As the night got darker and darker, the originally noisy academy gradually became quieter. However, under the Junxing Monument in front of the academy gate, there were still more than ten people standing, all of whom were disciples of the old man in Confucian uniform.
"Senior Brother, what is so different about this monument? Why did the teacher look at it for three hours in a row?" A young disciple couldn't help but said, "The handwriting looks very ordinary. Moreover, the teacher is also a scholar of the country of calligraphy.
…”
"You do not understand."
The elder brother shook his head.
Although he woke up, he was still shocked in his heart. This Monument of King's Journey was something he could not imagine existing...
"..."
"Elder brother, what did you see?"
At this moment, another young disciple asked curiously, and other disciples were also quite curious after hearing this.
"I saw heaven and earth, I saw gentlemen, I saw self-improvement, I saw virtue..." Senior Brother muttered for a moment, then glanced at all the junior brothers and said, "I can't describe it, but it is shocking to people. There is a kind of...
The sky is so big and the earth is so thick. Gentlemen really exist..."
Everyone was stunned when they heard this, some of them didn't quite understand.
"Uh, Senior Brother, what do you mean?" A junior fellow student couldn't help but asked, "Tell me, make it simpler?"
"What I just said is the simplest one." The senior brother said, "Actually, it is too complicated and obscure, and I can't describe it." After a pause, he added, "As long as you see it, you will understand it.
What am I talking about."
"..."
"What's the purpose?"
"Purpose?" Senior Brother was stunned for a moment, then gestured to the Junxing Monument and said, "Isn't it written on the Junxing Monument?"
"..."
After a while, a disciple said: "Senior Brother, do you need to wake up the teacher? It's almost time to wake up."
The senior brother shook his head and said to the junior brothers: "Teacher, I will just keep watch. You all can go and have a rest."
"Let's guard together."
A disciple said.
"No need, go ahead." Senior Brother said, "If you don't want to rest, you can also take a look at Twenty-Seven Books Mountain."
"Senior Brother, there is something weird about this Twenty-Seven Books Mountain..."
"It's a bit weird indeed."
"Even if I wanted to see it, I couldn't."
At this time, everyone started talking. Among the thirty-three of them, there is only one senior brother. He has not been to the main hall yet. He has been guarding the Junxing Monument and has never seen the Twenty-Seven Books Mountain. However, they are thirty-three.
Among the two of them, only twelve could see the Twenty-Seven Books Mountain...
The other twenty people just looked lonely.
so.
The dozen or so people who are currently guarding the Monument of Junxing are all disciples who have not seen the Twenty-Seven Books Mountain. The disciples who can see the Book Mountain, as well as a few others, have been sitting cross-legged in the square or on the lawn.
inside……
In addition to them, there are also students from the academy.
Who doesn’t want to enter Twenty-Seven Books Mountain?
But now, after all, the ugly time is coming, and many students are gradually unable to hold on and have to take a rest.
Twenty-Seven Books Mountain is right there, there is no need to hold on.
"By the way, what is Tanxiang Academy's attitude towards us? However, after all, we were the ones who were rude in the first place. We can no longer offend Tanxiang Academy, and we must never be rude again." The senior brother smiled bitterly and said: "As saints, we
The disciples of the Academy, walking outside, represent the Holy Academy. They must not be arrogant or arrogant, and they must be humble and prudent towards people and things..."
"Elder brother, we understand."
Everyone said.
"Elder brother, don't worry. Junior brother and others have already explained and apologized to Tanxiang Academy seriously." Wang Guan smiled and said without taking it to heart, "Besides, we didn't do it on purpose. They will understand..."
"Will they understand?"
The elder brother frowned.
If it were an ordinary academy, it might be enough to reach this point. However, with Mr. An's academy, it is still not enough to reach this point.
He pondered for a moment and then said: "Junior brother Wang, how about you go to the oxcart and get three swords of jade bamboo paper? This should be regarded as an apology gift."
"Three swords and jade bamboo paper?"
Wang Guan couldn't help being surprised and said: "Senior Brother, is this necessary? This jade bamboo paper is the most precious rice paper in our Holy Academy, and it is hard to find. Even for a teacher, it only costs three swords a year, and even
Senior brother, one year is just one sword..."
"In addition to the Yuzhu paper, there is also the Da'an ink. Get them all."
Senior Brother said.
"Senior Brother, this..." Wang Guan said in shock, "If we take them all, what else will Teacher use? And, do we need so many? Senior Brother, you know how much this jade bamboo paper was worth in the Song Dynasty.
?Ten thousand gold! Moreover, there is a price but no market.”
"You can go as you please."
Senior Brother said.
"Senior Brother? Is this really necessary?" another disciple said.
"I'm afraid it's not enough." The senior brother shook his head, then took a look at the Monument of Monument, and said: "There is no need for twenty-seven mountains of books, just this Monument of Monument can make our Holy Academy eclipse.
Twenty-Seven Books Mountain makes the world eclipse..."
"Senior Brother, Junior Brother will go now."
Wang Guan bowed and hurried away with several disciples.
"Since you don't want to rest, go and see the Twenty-Seven Books Mountain." The senior brother looked in the direction of the main hall, but unfortunately he was blocked by the courtyard door and could not see the main hall, let alone the Twenty-Seven Books Mountain, and said:
"Mr. An has a good idea. He has read all the twenty-seven books. If he can become a sage, go ahead."
"Elder brother, you can also be a sage in our Holy Academy."
A disciple said.
Moreover, there are many sages in the Holy Academy. Generally speaking, great scholars can also be regarded as sages...
"The saints Mr. An talks about are not the saints you understand."
Senior Brother said.
"No? What is that?" A disciple was surprised and said, "A sage, isn't he a sage?"
"You will understand after you enter the Twenty-Seven Books Mountain."
The elder brother hesitated and said.
The sages that Feng Qingyan mentioned are indeed not sages from this world, but existences equivalent to the level of semi-saints and saints from this world.
At this moment, the remaining disciples headed towards the main hall square one after another.
They sat down cross-legged and looked up at the back of the hall, but still saw nothing. What they could see, they still couldn't enter...
In the square, the seventh princess Zhao Bi was also there.
She finally saw Twenty-Seven Books Mountain, and also vaguely saw Tu Ning on Renshan Mountain, but she couldn't go in either.
She was unwilling to give up.
But what can you do if you don’t give in? If you can’t advance, you just can’t advance.
Not only the seventh princess did not understand, but others also did not understand that it was not Shushan that kept them thousands of miles away; it was they who kept Shushan thousands of miles away.
Before I knew it, it was almost dawn.
boom--
At this moment, there seemed to be a loud noise coming from heaven and earth, making the heaven and earth tremble slightly in their chests.
Not only the students in the square and lawn were a little stunned and surprised, but also the sleeping literati.
At this moment, many people were awakened.
"What happened?"
"What was vibrating just now? It actually made the heaven and earth in my chest feel something?"
"Could it be that something has changed in Shushan?"
"It's not like a mountain of books."
The students in the square said one after another, and they all got up from their meditation.
But at this time, a student noticed that there seemed to be a rather strange cloud floating behind him, and asked in surprise: "What is that?"
Everyone in the square heard the sound and looked around.
"Hey, this cloud is a little weird."
"Xiangyun?"
"Yes, it's Xiangyun."
"This auspicious cloud should be floating from the gate..."
The appearance of clouds is so unique that even though many students have never seen it with their own eyes, they can basically guess what it is when they see it.
It’s Xiangyun!
Under the pale sky in the east, a bright white auspicious cloud is slowly floating.
"How come there are auspicious clouds suddenly? Is there a saint born? A saint is born?!" At this moment, many students were shocked. Many ancient books recorded that only when a saint is born, there will be auspicious clouds accompanying him.
When auspicious clouds appear in the world, it means that a saint is born.
"This is indeed the legendary auspicious cloud. Is it really the birth of a saint? Who is it?"
"Mr. An!"
At this moment, some people immediately thought of Mr. An. When they saw that if anyone in Tanxiang Academy became a saint, it must be Mr. An.
Apart from Mr. An, they couldn't think of anyone else.
"Mr. An became a saint?"
"It must be. Look at those auspicious clouds. If not Mr. An has become a saint, what else could it be? Ancient books record that only when a saint is born can auspicious clouds appear in the world..."
"Haha, Xiangyun!"
Auspicious clouds float in the sky, exuding a faint holy atmosphere.
At this moment, countless literati got up from their beds and ran out without even taking off their clothes.
"Xiangyun, Xiangyun..."
"It is indeed auspicious clouds, it is indeed auspicious clouds, a saint has really been born."
In just a moment, the entire Tanxiang Academy seemed to be boiling, and countless people looked up to see the rising auspicious clouds.
Although there is only one auspicious cloud, it is not small.
"Hey, that Mr. An has become a saint?" The disciples who came from the Holy Academy were also quite shocked. However, it seems reasonable that Mr. An became a saint. After all, the existence of Twenty-Seven Books Mountain has already
It shows that Mr. An is very extraordinary and may be more than a teacher.
No matter what, it is a lifetime blessing to be able to see sanctification with your own eyes.
"This Mr. An is really not simple."
A disciple said.
"Our Holy Academy has been here for two or three hundred years, and there are no saints left."
"good……"
In the square, more than a dozen disciples from the Holy Academy looked at the auspicious clouds and sighed. However, as they looked at it, they suddenly realized that something was wrong, and one of the disciples said: "Brother, the direction in which the auspicious clouds are floating is not the direction of the Junxing Monument.
? It seems that it is still the location of Junxing Monument..."
"Seems to be."
"Mr. An, it's impossible to become a saint there."
"yes."
"That?"
"teacher?!!"
At this moment, they looked at each other with huge surprise in their eyes, and their bodies trembled slightly.
This may not be the sainthood of Mr. An, but the teacher’s sainthood.
The teacher is one of the three supreme sages of the Holy Academy.
Most likely to be sanctified.
Therefore, it is not impossible for a teacher to suddenly become a saint.
"Could it be that you are really a teacher?"
A disciple said.
They suddenly ran towards the door.
Ding-ding-ding-ding——
At this time, the books in the Tanxiang Academy and the books in the bamboo buildings by the Weishui River suddenly emitted bursts of crisp music.
Like the sound of gold and the vibration of jade.
At first, many students were confused and didn't understand what the sound was because they had never heard it before.
"What is this sound?"
In the square, the seventh princess asked doubtfully, but the scholar next to her could not answer.
"This is the sound of gold and jade, but it is very regular and very pleasant..." As the scholar was talking, he suddenly thought of something and said: "The sound of gold and jade vibrates, this is the 'resonance of words'!"
“What is ‘literal resonance’?”
someone asked.
"The resonance of words? In the legend, the resonance of words when a saint becomes a saint?"
Someone opened his mouth and said.
But since the auspicious clouds have appeared in this world, isn’t it normal for words to resonate with them?
At this moment, many people reacted and were shocked. They did not expect to see the resonance of the legendary words.
"Mr. An has become a saint, Mr. An has become a saint."
There are also many students from the academy who are shouting excitedly. After all, they are considered students of the academy, and it is natural and honorable for Mr. An to become a saint.
Bang——
It's like an explosion of air.
At this moment, everyone saw that the majestic and turbulent literary energy gathered in the sky above the Junxing Monument.
"What's this?"
"This is Wenqi!"
"Wenqi?"
"Yes, literary spirit! The auspicious clouds appear in the world, the words resonate, and the literary spirit penetrates the sky. If it is not sanctification, what can it be?"
A quasi-great scholar was extremely excited.
But gradually.
Many literati found that the direction was wrong. If it was Mr. An, it should be in the direction of the back hall of the academy. How could it be the direction of the gate?
This made many people stunned.
Isn't it Mr. An?
But if it wasn’t Mr. An, who else could it be?
At this time, many literati went to the gate, poured out of the academy, or ran away from the bamboo building.
When they came to the gate of the academy, everyone was stunned.
It’s not Mr. An who became a saint!
The person who became a saint was an old man in Confucian attire, a great sage who came from the Holy Academy...
At this moment, many literati were sitting there in a daze, as if they couldn't accept it. Why didn't Mr. An become a saint?
"It's not Mr. An, it's not Mr. An..."
Some scholars murmured.
"This this……"
"I……"
Except for the disciples of the Holy Academy, everyone believes and thinks that Mr. An became a saint. Moreover, in their opinion, there is no other person except Mr. An...
But it turned out not to be.
The person who became a saint was an old man who came from Zhongtu Sheng Academy, an old man who had just arrived at Tanxiang Academy.
"It turned out to be him..."
Even the Seventh Princess was also a little distracted. She was full of joy and excitement before, but in the end, the disciples of the Holy Academy became saints.
This gap is somewhat large.
At this time, Wang Guan and others were extremely excited. The teacher had become a saint. From then on, they were disciples of the saint...
A half-saint is also a saint!
In this world, it is very difficult to become a half-saint. Even the Holy Academy has not had a half-saint for two to three hundred years.
"Haha, it is the teacher who is the saint! It is the teacher who is the saint!"
Some disciples hugged each other excitedly.
Although it was said that the teacher was one of the three most eminent sages of the Holy Academy and was most likely to become a saint, they did not expect that it would happen so quickly.
In fact, the teacher is only over seventy years old.
still young".
"Disciple Chen Ya, pay homage to Mr. An."
But at this moment, the old man in Confucian uniform bowed respectfully to the academy hall.