As he spoke, he lowered his head and looked around, as if he was also observing the strange sight of flowers blooming everywhere. "My friend is truly a remarkable person, with such ability. Today, I listened to your talk about determination from afar, and I understood it, but my doubts also piled up, so..." Next comes the questioning. Li Qingcha knew that his level was definitely not enough to fool Wei Xian, so he interrupted and said, "The more you know, the easier it is to discover your ignorance. This is normal." The more you know, the easier it is to discover your own ignorance... This sentence is counterintuitive, but in the eyes of a group of Confucian scholars who are searching for answers, it is the most appropriate summary. Wei Xian's eyes lit up. "My friend, how do you explain this?" "There is no end to learning," said Li Qingcha. "Hahaha, good, good! What a great saying, 'The sea of learning has no boundaries'!"
"Mr. Wei, thank you for your compliment. Actually, I may be trying to evade you by saying these words, but there is nothing I can do about it, because some things can only be understood, not expressed in words. It is really hard to explain." This one sentence blocked Wei Xian's request for advice. Wei Xian pondered for a moment, then clapped his hands to all the disciples and teachers. "That's all for today, Jingwu. You stay." After that, he turned to Li Qingcha and introduced him, "Fang Jingwu, my direct disciple." As the direct disciple of the headmaster, his future must be limitless. Li Qingcha looked at it a few more times. Fang Jingwu looked to be less than 20 years old, handsome, with a straight body, and a hint of righteousness. With a well-fitting blue shirt, one could not help but think of the word "gentleman". He saluted Li Qingcha, "Sir." Li Qingcha waved his hands, "No, no, I just said a few words casually, there is no need to show such courtesy." Fang Jingwu didn't respond and stubbornly finished his greeting. Li Qingcha quickly avoided the front and looked at Wei Xian beside him. Wei Xian stroked his beard and stopped him, saying, "Okay, Jingwu, the person who can write 'I can't bear to exchange my fame for a quiet drink and a low song' should hate these red tape the most." Fang Jingwu suddenly realized: "It was the student who was reckless." Li Qingcha was quite embarrassed and apologized desperately to Liu Yong, the real protagonist of "He Chongtian", in his heart. Wei Xian said, "Mr. Siwei, would you like to visit the White Egret Academy?" Li Qingcha nodded. I don't see any malicious intent, so it should be okay to follow him. Moreover, Wei Xian's strength is definitely stronger than Kuang Taichu's. Without a particularly good reason, it is better not to refuse.
She followed Wei Xian and Fang Jingwu. Two in front and one behind, the three of them walked towards the back mountain of Bailu Academy. The back hill of Bailu Academy is full of fairy air, and every flower and tree seems to have spirituality. There were wild rabbits and deer hopping around, not afraid of people. When they spotted the three climbers, they stared at them for a while before hiding back in the shadows of the trees. "Further up is the academy's forest of stele." Wei Xian pointed to the middle of the mountain. "Forest of Steles?" Li Qingcha was puzzled. "Confucianism values inheritance. Haha, that's not right. Any tradition values inheritance. In short, capable Confucians, starting with the saints, would carve their words into steles to warn future generations. As more and more people did this, the Forest of Steles was formed. Unfortunately, the steles carved by the saints were lost somewhere, and successive presidents of the White Egret Academy wanted to find them, but all failed." "what a pity." "I heard your sincere tone, and I felt very sorry for you." While chatting, they came to the Forest of Steles. Unlike what he had imagined, Li Qingcha originally thought that the stone tablets in the Forest of Steles were just randomly placed. But the reality is that most of the stone tablets are not preserved in the open air, but protected by glazed covers. What's more, some of them stand in a small pavilion, which looks like a temple of merit from a distance. "How?" Wei Xian asked. "I am deeply shocked." Li Qingcha replied. "In that case, you should not mind hiding the chapter of determination in the Forest of Steles." "Hey?" Although Li Qingcha had a hunch, he didn't expect the other party to be so direct. Wei Xian smiled and waved his hand, "Jingwu, go ahead." Fang Jingwu bowed and said, "Yes!" After saying that, he walked quickly to a stone tablet lying on the ground. Li Qingcha took a look and found that the stone tablet was newly cut. Because it had not been worn or oxidized by wind and frost, the rough edges of the cut stone were still clearly visible. This is crazy... Is this the new material cut yesterday? Li Qingcha could see that this group of Confucian scholars had probably been planning those four sentences for a long time. She coughed lightly, "Mr. Wei, this..." Wei Xian said: "My dear friend, please don't be surprised. Please don't be surprised." "..."
"I just couldn't help but... Hey, Confucian scholars, I don't believe there is anyone who can't help but get excited after hearing the phrase 'bringing peace to the world for eternity'." Okay, if you are strong, you are justified. Li Qingcha was too lazy to say anything more. His mind raced as he began to figure out whether he could get some benefits from the other party. On the other side, Fang Jingwu had already taken out the carving knife. His heart was surging. Being able to carve those four sentences would probably make my name go down in history. When I thought about the fact that words like "I carved this for Zi Jing of the Fang family" would appear in the Confucian classics of later generations, my hands couldn't help but tremble. Fang Jingwu took a deep breath and calmed himself down. when-- The sound of metal clashing with stone was heard. however, "what?" Fang Jingwu made a puzzled sound and stared at the stone tablet. Can’t carve it? how can that be! As a benevolent person, the seventh rank of Confucianism, he had already passed the eighth rank of self-cultivation. There was absolutely no reason for him to fail in carving words on a stone tablet. But the reality is that there is not even a trace left on the stone tablet. Fang Jingwu looked at his hands in surprise. Unable to understand! Chapter 24 Can We Be More Shameless? Fang Jingwu swallowed his saliva, held the hammer in his right hand and the chisel in his left hand, and exerted force for the second time. when-- Still no use. Sweat fell drop by drop. "Jingwu, what's wrong?" Wei Xian asked. "Teacher, I... I seem... I can't carve it." Fang Jingwu hesitated for a long time before answering. Can’t engrave? Wei Xian was stunned for a while, then he walked to the side of the stone tablet and squatted down. He stretched out his right hand and slowly brushed across the stone tablet. He felt the extremely high temperature and the heat surged like a wave, so hot that he couldn't help but retract his hand.
"Keep your mouth shut," he muttered. Li Qingcha glanced at Fang Jingwu and found that the latter also had a confused expression on his face. Confucian scholars also don’t understand. This is interesting. "Director Wei, what do you mean by keeping your mouth shut?" Li Qingcha asked. Wei Xian didn't respond. The Confucian school of thought can make people keep silent about certain facts, and even has the ability to create a false common memory, thereby making history irrelevant. But the problem is that there is no first-grade Confucian monk nowadays! Wei Xian himself was only a second-rank scholar. "Give it to me." He held out his hand. Li Qingcha: ??? Fang Jingwu: ??? "Give me the chisel." Wei Xian said. "Oh, yes!" Fang Jingwu handed over the carving tools. Wei Xian took it and took a deep breath. knock! buzzing- There was a long, loud bang, like a thousand bells ringing, Li Qingcha was surprised to find that the glass cover of the nearby stone tablet was actually shattered, and the fragments were spread on the ground, each one as small as a soybean. at the same time, "teacher!" Fang Jingwu suddenly shouted. Li Qingcha looked over. I saw Fang Jingwu kneeling down, supporting himself with his hands on the ground, looking like he had a splitting headache. "Calm down!" Wei Xian scolded. In fact, his complexion was not good either. He was as pale as if he had not slept all night. Beads of sweat as big as beans floated on his forehead and stuck to his hair, making his hair stick to his forehead, making him look like a madman. Of the three people present, only Li Qingcha was unharmed. "Um... are you guys okay?"
Wei Xian could only smile bitterly, thinking that Li Qingcha was really amazing. He was not a Confucian monk, but his words and deeds were so powerful. If this person were a Confucian scholar, he might be able to achieve first-class status. What a pity, what a pity... He sighed, collected his thoughts, Moving your eyes to the stone tablet, you can see that the first “为” in “為天地立心” has been completed. Wei Xian's heart was stirred, and he hammered again.