As Zhou Weixin finished speaking, the voices in the mountain of books and the sea of learning became even more complicated.
There are the sounds of bells, drums, ritual music.
There are sounds of sages reciting.
There are sounds of birds chirping.
In the vast void of heaven and earth, the Confucian atmosphere overwhelms the past and present, making everyone in Zhongzhou feel the majestic aura as vast as the sea.
In just a few breaths, several rainbows suddenly appeared in the void.
Those are the many Taoist masters and Tianjiao in Zhongzhou...
They stand proudly in the void, their long clothes billowing, and they are very elegant. Looking at the vast sea of learning in front of them, their eyes are full of confidence.
Lin Huang, who had returned to Yaoguang City, looked up at Xuehai and frowned slightly.
Little Fatty Bai was about to rush forward with two big hammers, but he was pulled down by Qin Xuance.
"Don't go... there is no limit to the sea of learning, and most people can't get out after entering it!"
Qin Xuance warned.
"I'm a genius!"
Little Fatty Bai snorted coldly, not believing Qin Xuance's words at all.
"But you are also illiterate!"
Qin Xuance said without mercy.
Lin Huang frowned, and finally gave up the idea of studying in the sea of books, and decided not to lose face. Anyway, Zhou Weixin was in his own Leiyin Temple. Whatever he had, he could get it first.
While Lin Huang and others were hesitating, many of the geniuses who had rushed into the void had already flown into the sea of learning.
Um?
Lin Huang raised his head and saw a young man surrounded by divine light in the sky. He was wearing a robe and a crown, and his face was majestic and cold, like a young emperor on earth.
Moreover, the young man had a long golden sword hanging from his waist, exuding a unique majesty that no one dared to look at.
"Di Tian!"
After Lin Huang was confused, he spoke calmly, sighing in his heart.
"I didn't expect that even Ditian couldn't resist the temptation of learning from the mountains and the sea..."
Qin Xuance said with a faint smile, he arched the sleeves of his robe, and then looked in all directions in the void.
Lin Huang also looked into the void, and then he saw several young people who felt mysterious and powerful.
There was a young monk in white clothes, with his hands clasped together, and a little red cinnabar between his eyebrows, showing the young monk his incomparable compassion.
Lin Huang had met that person before.
——Relieve the dust from your heart!
The young emperor in the Buddhist Kingdom of the West.
In addition, in the south of Xuehai, there is a young man wearing Taoist robes. He is undressed and has his hands behind his back. He looks very ordinary and ordinary.
However, within ten miles around him, no one dared to take a step closer.
In the north of Xuehai, there is an unusually burly young man. He is wearing a robe of beasts, a demon crown on his head, and holding a blood-soaked demon spear. He steps into the sea of blood coldly and conceitedly.
At this moment, the four young emperors all appeared in the sky and headed towards the sea of learning.
In addition to the geniuses from Cangqiong Continent, there are also many young people in green clothes who are struggling to fly into the sky, trying to enter the sea of learning.
Those people... are all the last students of Cangqiong Continent.
In the void, many Holy Emperors are paying attention to the vast sea of learning, because that sea of learning represents the inheritance of Confucianism.
Moreover, they are not alone. There are many of their descendants in the sea of learning.
And just when Shushan Xuehai appeared...
Zhongzhou.
Among the ruins of Haoran Academy.
There is the faint sound of young people reading.
There are sporadic Haoran auras in Haoran Academy.
Among the ruins, there was an unkempt young man lying in the temple of the Academy, with a green bookcase and a fish swimming in a crystal tank beside him.
The young man licked the brush with his tongue, then lay on the ground, and then copied the ancient book word by word.
The young man copied and recited at the same time, his voice was resonant, like the sound of gold and jade colliding.
On the top of the mountain of books, Zhou Weixin put his hands behind his back. He turned and looked in the direction of Haoran Academy, with a glimmer of light in his calm eyes.
Suddenly, Zhou Weixin said: "The mountain of books and the sea of learning are here, why don't you come and give it a try?"
…
"Old sir, wait a minute, I'll be right back after I finish copying the last article!"
An answering voice came from the void.
For a moment, all the Holy Emperors in the void looked surprised, and the entire Zhongzhou people also looked shocked.
They never expected that Zhou Weixin, a person who was at the peak of the Holy Emperor and was infinitely close to the Quasi-Emperor, would actually invite a late-born junior to join the Academy of Learning.
But what they didn't expect was...
That bastard was so arrogant and didn't give Zhou Weixin any face. If this were an ordinary Holy Emperor, he would probably come rushing over.
And that boy... actually asked this Confucian saint to wait?
Po Tian had no chance, but he still had to finish copying the book first.
"Are you sure there's nothing wrong with that guy's brain?"
Qin Xuance recognized the owner of the voice and turned to look at Lin Huang.
"He's got something wrong in his head!"
"maybe!"
Bai Xiaopang and Lin Huang asked at the same time.
"good!"
However, Zhou Weixin's voice came out from the void again, making everyone stunned again.
good?
A majestic Holy Emperor, a Confucian saint, a person who stands at the pinnacle of Cangqiong Continent’s strength, has such no temper.
good?
good??
In Yaoguang City, Lin Huang shook his head and felt ashamed for Song Changling. This guy was really not in a hurry and was not afraid that this peerless inheritance would be snatched away.
You know, almost all the Taoist masters in Zhongzhou have entered the sea of learning, and there are countless geniuses who also vow to cross the sea of learning!
…
Time passes little by little.
After half a quarter of an hour, the sound of books in the ruins of Haoran Academy stopped.
Many powerful people turned around and saw an unkempt young scholar in the sky above Haoran Academy. He was flying crookedly with a bookcase on his back and a fish tank in his arms.
"Old sir, this school is too high. Can you lower it a little? I can't fly up there!"
Above Haoran Academy, the young man spoke anxiously, looking at the sea of ink above his head, feeling a little worried.
"No!"
This time, Zhou Weixin did not agree to the request of young Song Changling. He shook his head, "The mountain of books is the rule, the sea of learning is the rule... Confucian rules cannot be broken!"
"ah……"
The young man was suddenly disappointed. He was distracted and almost fell from the void.
Zhou Weixin, who was on the top of the mountain of books, shook his head, as if he was pitying Song Changling, and could only point out: "The so-called sea of learning has no boundaries. The sea of learning you see is the sea of learning you can reach. The sea of learning is vast, and the heart is boundless.
If you enter it, your body will naturally be in the sea of learning!"
Listening to Zhou Weixin's mysterious words, Song Changling suddenly frowned.
A Confucian aura gradually appeared around him, and he seemed to have some enlightenment.
At the top of the mountain of books, Zhou Weixin's eyes lit up, as if there was a hint of admiration.
However, at this moment, Song Changling suddenly spoke. He looked down at the earth and said in a voice several times louder: