Six hours have passed since the Imperial College was closed.
The Prime Minister did not attend the agenda that day. When he got the news and rushed over, the entrance to the Imperial College had been sealed.
He could only lead a group of ministers to think of a solution outside.
But the seal was left by the power of two saints, and it was impossible to open it at their level.
At the beginning, everyone was still talking about maybe there was an accident.
But soon, they also felt that something was wrong.
The culture of Daqian is gradually disappearing.
This means that thousands of students in the Imperial College are in danger.
Most of those people are from the Wenfa Sect, as well as Tao leaders in the ten directions, representing the highest level of Daqian at present.
Unexpectedly, all these people would be wiped out in the blink of an eye.
There were large beads of sweat on the Prime Minister's forehead.
He could already imagine the anger of the Mo Alliance in the Yunshang Realm when they found out.
"Everyone," he swallowed hard, "I have informed the Mexican Alliance that they are on their way.
Where is your sect?"
"Sir, it takes time to transmit the news. All the experts from our sect are dispatched. It is estimated that they will be able to arrive in the capital soon."
"To be honest, this seal has left a literary shackles. We are not very talented and have little knowledge, so we cannot break it."
Waste! What a bunch of waste!
As important ministers in the court, they usually spend their days living and drinking, and they don't study well.
The Prime Minister was so angry that his hands and feet were shaking.
"Sir," someone said by the way, "I thought it must be a problem with the Qiqu Treasure Land.
It's just that we don't know where the Seven Songs Treasure Land actually is."
"Reporting to your lord, I have just received an urgent message from the sect. Somewhere, I have noticed the phenomenon of condensed literary energy and floating literary Dao, and... it is also accompanied by signs of the opening of the heavenly gate in the upper realm of the clouds."
The Prime Minister's body swayed, and he took a few steps back: "Do you know the specific place?"
"It's impossible to know, it's just a perception. If it's implemented, I'm afraid it will take a few days."
a few days
For those who seek immortality, just counting their breaths can often decide everything.
It's over, it's really over this time.
Unexpectedly, the imperial examination was fine, the imperial examination was fine, and the Confucian Temple of the Imperial College was fine.
In confusion, the Prime Minister seemed to have thought of something: "Is Your Majesty also in there?"
Everyone looked at him like an idiot.
"Sir, your Majesty will take charge of this agenda, and the students will follow, so naturally they will be inside."
"So what if it's inside? The only person who can set up such a seal is a saint. What can the emperor do?"
"I'm afraid there's nothing you can do about it."
"No wonder! No wonder! If Hunjun hadn't held some imperial examinations, the current situation would not have been caused."
"Sir, Your Majesty must not stay any longer. Please take action as soon as possible."
……
The prime minister calmed down and didn't listen to a word of the courtier's words.
On the contrary, when he realized that Xu Mochen was also inside, he suddenly felt like a drowning man, grabbing the driftwood and calming down.
He doesn't know why, but he has a feeling that the emperor can resolve the current crisis.
"Wait," he took a deep breath, "Hurry up and handle all the matters. The rest, wait here with me!"
He doesn't know what the result will be, but he can only wait.
By this time, it’s night.
The sky changes, the Wenqu star becomes dim, and the Daqian Wendao disappears.
When everyone was about to cry, suddenly, like a bright light shining in the darkness, the Ziwei Emperor Star suddenly lit up.
The flickering light covers the Wenqu star, which is worthy of protecting the swaying weak light.
Emperor Xingzhu Wenqu
When the Prime Minister was in shock and doubt, he felt that the entire capital, no!
The whole Daqian seems to have changed.
The presence or absence of literary spirit is like a spark gradually starting a prairie fire, floating wisps and strands upwards into the sky.
A light flashed in his mind, and he stood up from the ground, with his sword flying into the sky.
Looking down, the capital, and even the surrounding prefectures and counties, were all flooded with lights, large and small.
It’s literary spirit! Very weak literary spirit!
A little light represents a person's weak literary quality. Not to mention the immortal cultivators and students, even the gentry's children would look down upon something of this level.
But just like this, bit by bit, slowly merged and gathered, and began to condense into a huge vortex in the sky above Daqian Middle Earth.
And from inside this whirlpool, the Prime Minister clearly felt the power of literary education.
Ah, no, strictly speaking, it is not the original Wen Dao.
Very similar, but not the original Daqian's literary style.
As a being in the upper realm of the clouds, the Prime Minister's vision and knowledge are naturally far superior to those of ordinary courtiers. At this moment, he was stunned: "Daqian... on the basis of the original culture...
A new literary style was born..."
What facilitated this change were all the students from across the world.
Zhou Sheng and Ouyang Yongren extracted the literary spirit of noble students and elite students from all over the world, and used them to jump over the dragon gate or build a ladder to the sky.
Zhou Sheng even paved the way with Daqian's literary tradition, causing the literary tradition to decline.
But these literary qualities and moral principles are the main strength of Daqian, but they are not all.
Xu Mochen's examinations and other tests stimulated the three teachings and nine streams of the entire Daqian middle and lower levels.
These people have very weak literary spirit, but that is still literary spirit.
One person is not enough, there are ten, hundreds, thousands and thousands of them. The amount of awakening gathered is no less than the original.
Sensing the changes in the sky, sensing the picturesque landscape outlined by Xu Mochen in the Qiqu Treasure Land, sensing the emperor's national destiny and determination to revitalize culture, Daqian underwent a qualitative change from a quantitative change.
The Prime Minister, who was in mid-air, stared blankly at the changes in front of him, and said to himself: "The way of all peoples is the truth that Zhenzhen articles should carry...
Your Majesty...Is this the answer you want to tell me..."
In the treasure land of Qiqu, the literary spirit and national destiny floating in the picturesque scenery of the country are intertwined and a new literary way has evolved.
And the new culture is once again mixed with the national destiny, and they are indistinguishable.
This is the result Xu Mochen wants. The destiny of the country and culture are closely related, and they can no longer be separated from each other.
If the country ceases to exist, culture and morality will no longer exist.
If culture and education are not flourishing, it will be difficult for the country to prosper.
Rather than the absolute opposition between culture and national destiny led by Zhou Sheng and others.
Xu Mochen's whole body was entangled with the national destiny and literary principles, which gradually disappeared into his body and penetrated his Qizang Divine Mansion.
Such changes made Zhou Sheng's ladder to heaven and the road to enlightenment become like toys in kindergarten to him.
The "reverse" power spread out, and he pushed the barrier of Yunshangjie away with all his strength.
Then he took a step forward, and a new literary path came into being, quickly leading to Zhou Sheng's feet.
With this feeling, Zhou Sheng's expression changed: "You can actually condense a new literary style"
This is impossible. The only people in the world who can do this are the literary ones recognized by Heaven.
If Xu Mochen is the Happy Immortal of Tu Dao, Heaven will never recognize him.
If he were not, Heaven would not allow an emperor who could cultivate immortality to exist.
How is it possible that his literary skills have been recognized by heaven!