Liu Zhongyi is a Confucian disciple. Although Gao Ge is a student of Liu Zhongyi, the one who can pass by is not Confucianism and Taoism.

Logically speaking, Gao Ge and the literary style here should have been out of reach.

But for some reason, Gao Ge has begun to swallow the literary spirit around him.

This is something that even the serious Confucian scholars, Kong Li and Liu Zhongyi, could not do.

Where to reason?

And Gao Ge slowly calmed down.

He was still a little worried about whether this Confucian literary spirit would cause any trouble when entering his body, but soon he realized that the literary spirit would soon merge with the Star Tree.

Originally, I first broke through the golden light barrier on this small island, and then fought with the dragon for a while. The power of the stars in my body had been almost used, but now it began to fill quickly, just like a flash charger connected to the phone that was almost out of power.

It's so cool.

"Just like this, don't stop, hurry up..." Gao Ge murmured in his heart.

After reading a few words, I felt a little ashamed, so I quickly changed my mind and continued to look at the words on the dragon.

Strangely, Gao Ge thought the words were messy before, but now those characters fell into their eyes but were pieced together to form the complete content.

This is a very wonderful feeling.

The characters are still those, and there has been no change from beginning to end.

But now, those words are as if they are marked with serial numbers when Gao Ge's eyes.

"This is... Feng, Ya, Song..."

Gao Ge's pupils suddenly contracted: "The Book of Songs?"

Gao Ge really knows a little about the Book of Songs.

After all, when I was in school, I secretly wrote a love letter to Meng Jing, which was copied from the Book of Songs. What is the jujube of Guanguan? What is the green collar in the river island? What is the green collar that is lingering in my heart?

If you want to say something else, Gao Ge really doesn't know.

But the Book of Songs can still be distinguished by the songs.

The difference is that when Gao Ge saw those contents, pictures actually appeared in his mind.

...

Endless fields.

A man in a gray robe.

The cloudless sky.

The man was holding a crutch with ornaments, which might be an animal bone or a stone, and there was a little fatigue on his face.

In the farmland, men, women, young and old are

The fields are busy, and the weather may be cooler, and those people are laughing and working, showing a relatively relaxed state.

There were several children sitting on the ridge of the field, both of whom were five or six years old and six or seven years old.

They sat side by side, with pairs of feet soaked in the mud and water. The mud and water were turbid, but loaches were swimming.

Suddenly, someone started to stare.

The pronunciation is a bit strange, not in Mandarin that Gao Ge is familiar with now.

The official words of each dynasty are actually different. In the long river of history, languages ​​are constantly changing. Even if you look at them, hundreds of years ago, they were a different tone, let alone... thousands of years ago.

The songs were gentle and beautiful, and they began to agree one by one, as if this was a song they were familiar with.

The man with a crutch stopped. He looked up, with a smile on his face, closed his ears and listened for a while, then took out the bamboo slip and started recording. If he encountered words that he didn't hear clearly, he would go forward, ask patiently, and then record again.

This is a long process.

In this process, the scene keeps changing.

There are also generals, ministers, princes, elegant literati, and peddlers and pawns...

Pieces of poetry are recorded and then arranged into books and are widely circulated.

...

When Gao Ge opened his eyes again, the fonts seemed to become particularly familiar.

Originally, he thought that time should have passed a long time, after all, to him, it seemed like he was watching a movie.

However, when he came to his senses, everything was still the same as before and there seemed to be no change.

If there is any change...

That is the dragon underneath, falling.

Gao Ge was surprised by this, but before he could think too much, the dragon had already fallen.

Liu Zhongyi and others hurriedly came up.

"Gaoge, are you okay?"

Gao Ge shook his head.

What can you do?

If you have to say something, it is that the Book of Songs that I saw from Long was a bit strange. The power of the stars in his body was probably integrated with the literary spirit, and it seemed that some subtle changes were also produced. This change was difficult to express clearly in words. Before this, Gao Ge had experienced this time.

It was still in Sancheng Temple that Gao Ge successfully achieved the growth of lotus step by step. Then he possessed the Buddha spirit and became a Buddhist son of Sancheng Temple.

Ahem, although

, This identity has not brought enough benefits to Gao Ge so far...

Of course, everything cannot be just about interests. Gao Ge is not such a superficial person.

"This dragon looks quite interesting. Can we take him away?" Yue Xincheng approached and looked at the dragon and said, "Hey, it seems that there are still words on it!"

"Can you understand?" Gao Ge smiled.

Yue Xincheng looked closer and shook his head: "I know some words, but I don't know some words. Well, I basically don't know them, so I can only rely on my thoughts... What kind of font is this?"

"This is a bronze inscription, also called a bell and tripod inscription. It started from Shang Dynasty and was originally engraved on bronze ware. Later, when Qin destroyed the six kingdoms, the bronze inscriptions were gradually replaced." Liu Zhongyi explained on the side.

Hearing this, Gao Ge was a little surprised. He rubbed his eyes and looked at it carefully, but he still couldn't believe it because in his eyes, the words on the body of the dragon were the most common simplified Chinese characters!

Is it to facilitate reading for yourself?

But if so...

That would be too shameful, right?

Could it be that this Long also feels that he has no culture and must not know bronze inscriptions? Haha, this is clearly looking down on himself!

At this moment, the ground suddenly began to shake.

Gao Ge and others looked surprised.

Immediately, a rainbow of light rushed straight towards me.

When the light rainbow landed on the ground, it made a loud bang and left a deep pit on the ground.

Yue Xincheng scattered his feet to check, but as soon as his head reached over, a man suddenly emerged from the deep pit.

"Damn!"

Yue Xincheng was startled, subconsciously exclaimed, and took a few steps back. After standing firmly, he looked closely and was shocked.

"Kong...Captain Kong Shan?!"

Gao Ge and others were also surprised.

Originally, I came to Wenhai to find Chief Kong Shan.

But what they didn't expect was that if they didn't need to look for it now, then Director Kong Shanren himself appeared.

This is really a...

Little naughty?

The eyes of the eldest son of Kong Shan was still a little cloudy, as if he was indescribable fatigue. His eyes passed by Gao Ge and others, and then he stared at the Long lying on the ground for a long time, and finally smiled knowingly.

"I knew you could do it."
Chapter completed!