While Chen Shaojun was concentrating on studying, he did not know that outside the high courtyard wall of the Confucian Temple, the wind was surging, and in the blink of an eye, several figures suddenly appeared nearby.
Those people had strong bodies, sharp auras, and high bulges at their temples. One look at them showed that they had strong cultivation and extraordinary strength.
Moreover, the arms of these people were strong, with well-defined joints, and there was a thick layer of calluses on the tiger's mouth, indicating that they had been using swords for a long time, and they were obviously not good people.
"Have you found it?"
The man at the head had a cold look on his face, and the cold light radiated from his eyes when he opened and closed them, making people feel shuddering.
"My lord, we have found out clearly that the boy from the Chen family is indeed hiding in the Confucian Temple. During this period of time, we have turned the entire capital upside down, but we only missed the Confucian Temple. Who would have thought that he would actually be hiding here.
"
A killer said next to him, but his voice became quieter and quieter behind him.
The Confucian Temple has a special status. Regardless of the force, no one is willing to provoke Confucians unless necessary.
The consequences would be the same as poking a hornet's nest.
"Sir, what should we do now? Do we still want to pursue him?"
"If we don't kill that kid and the higher ups track him down, I'm afraid none of us will be able to escape. But if we rush in and cause trouble for the second prince, we will be even more..."
Another killer next to him said, looking very embarrassed.
The leader of the assassin stood still, looking at the nearby Confucian Temple, his eyes changing.
How could he not understand these things? The current situation would be death if we retreat, and I'm afraid it would be death if we advance.
That half-grown boy, with a negligible level of cultivation, if he really used his hands to rush into the Confucian Temple, they could crush him like an ant.
But no one expected that this kid would be so cunning and forcefully manipulated them in this way.
"Everyone separate, act together, be smart with your hands and feet, wear a towel, and don't leave any flaws."
"As long as you act quickly and neatly enough, there will be no trouble left behind!"
The leader of the assassin pondered for a long time, gritted his teeth and said fiercely.
Although Confucianism is difficult to offend, as long as you are careful enough, you will eventually have a chance of success.
And if they don't take action, they may die.
In just a moment, several people disappeared again like ghosts. When they reappeared, they had changed their disguises and outfits, and appeared in various directions outside the Confucian Temple.
There were heavy guards outside the Confucian Temple, but these assassins were so sophisticated that they all passed through the guards without making a sound.
"call out!"
Without any hesitation, an assassin suddenly jumped up and jumped towards the Confucian Temple.
These assassins are all top-notch assassins, and a wall of the size of the Confucian Temple cannot stop them.
However, mysteriously, at the moment when the assassin rose into the sky, a sudden change occurred——
Boom, a huge force that was so powerful that no one could match it suddenly came down heavily from the sky.
Not only that, almost at the same time, an invisible force surged from all directions and surged into the assassin's body.
Before the assassin could react, he immediately felt that the majestic skills in his body were suppressed by a mysterious force and weakened rapidly. However, in the blink of an eye, he was knocked out of the veins of bone and blood, and fell all the way to the Qing Dynasty where the martial arts foundation was established.
atmosphere.
Literary spirit!
The assassin was horrified. He had long heard that many students gathered in the Confucian Temple and were full of literary energy, which would have a great suppressive effect on all other warriors.
It's just that this assassin didn't expect that this suppression would be so serious. This was not just oppression, but it was completely unable to tolerate any other alien energy.
boom!
With just a dull sound, the assassin fell from the air like a stone, in an awkward posture.
"who?!"
At this time, a burst of loud shouting came, and the imperial guards guarding outside the Confucian Temple were also alerted and quickly came here.
The assassin had already been frightened by this bizarre experience. He didn't dare to stay at this moment and quickly fled away.
Almost at the same time as this assassin escaped, several other assassins in other directions also looked embarrassed and ran away in panic.
However, Chen Shaojun had no idea about all this. He was completely focused on improving his literary quality.
The books in the library have strict literary restrictions from low to high, but when Chen Shaojun reaches the seventh level of literary Qi, many books in the library are open to him.
The books Chen Shaojun read today are completely different from those before.
"Etiquette"!
This is a book that pays attention to etiquette. It is said to know the etiquette, and then understand the meaning of the Spring and Autumn Period before you can read the classics and history.
Etiquette is the only way to go through all advanced Confucian classics. Only by mastering etiquette can one be qualified to read the works of the Confucian scholars.
Confucius once said that people who do not know etiquette are no different from animals.
This book only has a dozen pages, but it is the most profound and the most time-consuming book that Chen Shaojun has read.
Chen Shaojun spent almost all his time trying to figure out and study every word.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but although "Ritual" is very difficult and obscure, Chen Shaojun felt that it was not that difficult for him to understand, as if there was a famous teacher giving guidance.
Whenever Chen Shaojun encounters a problem, a lightbulb flashes in his mind and he suddenly understands the meaning of that sentence.
It is not a simple understanding, but a true understanding and mastery.
Chen Shaojun originally thought it would take him four hours to read through the book "Rituals", but in fact it was an hour ahead of schedule.
When Chen Shaojun read the last page and put down the book, boom, suddenly, Chen Shaojun's mind was shaken, and the literary energy in his mind increased, and in an instant it broke through to the next level again.
Literary spirit has risen eight times!
In an instant, Chen Shaojun's mental power increased significantly, pouring out of his body like running water.
When Chen Shaojun's spiritual power flowed out of his body six times, a strange feeling suddenly came to his heart.
Rumbling, in the dark, an endless wave of turbulent waves surged from the top of the head, merging with Chen Shaojun's pouring out spiritual power.
It's just that it's different from the waves. The energy is extremely warm and blends seamlessly with Chen Shaojun's spiritual power, just like a river and the sea.
Literary spirit!
Chen Shaojun's heart moved and he suddenly understood.
The energy that surges toward him and merges with his own spiritual power is the ubiquitous cultural energy above the Confucian Temple.
At this moment, Chen Shaojun merged with the literary atmosphere above the entire Confucian Temple.
Even the "Tongshu Explanation" in Chen Shaojun's body also trembled and echoed each other.
"It's this book!"
Chen Shaojun's heart moved, and he suddenly had a realization.
Under normal circumstances, if you break through to the eighth level of Wen Qi, your mental power will increase significantly, but it will not be able to communicate with the Wen Qi that is everywhere above the Confucian Temple.
At this moment, Chen Shaojun's heart moved. In the peaceful sea of literary energy, Chen Shaojun felt several strange auras.
"It's murderous!"
Chen Shaojun raised his head and suddenly looked in the direction outside the Confucian Temple, his expression suddenly becoming solemn.
Chen Shaojun is only connected to the ocean of literary energy in the sky, not controlling the literary energy. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible to sense it so keenly, but those few auras are full of murderous intent and are incompatible with the peaceful aura of the Confucian Temple, just like ink marks on white paper.
Generally, extremely eye-catching.
Those murderous auras were dotted around the Confucian Temple. They seemed to have scruples and did not dare to enter the Confucian Temple rashly, but at the same time they lingered on.
"My whereabouts were exposed, they came for me!"
Chen Shaojun's eyes flashed, and his expression suddenly became more solemn.
The Confucian Temple is full of scholars and has no disputes with the outside world. If you think about it carefully, their target can only be themselves.
Although Chen Shaojun never thought that he could get rid of them permanently from the beginning, he also did not expect that the other party would react so quickly and find him through clues so quickly.
For a moment, Chen Shaojun felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart.
"You can hide for a while, but you can't hide for a lifetime. Sooner or later, you have to find a way to get through this level."
Although he felt heavy pressure, Chen Shaojun had no intention of backing down.
At this moment, Chen Shaojun was thinking a lot in his mind.
Buzz!
At this moment, without the slightest warning, the ocean of literary energy above the Confucian Temple suddenly surged toward the layer upon layer of murderous aura outside the walls of the Confucian Temple, overwhelming it.
At the same time, in the center of the Confucian Temple, not far from each other, Chen Shaojun also clearly felt two vast and pure thoughts. Compared with Chen Shaojun's mental power, these two thoughts were much more powerful, like steel.
Like iron, it is majestic and awe-inspiring, and can even directly affect the cultural atmosphere above the Confucian Temple.
"It's the Master and the great Confucian in the Confucian Temple!"
An idea flashed in Chen Shaojun's mind, and he understood immediately.
What can make these killers hesitate is not only the rich ocean of literary spirit above the Confucian Temple, but also the two literary elders who are in charge of the Confucian Temple. For a time, Chen Shaojun felt relaxed a lot, at least in a short period of time, he had no chance of life.
Yu.
Outside the Confucian Temple, the assassins were also frightened. They all chose to give in in front of the vast ocean of literary energy, and quickly disappeared from Chen Shaojun's senses in a few flashes.
Chen Shaojun could only suppress his thoughts, picked up the book in his hand and continued reading.
Now that his strength is low, what he can do is very limited. The top priority is to reach the level of literary power as soon as possible and break through to the bloodline.
Time passed slowly, and the killers kept appearing and disappearing, seemingly unwilling to give up. However, a few days later, as if they knew that the assassination was hopeless, those few breaths disappeared completely and never appeared again.
But Chen Shaojun knew that these people had definitely not gone far.
In the blink of an eye, several days passed by.
The breeze blew slowly through the window, rolling up the scriptures in front of the young man and turning the pages in his hands.
Phew, in front of the desk, Chen Shaojun breathed a long sigh of relief and slowly covered the pages of the book in his hand.
"It is indeed difficult to advance diligently in the path of literature. After reaching the peak of eight liters, my literary qi has been unable to grow. It is difficult for me to break through nine liters, let alone a fight for literary qi."
Sighing softly, Chen Shaojun couldn't help but frown deeply. Although he had long known that the path of literature and the path of martial arts were different and could not be easily improved by hard work, the situation in front of him still made Chen Shaojun feel slightly troubled.