Great Blue Night Watchman

Lin Su took this step and the cliff disappeared. There was only a wide river. By the river, a man in short clothes and short sleeves held a giant ax and looked at him quietly.

On the tree next to it, there is a big word written: Mo.

On the west mountain, before Lu Yi could fully shake off his pride, he was shocked by the huge word ink.

Mo family?

Princess Yufeng frowned slightly: He is also proficient in the ways of the Mohist family. The various utensils he made are enough to show that he is proficient in this way. However, he does not know how to compare this way...

Yes, people all over the city asked the same question.

The man in short clothes in front smiled slightly: The way of Mohism is to use all things for one's own use. There is a river in front of you and me, there are thousands of trees behind you and me, and we have an ax in our hands. Look at me, who can control the boat first? How about reaching the other side?

Outside the Confucian Temple, Zhang Haoran slapped himself on the forehead: Academic competition has turned into boat building competition. Does White Deer Academy want a dog-face? Does he look like a carpenter?

Yes, this is clearly making things difficult. White Deer Academy is so shameless.

On top of the Western Mountain, several women's eyes were focused on the green man: How is his hands-on ability?

Green clothes almost jumped...

How is his hands-on ability? He was so lazy that he wished he could have someone else take care of him when he went to the toilet. When did he do it? The most they can do is draw drawings and let Sister Chen implement them. The only thing they are more interested in doing is probably taking off their sisters' clothes...

In front of the Wen Dao wall, Lin Su stared at a huge ax in front of him and smiled: Competing with the Mohist method, are you sure you are doing real things? Rather than talking about theory?

The Mohist master smiled and replied: The best is to apply what you have learned!

Applying what you learn is really a literary theory!

Everyone in the city felt something was wrong, but they couldn't tell what was wrong...

Okay then, let's compete!

Lin Su agreed immediately, and even Zhang Juzheng frowned...

The Mo family elder slowly raised the ax in his hand: Grandmaster Lin, you can start cutting down the trees.

Lin Sudao: Who told you that you have to cut down trees to build a ferry?

The elder laughed loudly: What will we do if we don't cut down the trees?

For example, this axe!

Zhang Haoran and Huo Qi looked at each other...

What does he mean?

The words of the great road?

Why can't you understand?

Together with the experienced hands of the Mo family, a big tree fell down and quickly turned into a pile of ship planks, almost turning into a boat at a speed visible to the naked eye. With various ingenious connections and various incredible combinations, the boat gradually took shape.

Lin Su suddenly raised his hand: Fire!

The flames formed by Wen Dao's power shot towards the giant ax in his hand. The giant ax melted rapidly and the juice deformed, forming the shape of a boat.

About half a quarter of an hour later, a boat appeared in front of both of them.

In front of the Mo family elder was a wooden boat, but in front of Lin Su was an iron boat.

Haha, Grandmaster Lin is really subversive. I can tell you that boats are used to cross rivers. If your boat sinks when it hits the water, is it still a boat?

With a roar, the wooden boat entered the water.

He floated up.

At this moment, the iron boat landed next to him. Lin Su stepped on the boat and said leisurely: My boat has been launched into the water. Has it sunk?

Elder Mo's eyes suddenly straightened...

The whole city was stunned...

How is it that an iron ship can be launched into the water without sinking?

Is it the power of literature and art?

No, it's impossible!

This river is not a regular river, and the inherent rules cannot be changed with the power of literature and morality. If his boat cannot float in nature, it will not float here even with the power of literature and morality...

However, how can a ship made of iron float on the water?

Countless people are stuck in dead ends.

The Grandmaster of the Mo family slowly relaxed his brows: The iron boat entered the water, and it turned out to be Lin Lang, a master of craftsmanship. Unfortunately, Grandmaster Lin still lacks one thing. How can a boat cross the river without an oar?

Lin Su smiled: Who told you that my boat has no oars?

Where's the paddle?

Lin Su's bow sank, and the stern of the boat tilted up, revealing something like a fan blade underneath.

This is a paddle too, I call it a propeller!

Elder Mo looked at this completely different oar and suddenly had a sense of crisis. It would be a joke for such an oar to appear under any boat, but if it comes from his hand, it should not be underestimated...

Set off!

The wooden oars flew, and the boat shot forward like an arrow...

Lin Suwen got lucky, and the propeller suddenly rotated rapidly. With this rotation, water splashed everywhere, and the boat rowed a white splash and moved forward quickly, ten times as fast as him!

All the onlookers were stunned. For the first time, they saw a strange thing spinning in the water and pushing the boat forward at a speed ten times faster than an ordinary oar.

You...what's your point?

When the Mo family elder shouted, Lin Su had already passed by him, and his voice came from afar:

Even if I tell you, you won't understand this truth, so bye!

His voice was ruthless, and his speed was even more ruthless. The distance between the two quickly widened, with an incredible gap widening to the point that everyone was stunned.

The embankment is just ahead. As long as he reaches the embankment in front, it will declare the failure of the Mohist elder.

No! The elders and men of the Mo family were all excited...

Lin Su's boat has reached the river embankment!

With a bang, the river behind him plummeted. The Mo family elder's boat was ruthlessly overturned, and his people also fell from the sky...

The river disappears, the boat disappears, the scene of the long river in the wild completely disappears, goodbye to the green waters and green mountains of White Deer Academy!

The Mo family elder fell from the sky and landed on the ground. Looking at Lin Su on the Rainbow Bridge above, he was completely dumbfounded...

Everyone in the city was turned to stone.

Even the women on the Western Mountain are like this.

After a long time, Princess Yufeng exhaled softly: Is it really possible to use steel as a boat and a propeller as a propeller?

Green's face turned red: Before he invented the white cloud edge, perfume, and textile loom, who really believed that they would become a reality? This is not an answer, but it is also an answer!

In the memorial pavilion, Lu Tian let out a long breath: The Mohist way is so great! Lord Ding, have you seen the role of this ship in military affairs?

The person sitting opposite him was about forty years old. Although he was a little fat, he was in good spirits. He was Ding Jiye, the former magistrate of Luzhou and the new minister of the Ministry of War.

Ding Jiye's eyes flashed: This boat can be used to verify Mohist theory, but if it is used in reality, it is nothing more than a dream.

Are you talking about a dream? Lu Tian narrowed his eyes.

Ding Jiye said: Exactly! Mr. Xiang, even if steel can really make a boat, it must be unusually heavy. It is difficult to propel it even an inch on the water. In war, it is not all about the hardness of the hull. The battle is about speed. Using steel If a boat cannot be propelled, isn’t it no different than a steel coffin?”

How do you conclude he couldn't have managed to push forward?

Ding Jiye laughed loudly: How to advance? Each ship is equipped with a few great scholars to drive it with literary energy? Or should he use his usual magic method?

Lu Tian's expression darkened.

This is the reason why he doesn't like Ding Jiye. They are both ministers of the Ministry of War, but Zhang Wenyuan is not as arrogant as him.

But he also had to admit that Ding Jiye was right. To drive the propeller, it needed power. Lin Su was driven by literary spirit, which was not feasible in reality. Who among the real boatmen had literary spirit? It is obviously unrealistic to have several great scholars on one boat.

…

A thick book appeared in front of Lin Su. On the title page of the book, there was a big word written: On!

The third level is about Taoism.

This is the greatest expression of the institution’s heritage.

The holy way is all-encompassing and discusses the Tao, focusing on the understanding of the holy scriptures...

Lin Su opened the book and stepped inside. Thirty-six great scholars were sitting side by side inside. Lin Su was not familiar with these great scholars, but if he thought about it with his toes, each of them would be a peak when viewed from the outside world.

If a gentleman is not serious, he will not be powerful; if he is learned, he will not be solid. He is loyal to his master and has no friends as good as himself. On the other hand, Grandmaster Lin is frivolous and dissolute. Has he strayed from the holy path?

This sentence comes from the Analects of Confucius, which says that a gentleman needs to be solemn, otherwise he will have no majesty, combining Lin Su, whose nature is frivolous and dissolute, which is contrary to the holy way.

Lin Sudao: A gentleman's heart is upright, and his actions are upright. If he has something to do, he will have no rules. The outline is the purpose, and the purpose is the outline. Being obsessed with the outside and neglecting the inside is the knowledge of a villain!

He also quoted the words of a Confucian sage, telling this great Confucian that when looking at people, look at their inner self, not just at the surface. People who look at the surface are just ignorant people.

This fight is so solid.

The first scholar's expression changed drastically and he sank, and Lin Su took the first step.

Followed by the second person: The saint does nothing...

This passage comes from the Tao Te Ching.

Lin Su also responded to the holy words in the Tao Te Ching and took the second step...

This argument was not exciting in the eyes of the people in the city because they did not understand it at all.

However, when it fell into the ears of the great Confucian scholars and scholars in the city, it was like hearing about the Great Dao.

The person who asked the question made a wonderful question, and the person who answered the question gave an even more wonderful answer. I don’t know when the sky was filled with holy light. As Lin Su walked forward step by step, lotuses grew under his feet, and so did his lips and teeth. Shining light, on the Western Mountain, I don’t know when the flowers will bloom, and the peach blossoms all over the mountain seem to have returned to spring again.

The students of White Deer Academy may have had some dissatisfaction with Lin Su at first, because Lin Su came to challenge what they thought was a sacred institution. However, with the random quotations of the holy mantras and the exquisite interpretation, they All dissatisfaction has been forgotten, and all thoughts are obsessed...

On the Western Mountain, Bi Xuanji breathed out softly: I have some doubts about his real intention of entering White Deer Academy today.

The four women looked at each other, what do you mean?

Bi Xuanji said: We originally thought he was just going for Qu Feiyan, but now I feel that he seems to want to completely subvert the literary pattern of the capital.

The hearts of the girls were beating wildly at the same time...

Subvert the literary pattern of Beijing?

The highest point of literary education in the capital, with three courtyards and one pavilion.

Currently, there is only one pavilion standing behind him, Wenyuan Pavilion.

Wenyuan Pavilion has been targeted by the three academies recently.

If he single-handedly suppresses White Deer Academy today and takes down one of the four pillars of literary education, the landscape of literary education in the capital will really change.

The pattern of culture and education is closely connected with the political arena and the dynasty. Basically, those who have culture and education win the world.

Does his strong comeback mean that he will no longer survive in the cracks in the political arena, but will take the initiative?

This guess vaguely circulated in Bi Xuanji's mind, but she did not dare to say it because the matter was too sensitive.

…

Thirty-six Taoists, more than half have been lost!

No matter how profound these great Confucian scholars are on the holy way, Lin Su can always find powerful viewpoints from the holy way to refute it. The sects of the holy way involved are no longer limited to Confucianism, Taoism, and Legalism...

Lin Su's breadth of knowledge, profound views, quick reactions, control of traps, and exquisite layout are all vividly demonstrated.

Zhang Haoran was confused. He thought he was in the same realm as Lin Su. However, during this discussion, a word came to his mind called Gao Shan Yang Zhi.

Even his father Zhang Juzheng was surprised. Where did this kid learn the Holy Word Commentary? Why is it so exquisite? Could it be that it was really taught by my father? Dad, this is not a good thing for you. Instead of passing it on to your own son, you pass it on to this half-assed person.

Qu Wendong stood on the roof of the study, his eyes filled with light.

Qu Zhe sat in front of the window, his face flushed, as if he were drinking fine wine. Lin Su's understanding of the Holy Way was generally in line with the Notes on the Holy Word in his hand, but there were still many things that jumped out of the Thirteen Notes. He was truly such a person. Wen Daodao, every word is a supplement to his knowledge...

As for Bailu Academy, everyone was anxious.

Discussing the Tao is a big competition of comprehensive knowledge. Thirty-six elders, all the top masters of the Dao discussing in each department, have lost more than half of their power in the blink of an eye. Is it really impossible to stop this evildoer?

If he breaks through the barrier of discussion, who else in White Deer Academy can stop him?

At this moment, a cave halfway up Bailu Mountain suddenly opened...

Two young men stood side by side on the mountainside. One was dressed in purple and the other was in white. They were elegant and graceful. Standing on the mountainside, they looked like they were not in this world. From a distance, they looked like two handsome young men. But if you look closely, you could see that they had red lips and white teeth and bright eyes. They were clearly two young men. A pretty lady.

The Dao Pass can't stop him! The man in purple said, licking his red lips.

Yes! His understanding of the holy way has completely surpassed the level that the world can understand. The man in white replied.

Sister... do you want to have sex? the man in purple said.

The light in the eyes of the man in white flickered slightly: White Deer Academy, after all, carries the expectations of the temple, and its reputation for thousands of years cannot be destroyed by him alone!

Lin Su had defeated thirty-one people, leaving only the last five.

The five great scholars were all sweating on their backs.

They couldn't understand why he could master any holy way at his fingertips. They were full of confidence at the beginning, but now they have turned into ice and snow under the sun, slowly melting away...

Outside the gate behind him, dozens of poetry masters were even more nervous.

If the barrier of talking about the Tao is broken, then they must go up and build the barrier with poetry to block the powerful enemy.

As for poetry, they were the last thing they wanted to compete with him. With his ability to write colorful poems and understate the poems handed down from generation to generation, even the saints of poetry could not stop him. Comparing poems with him was purely Show your ugliness.

Grandmaster Li, come on. If you compete with him with Fei Xue's poem, you will surely give him a blow.

That Grandmaster Li's white beard trembled: He is strong in poems about romance, flowers, snow and moon... If I hadn't invited Grandmaster Zhou to do it, Grandmaster Zhou's frontier fortress poems would be one of a kind.

Master Zhou's face turned pale: The highest level of frontier poetry is war poetry...

When the topic came to war poems, everyone was worried. Only the best frontier fortress poems will become war poems. This person has already written four war poems, two of which are colorful and two of which are handed down from generation to generation. What do you think of frontier fortress poems? Compare? …

Suddenly a voice floated over: Everyone, please step aside! I will take over the Shici Pass!

All the masters retreated one after another as if they had been pardoned.

Several young masters looked at the two young figures on the Rainbow Bridge and were a little confused. Who is this, speaking so loudly?

Grandmaster Li's voice reached the young grandmaster's ears, and the young man's whole body was shaken...

The group bowed and retreated, leaving the stage of Rainbow Bridge completely to these two young people.