Song Anqi looked over involuntarily, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.
Li Xiang snorted coldly: "Mysterious."
He stepped forward directly, waved his long sleeves, and a strong wind blew by, preparing to blow away the words in the air.
call--
As a strong wind blew, Lu Yu did not move, nor did the words in the air move, and even the paper originally placed on the desk did not move.
"I still don't believe it." Li Xiang stretched out his hand, intending to disperse the words in the air.
However, as soon as he put his hand on it, his expression suddenly changed, and his whole shoulders tilted involuntarily.
These words seem to be floating in the air and are invisible, but they seem to be of great weight.
Even if Li Xiang is a monk, he still feels as if there is a heavy mountain in front of him.
When the great scholar in white saw this, a flash of surprise flashed across his eyes, and he stretched out his hand to explore the words in the air.
As soon as he put his hand on it, he suddenly exclaimed: "One word is like a mountain!"
The scholar in white was no longer as disdainful as before. He quickly walked closer and looked at the sentiments written by Lu Yu.
He had not looked carefully before, but when he looked carefully now, he found that the sentiments written by Lu Yu were so profound that even he had to think for a long time before he could understand its meaning.
"Are these real scriptures? But why...how can there be so many of them!" The scholar was stunned in shock.
According to his understanding, the Classics of Literary Saints are only divided into two parts.
And according to the previous conclusion, these classics are not very important for enlightenment, so White Deer Academy is willing to take them out and give everyone a chance to gain enlightenment.
But now, what Lu Yu wrote has exceeded their expectations.
"Could he be writing other scriptures from Wen Sheng? But that's not right. I have never read these scriptures."
These white-haired scholars, who have spent their whole lives reading the classics, certainly know whether Lu Yu has cheated or not.
It was indeed the first time for him to see these scriptures in front of him.
When other Confucian scholars saw this, they also walked over curiously and watched from the sidelines.
Gradually, more and more people were around, and many people actually sat down cross-legged and quietly read the sentiments written by Lu Yu.
"The insights and ideas here have never been heard of before."
"It's so mysterious. Just by looking at it, I feel that my literary realm has improved a bit."
Even Song Anqi silently sat next to Lu Yu and watched silently.
"What's so interesting? It's just a pretense, but you still take it seriously." Li Xiang curled his lips and said disdainfully.
With his proud character, of course he would not read what Lu Yu wrote.
Just when Li Xiang was disapproving, all the words in front of Lu Yu emitted dazzling golden light.
As these golden lights emerged, a thin old man suddenly appeared in the sky above the holy book.
The moment the old man appeared, everyone present felt a ray of light fall on their faces.
Dang! Dang! Dang!
The bell of Bailu Academy suddenly rang, nine times in a row!
"This is the coming of a saint!"
"What happened to make a saint come to this world?"
"Could it be that this son came to this world because of the articles he wrote? This, this is simply unimaginable!"
Many Confucian scholars looked at the figure in the sky in shock, feeling a sense of awe in their hearts.
The old man in front of him slowly spoke under the gaze of everyone.