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

Chapter 16 Confused Zeng Anmin

"I know this." Zeng Anmin nodded.

“When the seven hundred acupoints are full of cultural energy, you can wait for the opportunity. If you get an epiphany, you can fill the cultural energy to open up the Purple Palace. When the Purple Palace is opened, the seven hundred strands of cultural energy will be absorbed into the Purple Palace and condensed into one place, which is called the great and righteous energy.”

"At that time, it can be called the Purple Mansion Realm."

"This is the realm of the first three grades of Confucian scholars."

"Later, there will be middle third grade and upper third grade, but I am not talented enough to enlighten you."

Zhang Lun said this with a calm expression, "If you want to know, I will ask the Master tomorrow and then I will give you the answer."

"no, I'm fine."

Zeng Anmin bowed to Zhang Lun earnestly and said, "Thank you, Brother Tongyu!"

For the first time, he felt a sense of warmth from a stranger.

Zhang Lun smiled and helped Zeng Anmin up, saying, "Brother Quan Fu, there is no need to underestimate yourself. The fact that he was able to comprehend the spirit of literature in just a quarter of an hour has already destined him to become a great scholar in the future. Let's encourage each other on the road ahead."

"It took me a whole day to understand the literary spirit."

"hehe."

Zeng Anmin raised his head and asked in a puzzled manner:
"Today I was browsing books in the library and found a book called "On Confucianism and Martial Arts". It said that Confucianism and martial arts cannot be practiced together. I am not very knowledgeable and did not quite understand it..."

This is the part where you talk nonsense.

Zhang Lun's eyes flashed with a smile of understanding, and he chuckled and said:
"Brother Quan Fu, I had the same thought in the past."

"But after I understood it later, I gave up the idea."

"Oh?" Zeng Anmin looked confused.

However, his heart moved slightly as he looked forward to Zhang Lun's voice.

"In fact, the opening chapter of Confucianism and Martial Arts has already given us the answer."

"The path of Confucianism requires the cultivation of literary spirit, but literary spirit and martial spirit are two extremely incompatible spirits."

"Even I have thought about it. After opening up the Purple Palace, I will gather the literary energy into the Purple Palace and transform it into the righteous energy, and then start practicing the martial arts..."

At this point, Zhang Lun smiled and shook his head:
"But this method is too naive."

Zeng Anmin's heart sank slightly.

But he remained calm and asked, "Why?"

“Although the literary energy has gathered in the Purple Palace, the acupoints all over my body have been washed away by the literary energy. If I rashly lead the martial arts energy into my body, I will surely explode and die…”

"The same is true in reverse. Martial arts also require the use of martial arts essence to infuse the acupoints, and the same is true for Confucianism and Taoism."

"Although I am not sure whether the righteous energy condensed by literary energy can be compatible with the true energy of martial arts."

"But from ancient times to the present, everyone has practiced according to the procedures, step by step. How can anyone start by directly opening up the Purple Mansion Realm?"

Zhang Lun laughed when he said this. He looked at Zeng Anmin and asked:
"Am I right?"

“Ah?! Ah! Yes, yes…”

Zeng Anmin's smile seemed a little guilty.

……

Zhang Lun is an excellent teacher. He is very patient when explaining things. Even when he encounters something you don’t understand, he will explain it slowly, breaking it down and feeding it to you bit by bit.

After a conversation, Zeng Anmin developed a great liking for Zhang Lun.

Very knowledgeable.

Excellent patience.

A child from a poor family.

Be diligent, cautious, solemn and respectful.

……

In short, it makes people feel relaxed and happy, and they unconsciously develop a liking for it.

"Master, it's getting late. We should go."

Dachun stood cautiously outside the door, bending over and leaning towards it.

He is taller than the door...

It turned out that I had been chatting with Zhang Lun for so long without realizing it.

Zeng Anmin came back to his senses, stood up and said to Zhang Lun with a smile: "Brother Tongyu, why don't we stop here today?"

Zhang Lun looked at the sky outside, his face a little dazed.

I never thought that time would pass so quickly.

"Okay, let's talk tomorrow."

Zhang Lun stood up, simply folded up the book box, and went out.

…………

Walking on the road, Zeng Anmin's eyes were shining with brilliance.

We talked so much today, but for him, only one thing is the key point!

Even Zhang Lun has given his answer.

Just reverse the process and you can come to a conclusion:
"When I cultivate Wen Qi, I don't cultivate it from within my body, but rather from the space of my sea of ​​consciousness." "There is no Wen Qi left in my body."

"That is to say, even if you practice martial arts, there is no conflict!"

……

After Zeng Anmin figured this out, he couldn't suppress the urge in his heart anymore!

"Even if the martial arts aura enters the sea of ​​consciousness, it will not conflict, because by that time, my literary aura will have already become righteous aura!"

"Whether the righteous qi and martial arts qi can be compatible... there is no need to worry about this. After all, there are many rumors in this world that many Confucian and Taoist masters have breathed righteous qi into the bodies of martial arts masters to heal their injuries..."

Zeng Anmin took a deep breath and buried this thought in his heart.

This kind of thing must be done secretly and cannot be discovered by others.

His eyes were shining with confusion.

"Then next, we need to learn the introductory method of martial arts."

Where to find it?

"Master, I'm hungry..."

Qi Dachun's voice sounded silly.

Hearing this voice, Zeng Anmin wanted to slap himself.

Right! Isn't it true that I am guarding a treasure mountain without knowing it?

"Hungry? Great! You can eat anything you want!!"

Zeng Anmin was in a good mood. He waved his hand and took Qi Dachun to the dining hall.

……

That night.

Zeng Anmin, lying on the bed, carefully thought about Dachun's naive words.

"There are two ways to do martial arts."

"The first method is to find a Qi-inducing diagram and practice according to the postures on the diagram."

"But the second type is me. I remember my father put his hands on my back and pressed them a few times, and I could feel a warm current..."

Where can he find a martial arts master who can press down on his back?
Therefore, the four words "Qi-inducing Atlas" became what Zeng Anmin needed to consider next.

……

Zeng Anmin tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, so he immersed his consciousness in his own sea of ​​​​consciousness.

At this moment, the sea of ​​consciousness was still shrouded in purple mist.

In the middle is the phantom of the Dragon Map.

On the right is a group of literary energy that he has condensed.

Zhang Lun also gave him an answer today. If one wants to condense the literary energy into the great righteous energy, seven hundred and twenty of them are needed.

Therefore, he only needs to study step by step from now on, and he will soon be able to cultivate a righteous character.

As for the left side...

"Om~"

An extremely gorgeous dagger was suspended there.

The blade is not long, only about two feet.

But the blade was so sharp that one dared not look directly at it, and it gave off a chill.

With just one glance, one can feel the terrifying power within it.

[(Silver) Martial Arts Spiritual Weapon: Instantly obtain a Martial Arts Spiritual Weapon (will be directly delivered to a safe location)]

Zeng Anmin could never have imagined that the safe place mentioned by the system was actually in his own sea of ​​consciousness.

But it’s okay. Not being discovered is my absolute trump card.

Zeng Anmin walked around in the middle of his sea of ​​consciousness.

Just about to exit the space and go to sleep.

His body suddenly froze!

His face looked extremely dull!

His eyes were fixed on the shadow of the dragon map in front of him.

[When the sea ends, the sky becomes the shore; when the mountain reaches its peak, I am the peak. ]

This is exactly what I wrote last time.

It's just that sentence above [One arm can cut off eternity, but I can rule the nine states]...

Disappeared! ! !
Instead, there is this sentence:
[Good poem! Are you a Confucianist from the Northern Holy Kingdom? ? ! ]

A chill ran straight into Zeng Anmin's neck.

This……

What is going on? ! !
(End of this chapter)