Wine Hall?
Lin Feng smiled when he saw the pavilion in front of him. Was this a place left behind by the great Confucian back then? Was it a place to store fine wine? When Lin Feng thought about that, he walked towards the Zaijiu Hall.
Du Zu and the others followed closely behind.
Cultivators were more or less fond of fine wine. Lin Feng was like that, and so were the others. If there was a lot of fine wine here, they would definitely move it away. However, when Lin Feng and the others entered the Wine Hall, strange expressions appeared on their faces.
That was because …
There was no wine in the Wine Hall. Instead, there were bookshelves filled with books. This Wine Hall was not a place to store fine wine, but rather … a place to store books. This should be a library, right? Why was it called the Wine Hall? Was it because of the owner's bad taste?
Fan Di said, "I've heard that there are some Confucian sects who are unrestrained and love wine, literature, and poetry. Some of them even use wine to liven things up when they write their essays or poems. It seems like the Wine Keeping Hall's name came from this, right?"
Lin Feng and the others agreed with him. They guessed that when that person read, wrote, or wrote poems, he liked to drink wine to liven things up. That's why he named the library Zaijiu Hall. Even though it was a bit unrestrained and unrestrained, it was still quite interesting.
"I'll go take a look elsewhere," said Du Zu. He had no interest in reading, so he wanted to see if there was any good wine hidden somewhere. There was an eighty percent chance that there was good wine hidden here.
The others left the Wine Hall one after another. Lin Feng, on the other hand, was rather interested in the Wine Hall. There were many books here. Lin Feng casually pulled out a book and found that it was the Great Learning scripture. He flipped it open and found that it was not a cultivation scripture. Instead, it was a book used for the Imperial Examination in the secular world.
Lin Feng looked through many books. There were many books here, including astronomy, geography, and so on. Lin Feng could not help but mutter to himself. Collecting so many different books must not have been easy, right? He did not know how long it would take to finish reading them. After reading them, he still needed to memorize and understand them. It would take even more time. The world of cultivators was a rather fickle world.
Ten thousand years was too long. They had to seize every moment.
How many people were there? To be able to concentrate on studying and studying?
However, the legacies of the Confucian Sect were very particular about this. Thus, it was very difficult to find someone who could study. These rules of the Confucian Sect were not suitable for Lin Feng. Some of the legacies of the Confucian Sect were also not suitable for Lin Feng. Lin Feng was not a person who could sit down and study. Lin Feng was only interested in some of the Confucian Sect's Immortal Sutras and Divine Abilities. He had little interest in other things.
However, if he wanted to cultivate the many Confucian Sect's Immortal Sutras and Divine Abilities to the peak level, he obviously needed to study. The study here contained many meanings, but in short, it meant that he had to have a deeper understanding of the Confucian Sect's Classics, History, and so on. However, this was obviously far from Lin Feng. Lin Feng had obtained the cultivation method of the Analects of Confucius, Immortal Sutras.
Lin Feng didn't need to study the Celestial Scriptures to the very top. If he could study them to a very high level, then he would be able to use them in many situations. Lin Feng was already extremely satisfied. He didn't ask for anything else.
… …
… …
Lin Feng saw a manuscript on a desk. It seemed to be the manuscript written by that great Confucian of the past.
Lin Feng discovered that there was a poem written on the manuscript.
"Calming Disturbance." This was the name of the poem.
The content was as follows:
Don't listen to the sound of leaves breaking through the forest, why not sing and walk slowly?
The bamboo cane and straw shoes are lighter than the horse, who is afraid?
The misty rain makes one's life miserable.
The chilly spring breeze clears one's drunkenness, a little cold. The mountain peaks slanted to welcome him.
Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind or rain, nor is there a clear sky.
This poem was not too difficult to understand. In plain words, the meaning was: Don't be afraid of the sound of wind and rain in the forest, why not sing and walk calmly? Leaning on the bamboo cane and straw shoes is lighter than the horse. This is a small matter, what is there to be afraid of? Draped in a straw rain cape, let the lake and the sea roam freely.
The chilly spring breeze clears me from my drunkenness. I feel a little cold. Looking at the setting sun on the mountain peak, I smile. Looking back at the scene of wind and rain, I don't care if it is a storm or a clear sky.
Seeing the poem, Lin Feng smiled. This master was interesting. He indulged himself in the mountains and rivers. He was really carefree and happy.
There were thousands of cultivators in the world.
There were not many people who could live as carefree as this great Confucian cultivator.
In fact.
This kind of life was what Lin Feng yearned for. However, he had too many responsibilities and too many things to shoulder. How could he be in the mood to indulge himself in the mountains and rivers?
If he waited until the future …
Everything calmed down.
Perhaps he could take his beautiful wife and concubines to travel around? When he was in the mood, he could recite a few crooked poems such as "The bright moonlight in front of the bed, two pairs of shoes on the ground, a pair of adulterous man and woman, including you."
It was quite interesting when he thought about it.
Lin Feng decided to put away all the books in the Wine Hall. These were good things.
In the future, he could take a look at them when he was free. It was not bad to cultivate his mind.
When Lin Feng took away all the books and the bookshelves, the Wine Hall became empty.
Thus, Lin Feng left the Wine Hall.
The Su Garden was huge and there were many things. Lin Feng originally wanted to see if he could find any opportunities in the Su Garden. But unfortunately, he did not find any.
It was really regretful.
The Poison Ancestor really found a place to store fine wine. It was a cellar with a large amount of fine wine. There were all kinds of fine wine, but wine was different. Other things would spoil after being stored for a long time.
But wine … the longer it was stored, the better it became.
Lin Feng and the others took away all the wine.
At this time, the Evil Dominator Saint found something in another place.
It was actually a book of poems. Lin Feng opened the book of poems and found that there were many poems written on it. The Evil Dominator Saint said that he found it in an extremely hidden secret compartment. If he did not accidentally trigger the mechanism of the secret compartment, it would be impossible to find this book of poems.
The name of the book of poems was "Daoist Tie Guan Book of Poems".
Obviously.
The poems in this book of poems were all written by Daoist Tie Guan. Furthermore, Lin Feng found an extremely important thing.
He found that this book of poems was not an ordinary book of poems. It contained the power of "Dao". It was Daoist Tie Guan's "Dao".
This book of poems was definitely extraordinary.
Lin Feng temporarily kept the book of poems and left the Su Garden with Du Zu, the Evil Dominator Saint and the others.
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