"A thousand years ago, I and Yi Han were brothers. I was good at Neo-Confucianism, but Yi Han liked to study the heart. We argued for several years, and finally agreed that in one day, the loser would abolish his cultivation and show his ambitions."

"I talked about that argument for three days and three nights, and finally I and Yihan reached a draw. However, this was not the result I wanted."

"The way of heaven is terrifying. If I want to go further, I will never admit defeat here. Therefore, I chose to understand the military and leave only this ruins. When future generations understand what I have learned, I will pass on all my life's literary ideas to you.

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The sound seemed to come from above the nine heavens, filled with solemnity and majesty.

When everyone heard these words, they felt a storm in their hearts.

Even the white-haired scholar stood up and said in a trembling voice: "Are you a Neo-Confucianist Literature Saint, Zirong?"

In ancient times, there were two major sects of Confucianism and Taoism, one was the study of mind and the other was the study of Neo-Confucianism.

These two major sects have different ideas, so the Confucian scholars between the two sects often refute each other and always want to prove that the other party is wrong.

Even the literary saints of the two sects are the same.

The last ascendant Wen Sheng thousand years ago was Yi Han. Unexpectedly, this Wen Sheng was actually a figure of his contemporary era with Yi Han.

"We'll pay homage to the saint."

Everyone, Confucian scholars, bowed to the thin old man together.

I can't argue you until you lose, even if it's a draw, I won't accept it.

A person would rather die by himself than admit that his ideas could not overwhelm the other person.

This will is simply terrible.

The thin old man said lightly: "I don't want my Neo-Confucianism to be cut off. This phantom should be the last afterimage I left in the world."

"You are waiting for your good life to practice, I wish that my path will not be alone."

A series of dazzling golden lights suddenly sprinkled on the people around them.

For a moment, everyone around Wen Sheng’s light and shadow were covered by this golden light at the same time, and a light of wisdom flashed through everyone’s heavenly spirit.

It was like a sudden enlightenment, in an instant, many people's literary cultivation made rapid progress.

"I, wait!" Li Xiang was very anxious. He didn't expect such a result.

Although he was arrogant in his heart, it was related to the inheritance of Wen Sheng, and he would have to obtain it no matter what.

However, as soon as he ran over, the golden light around him disappeared.

Many people are still immersed in the state of being preached and being karma. Many people directly close their eyes and mutter them in their mouths, as if they have some insights.

Everything is too late.

The white-haired scholar suddenly opened his eyes and suddenly laughed out loud: "I can break through the realm of literary Tao again in my lifetime, hahahaha!"

Hearty laughter resounded through the sky, stirring up the mighty aura around him, gathering in the direction where he was.

When everyone around saw this scene, they all looked at the white-haired scholar in surprise.

However, they soon came to their senses and immediately recalled the inheritance they had received.

"It is worthy of being the inheritance of Wen Sheng, it is really clever!"

"I feel that I have saved ten years of hard work. No, it is my future cultivation that will be clearer!"

This inheritance is simply once a thousand years.

In order to prevent his inheritance from disappearing, Wen Shengzirong not only taught all his literary understanding to everyone, but also taught some of his cultivation experiences.

It can be said that after this, Bailu Academy will produce many more geniuses.

"I... I actually wasted this opportunity!" Li Xiang looked at the people around him immersed in the joy of gaining inheritance one by one, and could no longer hold back his jealous thoughts.
Chapter completed!