Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 1181: Twenty-Seven Book Mountain Birth

Rumbling--

Thick pillars of luck shot up into the sky, shaking the old man's chest so much that the world seemed a little unstable. But his face was full of excitement, so excited that he couldn't even control his body, and was shaking slightly...

Tears of joy gradually welled up in my eyes.

"Thunder rumbles..."

"The spirit of literature permeates the air..."

"This is the saint coming out from the east."

He murmured softly, if it weren't for the appearance of the saint, how could there be such an astonishing phenomenon?
The middle-aged man and other disciples were all extremely shocked. They gradually heard a deafening roar like a divine thunder, and faintly saw thick white gas columns that broke through the clouds with unstoppable force and shook the heaven and earth.

The world in their hearts is in constant turmoil.

"Is this really my Confucian luck pillar? How can it be so thick? This, this..."

"Is this one luck pillar or twenty?"

"Twenty-in-one?"

Because the luck pillars all rose from the same place, they looked like one from afar, huge as a mountain. If it weren't for the sequence and the loud thunder, it would simply be a luck pillar.

"In the same place, there should be only one..."

"Just one? Is there such a thick pillar of luck in the world? Even the pillar of luck in my Holy Academy is only a few feet long, less than ten feet."

"This is at least several dozen or even a hundred feet long, right?"

"more than."

"Thousands of feet?"

"Is it possible to reach ten thousand feet?"

“Although the Luck Pillar is thousands of miles away, it is still as big as a mountain. It is not surprising that it is tens of thousands of feet thick.”

"Ten thousand feet?!"

At this moment everyone was shocked.

A pillar of luck that is tens of thousands of feet high? This was something that was unimaginable before, because the pillar of luck in the Holy Academy was only eight or nine feet high.

Even during the most glorious period of the Holy Academy, the Pillar of Luck was only about two meters high.

That is when there are several semi-saints in charge.

The semi-saint of this world is the great scholar of the world of reincarnation.

Rumbling--

Another pillar of luck rose into the sky.

"Twenty-one!" the middle-aged man said, and then turned to look at the old man in Confucian robes, his face full of expectation, "Teacher, is it that a saint has been born?"

“Even if it is not the birth of a saint, it is the birth of a saint.”

The old man in Confucian robes was overjoyed.

At this moment, he had gradually calmed down and realized that this might not be the legendary saint who was born.

Although there were rumbling thunder and pillars of luck that broke through the sky, there was no holy light rising into the sky, no resonance of words, no literary aura like clouds, no auspicious clouds across the sky, no dancing words, no auspicious beasts accompanying, no flowers blooming in the sky and on earth, and no thousands of books paying homage.

When a saint is born, he will be accompanied by these holy images, especially flowers blooming in heaven and earth and thousands of books paying homage to him.

But not now.

There was only the sound of thunder rumbling and the air breaking through the clouds.

Since it wasn't a saint, could it be a semi-saint? However, the birth of a semi-saint did not bring about such amazing signs of saintliness.

Many semi-saints were born in the Saint Academy. Perhaps it was the holy light that soared into the sky, perhaps it was the resonance of words, or perhaps it was the literary aura that spread like clouds...

Moreover, the momentum of the Holy Elephant was not so overwhelming.

If he was neither a saint nor a half-saint, then what could he be? This puzzled the old man in Confucian robes. Could he be somewhere between a saint and a half-saint?

Yasheng?

But the second sage is also a sage.

“How could he not be a saint?” At this moment, a disciple was shocked. “Even if a semi-saint from our Saint Academy was born, he would not have such amazing power.”

In his eyes, a half-saint is a saint, and he thought that the saint his teacher was talking about was a half-saint.

"If not a saint, then what is it?"

"This can't be the academy. The luck of the academy grows little by little. It's impossible for it to break through the clouds in an instant like what happened before our eyes. Moreover, even if a semi-saint is born, his luck column is only a few feet long."

"It is mentioned in the Saints' Anthology that the largest pillar of luck is only seven feet long."

"It is seven feet."

The thirty-three disciples of the old man in Confucian robes started discussing.

Among the thirty-three disciples, the oldest one was already fifty-five years old, and he was the middle-aged man who had always been by his side. Not only was he the oldest, he was also the elder’s eldest disciple, a great sage, and a relatively young great sage in the Saint Academy.

In this world, anyone who can become a great sage before the age of sixty can be considered very young.

The youngest one was only fifteen years old, but he was already a ninth-rank scholar.

It can be said that the future is promising.

Among them, there are three female disciples.

The old man in Confucian robes had a total of forty-eight disciples in his lifetime.

Among them, one is a great sage, five are great Confucian scholars, thirteen are quasi-great Confucian scholars, and except for two, they are also scholars.

Others are either bachelors or university scholars.

It can be said that there are many talented people in one field.

However, there are only thirty-three people following now.

As for the remaining fifteen people, some were officials in the Central Plains, governing a county and unable to leave; some had already married, taking care of their husbands and children, so naturally it was impossible for them to travel.

The others either died of illness, accidents, or battles.

These are all talented people.

If they were the disciples of the old man in Confucian robes, none of them would have died.

Perhaps it was not just one disciple who was a great sage, but possibly three disciples, especially the two who died on the battlefield. They were only in their twenties, but they were already quasi-great scholars, and their future was limitless.

It's a pity that he died young.

"Big Brother, if there is no saint born, what are those luck pillars?" A young man in his twenties asked in confusion, "This power is really too shocking. If you don't see it with your own eyes, who would believe it?"

"I don't know."

The middle-aged man said.

Although he was dressed in dark blue Confucian robes, his frame was rather thick and his eyes were bright, like a military general fighting on the battlefield.

However, standing there quietly, he exuded a certain elegance.

Although he was a great sage, he had only been a great sage for two years and his realm had not yet stabilized. In fact, among the many disciples of the old man in Confucian robes, his talent was not outstanding, and could even be said to be below average.

Just very diligent.

It can be said that this is a model of making up for one's shortcomings with diligence.

His becoming a great scholar was a surprise to everyone, and his becoming a great sage shocked the entire Holy Academy.

In the eyes of many people, he was at most a quasi-great scholar throughout his life. However, who would have known that he would not only become a great scholar, but also a great sage before he was sixty years old.

A blockbuster.

And the one with the best talent is not the youngest one...

Of course, the youngest one had an extremely outstanding talent, which could be said to be rare in a century. However, in the eyes of these fellow disciples, the two who died in battle had the best talent. If they had not died in battle, they would definitely be great sages now...

In fact, anyone who can become a disciple of an old man in Confucian robes must have good talents.

The eldest disciple should be an exception.

after all.

The eldest disciple had followed the old man the longest, for more than 40 years. When the old man in Confucian robes had not yet become a great scholar, he had already followed the old man in Confucian robes...

so.

He is like half a teacher to these fellow disciples.

Moreover, most of the time, he was the one who taught and instructed...

"It is impossible to say now. There is no record in ancient books." The middle-aged eldest disciple pondered for a moment and said, "Although it may not be the birth of a saint, it must be a great thing for our Confucianism. Maybe it is the birth of a treasure of our Confucianism."

"A treasure has been revealed?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then their eyes lit up.

Moreover, this theory seems to be quite reliable, which can explain why there are no flowers blooming in the world and no thousands of books worshipping. "That direction, eh, isn't it exactly the direction of Sandalwood Academy?"

A young man was stunned for a moment and then said.

Although he had never been to Sandalwood Academy, he would naturally know it along the way.

"That direction could really be Sandalwood County. Could it be related to Sandalwood Academy? But, Sandalwood Academy..."

"I haven't heard of any treasures left behind by Sandalwood Academy."

"Could it be related to Li Sheng?"

"It can only be Li Sheng."

"Go quickly, or the treasure will be taken away."

Some disciples were quite excited and anxious. After all, they were still more than a thousand miles away from Sandalwood Academy. "This treasure is very likely a saint-level treasure. It should be left by Li Sheng. Li Sheng has a connection with our Saint Academy and is considered half a disciple of our Saint Academy. This treasure is naturally related to our Saint Academy..."

"Junior Brother Lin is right."

"No matter what, such a treasure can only be kept by our Holy Academy. If it is allowed to wander outside, it will definitely cause unrest in the area..."

"Uh, Brother, that's a bit shameless."

"What shamelessness? This is the fact."

"Treasures like these, if left outside, are no longer treasures, but disasters. Junior brother, you are too young to understand how deep this water is..."

"Even if there is a treasure, after traveling over a thousand miles... by the time we get there, the treasure will have long disappeared."

"What are you talking about? Let's go."

However, the older disciples did not join in and just watched quietly. In fact, these young disciples were just joking...

Rumble!
As they were talking, the loud noise continued, shaking the world in their hearts. Fortunately, the loud noise was not directed specifically at the world in their hearts, otherwise their world in their hearts would have been shattered long ago.

The superstar eventually stopped at the number twenty-seven.

That is to say.

There are a total of twenty-seven luck pillars.

However, looking at the clouds from afar, the twenty-seven pillars of luck looked like a pillar of luck as big as a mountain.

"Twenty-seven?"

A middle-aged scholar frowned and thought, "What does this number mean?"

"It's hard to say."

"We'll know after we go and take a look. Aren't we going to Sandalwood Academy again?"

"Teacher, are we leaving now?"

"Walk."

The old man in Confucian robes nodded and walked onto the ox cart.

The disciples around got on the bus one after another.

More than ten ox carts immediately rushed away, raising a cloud of dust on the road. The blue oxen pulling the carts were all bull monsters, with great strength and could travel a thousand miles a day...

"The luck pillar is still there."

On the way, many disciples opened the curtain and were surprised to see that the Fortune Pillar was still there. It had been a while, but the Confucian treasure was still there? No one went to take it? Or was it that this treasure was not easy to take?
"It seems that this treasure is not easy to obtain."

"I heard that there aren't even many great scholars in the Song Dynasty. How can we take it?"

"If only a great sage can obtain it, it means that this treasure is a real treasure. Haha, this treasure is indeed destined to be with our Holy Academy, otherwise why would it appear at this time? Not too early, not too late?"

"That makes sense."

"Stop talking nonsense. What do you mean this treasure is destined to be with our Holy Academy? This is a treasure of the Song Dynasty..."

"Uh, Brother, you are wrong."

In the ox cart.

The old man in Confucian robes remained silent.

Although he closed his eyes after getting in the car, he could still feel the existence of the Pillar of Fortune.

Moreover, he felt that the Pillar of Luck was extremely huge, as if it contained endless knowledge, like an ocean of knowledge.

It's a very strange feeling.

The eldest middle-aged disciple also had this feeling vaguely.

As more than a dozen ox carts galloped away, all the scholars inside and outside the academy, who had opened up the world in their hearts, seemed to have heard a loud noise.

It rolled in like thunder.

The higher the realm, the louder the thunder sound and the clearer the sensation.

But not everyone heard it, and even if they did, not everyone heard it. Some heard it once or twice, and some heard it five or six times.

However, only dozens of people could hear the twenty-seven loud noises.

There are less than a hundred people.

At this moment, all the scholars who heard the loud noise looked towards the direction of the academy hall, because the rumbling thunder came from there.

"How is this going?"

"Where did the loud noise come from? Why do I feel like the world in my chest is shaking?"

On the lawn of the academy, countless students were stunned, with looks of shock on their faces, and had no idea what was going on.

Even Ning Song was the same at this moment.

Although he heard twenty-seven loud noises, they seemed to come out of nowhere...

"Master Ning, what happened?"

The Seventh Princess said worriedly.

"I don't know."

Ning Song shook his head.

But at this moment, Tu Ning was a little shocked.

She saw towering mountains appearing behind the academy hall. They were not connected to the ground, but were suspended in the air. Moreover, these towering mountains were indescribable, like ink, but they were emitting a faint white light.

It seems extremely sacred.

"This, this, is this the Book Mountain?" She said absentmindedly, "My Confucian Book Mountain? But isn't the Book Mountain just a legend?"

"Sister Ning, what is the Book Mountain?"

Tu Lu was a little confused. She also heard the loud noise, but only three times.

"You didn't see it?"

Tu Ning pointed at the mountain of books.

In her eyes, the mountains of books, one after another, seemed to be hidden in a mysterious world, looming.

The place where the mountain of books is located has turned into another world.

"What did you see? Nothing." Tu Lu said in astonishment, "Sister Ning, what did you see? Tell me quickly."

"Mountains of books, mountains of books, are right behind the main hall of the academy."

Tu Ning said.

Tu Lu looked hard but still couldn't see the mountain of books, so he asked other students, but the answer was still no.

The other students were all surprised when they heard what Tu Ning said.

But only Tu Ning could see it, no one else could see it, so they didn't quite believe it.

on the hill.

Ning Song and other prospective great scholars are still here.

At this time, they were a little surprised when they heard what people were saying about the mountain of books at the foot of the hill.

"Brother Ning, have you seen the mountain of books?"

An old man asked.

Ning Song shook his head, then looked in the direction of Tu Ning and said, "Tu Ning saw the mountain of books? But why was she the only one who saw it? Could this mountain of books be the legendary mountain of books? Legend has it that our Confucianism has a mountain of books and a sea of ​​learning..."

"What is this legendary mountain of books and ocean of learning?"

“Isn’t this just a metaphor?”

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(End of this chapter)