The eighth portrait of Lingyan Pavilion is Wang Zhice.
Those who have a little knowledge of history know that Wang Zhice is a real legend. He was born in a poor family and had no qualifications for cultivation, but he was able to successfully enter the Tiandao Academy to study. When he was more than ten years old, he suddenly realized Taoism overnight, and the starlight projection fell on the entire Chang'an City, directly from the marrow washing to open the secluded world, and then became a generation of powerhouses.
What is even more admirable is that Wang Zhice has learned from the north and the south, and is good at military planning and formation. He followed His Majesty Taizong several times to the north, and finally became the deputy commander of the coalition army. He led the army to defeat the main force of the demons. He rode through the snow field and reached the foot of Helan Mountain, which is less than 800 miles away from Xuelao City!
If you only count military merits, or only consider the importance to that war that year, Wang Zhice is the most dazzling star among those shining stars, the only one who can stand alongside His Majesty Emperor Taizong. With his illustrious achievements, he is of course qualified to be ranked eighth in the portraits of heroes in Lingyan Pavilion, and even according to folk opinion, he should be ranked higher, at least in the top three.
He ranked eighth in Lingyan Pavilion, the reason is very simple, because of his military exploits and his status among the people is too high, he has even reached the point where his merits are so high that he can shake the master. In the garden change, he did not express his attitude in time like Zhao Guogong, Chen Gong, Qin Chong, Yu Gong and others, and firmly stood on the side of His Majesty Taizong. Because of this, no matter how many meritorious deeds he made, Still unable to gain the absolute trust of His Majesty Taizong, his loyalty has always been suspected. For this reason, after the war ended, he retired and returned home, and never asked about political affairs.
Standing in front of the portrait, looking at the middle-aged man holding a jade ruler with a peaceful expression, Chen Changsheng was silent for a long time, then continued to look at the portrait below.
Next, he saw the portraits of Qin Chong and Yu Gong. These two generals who accompanied His Majesty Taizong at that time possessed unworldly prestige, and now they also have unworldly names, because now both in the palace and among the people Their portraits will be pasted on the gates, and the portraits are exactly the same as the portraits in Lingyan Pavilion.
These two god generals are just like the former sages in Lingyan Pavilion, they are still human beings and have become gods.
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Chen Changsheng's footsteps moved slowly, his eyes moved slowly, he held the jade-like torch tightly in his hand, the light and darkness on the gray wall changed slightly, and the people in the portrait seemed to have many emotions.
The people in these portraits are just like Wang Zhice, they are all legends of the past, each with their own legends—the atmosphere in Lingyan Pavilion is very solemn and solemn, but the people in the portraits are not like this, they are different, some people seem very frivolous , such as the god general Cheng Mingjie, and some people are extremely serious and solemn, such as Zheng Guogong.
It didn't take long for Chen Changsheng to finish reading the twenty-four portraits on the east wall. These were the first meritorious officials who received this award when Emperor Taizong established Lingyan Pavilion. Then there were dozens of portraits, those were the heroes who successively entered the Lingyan Pavilion during the reign of the first emperor and the holy empress.
Chen Changsheng became more and more silent. From Taizu Niqian Dynasty to Taizong Dingjiangshan and then to the enthronement of the Holy Empress, many major events have happened in the long history of thousands of years. These people in Lingyan Pavilion are all involved. They are real big figures in history. In a word, they are history.
Walking in Lingyan Pavilion is like walking in the long river of history. Those portraits have the vicissitudes of history, but also the heaviness of history. Countless secrets have disappeared with the dead, silent, but those secrets are among them, carrying countless earth-shattering pasts. If the former sages in the portraits can come back to life, or leave some information to be understood by future generations, scholars who study history will have no regrets.
After reading all the portraits in Lingyan Pavilion, it took about half an hour for Chen Changsheng to walk back to the futon in the building, stand where he was, and start thinking about something.
After a while, a bell rang, and the bell came from the ground, a little far away, so it seemed extraordinarily quiet, but it only woke him up from meditation, unable to meditate.
With the sound of the bell, the torch he had been holding in his hand was instantly extinguished, and the Lingyan Pavilion suddenly became pitch black, and there was no light seeping through the gaps between the doors and windows.
Chen Changsheng looked around in the darkness and understood something. The first place in the first place in the Great Dynasty Examination had to meditate overnight in Lingyan Pavilion, the first thing to do was to quiet the word. There was nothing disturbing in Lingyan Pavilion, and the sound of the bell was quiet. At this time, it was even more difficult to see. There was nothing else to do except sit quietly on the futon and contemplate.
The Great Zhou Dynasty hoped that these portraits in the Lingyan Pavilion and the aura at the beginning could be close to the aura of the people who sat in the pavilion until they were at the same level, and firmly adhere to the spiritual concept of serving the royal family and the holy empress.
A few years ago, the first place in the first place in the Great Dynasty Examination was not a disciple of the Lishan Sword Sect, but also a southerner. He didn't have much sense of belonging to the Great Zhou Dynasty, and after entering the pavilion, he naturally resisted that powerful aura, so it was naturally difficult. Solidify your spirit, as the person who first designed this rule thought.
Chen Changsheng is a native of Zhou, so it is really possible to fulfill the original intention of the designers of the Great Imperial Examination System, but since he entered Lingyan Pavilion, he couldn't concentrate at all, and his thoughts couldn't be focused on the future of the nation and the unification of the human world. It can only fall in a more subtle or more personal place.
Time passed slowly, silently, and still no light appeared.
Chen Changsheng didn't sit on the futon and spend the night quietly like the previous first place winners. He untied the dagger from his waist, held the scabbard in his left hand, and stretched it out into the air in front of him. In Lingyan Pavilion, which was as dark as night, he couldn't see his fingers or the dagger, but since he left Xining Town, the dagger rarely left his side. He was very familiar with it. He raised his right hand and held it accurately. hilt.
The two hands were slowly separated, but the short sword was not separated from the scabbard. What he pulled out was not a sword, but a ball of light, just like the rising sun, the Lingyan Pavilion was instantly illuminated.
A perfectly round night pearl appeared in the palm of his right hand.
The soft light illuminated the gray wall, and also illuminated the floor through his fingers. Behind him, a long shadow was dragged, and as the night pearl became brighter, the shadow gradually disappeared.
He confirmed that no light would leak through the cracks in the doors and windows of Lingyan Pavilion, so he wasn't worried.
Holding the night pearl, he walked towards those portraits.
Walking in the silent Lingyan Pavilion, the night was dispelled by the light in his palm, gradually revealing the truth. He looked at the people in the portrait, and felt that the people in the portrait were looking at him.
He suppressed this weird feeling, and came to Wang Zhice's portrait again.
Holding the short sword, he stabbed the sharp point into the crack of the blue brick next to the portrait, and moved forward slowly and carefully. His hands holding the hilt trembled slightly, and his fingers turned white.