Song Anqi walked slowly to the side while everyone was talking, and waited quietly.
Like everyone else, she had been watching Li Xiang gain insights.
"Tianwu Academy is originally one of the strongest branches in our White Deer Academy. If you can enter it and become a lecturer, you will gain the capital to be promoted to a great scholar."
"This time of enlightenment is very important. If Senior Brother Li Xiang's enlightenment is less than that of Senior Sister Song, I'm afraid he will fall into the inferior category this time."
In the midst of everyone's conversation, Li Xiang suddenly picked up his pen and began to write on the cloth in front of him.
"Look, senior brother Li Xiang has started writing."
"It's so fast. I wonder how much insight he can write this time."
Many Confucian scholars who were watching around widened their eyes to see how much Li Xiang could comprehend.
The Confucian practitioners who can enter White Deer Academy all have a very solid foundation.
I saw Li Xiang writing and quickly leaving rows of dense words on the cloth.
One hundred words.
Two hundred words.
"At three hundred words, Senior Brother Li Xiang's insights have surpassed Senior Sister Song!"
Many people glanced at Song Anqi secretly, but saw that the other person's eyes were still indifferent, as if everything that happened in front of them had nothing to do with her.
The sage’s insights are not written randomly.
The saint's book in front of me does not contain actual words, but records the saint's spiritual thoughts.
The comprehender needs to rely on his or her own strength to comprehend something from the saint's spiritual thought and record it.
If it is discovered by a great scholar that it is scrawled, then he will be kicked out of White Deer Academy directly. Not only will he lose the qualification to continue practicing here, but his reputation will be ruined and his Taoism will be damaged.
Li Xiang wrote hard and quickly, and within a short time, he had written a thousand-word sentiment.
Immediately, Li Xiang gradually stopped writing.
"I finally stopped writing. I wonder if Senior Brother Li Xiang has fully understood the saint's classics." Everyone couldn't help but stretch their necks.
Li Xiang stood up, looked at the realization in his hand, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.
"Brother Li Xiang, you..." A Confucian scholar walked over and asked.
Li Xiang raised his head proudly and shook the cloth in his hand: "I have understood all the saints' classics."
What!
Everyone was shocked. They never thought that Li Xiang had such ability.
"I remembered that the sentiments expressed by the dean and several great scholars before were only a thousand words long."
"Senior Brother Li Xiang's ability to comprehend is actually comparable to that of a great scholar. His current state is probably unimaginable."
Many people cast envious glances at Li Xiang.
Li Xiang glanced at Song Anqi provocatively: "Junior Sister Song, it seems that your understanding of sages is not enough. When you have time, read more books."
Song Anqi said lightly: "Congratulations then."
Her indifferent attitude was like treating Li Xiang like air.
Li Xiang snorted coldly, obviously very dissatisfied with Song Anqi's attitude.
Squeak!
At this moment, the door of Guanchao Residence was suddenly pushed open.
A white-haired scholar slowly walked out from inside and looked at everyone: "Have you all written down the insights from the saint's classics?"
Everyone looked at each other, and many Confucian scholars had a look of shame on their faces.
They claimed to have read thousands of books in vain, but they did not expect to actually see the saint's classics, but they did not even write down a single insight.
"Teacher, this is my understanding." Song Anqi respectfully handed over a piece of paper.
The great scholar took the paper, glanced at it, and nodded: "Yes, although there are some gaps in the scriptures you have understood, there is no deviation in general. You can enter Guanchao Residence to observe the saint's ruins."