Strands of Confucian righteousness emerged continuously, gathered together, and turned into clouds.
And among the clouds, there were bursts of glowing light, which looked extremely gorgeous and made people unable to take their eyes away.
More importantly, in the mist and glow, there is a huge high platform, which is set off by Confucian righteousness. The high platform is large, oval-shaped, and seems to be made of some kind of special wood. It is suspended in mid-air.
middle.
You can still faintly see figures in the high platform, and at the same time, there are streams of light appearing from all directions and entering it.
Obviously, the opening of the Longyuan Conference attracted people from all forces, including Confucians and sects.
However, Song Zhishu did not pay attention to this, but focused on the high platform.
"Do you feel something is wrong?"
At this time, Lu Ming next to him spoke, with a slight smile in his eyes, and then said: "The venue of the Longyuan Conference is actually an inkstone, not a temporary one."
Inkstone?
Hearing this, Song Zhishu couldn't help but have a look of surprise on his face.
At first glance, he was surprised by the scene of the conference venue, and secondly, he really felt that the shape of the venue was not right.
But he really never thought that this was actually an inkstone, so after Lu Ming's reminder, Song Zhishu took a closer look and found that it was indeed very similar, but he became even more confused: "Then this venue was specially built in the shape of an inkstone.
of?"
After all, the Longyuan Conference is a grand gathering of Confucianism, and the inkstone is a must-have for Confucian scholars.
It is indeed reasonable to use its shape as a venue.
"No, this is an inkstone."
Lu Ming shook his head and explained: "This inkstone, named Fang Tianyan, is a cultural treasure of our southern Confucian school. It was made by Yuan Sheng. According to the immortal way, it is equivalent to a magic weapon. However, what is different from the magic weapon is that the cultural treasure
The usage is somewhat different and needs to be stimulated by Confucian righteousness."
"Literary treasures are magic weapons for scholars, but generally speaking, literary treasures are very rare, and even if they are obtained, some Confucian scholars cannot use them. Only those who have reached the realm of great Confucianism can use them. Their power is no less than the Taoist tools in the immortal way.
"
After hearing this, Song Zhishu nodded slightly.
He still knew the so-called literary treasure. As the other party said, it was a magic weapon for scholars.
But I have never seen it before, because cultural treasures are very important to Confucianism and the number is too small.
But he didn't expect that he would have the opportunity to see it now, and it would also become the venue for this Longyuan Conference.
No wonder Song Zhishu could feel the huge Confucian righteousness in it, and it was emitted by itself without any means.
"It is a cultural treasure that is not weaker than Taoist tools. Unfortunately, the eunuchs used are very harsh and require at least a great scholar to activate it." As he continued to approach, Song Zhishu looked at Fang Tianyan, who was getting closer and closer, which was the venue of the Longyuan Conference.
Thinking in mind.
Different from the Taoist artifact, he didn't feel much danger in this cultural treasure.
Come to think of it, there is indeed a big difference between the so-called cultural treasures and magical treasures.
Soon after, Song Zhishu and a group of southern Confucianists finally went to Fang Tianyan, where people from various university sects had gathered. He saw Zheng Gongwen of the Wang sect. Next to him, there was a young man with extraordinary temperament, standing out from the crowd.
, standing among the great Confucians, he is very different from some young people of the same age.
The other party seemed to feel Song Zhishu's gaze, and then looked over and nodded.
Come to think of it, this person is Li Cexuan, the most valued person among the Wang sect.
Song Zhishu slightly cupped his hands, but didn't say much, and then began to move his eyes again. Soon everyone from the sect also came into view, led by Cen Xingyuan, but he did not see any outstanding existence beside him.
.
The saint doesn't seem to be around anymore.
Doesn’t it mean that this person will also participate in the Longyuan Conference?
Song Zhishu couldn't help but wonder about this, but soon, he suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.
Because among the scholars of the sect, he discovered a certain kind of special aura, which was Confucian righteousness, but it was different from the Confucian righteousness of ordinary scholars. This aura was purer and more condensed, almost approaching Haoran's righteousness.
Following this aura, Song Zhishu finally saw a young man in the sect who had a very ordinary appearance and no special temperament.
But the Confucian righteousness exuded by this person is actually more special than that of some great Confucians.
"So, this is the sage's ancestral ritual?"
Song Zhishu thought in his mind and immediately confirmed the identity of the other party.
The reason was simple, because he found that the people around him, including Lu Ming and even Gu Yun Da Ru and others, did not seem to be aware of the other person's existence, and just regarded this person as an ordinary scholar.
If it weren't for the vast righteousness in his body, he would be more sensitive to the reader's breath, and he might not even be able to detect it.
"Queen of Saints, don't you want to be discovered?"
Song Zhishu thought about it and believed that it was possible that the sect directly regarded the other party as an extremely important existence, otherwise there would be no news for so many years, and now that he appeared at the Longyuan Conference, he obviously wanted to use it as a trump card.
In this regard, he did not choose to say anything, but went to the location that had been prepared in advance together with everyone.
The venue of the Longyuan Conference is oval-shaped, with high sides and a venue in the middle.
All schools of thought, as well as the major forces that came to watch, have their own areas, which are divided very strictly. They have obviously been prepared for a long time.
Among them there are many elders and disciples of the three major sword sects, the Dragon Tiger Taoist sect and the Yin Yang Immortal sect, but the number is relatively small and they are all low-key. After all, this is a grand gathering of Confucianism, and it would be bad to overshadow the guests.
At the same time, Song Zhishu and his group were heading to the location of the Southern Sect.
The young scholar in the sect who looked very ordinary suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.
"What's wrong?"
Cen Xingyuan noticed the young scholar's reaction and couldn't help but frowned and spoke.
"Someone has discovered my existence. It should be the scholar named Song Zhishu." The young man spoke, with some contemplation in his eyes. He is contaminated with the aura of a saint. If he wants to hide it, even the great Confucians can't see through it, so just go with him.
Just like ordinary people.
But now, he was actually discovered by someone, and he was still the same age, so he couldn't help but be surprised.
"What? Does Song Zhishu still have such ability?"
Hearing this, even Cen Xingyuan couldn't help but be surprised. He knew that this person was very talented, but he never thought that he could actually do this. It should be noted that the Zongsheng lineage spent a lot of money to hide this saint.
In addition to not wanting to be known by outsiders, the most important thing is to protect. After all, the saint has passed away and the demons will come out of Beizhou.
These demons may target the saint, so no matter what, they must be careful.
And their approach is also effective. Not to mention outsiders, even Confucian scholars don’t know much about the news about the saint. Just like now that the Longyuan Conference has started, not even the leaders of some schools have heard about it.
Recognize it.
But now, Song Zhishu actually discovered it.
"I don't know how he did it, but no matter what, this person is extraordinary. He is a great talent, a real great talent." The young man, Zong Li, spoke and couldn't help but look at where Song Zhishu was, his eyes revealed.
Looking curious.
After thinking for a moment, he continued: "Mr. Cen, if our sect wants to flourish, we must recruit Song Zhishu. I have a feeling that his future achievements will not be weaker than mine."
After the words fell, Cen Xingyuan's eyes were no longer surprised, but shocked.
After becoming a saint, you received the teachings of a saint when you were young. Although you are not yet at the level of a gentleman now, there is basically no problem in becoming a great Confucian in the future. Moreover, it is also possible to open up the holy path.
Now, the other party actually said that Song Zhishu's future achievements would not be weaker than his own.
"Recruiting? I'm afraid this is a bit difficult."
Cen Xingyuan thought for a moment and felt that it was a bit difficult to handle. After all, it was not that he had never tried it before. He even said what the saint said in the original note, but the other party still did not agree, so he just nodded to Zong Li's words and did not continue to say more.
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In the lineage of Zongsheng, one person after the saint is enough.
Regarding this, Zong Li pondered for a moment and understood the other party's thoughts, but did not continue to persuade him and focused his attention on the venue.
At this time, Song Zhishu and his party had already arrived at a position belonging to the Southern Confucian school. Under Zeng Yong's suggestion, he directly stood with a group of great Confucianists, which showed how much the Southern school valued them.
"It's almost time, Gu Yun, let's go." Zeng Yong looked at the time and said immediately.
"Yes, Master Zeng."
The great scholar Gu Yun slightly cupped his hands and said nothing more.
Confucian righteousness surged, lifting his whole body up, and then landed at the center of Fang Tianyan, which was the center of the venue.
This time, the Longyuan Conference was held under the leadership of the Southern Confucianists. In addition to the preliminary preparations, the most important thing was to preside over it from beginning to end. As the leading scholar of the Southern Confucianists, Gu Yun was naturally bound to do so.
"Everyone."
Master Gu Yun looked at everyone present, slightly cupped his hands, and then spoke.
Confucianism attaches great importance to etiquette, and as a grand event held once every ten years, the Longyuan Conference naturally has a lot to do, such as worshiping the saints, reading out the saints' speeches, etc. Everyone present must abide by it. If there is anyone who does not comply with the etiquette,
, no matter who it is, will be expelled immediately.
Even the powerful men from various sects who come to watch need to abide by it.
After all, this is a big deal.
Moreover, the saints of Confucianism have also made great contributions to the human race. They are also considered younger generations, and they should be so.
It took a full hour for the various worship ceremonies to end. In the center of the venue, in addition to Gu Yun, there were several other great scholars. They were representatives from the university school. These people were the ones who taught at this conference.
Judges.
It also fell into their hands to discern whose doctrine was superior.
Soon, following the words of the great scholars, the Longyuan Conference officially started.