Chapter 186

I am looking up, above the moon, how many dreams are flying freely

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In Jinshan Academy, Li Shaoping and his classmates sat under the cliff of the back mountain, listening to the music coming from the mobile phone next to them, with a look of enjoyment on their faces.

"This song "Above the Moon" is not inferior to the most dazzling national style, it is really beautiful."

"Yes, I have listened to it several times, and every time I listen to it, I feel my soul is flying."

"No, no, no, I still think that the song "Madam Shexiang" is the best. You have been here, and your years are legendary.

The azaleas do not wither for hundreds of miles, the Wumeng Mountains are connected to the mountains outside the mountains, and the moonlight sprinkles on the Xiangshui Beach. What a poetic sentence, and the melody is also very beautiful."

"Madam Shexiang is indeed beautiful, but I still prefer the moonlight in the lotus pond. I am like a fish in your lotus pond, just to wait for the bright moonlight with you. How beautiful, listen to this song When I sang the song, I felt as if I had turned into a small fish, swimming slowly in the lotus pond under the moonlight, and my mood became much more ethereal. "

"This duo called Phoenix Legend is really amazing, and every song is so beautiful."

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Just when this group of people were immersed in the music, a young man slowly came down the mountain. This young man was dressed as a scholar, holding a scroll in his hand. He didn't even raise his head when walking, but he could easily cross the steep path in the mountain. Wherever he passed, white lotus flowers spread under his feet.

Before he approached the cliff, Li Shaoping and others discovered his presence.

"Hey? Isn't that Brother Xinzhe? How come he is here at the cliff for studying?"

"Lotus blossoms with every step, this is a strange phenomenon. Brother Xinzhe is probably about to break through the Hanlin realm and become a god of immortality."

"Tsk tsk tsk, a god of immortality less than 200 years old, it's simply terrifying. Why can he improve so quickly when they are both scholars?"

"You don't know this. I heard that Brother Xinzhe was the top scholar of a secular dynasty before he started practicing Confucianism. He was proud of his youth, but later suffered a broken heart. He finally had a great enlightenment and put all his attention on studying. He is probably the only one in our Jinshan Academy who doesn't have a mobile phone."

"Don't say anymore, he is coming towards us."

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While everyone was talking, the young Confucian scholar they called Brother Xinzhe walked leisurely to the bottom of the cliff for studying. He found an open space and sat down at random, his eyes never leaving his book.

After Li Shaoping and others looked at each other, they ignored him and continued to enjoy the music.

At this moment, the song ended and automatically switched to the next one.

After a moving prelude, the lyrics emerged.

The wind blows the sand and the butterfly loves the flower, a story that will last forever...

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That midsummer, you left home with your bag on your back

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Missing you day and night, praying that you will not change your mind

At the beginning, Li Shaoping and others did not think there was anything wrong with this song, but as they listened, they vaguely sensed the emotions contained in the song.

"Huh? Is this a new song? It should not be sung by Phoenix Legend."

"Although it is not sung by Phoenix Legend, it is also very nice."

"Why do I feel that this song sounds a little sad."

"It is indeed a little sad, it feels like a wife alone at home waiting for her husband who is out to come home."

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What the few people did not notice was that at the moment the song sounded, Zhang Xinzhe, who had been immersed in the book, suddenly changed his face.

In a trance, an illusion appeared in front of him. In the illusion, his childhood sweetheart stood by the bamboo bridge to see him off, looking forward to his return to marry her on the day of high school.

The scene changes again, he successfully passed the imperial examination and became the top scholar, and then was chosen by the princess of the dynasty as her husband.

He refused the marriage on the spot in the court, but soon he learned from his fellow villagers that his lover had married someone else after he left, so he was heartbroken and finally chose to marry the princess who loved him.

Time flies, when he returned home in glory and came to his former residence, he only saw a green tomb, and the person buried in the green tomb was his childhood sweetheart.

The news from his fellow villagers was just a rumor fabricated by the princess, and his lover was waiting for him until his death. He was heartbroken and regretful when he learned the truth...

He thought he had forgotten these past events, but when this song sounded, they came back like a tide.

Every word of the lyrics pierced his heart like a sharp cone. He seemed to hear the crying of his former lover, and seemed to see his former lover kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, divining over and over again, and asking God over and over again.

Pain! It hurts so much!

Crack!

There were faint sounds coming from his body, and his solid mind, which was not affected by the mobile phone, was covered with cracks at this moment.

His Confucian and Taoist realm, which was about to break through to the Hanlin realm, also fell rapidly.

Wow!

In the end, he spit out a mouthful of blood at the scroll in his hand and collapsed on the big bluestone.

Noticing this scene, Li Shaoping and others who were listening to the song immediately panicked and ran to his side to check the situation.

"Brother Xinzhe, what's wrong with you!"

"Why did you get so badly injured?"

"Quick! Go and call the dean!"

"Brother Xinzhe, what's going on?"

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Hearing everyone's concern, Zhang Xinzhe, who was seriously injured and vomiting blood, hurriedly looked at the mobile phone that was playing the song and said weakly: "Close... Close..."

"Close? What do you mean?"

"Brother Xinzhe, you want to say Guan Guan Jujiu."

"It's so late and you're still thinking about studying, brother Xinzhe, you're really..."

While everyone was talking, Zhang Xinzhe held his head with a painful face and cried out, and the next second he fainted.

Not long after he fainted, a student who had just left came to Zhang Xinzhe's side with a long-bearded old man with a refined temperament and wearing a blue-gray Confucian robe.

And this long-bearded old man was the dean of Jinshan Academy, the contemporary great Confucian Kong Xiu.

Seeing Zhang Xinzhe, who was on the ground with a weak momentum and blood on his face, Kong Xiu's face changed immediately.

"Director, Brother Xinzhe was reading a book just now, but suddenly he vomited blood and fell to the ground. What is the reason?"

"Yes, Director, looking at Brother Xinzhe's appearance, he is probably seriously injured."

Hearing everyone's words, Kong Xiu immediately carefully checked Zhang Xinzhe's injuries. After a check, there was a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

"The literary heart is broken, the literary palace is damaged, what happened to him?"

"Hiss! The literary heart is broken, the literary palace is damaged! This is too serious, how could it be like this?"

Just when everyone was in doubt, a scholar with a Jinshi degree suddenly seemed to think of something.

"Do you think it is possible that Brother Xinzhe pushed himself too hard and the pressure was too great, so he had a demon in his heart."

As soon as this was said, everyone present immediately showed a thoughtful look.

"Brother Youtao is right. Brother Xinzhe only knows how to study and never asks about other things, not even touching his mobile phone."

"I saw a senior on Douyin before saying that being too obsessed with cultivation will breed inner demons, and cultivation should be appropriately relaxed. It seems that this senior is right."

"So, you can't think about studying all day, it's better to play with your mobile phone occasionally to relax."

"Fortunately, I insist on playing with my mobile phone every day, otherwise I will end up like Brother Xinzhe."

"You should take Brother Xinzhe as a warning, combine work and rest, and don't rush for success."

At this moment, even Kong Xiu had to agree with what everyone said.

"It seems that this mobile phone can't be completely banned."

After saying that, he looked at Zhang Xinzhe on the ground with a look of pity.

The literary heart is broken, the literary palace is damaged, and the road of Confucianism is considered to be useless from now on. In this life, let alone improvement, it is good enough that his cultivation does not regress.

"How should he go in the future, hey!"