Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

Chapter 107 The pen is written and the army is in full swing, all the saints resonate!
"This is the Confucian Temple!"

The horse team from Zhenwuhou Mansion passed through the crowd and entered the Confucian Temple waiting area from the entrance.

Jiang Li looked at the majestic and majestic Confucian temple complex, and he couldn't help but see waves in his calm eyes.

He was trapped in the Marquis's Mansion since he was a child, and studied hard for ten years in a cold window, just to gain fame and gain the qualification to establish his own family.

In the future, he will fight against Jiang Shirong in the court hall to rectify his mother's name.

Living up to the hardships of studying hard, he successfully passed the county examination and the hospital examination, but was secretly manipulated by the He Lou family to prevent him from entering the Confucian Temple and paying homage to the sages of literature.

If a Confucian student does not communicate with the literary image of the Confucian Temple before the age of 16, and ignites the Chinese lamp in his heart, he will not be able to gain the cultural energy of the sages and sages, obtain the status of the Confucian Temple, and will not be able to possess all kinds of magical powers blessed by Confucianism and Taoism.

Even if he is a master of Confucianism and Shuo Yi, he will not be reused by the court.

The path of Confucianism and Taoism has long been cut off.

"Why did Jiang Xuanyao's breakthrough aura suddenly dissipate?"

Jiang Li withdrew his gaze, and suddenly felt the aura condensed on Jiang Xuanyao's body dissipated in an instant, and couldn't help but look forward, secretly surprised.

Since the team penetrated into the crowd, he could clearly sense that Jiang Xuanyao's martial arts momentum suddenly gathered and surged.

There is a strong belief that the world is the greatest, and I am the only one.

This is a very rare opportunity for Yiwu to break through.

Generally speaking, only after entering the eighth realm of Wumai, can a martial artist fully awaken and control his own boxing artistic conception, which is the foundation for stepping into the realm of martial saints and condensing the spirit of boxing.

However, there are also very few warriors, either because of their talents or because of some unknown circumstances, they can sense or even awaken the embryonic form of the artistic conception of boxing in front of the Martial Arts Realm, and thus have a spiritual realm far beyond the same level. St. is more likely.

It's just a pity...

Jiang Li shook his head slightly, feeling a little sorry for Jiang Xuanyao.

Although the grievances between the two of them were so deep that they couldn't be resolved, Jiang Li didn't feel jealous because of it.

After all, when he was in the Tai Chi state, he had already vaguely awakened his own boxing artistic conception after seeing Liu Honglie ascend to the state.

"It's all you!"

Sensing Jiang Li's gaze, unwillingness, disappointment, regret, resentment... all kinds of emotions brewed in Jiang Xuanyao's heart, and finally turned into a glare.

The reason for the failure to break through the realm was silent.

The aggrieved heart, only he knows.

"What are you staring at me for?"

Jiang Li was stared inexplicably, and when he looked at Jiang Xuanyao again, the latter had already turned his head in another direction.

In the area outside the Confucian Temple, many students who were going to take the martial arts examination had gathered at this time, or they gathered to talk in threes and fives, or they were alone.

Among them were the sons of meritorious dignitaries like Jiang Li and others, surrounded by the guards of the mansion, standing out from the crowd, very conspicuous.

"I don't see you for more than a month, Brother Xuan Yao's aura is even stronger than before. Recently, he must have practiced hard and sacrificed his life!"

"I said why didn't I see brother Xuan Yao appear in Jinxianglou these days, for the sake of fame, even the beauties have been abandoned, Miss Fengyao and Miss Kerong almost miss you to death!"

Just as Jiang Xuanyao appeared in the examination room, several young masters in fine clothes came to greet him.

"Brother Xuan Yao, those two young men are also the heirs of Marquis Wu?" A young man with a strong figure and a faint golden luster appeared in his eyes, his eyes were slightly raised and his eyes were flirtatious.

"Brother Yan, although those two are my brothers, they are the sons of my concubine, and their status in the mansion is very low!" Jiang Xuanyao laughed.

"A concubine's son? No wonder he didn't have the style of Marquis Wu, but he was born so handsome and handsome. If he was a poor son, he would have been sold to a rich man's mansion to be a book boy!" The young man with pale golden complexion couldn't help shaking head.

"Brother Yan has always disliked female sex, so he must have fallen in love with these two handsome young men. You and Brother Xuan Yao have a good friendship, so it is better to seek each other. The sons born to two concubines should be at the mercy of Brother Xuan Yao! "

The other young man in brocade had a weird tone, which caused several people to chuckle unscrupulously.

"hateful!"

Talking and laughing could be heard clearly, Jiang Xuanxin was furious when he heard the words, holding the saber in his hand, he was about to rush out to argue with those people, but Jiang Li gently pulled him back.

Hong Sheng and other government soldiers also frowned, sullen.

The young masters in brocade clothes talked and laughed wantonly, humiliating not only the two of Jiang Li, but also Zhenwuhou's mansion.

However, Jiang Xuanyao, who is the son of the Hou's mansion, didn't know whether it was because he was used to joking like this, or because he deliberately humiliated Jiang Li.

"Xuan Xin, this is the Temple of Confucianism, the place where martial arts theory is discussed. No matter what the conflict is, it will be regarded as a collision with the martial arts examination room. According to the laws of the Great Zhou, this is an unforgivable felony!"

Jiang Li stopped Jiang Xuanxin, who was about to explode.

"But brother fifteen, they humiliated us so unscrupulously, are they going to swallow it like this!" Jiang Xuanxin was very unwilling.

"Of course not!"

Jiang Li sneered coldly, his eyes jumped over several people, and looked at the guards of the various houses who escorted these powerful princes, and secretly wrote down the clan emblem imprints on them, "Go to the exam with peace of mind, and settle this matter after the conclusion of the policy discussion! "

"Okay, I'll go with Brother Fifteen!"

Jiang Xuanxin nodded, and then slowly let go of his saber.

"Let's go, the time is coming, let's advance to the Confucian Temple!"

Jiang Li withdrew his gaze, and walked towards the entrance of the Confucian Temple with Jiang Xuanxin.

Officials from the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of War led sergeants to guard the entrance, and after checking the identities of the two men, they immediately let them go.

Bypassing the screen wall, the two walked into the Confucian Temple, and saw hundreds of statues of sages and gods carved from white marble standing on the wide square.

These statues have different appearances. Most of them are gentle and elegant Confucian teachers with high crowns and long clothes. There are also old farmers in coarse cloth and short shirts, generals in armor, and prodigal sons with long hair reaching their waists and long clothes and wide sleeves...

But no matter what kind of image it is, the demeanor of all the statues is humble and peaceful. Standing quietly, there is a majestic righteousness that fills the world and surrounds the whole body, forming a faint misty cloud.

Jiang Li silently sensed the aura of the statues of all the sages and sages on the square, and felt that the place was full of righteousness, vast and broad, and his heart was much wider.

He walked slowly in front of the hundred sages, straightened his clothes and posture, bowed his hands and saluted.

This obeisance is not for literary status, but for the feat of all the sages who feed back the heaven and the earth.

In the last years of the Middle Ages, the heaven and the earth suffered a catastrophe, the balance of the heaven and the earth was out of balance, and the sun and the moon went retrograde.

Wen Sheng brought 72 great sages and other scholars together to feed back the world and save the common people in the world from catastrophe.

After Li Bi got up, there was no miracle.

When Confucian scholars reach the age of sixteen, the cultural lamps are not lit, and the door of spiritual wisdom is closed, and it is difficult to communicate with the cultural image of the Confucian Temple throughout their lives, with few exceptions.

Walking through the square and through an alley next to the sacrificial hall, the two came to the real examination room area, and followed the officials' guidance to their respective dormitories.

It is said to be a dormitory, but it is actually a small semi-closed grid built with bricks and wood to separate candidates from each other and prevent the possibility of cheating.

In the dormitory there is only a wooden board that can only be half-lying, and a simple wooden table, on which are placed pens, inks, papers and inkstones for the candidates to use.

After Jiang Li took his seat, he poured water into the inkstone, rubbed the ink slowly, and waited for the exam to begin.

With a crisp sound, the footsteps of the officials of the Confucian Temple came from outside the hall, sending down the policy examination questions for this year one by one, but it was a tiny bamboo piece.

"What is the way of soldiers!"

Jiang Li's eyes flickered, he thought for a moment, and many memories of his previous life came to his mind.

He soaked the pen in ink, swiped the pen, and splashed ink and ink on the soft and white rice paper.

"Soldiers, the major affairs of the country, the place of death and life, the way of survival, must be observed."

"Therefore, the classics are based on five things, and they are collated for calculation, and their emotions are sought: one is called Dao, two is called heaven, third is called earth, fourth is called generals, and fifth is called law."

"The Daoist makes the people agree with the superior, you can die with them, you can live with them, without danger..."

"According to the profit, it is for the power, and it is for the outside... The power is controlled by the profit."

"Soldiers who, deception also!"

……

The holy scriptures of military studies from the previous life were clearly in his mind. Jiang Li's pen was as sharp as a knife, and he wrote faster and faster. The pen and ink penetrated the paper, forming characters like gold and iron horses.

These characters gather together, like tens of thousands of soldiers standing with halberds, condensing their energy into a momentum. Gradually, a strange force emerges from the paper scroll, condensed, and the momentum is getting bigger and bigger, even with Jiang Li's breath. Machines are tightly connected.

Jiang Li writes like the wind and the sea, and he is unconsciously influenced by the artistic conception condensed on the paper.

The mind is clear, without thoughts or thoughts, but the blood is boiling in the chest, as if there is boundless courage, morale, heroism, arrogance, talent... Filled together, melted into a ball by the furnace of blood!
These breaths and power circulated the whole body, and true qi was also integrated into it.

There was a slight vibration in the middle of the forehead, as if a door containing countless mysterious talents opened.

An idea that combined various auras, moods, strengths, and weather rose from between Jiang Li's eyebrows, rushing into the sky like a beam of wolf smoke.

The Confucian Temple is a place where the cultural context of the Great Zhou Dynasty gathers, bringing together the literary spirit and ideas of hundreds of millions of Confucian scholars, famous teachers, eminent Confucians, great sages, and great virtues in the ancient and modern times.

These cultural spirits have been lingering for thousands of years, and have long been integrated with the Confucian Temple. All evils retreat, and ghosts and gods are hard to invade.

Even if it is Lei Jie Guixian, he doesn't care to approach the Confucian Temple rashly.

The literary energy filled this world, forming a completely different space, and the thoughts of all the sages are everywhere and everywhere.

Jiang Li's idea of ​​the way of war rushed into the sky, and immediately aroused the cultural energy field in the Confucian Temple world.

The minds of the hundreds of sages who were dormant and dormant also woke up from a long silence after sensing this new partner.

In an instant, the statues of the hundred sages of the philosophers vibrated, and a kind of vitality spread instantly.

Above the Confucian Temple, cultural energy condenses, forming countless lotus flowers in the world, auspicious clouds floating, wind and thunder shaking together, amidst the surging cultural energy, a phantom unicorn can be seen faintly.

"Boom..."

In the depths of the Confucian Temple, a big bell was hit by no one, but it suddenly made a huge sound, and heavy sound waves echoed leisurely into the distance.

A pillar of talent fell from the sky, completely submerging Jiang Li's house.

(End of this chapter)