Lu Yuquan is located on the north side of Lengxiang Pavilion. It is originally an ancient stone well, about one foot square. It is surrounded by stone walls and is extremely deep. The stone wall next to the well is wrapped with vines and it is quiet. Chen Zilong said: "On the right side of Lengxiang Pavilion is

Next to the Thousand People Stone, I think everyone has gone to the front, so it’s no wonder it’s so quiet.” He filled her with water from the bucket next to the well and washed her.

Liu Rushi held the water in her hand with her ten slender fingers. She felt colder than before, and the heat of summer suddenly disappeared. She listened to the bustle of people on the other side of Thousand People Stone, and was anxious to go see the meeting, so she soaked the handkerchief and wiped her cheeks.

Turn around and leave.

Chen Zilong strode to catch up. The two were walking side by side, but he felt a wisp of dark fragrance entering his nostrils. He couldn't help but feel excited and thought to himself: Who is observing like this? It was clearly in accordance with the Diamond Sutra.

That sentence is what I heard. If she took off her Confucian clothes and changed into daughter's clothes, put on a thin layer of makeup, pulled up her eight-treasure bun, inserted a lustrous jade hairpin diagonally, and her clothes were flowing,

With bright eyes and white teeth, you still don’t know how charming you are?

Thousand People Stone is a large dark purple stone, naturally occurring, measuring two acres in size, sloping from south to north, as flat as a stone, majestic and majestic. There are two protruding rocks in the middle, the top surface is flat, and the four walls are as chipped.

, it can seat thousands of people, which is really rare. According to legend, after the tomb of King Helu of Wu was built in the Spring and Autumn Period, more than a thousand tomb builders were gathered here, they set up crane dances to add to the fun, and secretly gave poisonous wine. The craftsmen vomited blood and died of the poison.

, dyed the big stone red, usually the color of the stone is dark purple, but when it rains, it becomes as red as blood. In the Jin Dynasty, the eminent monk Zhu Daosheng gathered people here to lecture on Buddhism, spitting out lotus flowers, and making stubborn stones nod their heads.

Located halfway up the mountain, it is the center of Tiger Hill. At this time, the Thousand People Stone is crowded with scholars in Confucian uniforms, and the huge Thousand People Stone actually seems a bit small.

The conference had not yet begun, and there was only a lot of noise. The dialects and local accents from various places mingled together. Everyone's eyes were filled with excitement. They were talking and laughing while looking towards the center of the big stone. Liu Rushi was short, so he had to get into the crowd and squeeze in.

In front, Chen Zilong was afraid that something might happen to her, so he followed closely behind her.

There is a platform built with wooden boards in the center of Thousand People Stone. There are four chairs lined up in the middle, each chair is covered with brocade. Zhang Pu and Zhang Cai accompanied two people, one thin and one fat, to the stage.

The old man passed to the chief position. The man had cloth shoes and white socks, and was dressed in rich clothes. He was tall and thin, with neat gray beard and hair, and a pair of bright eyes that made people dare not look at him. He scanned the audience

Looking at it, he laughed and said: "Tianru, you are the leader of Fushe, so naturally you should sit in the first seat. I am here today just to watch the ceremony and congratulate you. I shouldn't go on stage to act. It is embarrassing. You don't allow it, so I have to agree to "show" "show"

"How can you be so reliant on your elders?"

Zhang Pu said emotionally: "You are a famous figure in Donglin. If you insist on refusing, who is qualified to sit here?"

"That's fine, as the saying goes: There is nothing better than teeth in the wild, and nothing like a noble in the government. Since we are scattered in the countryside, wandering in the woods, I will be a prostitute." The old man greeted: "Let's go to the fields, then we won't be polite.

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The slightly fatter middle-aged man, wearing a blue cloth robe, with a broad forehead, a long beard and a tall body, looked very much like a general leading troops on the battlefield. When he heard the old man calling his name, he hurriedly stepped forward.

Liu Rushi asked Chen Zilong: "Why do those two people want to sit in the first place because they are so entrusted?"

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"Speaking of the qualifications of these two people, it is not an exaggeration to be the chief. They are the elders of Donglin. The elder is Mr. Qian Muzhai, and the other is his disciple Mr. Qu Qitian. It seems that they have such status

There are not many Donglin celebrities alive." Looking back on the past, Chen Zilong couldn't help but sigh.

"Mr. Mu Zhai's style is truly unique in the world. Even at such an old age, his magnanimity has not diminished at all."

Chen Zilong saw that at such a young age, she was criticizing her seniors like an old friend for many years. He was about to make fun of her when he heard someone shouting: "Mr. Mu----, you are criticizing! The disciples want to be registered in the society, but they refuse to let them.

, is Fushe so intolerant of people?" A man in Confucian uniform, about thirty years old, crowded into the audience, climbed on a pillar and shouted upwards.

Zhang Pu was a little angry when he saw him commenting on social affairs in front of everyone, but when he heard him call him Mr. Mu, he seemed to have a close relationship with Qian Qianyi. Out of sympathy, he smiled and said, "This dear friend might as well come to the stage to give me advice."

Xia Yu Lianhe was so anxious that he winked repeatedly, but he just pretended not to see him.

"Tianru, this man looks familiar..." Qian Qianyi thought, hesitating a little. The man had already run up to the high platform, knelt down in front of him and knelt down and said: "The younger generation from the village pays homage to Mr. Mu, and I beg you to uphold justice."

"You are..." Qian Qianyi still didn't remember who this person was. Qu Shishu snorted coldly: "Why is it you?"

The man bent down repeatedly and said, "Wan Sheng once went to Banye Hall to pay homage to Mr. Mu."

"Oh, you are Zhang, Zhang Hanru?"

"Mr. Mu is good at remembering sex! He is exactly the junior." Zhang Hanru bowed to the ground with a very humble expression.

Qian Qianyi remembered that this man was originally a rich man from Changshu. He spent one hundred taels of silver to donate a scholar. In fact, he never went to Pan to study, but he pretended to be polite and liked to associate with famous people to gain reputation. Last winter,

He asked someone to bring a generous gift to be included on the door wall as a disciple's gift, but he was politely declined and the gift was returned. However, this man still did not give up, and actually spent thousands of taels of silver to search for the Song version of "Yuan Wei's Collection".

It was packed in a brocade box and sent to Banye Hall dressed as a scholar. "The Collection of Yuanwei" is a collection of poems written by Yuan Zhen, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty. Qian Qianyi was very fond of his poetic style and kept a Ming Dynasty reprint and a collection of poems.

There are two kinds of Ming manuscripts, but there are many missing words, which I often feel deeply regretful about. So when I saw the Song version, I looked through it briefly and realized that this copy was the ancestor of the manuscripts and reprints in my collection. It was complete and missing.

He was overjoyed and asked the price urgently, but the calligrapher smiled and did not answer. After asking again and again, he said that this book was a gift from Shao Zongbo's named disciple. If you like it, just keep it, and you don't need half a tael of silver.

Qian Qianyi asked the disciple's name and heard that it was Zhang Hanru. He secretly said that he was lucky. If his family was greedy and ignored it, a Song version of the book was sold as a master and disciple and spread around. Wouldn't his reputation be greatly damaged? So he handed over the book.

Wrapping it up, he said lightly: "It's too expensive, I can't afford it." He sent him away. Thinking of that sordid thing, he still said a little sullenly: "What's the matter with you in Huqiu?"

"I heard that Fushe is holding a meeting here. Wan Sheng and Mu Lao are fellow villagers. They have always been friendly and affectionate, but because of the honor, I want to ask Mu Lao to help me join the Fushe. I hope you won't give up."

"What's wrong with being a country squire? Why bother joining Fushe?"

"All wishes come true."

Seeing Zhang Hanru's embarrassment, Zhang Pu said: "I restored the society and opened the door to recruit heroes from all over the world. Why didn't my dear friend join the society in Changshu, but came to Huqiu instead?"

Zhang Hanru sneered and said bitterly: "The Changshu Fushe is controlled by a few people. The students applied to join repeatedly but were rejected. They had to go to Huqiu to ask questions in person."

Qian Qianyi said: "Tianru, now the power of restoring society has greatly increased, and the world is paying attention to it. The more it is, the less careless it is. You must not lower yourself to the entrance guard, confuse others, accumulate internal troubles, mess up the position, and give people

An opportunity to take advantage of.”

Zhang Pu laughed twice and said: "The auspicious time is coming. It's not good for my dear friend to delay everyone's grand event. He just stepped aside to watch the ceremony. We will discuss the matter of social registration after some time." Worried that Zhang Hanru would keep pestering him, he got up.

Shouted: "The auspicious time has come----" Several people on both sides shouted at the same time: "Please take the throne----"

Zhang Hanru glanced at Qian Qianyi bitterly, stepped back from the stage, and watched from a distance as several young scholars carried a large altar table and set it up. On the table was a glittering Xuande furnace, filled with carefully screened

Fine sandy soil. Several young men in Confucian uniforms lined up in a line, each with his hands hanging on his chest, holding a catalpa wood tablet, which read Gu Xiancheng, Li Sancai, Ye Xianggao, Zou Yuanbiao, Feng Congwu, Chen Dashou, Yang in order.

The official titles and names of Lian, Zuo Guangdou, Wei Dazhong, Zhou Chaorui, Yuan Huazhong, Gu Dazhang, Gao Panlong, Zhou Shunchang, Zhou Qiyuan, Miao Changqi, Li Yingsheng, Zhou Zongjian, Huang Zunsu and others were neatly placed on the altar table.

"Shang Xiang----" a chorus was sung, and the music of welcoming the gods was played.

Qian Qianyi, Qu Shishu, Zhang Pu and Zhang Cai each washed their hands and burned incense to pay homage. Everyone in the audience cheered and knelt together to worship the sage Donglin.

"Wait a minute to salute, my second master has something to say!" Suddenly, several strong men in fresh clothes crowded in front of the stage, all of them with sinister faces, like rich slaves who had been raised by a wealthy family for many years, and spoke to stop them.
Chapter completed!