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"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun."

boom!

As soon as this sentence came out, Yanmen closed and the sky suddenly changed.

The floating clouds that were originally reflected red by the morning glow suddenly turned dark yellow, as if they had changed from morning to dusk in an instant.

The entire Yanmen Pass people were shocked by this vision, and they all looked up to the sky, looking at this rare spectacle that could only be seen in a hundred years.

At this time in the small courtyard, Zheng Xuan almost pulled off his beard.

He originally thought that Liu Ye was just writing a random poem, but unexpectedly it was another shocking poem.

The first sentence can trigger such a vision, how amazing should the whole story be?

"Alas, why is such an astonishing talent not from the Confucian sect?"

Thinking that Liu Ye had switched to the Mohist method, Zheng Xuan felt heartbroken and couldn't help but glare at Mr. Meng.

Although this was Liu Ye's personal choice, if Lao Deng hadn't interfered, he wouldn't have been intercepted.

Mr. Meng was baffled. Just as he was about to stare back, the vision changed again.

I saw Liu Ye looking up at the sky, and then chanted the second sentence: "The north wind blows the geese and snow."

Suddenly, the north wind howled and the snow fell, bringing a bit of desolation to the already desolate border land.

Zheng Xuan didn't feel sad at all, it was confusion and worry about the future.

After all, manpower is limited, and even though he has great ambitions, he is still unable to support himself.

This is a lonely and bumpy road.

"Are you trying to persuade me?"

Zheng Xuan looked at the young figure standing with his hands behind his back in the heavy snowfall, and for a moment he didn't understand the purpose of Liu Ye sending him this poem.

Just the next second, his eyes widened.

I saw Liu Ye slowly turning around, looking at Zheng Xuan with a smile on his face, and slowly said the last two sentences: "Don't worry about the road without friends, no one in the world doesn't know you!" (There are 8 sentences in the whole poem, here to suit the occasion. , only the first half is intercepted.)

Boom!

At this moment, Zheng Xuan felt as if there was thunder in his mind, and an indescribable emotion was like a flood that broke through the embankment, rushing straight into the Tianling Cap!

"Don't worry about the road ahead without friends. No one in the world doesn't know you... No one in the world doesn't know you..."

Zheng Xuan kept murmuring in a low voice, and then he couldn't help but raise his head to the sky and scream: "Haha, good, good, good, everyone in the world will not recognize you!"

"I am not alone in my ways!"

"I will take your words today to heart!"

As soon as the last two sentences came out, the previous decadence and haze was swept away, giving him a feeling of clearing away the clouds and seeing the blue sky.

Yes, short-term loneliness is nothing.

As long as he keeps moving forward, he will eventually find like-minded people, like the one in front of him, right?

By that time, his teachings will be spread all over the world, and truly "no one in the world will recognize you"!

At the same time, the long river of literary energy was once again triggered, and a pillar of literary energy appeared that penetrated the sky and the earth, completely submerging Liu Ye's figure.

Not only that, characters composed of literary energy flew out of Liu Ye's body.

First, it floats quietly in the sky above Yanmen Gate, as if showing this amazing poem to the world.

After a while, they began to merge with each other, and finally formed a snow-white jade pendant, shining with a warm luster.

Swish!

Liu Ye stretched out his hand, and the literary jade pendant slowly fell into his palm.

In an instant, Liu Ye understood the function of this jade pendant.

It can greatly improve your personality charm and make it easier to find like-minded people.

"Good baby."

Whether it is used to teach people or build forces, it can get twice the result with half the effort.

After thinking about it, Liu Ye handed the jade pendant to Mr. Zheng: "Let Mr. Zheng keep this jade pendant for the time being."

Zheng Xuan didn't understand why, and he didn't understand Liu Ye's intention until he touched the jade pendant.

With the Wenxin of Heaven and Earth condensed, there is nothing in this world that he cannot see, and he knows the function of this thing almost instantly.

"This item is too valuable, I cannot accept it."

As a great scholar of literature and ethics, he knew very well how precious this treasure that contained the principles of literature and ethics was, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a treasure of literature and ethics.

Even he felt greedy at that moment.

"My little friend, you must keep this jade pendant and remember not to show it to others easily." Zheng Xuan warned with a serious look on his face.

Even he almost failed to resist the temptation. Once other literary masters knew about it, they would definitely snatch it away.

He is very aware of the urinary nature of the literary cultivators of this era, so what kind of benevolence, justice and morality can there be?

Liu Ye smiled: "That's why I asked Mr. Zheng to keep it for a while."

His meaning is very simple: this thing is too hot to handle, and I can't keep it with my current strength. Please hold it for me first, and I will take it back when I am strong enough.

If I really want to tell you directly that this item will be of great use to what you are going to do next, Liu Ye is willing to bet that Mr. Zheng will never accept it.

Zheng Xuan is a true Confucian sage, and his moral character is by no means comparable to those of the pseudo-Confucians in the world.

Sure enough, after hearing Liu Ye's words, Zheng Xuan hesitated.

After a long silence, Zheng Xuan sighed deeply: "Forget it, I will shamelessly keep it for you for a while. You can come and get it at any time when you need it.

At that time, as long as you touch my handwriting with literary style, I will naturally feel it. "

Putting away the jade pendant, Zheng Xuan saluted Liu Ye, and then said hello to Mr. Meng beside him.

"I'm going to go!"

The next second, a blue cloud shot straight into the sky, rolling up snowflakes all over the sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Mr. Meng, how confident do you think Mr. Zheng is about this trip?"

Liu Ye stood side by side with Mr. Meng, looking at the direction Mr. Zheng left.

"Not even half a percent."

Liu Ye was not surprised by Meng Lao's answer.

"But someone has to go, right?" Liu Ye said with a smile.

"Why go there if it's a dead end."

"Mr. Meng's words are wrong. I once heard a saying that there is no road in the world. If there are more people walking, there will be a road."

Hearing this, Mr. Meng looked at Liu Ye with a strange look on his face, until he looked a little hairy, and then said quietly: "You are really a born Confucian and Taoist seedling. I don't know whether it is a good idea for you to transfer to the Mohist school." It’s bad.”

No matter how talented Liu Ye was before, he only heard about it from Zheng Xuan's mouth and had no real feelings about it.

Until today, I first wrote a shocking poem in front of him, and then said the words just now that contained literary philosophy.

Only then did he realize that Zheng Xuan's evaluation of Liu Ye was not exaggerated at all. This boy could indeed be called a literary talent.

"Old Ancestor, don't blame me for kidnapping a Confucian genius. Who made the current Confucianism so messed up by that group of people? It's better to let Old Zheng clean it up first."

Meng Lao silently prayed to his ancestor.

After all, Mencius is a person of the sub-sage level. Who knows whether he will be given a few big tricks over time, but Mr. Meng chose to follow his heart.

……

After this episode, Liu Ye almost forgot about the main business and quickly told the purpose of his trip.

"What? You said you wanted to invent something?"

Mr. Meng was frightened by Liu Ye's ambition.

Who is a good person who just wants to introduce the old and bring out the new when he first comes into contact with the Mohist method? This is too ambitious.

"Is this difficult?"

Liu Ye blinked.

"certainly……"

Meng Lao just wanted to say that of course it was difficult, but from the corner of his eye he suddenly caught sight of the hand crossbow hanging on Liu Ye's waist, and he swallowed his words again.

In the end, I could only change my mind: "The tools are all in the warehouse, you can go and tinker with them yourself."

"Thank you, Mr. Meng."

Seeing Liu Ye's impatient look, Mr. Meng shook his head helplessly.

"Sooner or later you will understand that invention and creation are not as simple as you think."

For some things, you will only turn back when you hit the wall. This is why he did not persuade.

Three hours later, when Mr. Meng looked at the craftsmanship light beam falling from the sky, he fell into a daze for a moment.

who am I? where am I?

Can anyone tell me what exactly is going on?