Chapter Three Hundred and Eighty-Fifth The Body of Hao Qi!
As time goes by, the strong literary energy in Chen Shaojun's body is boiling, evaporating, and being replaced by Haoran's righteousness at an alarming speed. Every time how much Wenqi evaporates, how much Haoran's righteousness is poured into Chen Shaojun's body, replacing the original Wenqi, and interacting with Chen Shaojun's body.
body blends into one.
Chen Shaojun even felt that he could control these yang and strong righteousness as easily as breathing.
"Those two ultimatums..."
It was at this time that Chen Shaojun felt that deep in his mind, the two Confucian and Taoist ultimatums were like two Qi Pi, or similar to some kind of power core, dominating the entire cultural Qi transformation process.
And thanks to the effect of the two ultimatums, Chen Shaojun felt that the speed of his literary energy transformation was unexpectedly fast. In just a moment, all the literary energy in Chen Shaojun's body evaporated, and the surging Haoran righteousness also fell from the sky through it.
A long river of majestic energy, like the waterfall of the Milky Way in the Nine Heavens, poured into his body and blended into every inch of his bones, muscles, and all internal organs.
Moreover, Chen Shaojun’s transformation is different from that of ordinary people. Generally speaking, great Confucian scholars will stop changing after their literary energy is exhausted. However, the awe-inspiring righteousness that Chen Shaojun can contain is far beyond imagination. Even after the literary energy evaporates, there is still a steady flow of awe-inspiring righteousness.
Enter his body and further strengthen his body and strength.
This is the effect of a double ultimatum.
Time passed slowly, and there was silence in the entire holy temple. Whether it was the Confucian leader or the two Confucian and Taoist masters, they all held their breath and looked at Chen Shaojun bathing in the majestic river, showing expressions of nervousness and concern.
"His literary spirit has almost been transformed. Now it's time to see the last step."
Suddenly a great Confucian and Taoist master came to teach.
"Yeah, then it all depends on the individual's luck. I just don't know what kind of gift he will get."
Another great master said.
The two of them looked at Chen Shaojun on the altar, knowing that he could no longer hear the outside world at this time.
"This is no longer something we can control."
Confucian leader said:
"With the decline of literature, there are fewer and fewer people who can receive gifts from the scholars. It is extremely difficult for the Jingyue prodigy Wang Xiaonian to reach the realm of Confucianism at such a young age. However, with the help of the ancient sage essence in his body, it is only
I just got an inkstone."
"However, if even he cannot receive gifts from the disciples, it will probably be even more difficult for others after him."
The first Confucianism.
The two great masters of Confucianism and Taoism nodded in agreement.
And at this time, Chen Shaojun's literary energy finally reached the most critical moment. When all the literary energy in Chen Shaojun's body was transformed into Haoran's righteousness, and two golden pages were filled with Haoran's righteousness, some kind of change occurred from quantitative to qualitative changes.
happened--
Boom, there was only an earth-shaking loud noise, and in the lightning flash, a stream of energy suddenly rose into the sky from the top of Chen Shaojun's head. The energy was like a burning sun, extremely dazzling. When the energy burst out, boom
Long, most of the capital was shaken, and the bright light was even more dazzling, becoming the brightest presence in the entire capital.
Not only that, when the essence in Chen Shaojun's body soared into the sky, countless books and words, densely packed, followed and emerged from the sky, emerging in the dazzling essence like the scorching sun.
At the same time, most of the literary and Taoist scholars in the capital were also affected by the restless literary spirit in their bodies.
“How spectacular!”
In the streets, a literary scholar raised his head and looked in the direction of the northern temple with a shocked expression.
If the long river of majestic energy that symbolizes Confucianism and Taoism can only be seen by a few people, and the vast majority can only faintly perceive it, then Chen Shaojun's bright sun-like energy is extremely far away, even for ordinary people in the capital.
People can see it clearly.
"It's Chen Shaojun!"
Outside the palace city, Zhang Ze and Yan Lu, who had just driven out a few streets, were sitting in the carriage and sensed something. They looked up through the window in the direction of the temple where Chen Shaojun was, murmuring to themselves.
These two people are both extremely talented people, and like Wang Xiaonian, they also broke through to the Confucian realm not long ago and transformed the literary spirit in their bodies. However, compared with Chen Shaojun's explosive energy, the awe-inspiring righteousness of the two Confucian-level people immediately seemed insignificant.
"Sure enough, he is worthy of being a man who wrote chapters of saints. His essence is at least eight times stronger than when we were transformed."
Yan Lu beside him murmured.
However, there was a huge gap between the two sides, but there was no trace of jealousy in their hearts. Chen Shaojun was the one who defeated Liao Boya, which to a certain extent saved the face of all the great merchants, including them of course.
What's more, Chen Shaojun is a figure destined to become a sage. Being able to compete with him in the Hall of Heroes and witness the transformation of his literary spirit is already a great honor and a great honor.
"Brother Chen, congratulations."
The two of them secretly said.
Zhang Ze, Yan Lu and others were not the only ones who paid attention to this bright spirit. From all over the capital, countless great scholars and masters either stopped or walked out of the houses where they lived, and walked towards it one after another.
Outside, look up at the sky.
"He is the youngest son of the Chen family. The Confucian leader has already presided over the transformation ceremony for him."
"Thousands of chapters, chapters of prosperous times, our great business has produced another great scholar, and he is also a young great scholar. Let's go, let's go over together to congratulate him, this is a rare event."
"Well, maybe we will witness the birth of a Confucian and Taoist sage. This is a rare opportunity!"
…
The crowd in the entire capital began to change. At first, there were only twos and threes of great scholars heading in the direction of the Holy Temple, but soon more and more people changed directions, like waves gathering, heading in the direction of the Holy Temple.
.
At the same time, in a courtyard in the capital, a group of people were packing packages. Seeing the energy rising into the sky, they couldn't help but stop and look up at the same time.
"It's Chen Shaojun! He has completed his transformation!"
Liao Boya, dressed in white as snow, looked at the soaring energy with a smile in her eyes.
"Yes, who would have thought that there would be such a person in the Great Shang Dynasty, who was already a great Confucian scholar at such a young age!"
Master Dawenguo sighed.
The teenage Hongru had never accomplished such a feat even back then, let alone being able to write a sage chapter.
He had great expectations for this trip to Dashang, but now his dreams were shattered and he left sadly.
"Haha, teacher, don't you think that it is a blessing to have such a rival and a strong enemy to accompany you on your journey of literature and art? Teacher was defeated by Chen Zongxi, but why do I feel that teacher is not discouraged at all?
, on the contrary, you often feel happy about this?”
Liao Boya turned around and looked at his teacher with a faint smile.
"You kid——"
Ou Yemian shook his head and laughed. There is no better teacher than a disciple, but the one who knows the teacher best is the disciple.
"You are right. I have never regretted meeting Chen Zongxi as my teacher twenty years ago, but my teacher is not as open-minded as you."
"If you really think so, maybe in the future, you will still have a chance to meet each other and have a chance to defeat him. Maybe, as you said, he will become a fellow traveler on your road."
The master and apprentice glanced at each other and couldn't help but smile at each other.
…
Not to mention the movement in the outside world, when the essence in Chen Shaojun's body soared into the sky, submerged into the depths of the sky, and did not enter the vast and boundless river of majesty, it immediately caused waves all over the sky.
Buzz, before Chen Shaojun could react, in an instant, Chen Shaojun felt that his soul consciousness had entered another void. The surroundings were chaotic, as if there were countless consciousnesses paying attention to him, but there seemed to be nothing.
Chen Shaojun didn't know what was going on, but he could feel his body getting hotter and hotter. At the same time, Chen Shaojun could feel some invisible force that seemed to suddenly penetrate his body. The force seemed to be near but actually far away, elusive.
, and at the same time, something is brewing like an ocean storm.
At this moment, the holy temple has also reached a critical moment.
boom!
In the eyes of the Confucian leader and the two great masters, the figures of the three sages Kong Sheng, Yan Hui, and Ji Lu, who had disappeared, suddenly appeared again. Each of them was as tall as a mountain or a sea, and they were as tall as a mountain.
The originally fuzzy body became more and more real.
In the eyes of the Confucian leader and others, the three saints' eyes were condescending, and they all fell on Chen Shaojun.
"Something's wrong!"
Suddenly, a great master looked up at the sky. Chen Shaojun's energy disappeared into the sky. It should have merged with the vast river of energy deep in the sky. When the shadows of the three saints appeared again, it meant that the gifts of the disciples were about to come.
has arrived, but now, as far as the eye can see, the Haoran righteousness in the sky not only does not have that natural, soft, watery/mellow breath, but has become a little disordered.
On the ring altar, the three phantoms of the saints appeared, but immediately faded away, and it seemed that they would disappear again in just a few breaths.
"how so?"
At this moment, even Confucianism frowned.
Logically speaking, Chen Shaojun's qualifications and understanding should not have any problems. If even he cannot get the gifts from the disciples, then I am afraid that no one will be able to get them from now on.
"No, there seems to be something wrong with this child's body."
Suddenly, another Confucian and Taoist great master pointed at Chen Shaojun's abdomen and said.
After the ceremony presided over by the Confucian leader, Chen Shaojun's body should be clear inside and outside. It is a body of pure majesty. However, at this moment, in the lower left corner of Chen Shaojun's abdomen, a complex golden seal suddenly appeared. The seal looked like
It sounds extremely ancient and powerful, but under the golden seal, there is a hint of black aura.
"how so?"
In an instant, several great scholars looked at each other, speechless.