The Liu couple was stunned.
A breath later, Honest Liu let out a mournful cry and rushed out of the house.
"Mother …"
Honest Liu looked down and saw his mother lying on her back with her eyes closed. Her face was calm as she sank into the water.
"Mother!"
Honest Liu jumped into the well.
Splash!
Mrs. Liu's mind went blank. Then, she rushed to the well crazily. She wanted to send the bucket and the rope into the well to save people. But, her feet slipped. The bucket and the rope didn't go into the well. She fell into the well.
Splash!
The family of three fell into the water.
Honest Liu grabbed onto the wall of the well with one hand and his dead mother with the other. Madam Liu, on the other hand, grabbed onto the wall of the well with all her might.
"Help …" Madam Liu shouted and cursed at the same time, "It's all that old woman's fault. If she died, then she died, but she dragged me into it! You piece of trash, if she died, then she died. Why did you die with her? I … "
Madam Liu suddenly shut up. She saw her husband's eyes were dark, as if there was endless anger, sorrow, resentment, and disappointment.
Madam Liu's heart trembled. She felt that she had done something wrong. However, she was stubborn and could not lower her head to her husband.
"I'm leaving."
Honest Liu slowly finished speaking and sank into the water with his dead mother in his arms.
Madam Liu burst into tears. She grabbed her husband and tried to pull him up. At the same time, she cried, "I was wrong! I was wrong! Don't die, don't die! I won't give money to your family anymore. I won't scold you anymore. I won't scold mother anymore. I will treat mother's illness properly. Don't die, don't die … Wuuu … "
Honest Liu and his mother sank into the water.
The water splashed gently, but there was a deathly silence.
The moss on the wall of the well was dark green. The water was faint, and black hair floated in the wind.
Madam Liu stared blankly at the water.
Suddenly, a gust of wind came from the well. The well cover fell on top of the well and covered the water.
It was pitch black.
"Ah …"
Many strange things happened in the human race.
At this moment, Liu Shan, who was in the imperial palace, held two pages of poetry in his hands and looked at Fang Yun fearlessly.
Fang Yun lowered his head and continued to write.
Mount Liu's Song of the Wanderer
The thread in the hand of the loving mother, the clothes on the body of the wandering child.
Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.
Who said that an inch of grass could repay the light of three springs?
Fang Yun did not use Vigorous Writing, so his writing speed was not fast.
With every word that Fang Yun wrote, the people present looked at each word. They couldn't help but think of a loving mother who was busy making clothes for her son who was about to go on a long journey. His mother sewed it carefully, for fear that the sewing would not be firm enough, and her son would be outside for too long and the clothes would be damaged.
Who would dare to say that Xiaocao, with her weak filial piety, would be able to repay her mother's kindness, which was as great as the spring sun nurturing all living things?
When the poem was completed, the spirit of talent rose. Four feet and three inches, the nation was subdued!
Strange phenomena occurred one after another.
The fragrance of ink spread for ten miles, and sorrow spread under the dark clouds.
Ten Thousand Miles Love Transmission.
A voice similar to Fang Yun's rang out from the dark clouds in the sky, transmitting this poem. The dark clouds covered Jingguo, and the poem spread throughout the twenty prefectures.
After listening to this poem, which was full of deep emotions, many people's eyes turned red, and many people shed tears.
In the lonely boats, on the city gate tower, in the carriages, and on the riverbank, countless people who were far away from home silently shed tears, and then burst into tears.
Kang Ha-chuan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve and said, "If 'having a son at this time is better than not' is the first line to praise the mother, then this' Song of the Wanderer 'is the first poem to praise the mother. The feelings of this poem move the heavens with filial piety. "
Chen Zhixu sighed and said, "The thread in the mother's hand leads thousands of miles, and the needle in the finger pierces through twenty years."
"The first four lines are like a painting, without a single word of emotion, without a single word of meaning, but with deep feelings. The needle pierces the heart, and the thread wraps the heart."
"The mother's kindness is like the sun, nurturing all living things. Filial piety is like the green grass, appropriate, appropriate. It is hard to find a better poem."
Many scholars commented on the poem with red eyes and tears flowing down. There were even officials who covered their faces and cried silently. No matter how they wiped, they could not wipe away the tears that flowed down.
"Mother …" The young Jing Jun could no longer sit still. He rushed into the curtain crying and knelt in front of the Empress Dowager, sobbing softly.
The Empress Dowager and the palace maids lowered their heads and wiped away their tears.
Fang Yun put away his brush with red eyes and slowly looked up at Mount Liu.
The sky shook.
Everyone felt as if there were endless divine lightning exploding in the sky. Then, a great power slowly descended.
Everyone released their divine senses and looked at the sky above the palace.
They saw the dark clouds split open, and endless holy light spilled out from the cracks. It was dozens of times more intense than the noon sun.
The cracks in the dark clouds grew bigger and bigger, and the light became wider and wider. Finally, everyone saw where the light gathered, and a colorless stele appeared.
No one could see the shape of the stele clearly, no one could see the color of the stele clearly, and no one could see the inscriptions on the stele clearly. It seemed to be a power that did not exist in the world, and it was not a physical object.
Filial Piety Ancestral Stele.
The supreme power of Confucianism that represented filial piety had appeared.
The moment they saw the Filial Piety Stele, everyone finally understood that the power above the dark clouds was not summoning the Scripture of Filial Piety, nor was it summoning Zeng Zi's will. It was summoning the Filial Piety Stele.
The Filial Piety Stele rarely appeared in the human race, because the Filial Piety Stele not only represented one's love for one's parents, but also one's love for one's ancestors. It was the vein of the human spirit, the source of the human race's bloodline. It was true faith, not the delusion of fools, nor the will of evil gods.
The Minister of the Left looked at the Filial Piety Stele and wanted to cry.
Now, there was finally good news. This had nothing to do with Zeng Zi's will. The Zeng family, the Zi Si family, and the Meng family would not act.
The bad news was that the Filial Piety Stele was a Saint's treasure on the same level as the Nine Cauldrons of the Great Xia. Back then, Fang Yun had used the shocking Records of Yueyang Tower to summon the Nine Cauldrons of the Great Xia, and used it to resist the power of the Flood Dragon Saint, surpassing ordinary Half-saint literature treasures.
The worse news was that Zong Sheng had acted against Zeng Zi's will, offending the three families. But if he acted against the Filial Piety Stele, he might offend half of the Saint families of the human race.
In the ancient legends, after every human died, a part of their soul would be integrated into the Filial Piety Stele. As long as they regarded themselves as a human, they would enter it and become an invisible force to protect the human race and prevent evil gods and evil gods from tarnishing the faith of the human race.
If the Filial Piety Stele was destroyed, the human race might have great power, but if they gave up the spiritual inheritance, they would be reduced to walking corpses and slaves of demons and barbarians.
The Filial Piety Stele was not a god or a saint, but a real spiritual trace left by every human in the world.
But many people found that the anxiety on Mount Liu's face had dissipated, and was replaced by calmness.
Everyone noticed the change in Mount Liu's expression, and some people knew that things were not good.
Indeed, Zong Sheng would not attack the Filial Piety Stele, but Zong Sheng could use the power of the Saint Path and the Saint Path literature treasures to protect Mount Liu. After all, the Filial Piety Stele would not attack a Grand Scholar, and the punishment it would give was limited.
A faint smile appeared on the Minister of the Left's face.
In the court, the hearts of many scholars sank.
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