"I will be at the top of the mountain, with a panoramic view of all the small mountains. After so long, I, Wang Xiaonian, have finally waited for the time to flutter my wings and soar. In a few days, the holy temple will be opened. When I receive the Confucian and Taoist ultimatum, I will transform my mighty literary spirit into
Haoran is upright and has officially become a great Confucian. At that time, I will shock the capital, make everyone look at me with admiration, and truly become a blockbuster."
Wang Xiaonian raised his head slightly and talked to himself, his eyes shining like the sun and the moon.
To be successful in life, you must have all the fun, and now is when he is most high-spirited.
"Chen Shaojun, you can't believe that in just one month, I, Wang Xiaonian, have had such an adventure and made such great progress. When I achieve the status of a great scholar, I will definitely visit your Chen family in person and let you see what's going on.
It’s called true genius!”
"So what if you are recognized by Wen Shu, no matter what if you win the first place in the Luyuan Poetry Club, after all, I, Wang Xiaonian, am still superior. You and the others are the hills, the mountains, and I
Wang Xiaonian is truly at his peak at this time!"
At the end of the story, Wang Xiaonian's literary spirit surged around him, and even the mountain of literary spirit was about to emerge from the void. It was obvious that he was extremely excited.
If Chen Shaojun were here, he would definitely be shocked when he saw this scene. He did not regard Wang Xiaonian as an enemy, but Wang Xiaonian obviously regarded him as some kind of powerful enemy.
Thinking about how high-spirited he was back then, he was able to overcome the bottleneck at a young age and reach the level of literary power. Looking at the world, he was probably enough to be proud of all the heroes. However, Wang Xiaonian never imagined that in the Confucian Temple, there was no one with a name.
The legendary Chen Shaojun stole his limelight, caught him off guard, and later surpassed him in one fell swoop. This was something the arrogant Wang Xiaonian could never bear.
Now times have changed, and his literary and moral cultivation has already made amazing progress. But deep down in his heart, Wang Xiaonian has always been worried about this matter. If he cannot defeat Chen Shaojun, he will trample him under his feet, just like when he humiliated himself.
Humiliating him will be an eternal demon in his heart.
"Master, that Chen Shaojun is definitely not as good as you."
Unexpectedly, the big green bull who had been shaking his head suddenly began to speak human words:
"In the Confucian Temple, Chen Shaojun is at most a bequest from a saint, but Master, you are the reincarnation of a saint, and you have the soul of an ancient sage in your body. This has been affirmed by all the great masters in the capital and the Confucian leaders. Now
You are the true number one genius in the lineage of Confucianism and Taoism, and there is no one in the capital who can match you. I believe that the master will be able to achieve higher achievements in the future, and even surpass the realm of a saint in time!"
The big green bull's loud voice revealed the real reason why Wang Xiaonian's literary and Taoist cultivation had advanced so rapidly in a short period of time.
Wang Xiaonian was born with a strange phenomenon. As early as he was three or four years old, he was very literary and could enlighten the green cattle that were grazing. Now he has broken through to the realm of Confucianism. He didn't realize it at the beginning, but now everything has an explanation.
Enlightening the intelligence of livestock and imparting wisdom is itself a saint's method. If Wang Xiaonian has the remnant soul of an ancient saint in his body, or even the reincarnation of an ancient saint, it would not be surprising.
After hearing what Da Qing Niu said, Wang Xiaonian showed a smile:
"Hey, Xiaoqing, when I defeat that kid and feel proud, I will definitely find a way to collect the twelve chapters and transform you into a human being."
Saying this, one man and one cow slowly moved forward and left the courtyard.
At the same time, in another place, in the Confucian Temple, many figures gathered together. If you look closely, you can see that these people are dressed in Confucian robes and have a mighty literary spirit. Within three feet of them, thousands of chapters and sentences emerge.
The texts in the scriptures are clearly written by a famous Confucian and a great master.
Great Confucians and Grandmasters of this level are like Yue Zhi Yuanting. However, at this moment, everyone's brows are deeply furrowed, as if they have encountered some kind of difficulty.
"What's going on? Why haven't you found that Confucian and Taoist disciple after so long?"
A middle-aged Grand Master in his forties suddenly said.
"No, until now, we haven't found out the other party's identity."
Someone immediately spoke up.
"How is it possible? He is in the capital. Logically speaking, he is like the bright moon and stars in the night sky. He can feel it even if he doesn't look for it deliberately."
"This is what makes us surprised. All of us have used the art of looking at the energy, but since yesterday, the energy has completely disappeared and has never appeared again."
"This is getting more and more strange. Couldn't other people, such as the Grand Master and the Confucian leader, not be able to detect his aura? Their cultivation is above that of the Confucian scholars!"
A group of people were talking and soon fell into dead silence again.
Such a simple thing turned into a dead end.
"By the way, is there no news from the Holy Temple (i.e. the Wen Temple)? His literary style is already so strong. It stands to reason that he should report to the Holy Temple soon, ready to accept the ultimatum and carry out the transformation process of Haoran Zhengqi. Is it possible that there is also news over there?
No news?"
"No, I have already asked, and there is no trace of the other party at the Holy Temple. This matter is getting more and more strange. As a disciple of Wen Dao, who has reached the realm, why don't you go to the Holy Temple to report it?"
"Is it because we are too impatient? Or is it because he is completely careless and has no intention of going to the temple to change his cultural status in a short time?"
After the last scholar finished speaking, the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
Indeed, the entire literary community in the capital is looking for the owner of that essence. In the end, it would be too embarrassing if the other party doesn't care at all and doesn't care.
"No wonder we are too impatient. This matter is really of great importance. Not only is the child's cultivation amazing, he is likely to be a sage in the future. More importantly, it is also related to the fate of our Confucian and Taoist lineage. I
I have followed Master Confucianism for so long, and I have never seen him care so much about one thing. If Master Confucianism’s judgment is correct, that child has a long-lost sage chapter, so for our Confucianism and Taoism,
Luck and rise and fall will be extremely important."
A great master said with a solemn expression.
There was silence in the Confucian Temple, and everyone understood why the Confucian leader was so concerned about this matter.
Buzz, at this moment, a ray of light, like a gathering of stars, suddenly fell from the sky and fell straight into the Confucian Temple, breaking the dead silence.
When they saw the figure in the pillar of fine light, everyone felt shuddered and lowered their heads:
"Lord Confucian Master!"
"You don't need to investigate this matter. I will use mystical deductions to check his identity. There is no need to discuss this matter anymore."
"yes!"
Countless great scholars, great scholars, and masters responded one after another, and they were all shocked in their hearts.
I knew that the Confucian leader attached great importance to this matter, but no one expected that he would take it so seriously.
Confucianism is not a sect of immortality and is not proficient in innate numerology, but this does not mean that Confucianism does not have it. "The cicada will wake up before the autumn wind blows." In his later years, the sage Confucius already had the ability to discern the secrets of heaven, and even used it to predict.
He changed the fate of several of his disciples and thus changed their life trajectories.
It's just that although Confucianists have innate numeracy skills, they don't use it easily. According to everyone's knowledge, the Confucian leader has not used this ability for at least more than ten years.
With the appearance of the Confucian leader, everyone in the Confucian Temple quickly dispersed, but deep down, everyone felt more and more concerned about this matter. Everyone was secretly curious, waiting for the final reveal of the Confucian and Taoist disciple's identity.
As the instigator, Chen Shaojun was completely unaware of the changes in the capital at this time.
Without alerting anyone, after Chen Shaojun left the Chen family's mansion, he went straight into a teahouse and entered the private room inside by familiar means. As soon as he opened the curtain to leave, a crisp and familiar voice immediately reached his ears.
:
"Brother Shaojun!"
Seeing the girl in the room with a white dress like snow, who looked like a fairy descending from the earth, Chen Shaojun was startled for a moment, then showed a smile.
"Zhen'er, didn't I tell you to come back in half an hour? Why did you arrive earlier than me?"
Chen Shaojun smiled, opened the curtain and walked in.
The girl in front of him is none other than Wei Zhen, whom Chen Shaojun has not seen for a long time.
Well, before Chen Shaojun could react, the beautiful lady opposite had already ran over like a breeze and threw herself into Chen Shaojun's arms, which made Chen Shaojun's face turn red.
Although the relationship between the two was extremely close when they were young, after all, we were all children at that time. Now that they have grown up, it is naturally no longer suitable for them to behave as closely as before.
"Brother Shaojun, you really look different from before. In such a short period of time, I didn't expect that you have reached the eighth level of golden energy. You have really changed."
Wei Zhen didn't notice Chen Shaojun's embarrassment. She raised her head and looked up at Chen Shaojun with a look of surprise on her face.
For Chen Shaojun, she would be happy for him from the bottom of her heart, no matter whether it was literary or martial arts, as long as Chen Shaojun made a little progress, it would be the same.
But obviously Wei Zhen didn't expect that Chen Shaojun's changes were not small steps, but big strides forward, which made Wei Zhen feel more and more happy.
"I really can't hide anything from you."
Chen Shaojun was also startled when he heard this.
In fact, he has been deliberately hiding his cultivation, especially since his true strength is seriously inconsistent with his own realm.
In terms of strength, he has reached the peak of the tenth level of bone and blood veins, but in terms of realm, he is still at the eighth level of gold energy. Most people are easily confused, but Wei Zhen can judge his true level of cultivation at a glance.
, completely unable to hide it from her.
"Zhen'er, your cultivation is really getting higher and higher. This time when you came back from the ghost world, I originally thought that the distance between us would be somewhat closer. But now it seems that the gap between us is not only
It has not shrunk, but has grown bigger and bigger. You must have had a lot of adventures in the past month or so, right?"