Chapter 763 Wen Dao Sword Intent, Confucian scholars?
At the same time that Tang Ming was condensing his literary sword spirit.
Jinling City, Confucius Temple.
Meng Wenhui, who was wearing a green shirt, suddenly raised his head and looked towards Jinling University.
Opposite him, there is a stunning woman playing chess with him.
Mo Yuyan held the white chess piece in her hand and was about to make a move when her delicate body suddenly trembled and she raised her head and looked into the distance: "Teacher, I feel that there is something wrong with the atmosphere at Jinling University."
"Um."
Meng Wenhui looked solemn and said in a concentrated voice: "The literary energy is pouring in, and the literary energy at Jinling University is fluctuating violently."
As he spoke, he took out a half-arm-long black wooden ruler from his pocket. The black wooden ruler looked extremely old and had a long history.
"Buzz buzz—" The black wooden ruler trembled incessantly, and a vague sword-shaped mark appeared on the pitch black ruler.
"This is... Wen Dao Sword Intent!"
"What a pure literary spirit, what a demonic talent, how can he condense the swordsmanship of literature and art!"
Meng Wenhui stood up suddenly, his eyes shining brightly.
"Wen Dao Sword Intent?"
Mo Yuyan was a little confused, she didn't know what it was.
"A great Confucian monk can practice literature and Taoism with great aura. A powerful Confucian monk has a clear mind, understands the meaning of Taoism, and understands the principles. As long as he is a great Confucian, his qualifications must be extraordinary."
"Confucian Sage Confucius's enlightenment on the Three Thousand Great Paths did not rely on his own qualifications, but on the irrigation of literary spirit. The greatest advantage of a Confucian monk is that he can continuously improve his own cultivation qualifications through literary spirit."
"Literature is wisdom, and those who understand it can cleanse their souls, strengthen their brains, and enhance their talents."
Meng Wenhui explained slowly.
His eyes were still fixed on Jinling University: "Now, there is someone at Jinling University who has condensed the Wen Dao Sword Intent."
"Confucianism dates back more than two thousand years. There are less than ten people who can condense the artistic conception of literature, Taoism, and all of them are powerful."
"..." Mo Yuyan slightly opened her red lips, her pretty face also full of shock.
Confucianism and Taoism have been circulating in China for more than two thousand years. After the rise and fall of many secular dynasties, there are less than ten great masters who have understood the artistic conception of literature and Taoism.
But now.
Jinling University appeared over there! "Such a superb literary spirit, could it be that some modern Confucian master came to Jinling City?"
Or, some hidden Confucian master appears..." "Probably not. If a Confucian master emerges, I will definitely be able to detect it."
"And there's something weird about it.
"Meng Wenhui frowned and stared at the picture that appeared on the black wooden ruler.
The picture is a little blurry, but it's not difficult to see what it looks like.
"The artistic conception of literature and Taoism is condensed into a form, which is not calligraphy and painting, but the shape of a sword, which is unprecedented."
"what happened?"
Meng Wenhui murmured to himself.
After a while, the literary fluctuations in the distance subsided, and the picture revealed on the black wooden ruler gradually disappeared, turning into dark and old lines again.
He carefully put away the black wooden ruler and looked up, only to find that Mo Yuyan was a little dazed.
"Yuyan, what's wrong with you?"
"I, I'm fine, I'm just a little shocked..." Mo Yuyan came back to her senses and responded in a panic.
She suddenly remembered something.
Mo Fan asked her for leave today and said that he would have a party with his brothers in the dormitory and would not come back tonight, which meant that Tang Xuantian was at Jinling University.
No one at Jinling University has understood the literary spirit in a hundred years.
Today, someone has condensed the sword spirit of Wen Dao.
What a coincidence.
Coincidentally, Mo Yuyan had to suspect that the evildoer who condensed the literary sword spirit was Tang Xuantian!... Inside Jinling University.
Tang Ming restrained his Wen Dao sword and glanced towards the Confucius Temple.
Just now, he seemed to have noticed a vague fluctuation, but he didn't think much about it, thinking that it was just the influence of culture and style on each other.
"It's an unexpected surprise."
"I have comprehended four completely different true meanings of swordsmanship, and it is also the swordsmanship that assists in comprehending."
Tang Ming had a smile on his face and walked towards the campus.
When he passed by the campus pedestrian street, a shout of surprise came from beside him.
""Monitor!"
Miao Liyun ran over waving her little hands.
She was wearing the uniform of a coffee shop, and she didn't know whether it was because she was running or for other reasons. Her pretty face was flushed, and she looked pretty.
"Monitor, you are such a rare visitor. We all thought you were going to drop out of school."
Miao Liyun pursed her lips and smiled.
"Forehead."
Tang Ming smiled bitterly, touched his nose, and coughed dryly: "I went out of town to do some errands, and I just came back. Are you working part-time here?"
"Yeah, the boss lady opened a branch in the campus commercial street and transferred me here. It just happens to be convenient for classes."
Miao Liyun smiled and nodded.
She paused, suddenly biting her red lips, and asked with some anxiety: "Monitor, can you do me a favor?"
"What's the business, you say?"
"That's right, that's right..." Miao Liyun lowered her head, her face flushed: "There are many boys pursuing me, which has affected the normal business of the coffee shop. I lied to them that I had a boyfriend, but they didn't believe it.
,So, I think..." Her voice became smaller and smaller.
When I got to the back, my head almost dropped to my chest, and I couldn't even hear the sound clearly.
"Want me to help you act?"
Tang Ming laughed dumbly and nodded: "Okay, I don't often go to school anyway, so it doesn't hurt if more people are jealous."
He walked towards the coffee shop.
Miao Liyun followed behind her with a flushed face, her heart beating violently.
When we walked into the coffee shop, it was quite spacious. Many boys were sitting in the seats, seemingly drinking coffee, but in fact they were all looking at Miao Liyun.
"Liyun, make me a cup of coffee, no, make four cups. I have some buddies coming later."
Tang Ming turned around and said with a smile: "I will treat guests to dinner tonight, and you should come with me and let them meet my sister-in-law."
This was said loudly on purpose, so many people heard it.
Many boys looked at Tang Ming with hostility in their eyes.
"Hmm..." Miao Liyun looked at Tang Ming gratefully and went to make coffee with a blushing face.
Tang Ming also found an empty table and chair and was about to sit down.
Suddenly, a tall boy came over and knocked on the table: "There is someone here."
"Yeah?"
Tang Ming laughed: "Anyone with eyes can see that no one is sitting here, and you just came from another table."
The tall boy frowned and said displeased: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? I have brothers coming over later, so get out of the way."
"Boy, don't fucking find trouble."
"If you annoy me, you'll get nothing good from me."
He was 1.9 meters tall, staring down at Tang Ming with contempt in his eyes.
When the boys around him saw this, many of them took pleasure in his misfortune.
Tang Ming turned around, looked at Miao Liyun and asked, "Liyun, did this person just book a table?"
"No, he's not determined..." Miao Liyun shook her head and walked out with a pretty face: "Zhang Zhenxin, can you please stop making unreasonable troubles."
Zhang Zhenxin sneered: "I just want to sit here, is there any problem?"