Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

"What is the hexagram?" Meng Ruo asked curiously.

"I am not a Taoist disciple, so I don't understand the hexagram, but after this period of verification, he summed up ten words."

"What is it?"

"One whale falls, all things come to life, and everything that is prosperous must decline."

Yan Zheng slowly said these ten words, with a bit of doubt in his tone, and it was obvious that he didn't understand the meaning.

"One whale falls, all things come to life, and everything that is prosperous must decline?" Meng Ruo repeated, and he also couldn't understand the meaning.

Yan Zheng gave his own understanding, "I can't understand the first six words, but I still have some feelings about 'prosperity must decline'."

"What is the feeling?" Meng Ruo asked.

"Don't you think that there are too many geniuses in this generation? In our Confucianism alone, four extremely talented people have appeared in succession. Many schools call Xiaoye and others the 'Four Little Saints', which is enough to show the recognition of their talents by other schools, not to mention Beiyuan, who inherited the archery skills of Confucius and reached the Hanlin realm at the age of 25. His talent is enough to make everyone of his generation ashamed."

"Not only in our Confucianism, but also in other schools. Geniuses emerge in endlessly, such as Mo Ling of the Mohist School, whose talent is not inferior to Zhongchou, Zeng Xiangteng ; Dao Ziling, who was called the "Little Taoist Master" when he was less than 30 years old, and Xiang Xin, the "Little Soldier Immortal" who has not appeared in the military school and has not even participated in the battle between heaven and man, etc. "

"Just the geniuses in the open, any one of them could be independent hundreds of years ago, but now they can only be the second echelon candidates. "

Yan Zheng's tone was full of emotion. The reason why he said this was because in his heart, there were only two people in the first echelon of the young generation, Ci Song and Bai Ye. No matter how talented the others were, they were just their foils.

Of course, Yan Zheng didn't know that Mo Yao had broken through the Jinshi. This matter was deliberately concealed. Except for Ci Song and others, no one else knew about it.

"The appearance of these geniuses represents the emergence of a prosperous era, doesn't it?" Meng Ruo understood what Yan Zheng meant.

"That's right, so I'm more worried about this sentence. I've read an ancient book that records some bizarre things. One of them left a deep impression on me. It's very similar to the situation we are in now." Yan Zheng replied.

"What is it?" Meng Ruo asked.

"It is said that when the world is about to face a catastrophe, in order to ensure that the world will not be destroyed, the son of destiny will be born to meet the catastrophe, and use his own destiny to eliminate the catastrophe in exchange for the eternal existence of the world. Moreover, the more sons of destiny appear, the more severe the catastrophe will be."

"Isn't the current situation similar to this? Geniuses emerge in an endless stream, the great way is damaged, the laws are lacking, the realm is shackled, and all kinds of signs seem to be foreshadowing something. Perhaps in the near future, the catastrophe will come."

Yan Zheng frowned, his tone full of worry.

"Don't worry, even if that day really comes, with your ability, you will definitely be safe." Meng Ruo seemed to trust Yan Zheng very much, and comforted him softly.

"Maybe. I'm just worried that I'm not capable enough to protect you." Yan Zheng replied.

"If that's the case, then what if we go together? All living beings are just ants, facing an inevitable disaster. Instead of struggling, it's better to watch the sky fall and the universe perish."

Meng Ruo held Yan Zheng's arm, her tone full of tenderness and calmness.

"Then I'd rather that day never come."

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"Brother Ning, can we change a carriage? This oxcart is so shaky. If you need gold and silver, just tell me and I'll find Ci Song to exchange."

"You don't understand. We are here for cultivation, not for traveling. As the saying goes, the way of cultivation is to talk quietly. You can find the taste in indifference, and it is difficult to find true fun in the hustle and bustle."

"Although what you said makes sense, there seems to be no connection between cultivation and oxcarts?"

"Why not? If I say there is, there is."

On the haystack behind the oxcart, Ning Ping'an and Zhuang Diemeng were lying on it and chatting with each other. Zhuang Diemeng also imitated Ning Ping'an, wearing a bamboo hat that he didn't know where he got from, holding a piece of grass in his mouth, and his hands behind his head, looking carefree.

Ci Song and Mo Yao sat in front of the oxcart together. Ci Song held the reins, and Mo Yao looked at the map in his hand, discussing the route while traveling.

The four people and the ox cart had been away from the capital of South Korea for more than ten days. At this time, they were driving on the official road. The destination of this trip was the famous "Jianchi Mountain" in South Korea.

This place was once the place where the famous sword-making master, Master Xu, forged swords. It is said that when Master Xu forged the sword, he used a white wax torch as a guide to forge a sword in a deep place on the mountain. As soon as the sword was forged, it was possessed by a sword intent. This sword intent was so powerful that even Master Xu could not suppress it. He could only let it fly away from the cave, and the sword disappeared from then on.

Later, this cave was named "Jianchi" and the whole mountain was named "Jianchi Mountain".

"According to the map, it will take about one day to reach Jianchi Mountain."

Mo Yao looked at the map in her hand and explained, then she looked at the old ox pulling the cart curiously, and asked curiously: "This cow seems to know all the places we are going to. Is it also a rare and exotic animal?"

"I guess so. I have raised this cow for a long time, and it is also somewhat spiritual." Ning Ping'an on the haystack replied.

Then Zhuang Diemeng's voice came from behind Ci Song and Mo Yao: "The mount of my Taoist ancestor is also a green bull."

"Really? That's quite a coincidence." Ning Ping'an replied.

Zhuang Diemeng continued to ask: "Brother Ning, what are we going to Jianchi Mountain for?"

"To upgrade the grade of Ci Song's Shuihan Sword. Although Shuihan Sword is not an ordinary great scholar's calligraphy, it is still different from the calligraphy of literary masters. So our trip is to refine Shuihan Sword." Ning Ping'an replied.

"Oh, that's it. It's just right for me to see if there is a sword suitable for me. I can buy one when the time comes." Zhuang Diemeng nodded and replied.

Ning Ping'an covered his face with the hat on his head, "I'll sleep for a while, you guys chat."

"Yeah."

Zhuang Diemeng jumped down from the haystack and came to Mo Yao's side. He supported his chin with one hand and listened to Mo Yao and Ci Song chatting with a leisurely look.

"I came from the west and you came from the east, we both rode hand in hand and were ashamed to quit our jobs.

I wish I could turn into the water of the Jade Pool, flow into the clear stream and see my face turn red."

Zhuang Diemeng leaned his head on Mo Yao's shoulder for a while, and heard Ci Song reciting such a poem.

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