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Chapter 50 Confucianism and Taoism
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Li wanted to know that Xue Daolin had benefited from the Li family and wanted to suppress Yang Chen.

But the rules of the newspaper.

Any manuscript submitted must go through Xue Daolin, otherwise, it will definitely not be published.

Yang Chen smiled: "Since it is Wenbao's rules, let's act according to the rules, don't go overboard, and ask me, who is this Xue Daolin and where is he?"

Li Xiang said boldly: "Come on, follow me, I know he is there."

Taking Yang Chen through several corridors.

Then there is a bright and clean house.

"Master Xue, are you there?"

Li Xiang's rough voice sounded outside the house.

Immediately while shouting, he pushed open the door of the house and walked in.

in the room.

A middle-aged scholar is writing something at his desk.

He didn't even lift his head.

Lang Lang's voice came out: "You kid, you are like this every time. Every time you come to my place, you are rampant. Where is the etiquette you learned from studying?"

"Tell me, what's the matter again, making you so busy?"

Li Xiang walked over in one step.

"Master Xue, don't be too busy. I've brought a poem written by a great talent. Please review it. We've all read this poem. It's very well written."

Xue Daolin scolded with a smile: "You all think it's good, why are you looking for me?"

He raised his head with a smile.

He saw Yang Chen at a glance.

His expression froze.

Xue Daolin knew Yang Chen.

People from Wenbao also went to the Winter Plum Poetry Meeting held in Xiyuan.

The Li family even sent someone a portrait of Yang Chen.

Moreover, Xue Daolin himself also participated in suppressing Yang Chen's literary name.

Now, the real person appeared in front of him.

It made Xue Daolin feel a little embarrassed.

However, it was the person who presided over a newspaper, and he quickly adjusted his mentality, with a smile on his face.

Looking at Yang Chen with a smile.

"Yang Chen, Yang is a great talent, he really is a great talent, and the presence of distinguished guests has made my small newspaper a lot of glory!"

"I don't know what kind of masterpiece Yang Caizi has made?"

Yang Chen smiled faintly, and saluted with fists in his hands: "The student has met Master Xue, so it's not a masterpiece, it's just a poem I wrote yesterday based on my feelings."

"My lord, please review it and take a look. Can it be published in the newspaper?"

Li Xiang handed over the manuscript.

Charcoal Weng!
Xue Daolin's eyes narrowed.

Of course he knew the poem.

When the poem was completed, Wen Guang shot the sun and the rainbow, which shocked many Confucianists in Weicheng.

Even himself was startled.

It's just that this poem is a poem satirizing the Li family.

Xue Daolin secretly calculated.

Is this poem going to be published?

Poems are good poems, but once such a good poem is released and the poems are spread and sung, the reputation of the Li family will also plummet along with such a poem.

He glanced at Yang Chen.

Xue Daolin held the charcoal seller and seemed to be watching very seriously.

In fact, at this moment, his thoughts had already drifted to other places.

I have been in Weicheng for many years and presided over the newspaper, but I have received a lot from the Li family overtly and secretly.

Now that the Li family has something to do, I have to cover it up more or less.

Besides, good poems are all bursts of inspiration, which come by chance.

This is also a burst of inspiration for Yang Chen, so he wrote a few good poems in one go.

The current Yang Chen doesn't understand Confucianism, and he doesn't know how to gather literary energy and condense the seeds of divine way.

Therefore, such a good poem only gave Yang Chen some fame.

The rest of the……

Can't get anything.

Moreover, Yang Chen is just a white body, without any influence.

"This poem is excellent!"

Xue Daolin finally finished thinking about the pros and cons, and he had some calculations in his mind, so he spoke:
"but……"

Li Xiang's face changed, once everything happened, the ending would probably not be too good.

He wanted to speak, but when he glanced at Yang Chen, he saw that Yang Chen was very calm, standing there calmly, thinking that Yang Chen must be calculating, so he suppressed his unhappiness for the time being, and waited for Xue Daolin to finish speaking.

"However, this poem of yours is not suitable for newspapers!"

Yang Chen knew right away that Xue Daolin was dissatisfied with him, but this was the first time he had met this person, and there had never been any unhappiness between the two of them.

Why did Xue Daolin treat herself like this?
You know, when the charcoal seller comes out, Wen Guang shoots the sun and the rainbow is definitely a rare and famous story.

Such famous articles also play a very important role in improving the quality of newspapers, and no one can easily reject such famous articles that are enough to be handed down from generation to generation.

Among them, there must be a key point that I don't know.

Yang Chen glanced blankly at Xue Daolin, a little puzzled: "Master Xue, since this charcoal seller writes well, why can't he be published in newspapers?"

Li Xiang stood aside and wanted to know why?

The poem "Wen Guang Shoots the Rihong" is a poem that has never appeared in Weicheng.

How can such a poem not be published in the newspaper?

How could you not be eligible for the newspaper?

Xue Daolin's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a cunning: "Great talent Yang, it should be the first time to contribute to the newspaper, and he doesn't know the rules of the newspaper."

"If you want to publish poems and articles in our newspaper, you must not only have excellent talents and learning, but also have both talents and virtues."

"But Yang Dacai, you have it, but your virtue is not enough."

Lack of virtue?

Yang Chen's eyes also narrowed, and a burst of anger surged out.

This time, he could see that Xue Daolin was clearly seeking fault on purpose.

Not only finding fault, but also deliberately belittling himself and slandering his literary name, his intentions are very sinister.

Suppressing anger.

He knew that getting angry at this time would not help, and on impulse, it might even ruin things.

Silently recite the Sutra of Being Born, Obtaining the Tao, and Realizing the Truth.

A congenital deity holding Yu Ruyi appeared in his mind.

Runes flowed all over the body of this innate god, and the golden light shone brightly, illuminating the vast world of void.

As soon as the innate god came out, a cool breath flowed through the whole body. The whole body was hot and dry due to anger, and suddenly cooled down, and the whole person also calmed down.

Without the anger, Yang Chen's mind became very clear.

The whole person also became full of majesty because the image of the innate god appeared in his mind.

The might of the gods is mighty, and the grace of the gods is like the sea.

The tone is very calm but very indifferent: "Master Xue, I, Yang Chen Hanchuang, have studied hard. Although I have never had great virtues and deeds, I still know, don't do evil because it is small, don't do good because it is small, But I don’t know where my virtue is lacking, so I ask my lord to point me out, and I will definitely repent three times a day.”

Don't do evil because it is small, and don't do good because it is small!
"Good sentence, so profound, Brother Yang is worthy of being a great talent, the eloquence is so eloquent, it is sobering!"

Li Xiang heard this sentence.

His eyes lit up.

Thinking of what I did in the past, I couldn't help crying.

I sighed that I had done many bad and ridiculous things in the past, and when I think about it today, I feel very ashamed.

As soon as such a thought-provoking sentence came out, the surrounding vitality flowed around Yang Chen.

Vitality vibrated, like a yellow bell and a big Lu, and like an evening drum and morning bell, it rang leisurely.

"Don't do evil because it's small, don't do good because it's small!"

The sound was endless, spreading throughout the entire newspaper and its surrounding areas.

"The voice of the Holy Word?"

"This sentence has aroused Confucianism and Taoism!"

When Xue Daolin heard these words, his heart shook, and the divine way seeds condensed in his mind suddenly burst, and the literary energy flowed out with dazzling light, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"You hurt my foundation of the divine way?"

(End of this chapter)