Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 108: Sit and Discuss (Seeking Recommendation Vote)

Now that he knew the origin of the Green Ox, Feng Qingyan decided to stay for the time being.

In the academy, no matter how powerful the monster was, it was just a loach in the ditch and could not cause any big waves. Besides, he also needed an ox to pull the cart. The ox monster was naturally better than an ordinary ox, and even the driver could be saved.

After dinner, Feng Qingyan went to the library and read a lot of Confucianism and law.

Especially the armchair military theories of military strategists.

"Military strategists can develop endless troops and horses to kill the enemy through theoretical discussions, so why don't we Confucians have similar techniques?" Feng Qingyan frowned and thought, feeling that Confucian scholars at the level of scholars had too few means of attack.

If you really count, there is not even one.

The few Confucian arts he is learning now are all auxiliary Confucian arts, such as clear eyes and night vision, angry hair, ink does not stain the skin, and being spotless.

However, the "verbal sparring" with astonishing lethality requires the realm of a scholar to practice.

Feng Qingyan shook his head and left the library.

He returned to Jiaziyuan, bathed, changed his clothes, and calmed his mind, then went to Baihua Valley again to play "Soul Summoning". About half an hour later, he left and returned to Jiaziyuan, thinking about how to use the literary energy to turn it into a sword...

The literary energy turns into a sword.

This was the Confucianism he wanted to create, and it only needed to be simply transformed into a sword.

At this time, Feng Qingyan came to the valley behind Jiaziyuan, closed his eyes and thought hard. After a while, he opened his eyes and said, "The sword is a sacred item in ancient times. It is supreme and precious, and is revered by both humans and gods. It is the ancestor of short weapons and a weapon for close combat. With its profound Taoist art, it has entered the Xuan legend..."

Although the literary energy in the Wen Palace did not move at all, it could not evolve into a sword.

But at this moment, the three gentleman tripods in his mind began to move, emitting wisps of pale white literary energy, which gradually transformed into sword shapes in his mind.

But it's not a sword yet.

"A sword is a weapon. It has two blades, a straight body and a sharp head. It can hurt people vertically and horizontally, and can penetrate armor." Feng Qingyan said again. The sword in his mind, which was like mist, gradually became solid. "It is extremely dangerous and was born to kill..."

In an instant, the literary energy turned into a cold sword, bursting out with a sharp aura.

"The sword energy stretches across thirty thousand miles, and the light of one sword chills nineteen states."

Feng Qingyan shouted suddenly, trying to use poetry to drive the Wen Qi Sword, but the Wen Qi Sword in his mind immediately dissipated.

It seemed that the power of this sentence was too great and the Wenqi Sword could not withstand it at all.

Feng Qingyan was not discouraged and continued to use the literary energy of the Gentleman Cauldron to evolve the Wen Sword. Perhaps he could really create a powerful Confucian art...

However, Confucianism is not so easy to create, otherwise great scholars and sages would have created it long ago.

In the blink of an eye, a night passed.

He returned to Jiaziyuan to rest for a while, and then went to the lecture hall to attend classes.

After the scripture class ended, Feng Qingyan walked towards the library, but was stopped by a zither player from Fengming Zither Club on the way.

"Brother, the Thirteenth Academy sent a letter saying that the Qin competition will be postponed for three months."

The zither player said excitedly.

"Postponed for three months?"

Feng Qingyan was stunned. Does this mean that God also wants to go to Youdu himself?

The old horse that pulled the cart died of illness, and a strong bull demon came; because of concerns about the competition between the Qin Society and the Thirteen Academies, the Thirteen Academies have postponed their competition for three months...

It really is a wish come true.

It is April now. Qin Bi was originally scheduled for June, but it was postponed for three months to September.

He's got nearly five months now.

"Why?"

Feng Qingyan asked doubtfully.

"The Thirteenth Academy's Qin Club said it was a training camp," the Qin player said, "They didn't explain the specific reason, but there was news that they were going out to kill the dead, evil spirits, etc."

Feng Qingyan frowned and then went to the Qin Club.

Qinbi was indeed delayed for three months.

"In that case, let's go."

Feng Qingyan smiled and no longer worried about whether to go or not.

Besides, he also wanted to go in his heart, but he just couldn't find a good reason.

Not long after, he came to the library again and continued to read Confucianism and Legalism, trying to figure out how literary energy worked and how it was constantly evolving.

"The sword is a gentleman's weapon. It is used to protect oneself and is indispensable." Feng Qingyan whispered, and a sword appeared in his mind again, emitting a sharp aura, but it could not come out to kill the enemy.

So, it's still useless.

child time.

Feng Qingyan came to Baihua Valley carrying his zither.

When he played, Bai You's spirit was still there, so he asked, "When will you go to Youdu, sir?"

"Have you considered it carefully, sir?"

Zi Yaqin's face lit up with joy, and she was a little excited inside. She said, "Of course the sooner the better. After all, Ziyin's soul can't wait for long."

"Then three days later?" Feng Qingyan thought for a while and said.

"All things are up to the gentleman."

Zi Yaqin bowed down.

Feng Qingyan left with the zither on his back, and after returning to Jiaziyuan, he came to the valley again, constantly evolving the Wenqi Sword. Suddenly, he frowned, slightly surprised, because a poem suddenly appeared in his mind...

He was so surprised that he couldn't help but whispered: "

In the old days, there was a beautiful woman, Gongsun, who used a sword to move around.

The viewer is as depressed as a mountain, and the world has been low for a long time.

As brilliant as Yi shooting down the nine suns, as agile as the emperors riding dragons.

Come like a thunderbolt, stop the wrath, stop like Jiang Hai condenses the light. "

As he was reciting the poem, the scene in front of him gradually changed, and a faint shadow of a sword dancing appeared. It seemed to be the Gongsun in the poem, who shocked everyone with her sword dance...

The heaven and earth were also infected by her sword posture and shook up and down.

At this time, the sword light was dazzling, like Hou Yi shooting down nine suns, and the dancing posture was vigorous and agile, just like a god flying on a dragon. When dancing, the sword force was as powerful as thunder, which was breathtaking; when ending the dance, it was calm, like the waves of light gathered from the river and the sea...

When Feng Qingyan saw this, he was shocked. What was going on?
When he looked carefully, there was no Gongsun clan or dazzling sword shadows.

Hallucination?

Feng Qingyan frowned.

However, the hallucination just now seemed to have touched upon something, causing him to think hard, wanting to contact that mysterious being.

It seems that that is where the power of the Holy Way lies.

"Since the military strategists can use paper to develop an infinite number of troops to kill the enemy, why can't we Confucians sit and discuss the truth and use poetry and writing as a force for our own good?"

Feng Qingyan said with a frown.

When he finished speaking, his mind exploded.

In an instant, his thoughts seemed to have touched an incomparably mysterious power, causing a sudden burst of holy light from his body, making the world as bright as day.

Ding-ding-ding-ding——

The words in the books near him suddenly rang out like the sound of gold and jade, emitting bursts of clear and harmonious sounds.

At this moment, the entire academy was shaken, and both the teachers and students were extremely shocked.

The Chinese energy in the night sky turned into clouds, sending down waves of pleasant holy sounds.

Big red brocade flowers bloom from between heaven and earth, emitting refreshing fragrance that makes people feel refreshed.

The teacher of the academy was shocked and could hardly believe it.

At this time, many students curiously reached out to touch it. The big red brocade flower appeared out of thin air and disappeared as soon as they touched it, but the fragrance remained on their hands.

The sky and the ground are covered with bright red flowers.

The fragrance of flowers is refreshing.

The students felt as if they had taken some magic elixir, and they felt extremely relaxed and energetic.

"The holy light is shining, the words are resonating, the literary spirit is like clouds, the holy sound is descending from the sky, and the heaven and earth are blooming. Who is this who has become a saint?"

The old teacher looked up at the night sky, his whole body shaking with excitement.

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