Chapter 89 The Return of the Little Sage

Chapter 89 The Return of the Little Sage

In the early morning, hundreds of people were standing in front of the gate of Xiaoshengxianzhuang. Xunzi, Fu Wan and Yan Lu stood at the front. What made the disciples envious was that Liang Mu stood next to the three of them at the head of the disciples.

"Uncle Master, why don't you go back and rest first?" Fu Wan said with some worry. Everyone didn't sleep last night, and Xunzi even copied the two couplets all night.

"Humph, I'm not that old yet." Xunzi said unhappily.

Yan Lu, on the side, lowered his head and didn't dare to say anything more.

"A little bit of noble spirit, a thousand miles of wind." Suddenly, two lines of poetry came from the air.

Then a strong wind swept in, blowing everyone unsteadily, and hurriedly used their skills to resist.

Then everyone looked towards the place where the sound came from, and saw several figures in the sky slowly falling down with the strong wind.

"When the clouds are still, the sky is like water, and when the wind stops, the sea is calm." After a few people fell, two more lines of poetry were read out, and the strong wind suddenly dissipated.

"Brother Su." Liang Mu's face was happy, and he said hurriedly.

Fu Wan and his companions were still shocked by the strange phenomenon just now. They also noticed that a strong wind appeared as the poem was recited, and then after another sentence, the wind stopped suddenly. The two poems corresponded to the wind rising and the wind stopping respectively.

"I am Su Zi, and I have met all the masters." Su Yu bowed slightly.

The few people came back to their senses and then hurriedly returned the greeting.

"The Confucian Xiaoshengxianzhuang respectfully welcomes Mr. Su." Fu Wan said.

Then everyone behind him saluted together.

At this time, Yan Lu's eyes fell on the few people behind Su Yu, and finally stopped on Yue Shen, and his expression suddenly changed.

"I didn't expect that it was the right protector of the empire, Lord Yue Shen, I am rude." Yan Lu said to Yue Shen.

"Right protector? Yin Yang School?" At this time, Fu Wan and Xunzi also looked at Yue Shen. They knew that Yan Lu had been to Xianyang many times and had met many masters and nobles in Xianyang.

"Yue Shen, I have met several masters." Yue Shen also returned the greeting slightly.

"Here...please sit inside." Fu Wan said after a slight pause.

Then, many Confucian disciples separated on both sides, bowed slightly, and made way.

Su Yu and others followed in. After entering the gate, they found that there were more Confucian disciples inside, and they were all respectfully paying respect.

Yan Lu looked at Su Yu, who was walking in the front, and Yue Shen, who was following closely behind, with full of doubts. You should know that Yue Shen's status is not low, but now he is following this person named Su Zi like a follower. If he hadn't seen Fu Su, he would almost think that Su Zi was Fu Su.

Su Yu and others were taken to a small building next to the lotus pond, surrounded by lotus flowers, which was very artistic.

After Su Yu sat down, Yue Shen and others also sat down behind him. This master-servant sitting posture surprised Xunzi and the other two.

"I left in a hurry yesterday. I apologize to you." Su Yu said with a bow.

"I dare not, I dare not." Fu Wan said hurriedly.

"Excuse me, Mr. Su, what kind of skill is the couplet you left in the library yesterday? It's so magical." Fu Wan asked directly.

Su Yu smiled and said.

"This is the great spirit, also known as the literary spirit."

"Literary spirit?" The three people asked in confusion.

"Huh? Didn't you teachers cultivate the literary spirit?" Su Yu said with a hint of surprise.

"Uh... this, please help me, Mr. Su." Fu Wan said a little embarrassed. Even though he read thousands of books, he didn't cultivate any literary spirit.

Su Yu opened the fan, fanned himself twice, and then said slowly.

"The so-called literary spirit is the power of heaven and earth and the great spirit that scholars realize after reading and studying. In my opinion, the so-called Confucian is to sacrifice oneself for righteousness and die for the sake of benevolence. Scholars cultivate spirit with literature, temper courage with literature, and use poetry and articles as strength to condense the talent of heaven and earth and turn the invisible into the visible."

"Hiss..." The three people just took a breath of cold air after hearing it. Using poetry and articles as strength, isn't this a fairy tale?

"This...this...Su Zi, are you..." Fu Wan wanted to say that Su Yu was bragging, but he was afraid of being rude, so he could only stutter.

Su Yu smiled, then stood up and walked to the window.

The lotus outside was beautiful, but because of the season, only a few of them were in bloom, and most of the others were still buds.

"Everyone, do you like lotus flowers?" Su Yu suddenly said.

Xunzi and the other two also stood up and walked to the window.

"Of course, lotus flowers are known as gentlemen, and they can represent the will of our generation of scholars." Yan Lu said.

"Su has a poem for you three." Su Yu said.

The eyes of the three people suddenly lit up.

"We are all ears."

"After all, in June, the scenery of Sanghai is different from that of other seasons. The lotus leaves are endless and green, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun." Su Yu read softly.

However, although the voice was very soft, everyone in Xiaoshengxianzhuang heard it clearly, as if it was right next to their ears.

"Look." At this time, Su Yu pointed to the lotus pond and said.

The lotus flowers, which were still in bud, swayed as if they had come to life after Su Yu finished reading the poem, and then bloomed one after another, and the fragrance of the lotus flowers immediately filled the air.

"How is it possible, how is it possible." Xunzi murmured to himself.

"This, this, is it really because of the poem you read?" Fu Wan said excitedly.

"The drizzle moistened the water pavilion, and the flower wind fluttered and broke the duckweed." Su Yu continued.

I saw that it suddenly began to drizzle outside the window, and the rain instantly fell into the lotus pond, splashing water.

"It's raining, look, it's raining in the lotus pond."

At this time, the disciples outside were also surprised by this scene and said that the light rain only fell on the lotus pond, and it was still sunny in other places.

Fu Wan and the other three were stunned.

Gradually the light rain stopped, and Su Yu also returned to her seat. At this time, the three of them reluctantly returned to their seats.

"It's incredible. Could it be true?" Fu Wan said.

"I was just a little Daoer just now. Literary talent and talent are not just the two kinds of phenomena. The literati writes and talks on paper; the literati kills the enemy and speaks in words; the literati gets angry and speaks sharply. The great scholar comes and criticizes with words and pens. He can kill people or judge them. The emperor is unruly and wants to defeat the country. This is a true scholar, not a nerd who only knows what others say." Su Yu's voice exploded in the ears of the three of them.

"What..." Xunzi's body trembled slightly.

After Fu Yanlu heard it, his blood boiled with excitement. They could already imagine the scene described by Su Yu. That is what scholars should do.

"Plop..." Yan Lu suddenly stood up and knelt down, and then crawled directly to the ground. This was a Confucian gift, which represented the five-body surrender.

"Student Yan Lu, I would like to worship Su Zi as my teacher, and please accept my literary style." Yan Lu said excitedly.

"Uh..." This time it was Su Yu's turn to be stunned. He's too pretentious. He doesn't know how to teach people to cultivate literary spirit.

"Ding…"

"Congratulations to the host for triggering the hidden mission and successfully deceiving three Confucian-level masters. The reward will be a random draw."

Su Yu ignored this illogical system and raised his hand slightly. Yan Lu, who was kneeling on the ground, was suddenly lifted up by a gentle force.

"Master Yan, I can't help you with this. As Confucian masters, it stands to reason that you should learn to inspire your own literary heart and literary courage. Everyone has a literary heart, but you have not activated it. In the final analysis, today's Confucianism only I know how to read and study, but I don’t really understand the meaning of the articles and poems.”

"Let's see, these are also famous scholars in the world, so I will plant the seeds of civility in their bodies." Su Yu said.

"What Su Zi said is absolutely true." Yan Lu said quickly. Then he went straight to Su Yu and sat down cross-legged in an orderly manner.

"Without indifference, there is no clear ambition; without tranquility, there is no far-reaching goal." Su Yu read two lines of poetry, and then a ball of milky white light appeared in her hand. After Fu finished, the three of them looked at it with wide eyes, and suddenly felt a resonance, a warmth as warm as the sun. a feeling of. Su Yu put her hand on Yan Lu's head, and the ball of light suddenly disappeared into his head.

Yan Lu immediately felt an extra energy in his body, and his eyes showed excitement.

"This literary spirit can only last three months. During these three months, you can try to use some articles and poems to communicate the literary spirit. Remember, you must fully understand the articles and poems, otherwise it will only be a waste of literary spirit. When the literary spirit disappears, you have not yet understood it. There is nothing Su can do." Su Yu said. In fact, this is a different kind of Qigong transfer, just imitating the inner strength and passing it on to others.

"Yes, thank you Su Zi." Yan Lu saluted. This time it was a student's gift. Although Su Yu did not say that he would be his disciple, Yan Lu regarded himself as a student.

Then Su Yu used the same method to instill literary energy into Xunzi and Fu Wan. Of course, the lost literary energy in his body was quickly replenished by internal strength.

At this time, Su Yu's face turned pale, giving people a look of exhaustion.

"Su Zi, are you okay?" Fu Wan was shocked.

At this time, everyone also noticed Su Yu's pale face and gathered around him.

"Master, Master, are you okay?" Jiang Ni stepped forward and was the first to come to Su Yu, holding Su Yu's arm and said.

"I'm fine, I just consumed too much." Su Yu said with a smile.

"It's all your fault." Jiang Ni looked at Xunzi and the others with murderous intent all over his body.

"Yes, yes, we were careless." Xunzi apologized quickly.

The three of them also reacted immediately. Su Yu continuously transmitted literary energy to the three of them. This was definitely an act that shook the foundation. They were also martial arts practitioners, so they naturally understood, and couldn't help but feel ashamed secretly.

"Su Zi, please come with me, go down and take a rest first." Fu Wan said quickly.

"That would be troublesome."

Su Yu nodded, then left the small building with the support of Jiang Ni and Yueshen, and followed Fu Wan.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my nephew, you and I are so rude today. This teaching of martial arts is extremely dangerous. Why didn't we think of it?" Xunzi said in annoyance.

"It's all my fault. Uncle Master, I'll go down and ask someone to prepare some supplements." Yan Lu also slapped himself and said.

"Go quickly, don't be careless." Xunzi said quickly.

In this way, Su Yu moved into Xiaoshengxian Manor with her excellent acting skills.