My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 11: Literary Qi Enters the Sea of ​​Consciousness

"There has to be a time limit, right Dad?!"

Zeng Anmin asked loudly towards his father's back.

Practicing Confucianism did not conflict with Zeng Anmin's plan, so he did not resist it.

But if you don't give me money... then what's the fun in practicing? !
The old man paused slightly, pondered for a moment, and then gave Zeng Anmin the answer.

"When you open up the Purple Mansion, you can come back."

At that time, Emperor Jianhong was still in Liangjiang County, and the mastermind behind the missing Dragon Map had not yet been caught.

Zeng Shilin didn't want his son to be involved.

OK, then I can come back tonight...

Of course, Zeng Anmin would never say this.

That is to say, he has to wait until he completely understands the secret behind the Dragon Map before he can say anything.

"Then I'll try to be quick." Zeng Anmin showed a relaxed smile on his face:
Dad didn't stop, but a hint of teasing appeared on his face.

quick?
How fast can it be?

He had studied Confucianism and Taoism since he was sixteen years old, and it took him three years to open up the Purple Palace.

And this is already a gift from heaven.

……

"Master, let's go, the carriage is just outside the mansion."

A silly voice sounded.

Zeng Anmin saw a brown bear...and a man who looked very much like a brown bear walked in.

Qi Dachun.

Qi Bo's son.

This man was nine feet tall, with a broad back and strong arms, and when he walked he looked like a huge door panel.

It's just that those eyes look... a little too wise.

…………

Water Supervisor Academy.

Located outside the south of Liangjiang County.

It is backed by mountains and faces green water.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, it is a paradise on earth.

When Zeng Anmin saw the environment around Shuidu Academy, his soul was purified by the natural beauty.

It is already autumn now, the mountains are cool and the whole mountain is covered with red maple leaves.

Zeng Anmin lived in a modern city full of industry in his previous life and rarely saw such spectacular natural scenery. He was a little emotional for a moment:

"Stop the car and do... ahem, the frosted leaves are redder than the flowers in February. Beautiful mountains, beautiful scenery."

"Hey, it's pretty nice."

Qi Dachun's silly laughter rang out.

Zeng Anmin turned his head and looked.

At this time, Dachun was carrying two people's bedding, daily necessities, two large boxes, and four or five bundles...

Even though he had already entered the physical cultivation level, he couldn't help but feel a little out of breath.

"Dachun, why are you picking up so many stones?"

Zeng Anmin looked at Dachun's hand.

Even though he was carrying so many things, he still picked up a lot of strange-shaped stones.

Dachun licked his thick lips with his tongue:
"Ever since I was little, I wanted to pick up something every time I went out. I got used to it."

Zeng Anmin's mouth twitched: "You don't pick up things on the road, right?"

"what?"

Dachun looked confused:

"What... Auntie Shit?"

"I'll feel regretful if I don't pick up something on the road."

Zeng Anmin explained to Dachun.

.........

In a small courtyard of Shuidu Academy.

An old man is fishing with a yellow bamboo fishing rod in his hand and a relaxed and contented look on his face.

The old man had white hair and a youthful face, and was a little thin. The most eye-catching thing about him was his eyes, which were full of wisdom.

It seems that just by looking into his eyes, one can feel the mystery of Confucianism.

It was the president of Shuidu Academy, Qin Shoucheng.

"Dean, Governor Zeng's only son has enrolled in school." The old butler reported respectfully.

"Ah."

Qin Shoucheng nodded nonchalantly. "Aren't you going to take a look?" the housekeeper asked after hesitating for a moment.

After all, he is the governor's son. Regardless of his knowledge, even just his status should be respected.

Qin Shoucheng glanced at him and sneered:
"As the son of a great scholar, I haven't been known for any talent in the past sixteen years. Do you think I am a talented Confucianist?"

"Don't say anything more. See you, see you."

If this gets out, won't outsiders laugh at me, Qin Shoucheng, for following the trend?

……

A new school was established at Shuidu Academy.

But not many students were admitted this time.

Including Zeng Anmin, there are only a dozen new students.

Not all Confucian and Taoist students are qualified to come to Shuidu Academy; they need someone to recommend them.

All students who come to Shuidu Academy have one thing in common, that is the test paper.

On the first day of school, no one was distracted in class. Everyone listened to the teacher's lecture attentively.

"The path of Confucianism is about accumulation, and to comprehend the artistic conception of the book with one's heart. Those who are enlightened can comprehend the spirit of literature in just one year."

“Only when one realizes a ray of literary energy can one reach the first realm of Confucianism, which is called the realm of self-cultivation.”

"The basis of literary energy is the essence of the human body, so you can only practice when you are sixteen years old and have sufficient essence. Otherwise, your life span will be shortened at best, or you will die young at worst."

The teacher is about forty years old.

He was dressed in a Confucian robe, with a solemn face and indifferent eyes.

See him stretch out his hand and wave gently.

A faint milky white light flickered between his fingers.

"what……"

All the students, including Zeng Anmin, looked at the white halo in shock.

Anyone who sees this supernatural phenomenon for the first time will be surprised.

The teacher was used to this. He took out a black jar from under the table and opened it gently.

"Boom!!!"

A ball of black gas visible to the naked eye rushed out instantly.

"This is an evil spirit. If an ordinary person is possessed by it, he will feel dizzy and as if a heavy stone is pressing on him."

The teacher calmly explained to everyone.

As soon as the black gas appeared, it circled around the beams of the school for several times, and then attacked a student impatiently.

"Ah!" The student turned pale with fright when he saw this.

"Hmph!" The instructor's face turned cold, and he flicked his fingers, and a halo popped out of his hand.

The milky white light arrived in the blink of an eye.

"Hiss~" a teeth-grinding sound was heard.

In just a moment, the black gas dissipated into nothingness.

"However, as Confucianists like me, we only need a little bit of literary energy to make it disintegrate and disappear."

The teacher smiled and turned to look at the students.

Sure enough, more than a dozen students blushed and their eyes turned green.

I wish I could study hard and learn the Confucian and Taoist spirit on the spot!

Zeng Anmin was naturally among them.

"Confucianism has a long history. Our ancestors explored it over the generations and summarized three books that are easiest to understand. They are on your desk..."

"Wow..."

Before the teacher could finish his words, the sound of impatiently flipping through books could be heard in the classroom.

The first lesson after enrollment is to motivate students to study, and he is the best in the entire academy in this regard.

For this, he went through great pains to find some evil spirits...

During the Great Sage Dynasty, Confucianism and Taoism flourished, and ghosts and evil spirits were almost impossible to find.

Zeng Anmin, like the other students, looked towards the desk.

They are Imperial Academy, Yi Zi and Confucian Classics.

I picked up a copy of "Taixue" and opened it.

The content of the book was beyond Ao Ya's comprehension, but fortunately Zeng Anmin had the foundation laid by his previous life, so he could barely understand it.

Just as he was about to put the book down.

His eyes suddenly fixed.

The contents of the book are deeply imprinted in my mind and cannot be erased!
At the same time, he suddenly felt a warm current generated in his brain, rushing straight to the sea of ​​consciousness...

Literary style!

Zeng Anmin looked thoughtful.

(End of this chapter)