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Volume 1: Heaven is Dead Chapter 46: Tao Te Ching and Women¡¯s Proverbs

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    The stars and the moon shine together, and everything is silent. Only the leaves are blown by the cool breeze, making a slight rustling sound.  Jiang Yan was in the room carefully studying the Taoist book in front of him. This Taoist book was just useless to King Wei and others, but Jiang Yan came up with a brilliant idea.  Taoist books allow Taoist fortune-tellers to understand the essence of Taoism and turn their understanding into exercises.  Of course, if you don't have real attainments in Taoism, it would be a dream for you to suddenly write out the laws of heaven out of thin air, let alone a fifteen-year-old boy like Jiang Yan. Most of the people who can write such essence are from the earth.  Immortal level person.  It is not without reason that Taoism is called the home of earthly immortals.  It¡¯s just unfortunate that Jiang Yan is an exception.  The memory of his past life allowed Jiang Yan to read the amazing Spring and Autumn History of Yan and Huang, and Jiang Yan was no stranger to Taoism.  Among them, the famous "Tao Te Ching" is a Taoist classic.  Jiang Yan can also memorize most of the Tao Te Ching silently using the forced memory method, but the only worry is whether Lao Tzu's work can be written in this Taoist book. After all, Lao Tzu exists in the Yanhuang world, and he is  The true leader of Taoism, fortunately the Tao Te Ching has not been spread, at least in the Daxuan Dynasty it was just a vague legend.  Jiang Yan took a deep breath and used his mental skills to keep himself in a state of supreme tranquility and far-reaching peace.  The right hand holds the pen, infusing the life force into the pen and integrating it with the life force of the Taoist calligraphy.  After thinking for a moment, I wrote the first word.  The burning life force turned into a light smoke and dissipated in the Taoist book, leaving no trace.  "Huh?" Jiang Yan saw that no matter how he wrote, he couldn't write a single word.  "What's going on?" Jiang Yan thought for a moment and immediately understood the reason.  Of course it won't work if you just write down some words. The real essence of Taoist books is that the recorder himself has reached a state of understanding of what he wants to write. Otherwise, those words are like the sad Spring and Autumn Period of scholar-bureaucrats, nothing more than moaning without illness.  After figuring this out, Jiang Yan did not give up.  The memory of two lives has given Jiang Yan a little more understanding than ordinary people. Although he cannot comprehend the essence of Taoist philosophy in the Tao Te Ching, it is at least rough.  Jiang Yan calmed down his complicated thoughts, put down his pen, walked to the window and opened it.  A few parasol trees outside the house rustled, the moonlight was clear, flowing like a gauze covering the sky, the whole world was quiet, there were no disputes, no killings and no complicated thoughts. In this late night, everything in the world was gone.  As if falling asleep.  Now the deep tranquility makes Jiang Yan's vision extend, and his heart suddenly broadens. A mysterious feeling slowly penetrates in this silence. The tranquil night seems to have faded away in Jiang Yan's eyes and returned to its original state.  Principles that can be expressed are not eternal principles; concepts that can be expressed are not eternal concepts; what cannot be called is the beginning of heaven and earth; what can be called is the origin of all things; so we often observe the origin of the world from an invisible point of view.  Wonderful, often observing the original expression of the world from tangible China.  The tangible and the intangible have the same origin, but have different names A voice appeared in Jiang Yan's mind, and he was suddenly enlightened and enlightened.  He strode to the desk, holding a brush, and dragons and phoenixes danced across the Taoist books.  There is no hesitation, the writing movement is natural and flows like flowing water.  The Taoist books also recorded Jiang Yan¡¯s experience without hesitation.  I saw it written above.  "The Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao; the name can be named, but it is not named; the nameless is the beginning of heaven and earth; the named is the mother of all things. Therefore, there is always no desire to observe its wonders, and there is always the desire to observe its subtleties. The two have the same origin but are different  Name. The same is called Xuan, and Xuan is the door to all wonders. " "Everyone in the world knows that beauty is beautiful, and this is evil" "If you don't respect the virtuous, the people will not fight" Jiang Yan stopped writing, and his whole body was exhausted.  He was completely drained, but looking at the words in the Taoist book, Jiang Yan showed an ecstatic expression.  There are already three chapters of the Tao Te Ching in the Taoist book. The Tao Te Ching is divided into Tao and De, with a total of 81 chapters. Being able to write the first three chapters into the Taoist book is already a very big progress.  "If the original version of the Tao Te Ching were to be written down, I don't know what the exercises are. Jiang Yan was thinking wildly and felt exhausted. He was about to go to bed to rest and regain his vitality.  Suddenly, I heard a call from Mrs. Mi.  Jiang Yan rushed out of the room and saw Mrs. Mi in shock.  "Madam, what's wrong?" "Yan'er, that screen is haunted." Madam Mi hid behind Jiang Yan with a frightened look on her face, she was very cute.  "Screen, the screen of the female historian's picture?" Jiang Yan asked.  "That's it. Madam didn't see you when she got up in the middle of the night and came to find you. She saw a woman on the screen" Mrs. MiI can't say the last ghost word.  Jiang Yan said, madam, how old are you, how can you still be afraid of ghosts?  "There are still many things that Madam is afraid of. Stop making trouble and go help Madam look at the screen." Madam Mi said coquettishly.  Walking into Mrs. Mi's room, the room was clean and tidy, with the body fragrance of the young woman after waking up from a lazy sleep. The screen with pictures of women's history given by King Wei was not far from Mrs. Mi's bed. The maid's makeup on it was still lifelike. Could it be that this  The copied pictures must have frightened Mrs. Mi.  "It appears again." Mrs. Mi pointed at the screen.  Jiang Yan was thinking about it when he suddenly saw moonlight shining through the screen. The entire screen seemed transparent, and the maid's eyes in the picture actually moved to look at them.  This sight gave Jiang Yan goosebumps all over his body.  "That King Wei is so hateful. He actually sent such an evil thing. Yan'er, throw it away." Mrs. Mi cursed.  There is a screen with moving eyeballs in front of the bed that scares me to death.  Jiang Yan walked to the screen and took a closer look. The maid's eyes on the screen returned to their original positions.  "There are fates and immortals in the Yanhuang world. Even if there are ghosts, Jiang Yan is not surprised. There is a saying that ghosts are afraid of people. It is ridiculous to be afraid of a dead person if they are not afraid of living people."  Jiang Yan walked around the screen. When he walked to the other side, the eyes of the lady in the picture had moved, which was very strange.  "Yan'er." Mrs. Mi was confused.  ¡°Madam, I really don¡¯t want this screen anymore.¡± Jiang Yan asked.  "No, no, no, I'm not a saint painter anyway, so what's the use of it." Mrs. Mi was disgusted.  "Okay." Jiang Yan waved his hand, summoned the Lung Sword, and swung it towards the screen.  The golden sword light circled around the screen.  "Ah, Yan'er, why did you ruin it?" Mrs. Mi was shocked. Although it was not an authentic painting by Gu Kaizhi, the painting was extremely good and could be sold for a lot of money. This kid was really wasteful and ruined it.  The screen was torn apart and disintegrated.  Mrs. Mi looked distressed, and her millions of dollars flew away.  Mrs. Mi sighed, and at this moment, she saw Jiang Yan picking out something from the broken screen.  "This is" Jiang Yan was stunned.  "What's the matter? Yan'er." Mrs. Mi stepped forward and found that Jiang Yan was holding a long scroll in his hand. The long scroll was as thin as a cicada's wings and was separated into sections. There were six sections in total. Each section of the scroll had a painting on it.  The female portrait on the painting is extremely well depicted, with brushwork like a spring silkworm spinning silk, with both form and spirit. The picture is elegant, tranquil, yet bright and lively.  The lines in the picture are circular and graceful, even and graceful, and the characters' clothes are flowing and the images are vivid.  Mrs. Mi was stunned.  "Hey, this picture is somewhat similar to the picture on the screen just now." Mrs. Mi pointed to a picture of a lady making up on the silk.  ¡°Of course it looks like it, this is the original version.¡± Jiang Yan exclaimed.  "Original version??" Mrs. Mi blinked, suddenly woke up, and opened her mouth in shock: "Yan'er, is this the authentic work of the painting saint?" "That's right, a genuine painting of female history, with a total of six paragraphs.  "Jiang Yan replied firmly. The lines of the silk paintings were natural. Only the realm of a painting saint could make an ordinary painting look like life. In this painting, Jiang Yan clearly felt a strong destiny.  .  With painting as merit, only Gu Kaizhi in the Daxuan Dynasty could do it.  "Is it really true? How come the painting of the Painting Saint is inside the screen?" Mrs. Mi still couldn't believe it.  Jiang Yan didn't quite understand, but he thought that this painting was hidden in a screen that was a copy of Gu Kaizhi's painting of women's history. Maybe something happened, so he had no choice but to do this. He was afraid that people would destroy the original work, so he used a million-dollar copy to copy it.  The reason why Jiang Yan thinks so is that there are only six sections of the twelve-section Proverbs of Female History.  "Yan'er, how do you draw on the screen?" Mrs. Mi asked curiously.  "Gu Kaizhi's paintings of the ladies' eyes are very vivid. At night, the moonlight comes out from the screen. When the light is slightly darker, you can feel that the eyes of the ladies on the screen are moving." Jiang Yan found this strange, so he split the screen to take a look.  The truth.  "I wonder how much this picture of female historians can be sold for?" Mrs. Mi was thinking about it.  Jiang Yan laughed and scolded: "Madam, don't always think about money. This painting is the secret treasure of the Painting Saint. Madam, you should use it for practice." "Madam is not a destiny person." Madam Mi smiled bitterly. At her current age, she has been unable to do anything about it.  It¡¯s time to practice martial arts.  "The sage said that you know your destiny at forty. Even if you are forty, it is not too late to practice. You just need the right skills." Jiang Yan weighed the picture of the female historian. These six paragraphs were enough to make Mrs. Mi's life fly by.  Mrs. Mi was dubious.  "Madam can cultivate one's life, so I'll give this Heavenly Order to Madam. Just in time, I'll be able to go to the border in a while so I can rest assured Madam."??.  "Jiang Yan smiled. "Mrs. Mi hesitated for a moment, saw Jiang Yan's serious eyes, and said softly: "Madam, I understand."  "Jiang Yan didn't expect to have such a big harvest tonight. Not only did he successfully write the first three chapters of the Tao Te Ching, but Mrs. Mi also got the authentic painting of the female history admonitions of the painting sage to practice. "The next day, Mrs. Mi also broke down the chat.  She gave it to her servant and went to the manor in Qingye Town with Jiang Yan to start practicing the Women's History. Jiang Yan did not lie to her. The first paragraph of Mrs. Mi's practice of the Women's History is "Quietly thinking about herself, Rong Xian expects."  "When the concubine sat upright in the picture, her ordinary destiny was fully activated. This is indeed the masterpiece of the Earth Immortal. On the first day of practice, Mrs. Mi's destiny reached Tinghou. " And Jiang Yan also wrote the Tao Te Ching day and night, but the Tao Te Ching went to the back.  The harder it is. Considering that the Huanglong Martial Arts Competition is just around the corner, Jiang Yan can only give up in order to maintain his life. Because Xuanling Wuxue once said that he has no defensive moves, Jiang Yan spent a lot of money to buy a few skills.  Fa Xian practiced. In this way, five days passed in the blink of an eye. Because Tianyi Guizai has been more inspired recently and has been writing more relaxedly, Tianyi will probably update more every day, and Tianming will have at least one every day.  A chapter.
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