Chapter 2083

Mr. and Mrs. Liu were stunned.

After a rest, Liu Chengzhen issued a shrill cry and rushed out of the house.

"Mother..."

Liu Chengzhen pressed the edge of the well and looked down. He saw Liu's mother face up, close her eyes, calm and sink into the water.

"Mother!"

Liu Chengcheng jumped into the well.

Poop!

Liu's mind was blank. Then she rushed frantically to the well and wanted to send the bucket and rope underground to save people. However, when her foot slipped, the bucket and rope didn't enter the well, but she fell into the well.

Poop!

All three of the family fell into the water.

Liu Chengzhen grabbed the well wall with one hand and his dead mother with the other, while Liu Shi grabbed the well wall.

"Help..." Liu roared and scolded outside the well, "it's all because the old man doesn't die. She'll die if she dies, and it involves me! You waste, she'll die if she dies. How can you die with me..."

Liu suddenly shut up because she found that her husband's eyes were dark, as if there were endless anger, sadness and sadness, as well as hidden disappointment and despair.

Liu's heart trembled and felt that she had done something wrong. However, she was stubborn and could not bow her head to her husband.

"I'm leaving."

Liu Chengzhen said slowly, holding his dead mother and sinking into the water.

Liu burst into tears, grabbed her husband and wanted to lift him up. At the same time, she cried, "I'm wrong! I'm wrong! Don't die! Don't die! I'll never send all my money to my mother's house again. I'll never scold you again. I'll treat my mother well in the future. Don't die, don't die... Sobbing..."

Liu Chengzhen and his mother completely sank into the water.

The water moved gently, but it was as silent as death.

The moss on the well wall is dark green, the well water is quiet, and black hair floats.

Liu stared at the water with dull eyes.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew at the wellhead, and the well cover fell on the wellhead to cover the well.

It was pitch black.

"Ah..."

Many strange things happen all over the Terran.

At this time, Liu Shan in the palace held two pages of poetry and looked at Fang Yun without fear.

Fang Yun bowed his head and continued to write.

Three gifts to wandering children in Liushan

A loving mother has a thread in her hand and a wandering son's coat.

Before leaving, there are dense seams. I'm afraid I'll return late.

Who said inch grass heart, reported three Chunhui.

Fang Yun didn't write fast and didn't write fast.

Fang Yun wrote a word and the people present read a word. In front of them, a loving mother appeared, holding a front line, making clothes for her son who was about to travel. The mother sewed it carefully for fear that it was not strong enough, and the clothes would be damaged if her son stayed out too long.

Who dares to say that the weak filial piety like grass can repay the great mother's kindness like the spring sun raising all things?

Poetry, talent, four feet three, Zhenguo!

Visions continue.

Ten miles of ink, sadness spread all over the dark clouds.

Thousands of miles.

The dark clouds in the sky sounded a voice similar to Fang Yun, transmitting this poem. The dark clouds covered the whole country, and the sound of the poem spread all over the twenty states.

After listening to this affectionate poem about the town and country, many people red their eyes and shed tears.

In the lonely boat, on the city tower, in the carriage, on the Bank of the river, I don't know how many people far away from home cry silently, and then cry loudly.

Jiang Hechuan wiped his tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves and said, "if 'it's better to have no children at this time' is the first sentence to chant the mother, then this poem" wandering son chant "is the first poem to chant the mother. The feeling of filial piety in this poem moves the sky."

Chen Zhixu sighed, "mother's thread has led thousands of miles, and a needle between her fingers has pierced through for 20 years."

"In the first four sentences, the poem is picturesque in line drawing, without a word of feeling or reading, but it is deeply affectionate, with a needle in the heart and a thread wrapped in the heart."

"Mother's grace is like sunshine, raising all things, and filial piety is like grass. It's appropriate and appropriate. It's hard to have a poem better than it."

Many scholars commented on the poem with red eyes and tears. Some officials even covered their faces and cried silently. No matter how they wiped them, they couldn't wipe off the tears.

"Niang......" young Jingjun couldn't sit still any longer. He burst into the curtain crying and knelt down in front of the Empress Dowager and sobbed gently.

The Empress Dowager and the maid in waiting lowered their heads to wipe away the tears.

Fang Yunhong put her pen back and slowly looked up at Liushan.

The sky shook.

Everyone felt as if there were endless divine thunder exploding in the sky, and then a great power came slowly.

They put their thoughts outside and looked over the palace.

The dark clouds cracked, and endless holy light fell from the cracks, dozens of times richer than the noon sun.

The dark cloud cracks are getting bigger and bigger, and the light is getting wider and wider. Finally, everyone sees that where the light converges, a wordless and colorless monument appears.

No one can see the specific shape of the monument, no one can see the color of the monument, no one can see the inscription of the monument, it seems that it is not a force in the world, not a kind.

A monument of filial piety.

The supreme power of Confucianism, which represents filial piety, appears.

At the moment of seeing the tablet of filial piety, everyone finally understood that the power above the dark clouds was not calling the filial piety Sutra or Zeng Zi's ideas, but calling the tablet of filial piety.

The monument of filial piety to ancestors rarely appears in the human race, because the monument of filial piety to ancestors not only represents the love for parents, but also the love for ancestral blood. It is the vein of the human spirit, the source of the human blood, the true faith, not the delusion of fools, nor the will of evil gods.

Zuo Xiangdang looked at the monument of filial piety to his ancestors and wanted to cry without tears.

Now there is finally good news. It has nothing to do with Zeng Zi's ideas. The Zeng family, zisizi aristocratic family and Meng family will not fight.

The bad news is that the tablet of filial piety to ancestors is a sacred treasure at the same level as the nine tripods of the great Xia Dynasty. In those years, Fang Yun called the nine tripods of the great Xia Dynasty with an amazing story of Yueyang Tower. The holy power of resisting the Jiao saint is more than an ordinary semi holy literary treasure.

The worse news is that Zong Sheng offended the three aristocratic families when he shot at Zeng Zi's ideas, but if he shot at the monument of filial piety to his ancestors, he would probably offend half of the noble aristocratic families of the human race.

In ancient legends, after the death of each human race, some souls are integrated into the monument of filial piety to ancestors. As long as you treat yourself as a human race, you will enter it and become an invisible force to protect the human race and prevent the evil faith of external gods from tarnishing the human faith.

If the monument of filial piety to ancestors is destroyed, the Terran may have strong power, but if you give up the inheritance of spirit, you will become a walking corpse and a slave of demons and barbarians.

Honoring ancestors is not a God or a saint, but a real spiritual trace left by everyone in heaven and earth.

However, many people found that the anxious color on Liu Shan's face dissipated and replaced by calm and calm.

Everyone found Liushan's complexion changed, and some people said it was bad.

Indeed, Zongsheng will not attack the filial piety ancestral tablet. However, Zongsheng can protect Liushan with the power of holiness and the cultural treasures of holiness. After all, the filial piety ancestral tablet will not recklessly attack a great scholar, and the real punishment is limited.

A shallow smile appeared on Zuo Xiangdang's face.

Above the hall, the hearts of many scholars sank deeply.

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