately.
"Zeng Zi Gu's Elegy of giving up people?"
When Zhuge Wolong heard Mo Yi's words, he was a little silent and didn't say anything more.
"Yes. Young vagrant Ma Guanglu, the last road Qian Teng Zhu Kuaiji. Confucianism is far behind Qi and Ji, and its words are closer to the west of Beijing than those of Han Dynasty. The tablet of one's life can not be inherited. Who is the title of this day's poem. Try to count the corporal of Luling gate, ten years of scattered, low Xiaoxing. "
Mo also read out word by word, the voice is smooth, not high, not low, not light, the words are indifferent and merciless, with the poem as if to reveal the current situation of the world.
"Ha ha, it's true that" who is the title of this day's inscription poem? "In such a troubled time, who can study safely among the scholars of Confucianism? Try to count the corporal of Luling gate. Ten years are scattered and the stars are low. OK, I wish you success. I'm old and old."
Zhuge Wolong savored Mo Yizhen's poem carefully and nodded with a bitter smile. He didn't say anything more or pay attention to nothing.
The essence of the power is that it can surpass all forces. It has the ability to protect the country, protect the family and crush the world. It has the power of a great scholar.
It's a pity to cultivate Confucianism for our country, not for ourselves. Even if we practice Haoran Zhengqi, our physical condition is no different from that of ordinary people. We can live for more than 100 years at most, and when we reach the realm of longevity of ordinary people, we will almost die.
The Confucianists did not have the idea of longevity, and they did not have the ability to do so, so Zhuge Wolong's age at this time, even a generation of great Confucianists, might be about to die.
"I will live up to my expectations. Thank you for your guidance. Goodbye."
Mo also saluted Zhuge Wolong. Then he left the cell with his daughters. Everything seemed to be normal again.
When Mo Yi and other women's figures reappeared, they were already outside the county.
"How long did it take me to copy those books before?" Mo Yi asked.
"Almost four or five days."
Nie Xiaoqian thought about it and said that there are many books in Zhuge Wolong prison. Mo Yi is also a brush. It takes a long time to copy them.
"Four or five days? It seems that the exam is coming to an end. "
Mo Yi's eyes wrinkled and shook his head. He learned the right way of Confucianism this time, but he didn't expect to miss the time of the local examination and didn't know how to deal with it.
"Young master, what should we do?" Jianning asked.
"No matter, let's go back and have a look first." Mo Yi thought about it. He still had a meeting of Hanlin academy to see. He planned to go back to the provincial capital first.
"Mr. Mo, have you taken care of your business?"
Zhiqiu Yiye watched Mo Yi come out, and then he came up with a smiling face. This time, he obeyed the master's order, and must grasp Mo Yi, especially to help Mo Yi.
"Yes, now to the provincial capital"
People are flying up, constantly flying forward, flying very fast to the provincial capital.
Everyone's speed is not slow, basically quickly left the scope of the local county, quickly toward the provincial capital.
"It's strange how it gets dark so fast?"
The more Zhiqiu leaves fly forward, the darker the sky around them will be. Moreover, they feel that they have been flying like this all the time, and there is no entry. According to the truth, they should have been in the provincial capital for a long time after flying for such a long time.
However, the surrounding environment is really a little strange. Mo Yi and others keep flying, which has no effect.
"It seems that someone has done something. This is the battle of the ghost wall," Mo Yi said.
"Illegal detention should go to the soul of the underworld, go to hell with us, and go to the judgment of the ghost emperor." only two ghost messengers in armor appeared, and behind them were the little ghost messengers who appeared after Mo Yi devoured the soul of Pudu Cihang.
"It's really troublesome." Mo Yi looked at the two ghosts and spat out.
"You... Are you the emperor
The two ghosts looked at Mo Yi carefully, then in a moment of surprise, quickly knelt to the ground.
"Who is under the ghost emperor?" Mo also pour is to save a hand, light ask a way.
"Fengluo, under fengluo ghost emperor"
One of the ghost will quickly said, kneeling on the ground, did not dare to have the slightest look up.
"OK, let's go," Mo said with a wave.
"Yes, I'll leave"
Two people said a sentence, quickly removed the array of this ghost wall, through the gate of hell back to the underworld.
"Mr. Mo, are you still related to the people of the underworld?" Zhiqiu Yiye looks at Mo in shock and asks.
"A little connection, let's go to the provincial capital first"
Mo also said casually, not going to say too much.
There was nothing to say all the way, and everyone was on their way. Almost in the evening, they returned to the provincial capital.
"The rural examination is over"
With an order, countless examination students came out of the Gongyuan, and many people came outside to pick up the talents who might be the number one in the future.
"Xianggong, the exam is over." Nie Xiaoqian watched a lot of people come out of it and couldn't help saying.
"It doesn't matter"
Mo also shook his head, and his breath began to rise slowly.
In a moment, Mo Yi's whole body became solemn and elegant, with a sense of inviolability.
"Mo Yi?"
Before that examiner just finishing the test paper, he felt that there was a great righteousness rising outside. It was the atmosphere of great Confucianism, and he had to be awed.
"Da Ru, Da Ru's breath, I didn't expect to be a Da Ru when I went out." the examiner looked at it and said excitedly, as if he saw hope.
"It seems that I've missed the time," Mo said immediately, converging his breath back.
"You come in first, Mr. Wang has arrived, waiting for Mr. Li and Mr. He." the chief examiner quickly pulled Mo Yi into the Gongyuan, with a happy face.
Mo also followed the man into a room where a middle-aged man was sitting with a straight face.
"This is Mr. Wang, the offering of the Imperial Academy. My name is Qian Ming, who is also the offering of the Imperial Academy," said the examiner.
"Is Hanlin academy a gathering place for people who practice Confucianism?"
Mo also sat down and looked at the two people and asked, he felt a noble righteousness from the Lord Wang and Qian Ming, and it was not much weaker than him.
Jianning, leien, Xin Shuangqing and Nie Xiaoqian stood quietly behind Mo Yi and did not say much.
"That's right. To be exact, it's a place where people can enter only when they clearly understand Haoran's righteousness. Over the years, there have been a lot of selections, including the number one champion. Unfortunately, there are only a few people who can understand Haoran's righteousness," sighed Qian Ming.
"So you came to me?" Mo also looks at two people to ask a way.
"Yes, I don't know if you are clear. Now in the imperial court, demons are in chaos, your majesty is confused, right and wrong are not separated. The power of our Imperial Academy is not weak, but these demons are not ordinary people. If we want to shake one side, our power must be strengthened," said Lord Wang.
"Is there a national teacher among these demons?" Mo asked immediately.
"That's right, the centipede spirit of the millennium, who is the first representative of the demons, is a kind of spirit that can help to win the country's fortune." a voice came from the door, and two old men came into the room.
"This is Mr. Li, this is Mr. He." Qian Ming, looking at the arrival of the two elders, hastily introduced Mo Yi.
"I heard that two days ago, the centipede spirit died in Zhengqi village not far away, which is a great pleasure," he said.
There are too many demons in the imperial court. The strength of Pudu Cihang can't be said to be weak. But if the four great Confucians suppress it, they can definitely win Pudu Cihang. However, once they concentrate on fighting against Pudu Cihang, other demons will take advantage of the situation to create a flat state.
"Now, we should reduce the pressure greatly, but there is also a eunuch and a snake demon. Mo Yi is also promoted to a great Confucian now. As long as he can enter the court, it's just around the corner to eliminate these demons," Qian Ming said happily.
"Eunuch? Snake demon Mo Yi didn't know much about the situation in the imperial court, so he asked in doubt.
"Yes, one of the remaining magnates is the eunuch who is close to his majesty, and he is extremely powerful; Another is the first imperial concubine in the harem, who was transformed by a snake demon, "Qian Ming nodded and said.
"Today's situation is totally out of your hands. Mo Yi, you must enter the imperial court. At last, when you are the number one scholar in senior high school, we will do better," Mr. Li said to Mo Yi.
"It doesn't matter to me. It's also my wish to eliminate the demons in the world. It's just that I missed the time of the local examination when I went to study and promoted to be a great scholar," Mo said.
He can't wait for someone to help deal with the evil chaos in the imperial court. Otherwise, this task will be dealt with. I don't know that it will be the year of the monkey.
"It doesn't matter, the local examination is still in the local examination, we four can deal with it." Qian Ming thought about it and said immediately.
The most important thing is that Mo Yinai is a great scholar. He must be knowledgeable and upright in mind and body. Only in this way can he gather noble and upright spirit.
"So, it's OK," Mo nodded.
"Newspaper, there are people from the imperial court outside, with your Majesty's instructions"