Chapter 1277 Extra: Scholarly spirit, the wrong era
"The heaven and earth have righteous energy, which is mixed and flowing. Below it is the rivers and mountains, and above it is the sun and stars. In people, it is called Haoran..."
In a quiet corner of the country, there is a dilapidated ancient Confucian academy, in which lives a young man.
Every morning, the young man would stand quietly in the academy, slightly tilting his head to face the rising sun and reading aloud. The sound of reading was full of charm, with a sense of leisurely antiquity, penetrating through the layers of clouds and mist, and echoing between heaven and earth.
Whether it was windy or rainy, his voice of reading would always ring out on time, day after day, year after year, and never change. Over time, his voice seemed to carry the vicissitudes of life and the charm of ancient myths, ringing in the sky and earth, becoming a unique feature of this dilapidated academy, attracting countless people from far and wide to come and listen.
The former Confucian academy is now a scenic spot, and he is like the monkey, attracting many tourists to watch.
This young man is called An Xiu, the owner of this dilapidated Confucian academy, and he is already 33 years old. Although his handsome face is a little thin, he looks very energetic, especially his clear eyes, which are like the soul of the whole person, making people feel bright.
He was born here, lived here, studied here, and will die here.
This dilapidated academy was passed down from generation to generation by his ancestors. It was passed down to him, and no one knew how many generations it had been passed down. Tracing its history, no one knew which dynasty it originated from.
Time has passed too long.
Although the academy is in a dilapidated state, it houses countless ancient books, including classics, philosophy, history, and collections... They are so numerous that it is like a vast ocean of books.
Every day, An Xiu would read in the library with a cup of tea, or play the piano to the plum blossoms under the eaves with a beautiful woman by his side, or play chess with passers-by on a chessboard in front of the door, or write casually under the lamp, or paint after drinking. His days were extremely leisurely and comfortable.
Everyone who knew him said that An Xiu should not have been born in modern times, but in ancient times.
He was dressed in blue, had read thousands of books, and exuded a strong scholarly aura. In ancient times, he would have been an authentic Confucian scholar.
It's not the right time for scholars to be so ambitious!
After reciting the "Song of Righteousness", An Xiu became full of energy and looked very high-spirited.
In the past few years, An Xiu has been studying harder, spending almost all his time on reading, even less on playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and truly reading thousands of volumes. After reading the classics, he read the philosophy, after reading the philosophy, he read the history, after reading the history, he read the anthology... He has already memorized the thirteen Confucian classics.
Poems, lyrics and articles are also beautiful in my mind.
Even he didn't know why. He just had a feeling in his heart that urged him to study.
It seemed that something was waiting for him.
At this time, a very young and beautiful woman walked into the academy. She was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, very beautiful, a little quiet, and naturally exuded a feminine temperament.
At this time, she stood quietly a few meters in front of An Xiu, looking at him silently.
"You're here." An Xiu looked at the woman tenderly and smiled slightly.
The woman still stood there quietly looking at him without saying anything, her face gloomy and she seemed to be in a bad mood.
"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood? I'll play a song for you." An Xiu asked with concern.
"No, let's break up." The woman was silent for a while, and finally spoke. Her voice was slightly sobbing, as if she was a little reluctant.
An Xiu was stunned when he heard this, then he looked at her quietly and asked seriously, "Really?"
The woman burst into tears, nodded heavily, and sobbed, "An Xiu, how long have we known each other? It's been seven years, seven years. When we met, you were like this, and seven years later, you are still like this, never making progress, not taking anything to heart, not caring about anything. You only guard your academy and your library tightly, what else have you cared about, what else have you cared about? You are already thirty-three years old, what else do you have besides the academy?"
An Xiu was sad and just looked at her quietly without saying anything. "You will only live in this book forever, dreaming your dream of being a scholar. What can it do now? You have nothing except a pile of old books." The woman cried.
"..."
An Xiu felt sad, and then said to the woman reluctantly: "I know."
"An Xiu, you bastard! Even though we broke up, you still don't care..." The woman still cried and ran out.
You have nothing but a bunch of crappy books!
An Xiu quietly watched the figure of the woman running away, his expression a little sad, and then he couldn't help laughing a few times and said loudly: "In the morning, I recite the sages, and in the day, I see the mountains and rivers, and there is boundless tranquility; in the evening, I enter the ancient times, and the world is full of leisure! Haha..."
The voice sounds bold, but it actually hides a hint of sadness.
Then, he walked back alone.
In a corner of the academy, there is a huge stone ten feet high, with two sentences carved on it.
At this time, An Xiu walked to the huge rock again and looked at the two sentences quietly: Heaven is vigorous in its movement, and a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement; Earth is in a low position, and a gentleman should carry the world with virtue.
The words on the boulder are like falling stones, summer clouds, bent gold, and crossbows. They are full of imagery in all directions and ambition in all highs and lows. They are not like those written by ordinary people.
This huge stone was dug out from the basement of the academy by An Xiu several years ago.
"Zangshan Academy..."
An Xiu recited quietly. Over the past few years, he had searched through countless materials and ancient books, but still could not find any information about Zangshan Academy. It seemed that this Zangshan Academy had never existed in the world.
After thinking for a while, An Xiu quietly walked to the library of the academy, picked up an ancient book about ancient mythology and began to read.
"There are nine states in the sky and ten kingdoms on earth, but I have searched countless ancient books and only found some scattered records. Among the nine states, there are Shenzhou, Ruzhou, and Xianzhou; among the ten kingdoms, there are..."
An Xiu muttered, somewhat absent-mindedly, as if he was in a trance.
This is a "Nine Provinces and Ten Kingdoms" of unknown age and without any records. Many historians believe that this is just a legend fabricated by ancient people.
Kyushu and Ten Kingdoms, it doesn't exist at all.
One day passed as Anxiu was quietly reading.
Staying in the study at night, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, avoiding the fame and wealth of the world, the plowshare of the heart quietly breaks the ground in silence. A desk lamp casts a quiet orange soft light, peaceful and quiet, calmly opening the book, the wise creature in the book is pouring out intriguing philosophical words.
As the night deepened and the people grew quieter, An Xiu finally recited loudly: "Ten thousand volumes of ancient and modern books pass by in the daytime, a window of dusk and dawn sends the passing years away, haha..."
Fall into a deep sleep!
In his dream, An Xiu dreamed of the Confucian academy called "Zangshan Academy". In the academy, there was a master, but his face could not be seen clearly.
No, I can't see it.
……
……
(End of this chapter)
"The heaven and earth have righteous energy, which is mixed and flowing. Below it is the rivers and mountains, and above it is the sun and stars. In people, it is called Haoran..."
In a quiet corner of the country, there is a dilapidated ancient Confucian academy, in which lives a young man.
Every morning, the young man would stand quietly in the academy, slightly tilting his head to face the rising sun and reading aloud. The sound of reading was full of charm, with a sense of leisurely antiquity, penetrating through the layers of clouds and mist, and echoing between heaven and earth.
Whether it was windy or rainy, his voice of reading would always ring out on time, day after day, year after year, and never change. Over time, his voice seemed to carry the vicissitudes of life and the charm of ancient myths, ringing in the sky and earth, becoming a unique feature of this dilapidated academy, attracting countless people from far and wide to come and listen.
The former Confucian academy is now a scenic spot, and he is like the monkey, attracting many tourists to watch.
This young man is called An Xiu, the owner of this dilapidated Confucian academy, and he is already 33 years old. Although his handsome face is a little thin, he looks very energetic, especially his clear eyes, which are like the soul of the whole person, making people feel bright.
He was born here, lived here, studied here, and will die here.
This dilapidated academy was passed down from generation to generation by his ancestors. It was passed down to him, and no one knew how many generations it had been passed down. Tracing its history, no one knew which dynasty it originated from.
Time has passed too long.
Although the academy is in a dilapidated state, it houses countless ancient books, including classics, philosophy, history, and collections... They are so numerous that it is like a vast ocean of books.
Every day, An Xiu would read in the library with a cup of tea, or play the piano to the plum blossoms under the eaves with a beautiful woman by his side, or play chess with passers-by on a chessboard in front of the door, or write casually under the lamp, or paint after drinking. His days were extremely leisurely and comfortable.
Everyone who knew him said that An Xiu should not have been born in modern times, but in ancient times.
He was dressed in blue, had read thousands of books, and exuded a strong scholarly aura. In ancient times, he would have been an authentic Confucian scholar.
It's not the right time for scholars to be so ambitious!
After reciting the "Song of Righteousness", An Xiu became full of energy and looked very high-spirited.
In the past few years, An Xiu has been studying harder, spending almost all his time on reading, even less on playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and truly reading thousands of volumes. After reading the classics, he read the philosophy, after reading the philosophy, he read the history, after reading the history, he read the anthology... He has already memorized the thirteen Confucian classics.
Poems, lyrics and articles are also beautiful in my mind.
Even he didn't know why. He just had a feeling in his heart that urged him to study.
It seemed that something was waiting for him.
At this time, a very young and beautiful woman walked into the academy. She was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, very beautiful, a little quiet, and naturally exuded a feminine temperament.
At this time, she stood quietly a few meters in front of An Xiu, looking at him silently.
"You're here." An Xiu looked at the woman tenderly and smiled slightly.
The woman still stood there quietly looking at him without saying anything, her face gloomy and she seemed to be in a bad mood.
"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood? I'll play a song for you." An Xiu asked with concern.
"No, let's break up." The woman was silent for a while, and finally spoke. Her voice was slightly sobbing, as if she was a little reluctant.
An Xiu was stunned when he heard this, then he looked at her quietly and asked seriously, "Really?"
The woman burst into tears, nodded heavily, and sobbed, "An Xiu, how long have we known each other? It's been seven years, seven years. When we met, you were like this, and seven years later, you are still like this, never making progress, not taking anything to heart, not caring about anything. You only guard your academy and your library tightly, what else have you cared about, what else have you cared about? You are already thirty-three years old, what else do you have besides the academy?"
An Xiu was sad and just looked at her quietly without saying anything. "You will only live in this book forever, dreaming your dream of being a scholar. What can it do now? You have nothing except a pile of old books." The woman cried.
"..."
An Xiu felt sad, and then said to the woman reluctantly: "I know."
"An Xiu, you bastard! Even though we broke up, you still don't care..." The woman still cried and ran out.
You have nothing but a bunch of crappy books!
An Xiu quietly watched the figure of the woman running away, his expression a little sad, and then he couldn't help laughing a few times and said loudly: "In the morning, I recite the sages, and in the day, I see the mountains and rivers, and there is boundless tranquility; in the evening, I enter the ancient times, and the world is full of leisure! Haha..."
The voice sounds bold, but it actually hides a hint of sadness.
Then, he walked back alone.
In a corner of the academy, there is a huge stone ten feet high, with two sentences carved on it.
At this time, An Xiu walked to the huge rock again and looked at the two sentences quietly: Heaven is vigorous in its movement, and a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement; Earth is in a low position, and a gentleman should carry the world with virtue.
The words on the boulder are like falling stones, summer clouds, bent gold, and crossbows. They are full of imagery in all directions and ambition in all highs and lows. They are not like those written by ordinary people.
This huge stone was dug out from the basement of the academy by An Xiu several years ago.
"Zangshan Academy..."
An Xiu recited quietly. Over the past few years, he had searched through countless materials and ancient books, but still could not find any information about Zangshan Academy. It seemed that this Zangshan Academy had never existed in the world.
After thinking for a while, An Xiu quietly walked to the library of the academy, picked up an ancient book about ancient mythology and began to read.
"There are nine states in the sky and ten kingdoms on earth, but I have searched countless ancient books and only found some scattered records. Among the nine states, there are Shenzhou, Ruzhou, and Xianzhou; among the ten kingdoms, there are..."
An Xiu muttered, somewhat absent-mindedly, as if he was in a trance.
This is a "Nine Provinces and Ten Kingdoms" of unknown age and without any records. Many historians believe that this is just a legend fabricated by ancient people.
Kyushu and Ten Kingdoms, it doesn't exist at all.
One day passed as Anxiu was quietly reading.
Staying in the study at night, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, avoiding the fame and wealth of the world, the plowshare of the heart quietly breaks the ground in silence. A desk lamp casts a quiet orange soft light, peaceful and quiet, calmly opening the book, the wise creature in the book is pouring out intriguing philosophical words.
As the night deepened and the people grew quieter, An Xiu finally recited loudly: "Ten thousand volumes of ancient and modern books pass by in the daytime, a window of dusk and dawn sends the passing years away, haha..."
Fall into a deep sleep!
In his dream, An Xiu dreamed of the Confucian academy called "Zangshan Academy". In the academy, there was a master, but his face could not be seen clearly.
No, I can't see it.
……
……
(End of this chapter)
