After packing up his things in the thatched hut, Zhang Yuchen let out a slight breath.

The next moment, the Wenchang pen appeared in his hand, using the gas to turn ink, and lightly sprinkled it in the air.

In an instant, the ink marks were like sharp edges, tearing the table in front of him in half in just a moment!

"This power should be five or six times stronger than Zhang Hong's special skill 'Moon Arc Slash'."

Zhang Yuchen nodded slightly, he was very satisfied with the power of the halberd made by sprinkling ink.

Just using a little ray of Haoran's righteousness can achieve this effect. If you use it with all your strength, let alone one arc, even ten more will not be enough to resist.

However, with his current strength, an opponent like Zhang Hu may not be worthy of using this move.

What's more, if he is really forced to fight in the future and expose his Confucianism and Taoism, his father may come to trouble him personally.

"That's all, let's digest the current knowledge."

Zhang Yuchen meditated quietly and began to review the books he had copied.

The practice of Confucianism is nothing more than imitation, introspection, and then writing.

With the Wanhua Life Law in his body, his ability to absorb knowledge is several times that of other Confucian scholars, and it is even easier for him to draw inferences from one example to other cases.

In just a few breaths, he felt that his Taoism had grown for another half a year.

After introspection, it’s time to write.

Turning knowledge into articles can also increase one's moral character, just like a warrior who drives wooden stakes and practices swordsmanship.

It’s just accumulation day after day, year after year.

He also feels deeply about this.

Although copying books is hard, he can gain something new every time.

Over time, this originally boring task became interesting. It was able to break through the scholar's mind, and his view of things seemed to become broader.

Feeling something in his heart for a moment, Zhang Yuchen picked up his pen and wrote like a dragon:

"The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold!"

Under the candlelight, fragrant flowers actually sprouted from the poems!

Visions, wonderful pens and flowers!

......

In the Daming Palace.

Yang Tiance, who was playing chess with the saint, suddenly trembled, as if he felt something, and looked in a certain direction.

"What's wrong?"

The saint raised his head slightly, and a pair of dragon eyes gave off a cold light!

Yang Tiance is already a great Confucian, and as a bachelor of the Ming Dynasty, he is already connected with the destiny of the country. He is also a genius that is rare in a century, and is expected to reach the semi-saint realm. If his heart is moved, something must have happened.

"It's a good thing, Your Majesty."

"A good thing?"

The saint, who was surrounded by luck, and ordinary people could not see his true appearance, left the chessboard and sneered again and again:

"Master Yang, don't be ridiculous. The last time you had this reaction, the Houthis invaded with their troops and hundreds of thousands of people died."

"Last time, Yuzhou suffered from a severe drought, and there was no harvest for three years."

"You said it was a good thing, but I really can't believe it."

"This is really a good thing."

Yang Tiance also looked helpless. He just had feelings and had no way to decide what was about to happen.

Only Confucian sages can change the cycle of cause and effect.

There have been no Confucian sages in the Ming Dynasty for a long time.

"Your Majesty, you don't know. Confucianism and Taoism are the same as heaven. Just now I felt that someone's culture has caused a strange phenomenon!"

"Although it is not a difference between heaven and earth, it also means that Ming Dynasty will have a wonderful talent!"

Hearing these words, the saint was also slightly startled:

"Vision? How long has it been since I heard these two words?"

"Where is this person?! Let him enter the palace quickly!"

"What Ming Dynasty lacks most now is talents!"

Yang Tiance closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, he showed a wry smile.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid the good news will turn into bad news again!"

"The direction this person is in is in the west!"

The west is where the Zhang Mansion is.

After hearing the news, the saint was silent for a moment and then asked:

"You went to Zhang's Mansion before. Did anyone come?"

Yang Tiance frowned slightly, and the figure of the incompetent son of the Zhang family appeared in his mind.

But the moment this idea appeared, he dismissed it.

It is absolutely impossible for people without Confucianism and Taoism to cause strange phenomena.

Suddenly, he thought of someone who had been hiding in the world for many years!

Could it be that...

Thinking of those old memories, Yang Tiance couldn't help but take a deep breath:

"Could it be that that person is born again?!"

......

On the day of the competition, in the courtyard of Zhang Mansion.

On the ring, the Zhang family's children competed with each other.

The audience was buzzing with people and the scene was very lively.

"Sir, Hong'er is probably going to win again this time. Is there any need to compete in this martial arts?"

An enchanting lady sat on the pavilion with Zhang Zonghan, watching the competition below.

"Tradition cannot be broken, what do women know!"

"But looking at Hong'er's current situation, it won't be long before he can catch up with his eldest and second brothers. By then, I can hand over to him the vacated Northern Army."

Zhang Zonghan looked down and saw Zhang Hong holding a half-moon knife, flying in front of people like lightning. In the blink of an eye, he knocked the opponent to the ground!

For Zhang Hong, his peers are just helpless chickens, no challenge at all!

Having achieved transformation at such a young age, he really doesn’t know how to write the word opponent!

"This competition is too boring, huh? Why didn't that kid come?"

Zhang Zonghan frowned slightly. Among the group of people Zhang Hong defeated, he did not see the shadow of Zhang Yuchen.

This is also a question in Zhang Hong's mind.

If he remembered correctly, he should have asked Liu Shun'er to devise tactics to force Zhang Yuchen to come.

"Hmph, could it be because you know you will be humiliated when you come and want to be a coward?"

"As a child of the Zhang family, I don't even have the courage to challenge. I should have gotten out long ago!"

Zhang Hong took a long breath, defeated the last opponent without any effort, walked to the center of the ring, and bowed slightly to Zhang Zonghan's position in front of everyone:

"Since the beginning of the ring, I have won twenty-four consecutive victories without ever losing. I am alone in seeking defeat!"

"But now that the winner has been decided in the arena, the child doesn't want to be in the limelight anymore and asks his father to announce the result!"

Although he felt a little unhappy, Zhang Zonghan felt much better after hearing his son's words. He couldn't help laughing and said:

"Okay, what a lonely and undefeated person! I declare that today's winnings belong to Zhang Hong!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone cheered, and there was no surprise at this result.

The ability is there, and it is fully deserved.

"Hong'er, tell me, what do you want?"

Everyone looked at the young man on the stage, hoping that the artifacts or techniques in Zhang Zonghan's treasure house would be revealed again.

However, to everyone's surprise, Zhang Hong didn't ask for anything.

Instead, another request was made!

"Father, I demand a fight with Zhang Yuchen!"
Chapter completed!