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Chapter 974: Works, a sensation!

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    Although Honghuang's Taixue is extraordinary, their methods of teaching and cultivating students are obviously still a bit backward, not advanced, so Bu Feifan also quoted and borrowed some teaching methods from previous lives, and improved them to make Jixia Academy  The teaching method of the palace should be improved.

    It's a pity that although Zhang Liang and Han Fei are very talented and learned, but after all, they are limited by the influence of the prehistoric environment and the limitations of their vision. Even if Bu Feifei put forward some advanced theories from the previous life, they are often still at a loss.  The eyes are blank.

    Therefore, Bu Feifan has been in a state of desperation recently after doing his best.

    At the same time, in order to strengthen the influence of Jixia Academy and academic knowledge, the most basic Taixue Dao Eight Cultivations of Taixue cannot be slackened. Therefore, during the recent period, Bu Feifan not only compiled his currently used poems into a book  , also changed and revised some of the poems that could be used in the previous life, which is more suitable for writing physical works in calligraphy after the prehistoric era.

    And the piano scores of previous lives are also included, such as "House of Flying Daggers", "Swordsman" and so on.

    Along with calligraphy and painting skills, the shadow drawing and line drawing of the previous life are also annotated in detail. In addition, even the memory of oil painting, Bu Feifan has slightly brought it over.

    It can be foreseen that once these works and annotations come out, what kind of shock will be caused in Jixia Academy, no less than thunder rolling in the sky.

    Of course, this is also the official purpose of Bu Feifan, to attract many scholars and Confucian scholars to join Jixia Academy with unique skills, but Bu Feifan only puts his works in Jixia Academy, and strictly prohibits them from being published.

    This also led to the fact that, apart from Jixia Academy, even the Seventy-two Academy of Taixue Dao could not learn these things. In this way, the attraction of Jixia Academy to Taixue can be imagined.

    "It's finally done!"

    Bu Feifan stretched, then stood up, and behind him was a pile of books, all of which were the fruits of his days.

    After finishing all this, Bu Feifan notified, and quickly called a student, and with an order, the student immediately moved all these works to the upper school palace respectfully.

    Then, Bu Feifan also walked towards the upper floor.

    As soon as he reached the upper floor, he found that there was no one in the inner palace. Just when Bu Feifei felt strange, there were countless exclamations from the outer palace.

    "Are these all the writings of Confucian leaders?"

    "Is this a work of poetry? Why hasn't this poem been circulated in the prehistoric times? The intention is so lofty. It's like a day at the end of the mountain, and the Yellow River flows into the sea. If you want to see a thousand miles, go to a higher level."

    "It's just a daydream, so you can feel the majesty of this poem, and the vastness of the scenes depicted are really wild and boundless. This poem should be a mad poem, and it must be born of madness!" Someone is lamenting.

    "What kind of crazy students should be crazy Confucianism."

    "What crazy Confucianism, the head of Confucianism has become a sub-sage, so he should be a mad sage."

    "Good poetry, good poetry! Wonderful, wonderful!"

    It was a great Confucianist, although he was nearly seventy years old, he was still holding a book in his hand, stroking his long gray beard, and couldn't stop.

    "I don't want Lian Tianbao, but I want to kill Buddha Sword!"

    "This is a real poem about killing Buddha against Zen Buddhism. No wonder Zen Buddhism wants to kill and bow your head so much. I didn't take it seriously when I heard about the poem about killing Buddha before. Now that I see it with my own eyes, it really kills people's hearts and souls!"

    "Look at this poem again. As soon as this poem comes out, I feel that it is so sharp."

    This is another student who said: "Don't just look at the poems! Look here"

    "What is this? Sheet music?"

    "Ambush from ten sides? Surrounded by ten sides, a counterattack from a desperate situation, just looking at the piano score, there is a magnificent killing intent. This song is continuous, sometimes hiding the sharpness, sometimes showing the murderous intent, the melody is melodious, and the killing intent is sweeping  Heaven and earth, it can be said that there is no light for thousands of miles, it is really a lore song."

    "There is also this song "A Laughter from the Sea", which is so heroic, chivalrous and tender, wild and unrestrained. It really has the style of a knight. The most valuable thing is that this song is an ensemble of qin and flute. If two masters of temperament join forces, it will be a great song.  What kind of power?"

    "There is also this song "Fireworks Are Cold""

    "Don't even talk about it, look here, look at this annotation on painting skills." A student seemed to have discovered something.

    "Shadow painting? What kind of painting technique is this?"

    "Unheard of"

    "The head of Confucianism is really a scholar of heaven and man, and he knows the past and the present!" An old Confucian lamented, quite embarrassing.

    Bu Feifan listened to all these discussions,He was very ashamed.

    Then he smiled lightly.

    "There are a lot of articles in the world to copy, and it depends on whether you can copy or not. You still have to put your mind on it and take it lightly."

    At this time, some students noticed Bu Feifan's arrival, and immediately signaled with their eyes. Immediately, all the students looked at Bu Feifan and bowed in unison.

    "The head of Confucianism!"

    These students, including those great scholars and teachers, all looked at Bu Feifan fanatically, their eyes were extremely burning, and their respect and admiration were beyond words.

    "You don't need to be too polite." Bu Feifei stretched out his hand to help, smiling, looking very approachable.

    "These books are the result of my recent writing and sorting out. I hope you can read them more carefully, and I hope they can benefit you."

    "Don't worry, Confucian Chief, we will certainly not disappoint Confucian Chief's cultivation and hard work."

    The students answered loudly one by one, with uncontrollable excitement in their eyes, and then picked up a book with flushed faces, and walked to the corner of the school palace, about to study it like a fascination.

    "Hey, why don't you keep a copy for me!"

    Some people yelled, but there are so many students, it is impossible to have a book for everyone, and it is hard to hide their disappointment.

    "Brother, let's watch together!"

    At this time, some students smiled kindly and invited the lost students to watch together.

    "Add me!" Someone said again.

    "Okay! With pleasure."

    For a while, many students came to the corner of the academy in twos and threes, and began to study together, and then whispered to each other, exchanging different understandings of the books in the book.

    Bu Feifei was smiling, with satisfaction in his eyes.

    This kind of atmosphere is exactly what he expected. Since ancient times, schools of thought have never been dominant. If a school wants to flourish, there must be disputes. The collision and interweaving of various ideas between disputes can make a theory more powerful.  Prosper, and use this as the source to develop more branches.

    "Collect the wisdom of the masses, gather the power of all, develop and grow"

    Bu Feifei muttered to himself.

    "The head of Confucianism."

    Someone made a soft noise, waking Bu Feifei out of his thoughts.

    "Yan Hui."

    Bu Feifan said with a smile on his face.

    Yan Hui's eyes were a bit complicated, and he looked at Bu Feifan and sighed: "Yan Hui has known for a long time that the words and deeds of Confucian chieftains have deep meaning, but now I think about it, I am still short-sighted, no wonder the teacher will accept you as a personal heir, and let Confucian chieftains you to be in charge of the grand master.  Learn." (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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