Looking at it, Ye Shaohan felt a palpitation in his heart. The insipid gazes of the three people made his soul feel like facing a mountain, unshakable. However, what surprised Ye Shaohan was that there was nothing in the three old men in front of him.
His cultivation gives people inexplicable pressure.
The most eye-catching thing is undoubtedly the old man. His eyes are very deep and condensed, and there seems to be a power to see through the soul between the changes in his eyes.
The three old men must be great Confucian scholars with vast knowledge, knowledge of the world, and knowledge of ancient and modern times.
After the three old men appeared, the air above the jade platform seemed to be solidified, and everyone's movements were no longer as casual as before, and their behavior became more regular.
"Although these three old men have no cultivation, their soul power is no less than that of Lingzong realm warriors." Huo Qilin's slightly deep voice echoed in Ye Shaohan's heart, not hiding the surprise in his words.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan's soul power surged towards the three of them like water. However, before he got close to two meters away from the three of them, it was as if he encountered an invisible giant wall and could no longer move any further.
"What a powerful soul." Ye Shaohan said secretly, with a rare look of solemnity on his face.
Ye Shaohan was not the only one who was like this, the faces around him showed solemn expressions, and even some students with poor cultivation secretly mobilized their true energy to resist the pressure of this soul.
Under the leadership of the literary master Mo Che, the other two old men stood side by side. Mo Che took a step forward and looked towards the void with his condensed eyes, with a trace of reverence on his face.
The faint voice of "Welcome to the Holy Statue" revealed incomparable majesty and magnanimity.
Following Mo Che's words, the void that had been filled with fireworks became silent in vain, and those young stars were no longer as dazzling as before.
The bang was like a thunder exploding in the depths of everyone's souls. Almost at the same time, countless eyes suddenly looked up into the void, where seven phantoms emerged.
The seven phantoms fell downwards like falling stars in the starry sky. The sound of breaking wind they brought was endless. In an instant, there was not a single snowflake within a few miles.
Ye Shaohan also narrowed his eyes and stared at the seven phantoms, and at this moment, a majestic righteousness of heaven and earth emerged from these seven phantoms, covering a space of several hundred meters.
Seven huge phantoms finally floated in the sky above the jade platform, and their dazzling light bloomed from the seven phantoms. After a few breaths, the dazzling light slowly receded, and the seven stone statues also appeared on everyone's faces.
.These seven phantoms are clearly carved stone statues of seven old men. Each stone statue exudes a grand and square atmosphere.
For this reason, Mo Che suddenly bowed to the seven stone statues in the sky. In an instant, the seven stone statues shook suddenly, and immediately erupted with a powerful righteousness that seemed to have lasted forever.
This majestic and righteous aura was upright, soft yet strong, enough to compete with the sun and the moon. For a moment, an inexplicable coercion was generated in everyone's souls.
The participating students standing on the jade platform took a few steps back, and their tall and straight bodies had to bend downwards.
There were only a handful of people at the scene who could still stand in place. In addition to Ye Shaohan, there were three old men and Feng Yunxiao. However, at this moment, there was a bitter smile on the corner of Feng Yunxiao's mouth.
Looking at the seven lifelike statues, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but have a look of surprise in his eyes. Could these be the statues of the Seven Confucian disciples?
There are hundreds of schools of thought in mainland China, but only Confucianism is the dominant one, and the seven people who founded this Confucian school are also called the Seven Confucianists.
The status of the Seven Confucian Sons in the hearts of Confucian students is extremely high, no less than those of the gods. The Seven Confucian Sons are Kong Shengzi, Meng Shengzi, Han Shengzi, Xun Shengzi, Lao Shengzi, Zhuang Shengzi, and Mo Shengzi.
The Seven Sons of Confucianism are also extremely noble in the mainland. At this moment, Ye Shaohan looked at the seven stone statues motionlessly, and his heart was shocked.
Just seven stone statues are enough to shock people's hearts. How terrifying is the soul power of the seven Confucian disciples?
What shocked Ye Shaohan the most was the awe-inspiring aura erupting from the seven stone statues. Just that aura of awe-inspiring aura could probably rival several Lingzong realm warriors.
Are these Seven Confucian Sons really just seven new Confucian students?
Regarding this, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but have a look of suspicion on his face, and at this moment Huo Qilin's slightly deep voice came up again: "Why do these seven stone statues look so familiar? It seems that I have seen them somewhere, strange?"
Huo Qilin murmured to himself. After hearing this, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but use his soul to communicate with Huo Qilin: "Why, do you know these seven Confucian scholars?"
"The Seventh Son of Confucianism? This name is a bit domineering, but why don't I remember it at all?" Huo Qilin said slightly confused, obviously lost in memories.
"Do you really know these seven Confucian disciples? The founding of Confucianism can be traced back thousands of years. Logically speaking, you should have been huddled in the necklace by that time?"
Ye Shaohan murmured to himself, and then continued to communicate with Huo Qilin: "Thousands of years ago, the literary style gradually emerged, and hundreds of schools of thought were flourishing at that time. However, under the advocacy of these seven people, Confucianism emerged. Confucianism advocated
The doctrine of "rule by etiquette", "rule by virtue" and "rule by man" were favored by the rulers at that time. Therefore, a major event that affected the literary world also happened on the mainland, which was "deposing hundreds of schools of thought and respecting Confucianism alone." This
It also created a situation where the Confucian family was dominant."
"Government by etiquette? Rule by virtue? Rule by people?" Huo Qilin discovered for the first time that there was still a certain generation gap between himself and this era.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but laugh. Fire Qilin had always given him the feeling that it was omnipotent, but unexpectedly, there was also an existence that he didn't even know existed.
In this regard, Ye Shaohan explained impatiently: "The rule of etiquette has its own special code of conduct, while the rule of ethics advocates the use of morality to influence and educate people, and the rule of man is to value people's
Specialization, emphasizing people's possible moral development, and emphasizing people's compassion." Saying this, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but think of the Confucian school in his previous life, and the core ideas of the two were basically the same.
"These seven boys can still come up with this thing?" Huo Qilin's words showed an inexplicable smile. Hearing this, Ye Shaohan couldn't help asking: "Do you know the seven of them?"
"Well, I met these seven old boys tens of thousands of years ago. At that time, they were still brats following the fourth generation. Unexpectedly, these seven people also achieved such achievements," Huo Qilin said in an old tone.
"Fourth generation?" Ye Shaohan was stunned, and then asked: "Is there any relationship between the Seventh Confucian Son and the Fourth Generation Moon God?"
"Of course it has something to do with it. To a certain extent, those seven old boys are the closed disciples of the fourth generation. Do you think it has something to do with it?" Huo Qilin said lightly.
Hearing this, a look of surprise appeared on Ye Shaohan's face. Looking at the seven magnificent statues, Ye Shaohan was still immersed in the fact that the seventh son of the Confucian sect was the disciple of the fourth generation Moon God.
After a long time, Ye Shaohan finally came to his senses and asked Huo Qilin with a little doubt: "Then the seven of them are not as ordinary Confucian scholars and warriors as the world said?"
"More than just one warrior, the qualifications of those seven people are extraordinary. After four generations of training, their cultivation is even more powerful." Huo Qilin rarely praised anyone.
Perhaps this is the only reason that can explain the horror of that awe-inspiring aura. The trace of awe-inspiring aura that has remained for thousands of years is comparable to that of several Lingzong realm warriors. It is not difficult for Ye Shaohan to imagine the earth-shattering cultivation of those seven people.
However, what puzzles Ye Shaohan is that if those seven people were highly cultivated, they would still be alive in the world, but why there has been no trace of them for thousands of years.
In this regard, Ye Shaohan asked the doubts in his heart, but the reply to Ye Shaohan was an inexplicable sigh from Huo Qilin.
The scenes he saw in the Sword Tomb reappeared in Huo Qilin's eyes, and there was also a trace of sadness in Huo Qilin's eyes?
Who in the world can live forever? He, the Fire Qilin, cannot, nor the four generations of moon gods, nor the seven Confucian disciples.
Seven huge phantoms were floating in the air, and the awe-inspiring aura they exuded moved everyone present.
There was not a single snowflake within a few miles. For a moment, the air within a few miles seemed to be solidified, and everyone felt that their breathing became heavier.
The cold wind was still roaring, so Mo Che straightened his figure, and immediately all the aura of awe emitted by the seven stone statues dissipated.
The heart-stopping pressure also dissipated, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, Mo Che took another step forward and said calmly: "The ceremony is over."
The faint voice revealed incomparable majesty and magnanimity, followed closely by hundreds of sharp wind-breaking sounds.
The sound of breaking wind hovered in the sky, and under the illumination of the sky, hundreds of phantoms slowly emerged from the void, and finally fell towards the jade platform like falling meteors.
The shadow gradually fell, and its shape emerged clearly in everyone's eyes. It was hundreds of stone tables.
The stone table is crystal clear and clearly carved from jade, with lifelike landscape paintings engraved on it.
The falling speed of the stone table gradually slowed down, and finally it landed lightly on the jade platform, standing neatly. The light fluorescence on the surface of the stone table looked particularly beautiful.
However, everything was not over yet. Hundreds of phantoms fell from the void, followed by the tangy fragrance of ink.
The rice paper and pen and ink slowly fell on the stone table. For a moment, the entire jade platform was filled with the faint fragrance of ink, and the spirits of the participating students who had been slightly injured were lifted.
Mo Che and the others took the lead to walk towards the stone table in the center, and immediately sat on the stone chairs, where the seven huge phantoms were visible in the void.
At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, the figures of Mo Che and the others seemed to overlap with the seven phantoms, making them look so tall.
Standing up, Mo Che glanced around with a slightly dull gaze, and said calmly: "Martial arts are respected in the mainland, but they rarely write about martial arts. Every move of martial arts has momentum, and the same goes for writing, every stroke.
, all have implications, the virtue of the article, integrate the essence and spirit, practice martial arts to pursue the path of being strong, practice writing to understand the principles, you are ready."
The plain voice was full of incomparable majesty. The warriors who originally looked down on the literati could hardly seriously injure the three old men in front of them who were about to be buried.