The moment before, the delicious food that was still fragrant was stinking in the blink of an eye. All the civil and military officials covered their noses and even threw away all the rotten meat inside.

Just as everyone was trying to avoid the stench, Su Lin quickly recited again:

"I can't eat when I stop the cup and throw the chopsticks, I draw my sword and look around in a daze."

A rush!

All the chopsticks on the table seemed to have spirituality and fell to the ground. The buzzing sound was the sound of a sword, and no one knew where Lin Ye pulled out a sword at this time.

He was obsessed with the sword and looked around. The confused feeling revealed in his eyes was very determined, which made people look at him and unconsciously lower their heads.

"What a sword draw. In this illusion, Su Linba is not a sword, but a kind of concern in our thoughts and hearts. Being content with the status quo and luxurious life is the wine and delicacy mentioned in the previous sentence..."

The Grand Tutor Wu Jin couldn't help but clap his hands and said with a cheering, "How to give up such a luxurious life? Why should we give up? It is to seek our own breakthrough and be uneasy about the status quo. The changes we need to make are only a little... destroy the way to obtain this luxurious life, stop the cup and throw the chopsticks... throw all the chopsticks, break through all the obstacles, draw out the sword that you want to move forward bravely... Looking around, with a firm look, who else can resist?"

This is a sharp weapon in thought, which is this sharp sword tightly held in Su Lin's hand. It is not a physical sword, but a illusion of thought. In this illusion, true and false, but it makes people feel like dreams.

Following Su Lin's poems and thoughts, everyone frowned. As the Grand Tutor Wu Jin said just now, in such a state of uneasy living, in order to seek breakthroughs and changes, they had to stop the cup and throw chopsticks and draw their swords and look around.

So what's next?

What breakthrough will be made after giving up such a comfortable and stable life? What will be wonderful?

Hot blood!

It surged in an instant.

Who will be content with the status quo and then die so old and dead day after day over the long period of time?

Our lives, our thoughts, are we born to make us live and wait for death?

No destruction but no establishment!

Such thoughts are the thoughts that truly constantly transcend and pursue the wonderful life!

A rush!

The whole ideological illusion of the banquet suddenly began to crack, and everyone felt a dizzy and a biting cold. When they looked back again, Su Lin's third sentence came in response.

"If you want to cross the Yellow River to block the ice, you will climb the Taihang Mountains with snow."

In front of me was the surging Yellow River, more than ten miles wide, and everyone was forced to ride in a small boat and wanted to cross the river! The Yellow River that I passed on on the surface. But in fact, this is a river of heart, the hurdle in everyone's heart that hinders their thoughts.

Perhaps it is the severity of all kinds of rights and the exchange of various interests. How can the thoughts be as innocent as children?

What do you want to do!

Then something comes to hinder.

It is already dangerous and difficult to cross the Yellow River. But now, with the sudden cold wind blowing, the entire Yellow River is frostbite.

Now, the scene that everyone sees before him is what Su Lin saw when crossing the Yellow River. Thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow, and the boat sailing on the river was suddenly frozen on the river.

In fact, it is not only the bed that is frozen, but also the vigorous blood, which is also forced by the cold air that is difficult to hinder.

A mountain suddenly appeared in front of you. You were about to climb the mountain, but you encountered the cold air and thick snow, covering the entire mountain.

How to overcome such difficulties and obstacles? One obstacle after another is standing in front of you. Have you given up?

Faced with this situation, any official present seemed to empathize. Among them, who was not passionate and wanted to rely on their own ideological power to make a great contribution, help the country, and even the entire human race, stand on the top of the continent.

But what happened later?

If you are unable to match your thinking, you will never see the possibility of realization of your life's ideals. Instead, you fall into the struggles of various interests and factions, and you will never be able to maintain a passionate childlike heart.

"Thinking without evil" is the state of thought in the "Book of Songs" mentioned by Confucius. Therefore, once the thought is dirty, it will no longer be innocent. How should we reflect on ourselves?

"I was free to fish on the green stream, and I suddenly rode a boat and dreamed of the sun."

Then, Su Lin had just finished reciting the frozen Yellow River and the snow-covered Taihang Mountains disappeared in an instant. In front of him was a blue stream, clear stream water, as innocent as a child's heart. Jiang Ziya caught the king and prince here, and a small boat came, around it, the sun and moon hanging down, and the one sitting on the boat was Yi Yin, the important minister of Shang founding.

When encountering difficulties and obstacles, these two people can break and then stand up. When they encounter many difficulties, they can calm down and find their childish hearts on the Bixi River while fishing freely, so that their thoughts are innocent.

"It's difficult to walk! It's difficult to walk!

There are many roads, and now we are here.”

Sighing again and again is Su Lin's voice, and the unanimous feelings of these civil and military officials at this time. How difficult the road of life is, how difficult, and the road is complicated. Where is the real road?

Cultivating thoughts, pursuing ambitions, maintaining passion, and walking on the path of thought, but encountering so many missteps. There are thousands of roads, and where to go, I am afraid this is the most difficult choice every Confucian scholar encounters when practicing thoughts.

When Su Lin sighed, everyone raised their hearts to their throats. In the Zhijiao, Zhihai's thoughts boiled in an instant, and bubbles of various questions were ripping out. Want to know... In this poem about the country, Su Lin gave a solution to such a crucial question?

"The wind and waves will sometimes hang on the clouds and sails across the sea."

Nothing else, when Su Lin's last sentence was completely released as if he had accumulated countless strength, everyone was in front of him and entered a sailboat again. In front of him was the boundless sea. The long wind on the sea could allow the sailboat to break through the waves. Although he could not see the goal ahead, there was no need to think too much on the vast sea. Adhering to the heart of this child, his mind was innocent, and not blinded by the extravagant and stable life, he could finally reach the other side of his thoughts!

"My thoughts are innocent, I have the heart of a child. Even if you set up countless obstacles and difficulties, what can you do to me? I will hang on the cloud sails and immediately reach the sea..."

After reciting the poem, Su Lin began to use his thoughts to guide the ideological power emitted by the civil and military ministers of the court.

Su Lin turned all his thoughts into a spear of thought, pointing directly at the Minister of Rites Zhao Tian and others. With the power of thought in the illusion, he made a loud question to their sea of ​​wisdom.

"Ah! No... Su Lin, you... you actually used poetry and illusions to deal with me. So what if I want to harm you? Will I, a dignified Hanlin Grand Secretary, be punished by you? Even if I have ideological flaws, can you break through my sea of ​​wisdom?"

Feeling Su Lin's aggressiveness, Zhao Tian became excited, "Since you want to take this opportunity to kill me, that's also my chance. My military thought has been integrated into your poems. Do you think you can really control it?"

With a sudden thud, Zhao Tian had a ferocious face, and the military thoughts surged out of his wisdom, trying to subvert the illusion and retaliate against the poet Su Lin. But suddenly, his face changed drastically, and his whole body fell backwards, as if a mountain of tens of millions of pounds was pressed down in front of him.

"It turns out to be like this. You use this illusion to inspire everyone to think about life and Tao. Then concentrate these thoughts and think about me to kill myself... Su Lin, you are too... too sinister!"

Zhao Tian was stunned. Although his military strategist thought was powerful, the Hanlin Grand Secretary's literary position was several levels higher than Lin Ye, he was definitely not the opponent of so many officials present to unite their ideological power! Even though Su Lin only collected a small part of the ideological power leaked by everyone, the accumulation of this total amount was enough to completely crush Zhao Tian.

puff!

Not only did Zhao Tian suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, Zhihai began to collapse, and even some officials following him were hurt to varying degrees, and their thoughts began to be strongly burned.

"You want to harm me! But I didn't expect that I didn't forget to settle the score with you."

Su Lin looked at Zhao Tian, ​​who was slowly beginning to collapse, and smiled and said, "The heart of a child is to be innocent. I stick to my true heart. Even if you have the chance, I can't punish me. But there are too many flaws in your heart, and my thoughts are already penetrated by lust and are blinded by lust... How can your thoughts reach the great way? So I just need to follow the hole in your flaws and poke gently..."

Crazy...

The surrounding illusions began to fade away like fragments, and everything returned to normal. Yonghe Palace was still the same Yonghe Palace. The wine in the golden cup was still filled with a strong fragrance, and the delicious food on the table still made people saliva.

The music and dance started to sing again, and everything seemed to be back to its previous appearance. However, only Zhao Tian, ​​the Minister of Rites, was covered in blood, and a huge depression appeared at the position of his eyebrows and mind. With a thud, he fell to the ground and died. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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