Song Anqi couldn't help but look over, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.

Li Xiang snorted coldly: "It's mysterious."

He went forward directly, waved his long sleeves, and a strong wind blew, and prepared to blow away the words in the air.

call--

With a strong wind blowing, Lu Yu did not move, and the words in the air did not move, and even the paper originally placed on the table did not move.

"I still don't believe it." Li Xiang stretched out his hand, intending to disperse the words in the air directly.

However, as soon as his hand was put on, his face suddenly changed, and his entire shoulders couldn't help but tilt.

These words seem to be floating in the air invisible, but they seem to be as heavy as thousands of pounds.

Even if Li Xiang was a monk, he still felt as if there was a heavy mountain in front of him.

Seeing this, a big scholar in white also saw a hint of surprise flashing through his eyes, and he reached out to the words in the air.

As soon as he put his hand on, he suddenly exclaimed: "A word is like a mountain!"

The white-clothed scholar no longer despised him as before. He hurriedly walked up to check the insights written by Lu Yu.

He didn't look carefully before, but when he looked carefully, he found that the insights written by Lu Yu were profound and even he had to think about them for a long time before he could understand the meaning.

"Are these really written scriptures? But why... how could there be so many!" The great scholar was stunned.

According to his understanding, the literature and saints are divided into two chapters in total.

Moreover, according to the conclusions drawn before, these classics are not very important insights, so Bailu Academy is willing to take them out to give everyone a chance to understand.

But now, what Lu Yu wrote has exceeded their expectations.

"Isn't he writing other scriptures of the Literary Saint? But this is not right. I have never read these scriptures before."

These white-haired scholars have been studying the classics all their lives, so of course they know whether Lu Yu has made false claims.

It was indeed the first time he had seen these scriptures in front of him.

Seeing this, other Confucian scholars walked over curiously and watched.

Gradually, more and more people were around, and many people sat cross-legged and quietly watched the insights written by Lu Yu.

"I have never heard of the insights and ideas here before."

"It's so mysterious. Just after taking a look, I felt that my literary realm had improved a little."

Even Song Anqi sat next to Lu Yu and watched silently.

"What's so good about it? It's just a mysterious thing. You're taking it seriously." Li Xiang curled his lips and said disdainfully.

With his proud personality, of course he wouldn't watch what Lu Yu wrote.

Just when Li Xiang disagreed, all the words in front of Lu Yu actually emitted dazzling golden lights.

As these golden lights emerged, a thin old man suddenly appeared above the literary and holy scriptures.

The moment the old man appeared, everyone present felt a glimmer of light falling on their faces.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

The bells of Bailu Academy suddenly rang, and nine times in a row!

"This is the saint coming to the world!"

"What happened that could bring the saint to the world?"

"Is it because of the article written by this son that came to the world? This is simply unimaginable!"

Many Confucian scholars looked at the figures in the sky in shock, and a trace of awe passed through their hearts.

The old man in front of him spoke slowly under the gaze of everyone.

"My name is Zirong."
Chapter completed!