The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Wang Long's gaze fell on the deep eyes of the stone statue, as if he had traveled through a thousand years to have a silent conversation with that saint.

His breathing quickened slightly, his heartbeat accelerated, and his chaotic Dao body began to operate on its own, with spiritual energy surging through his meridians.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suppressed the strange feeling.

When I opened my eyes again, everything was as usual.

Wang Long realized that he had actually condensed a righteous spirit in that instant!

"Grandpa, what's wrong?"

Qin Jiaojiao asked worriedly.

Wang Long shook his head and smiled.

"It's nothing, I just find this stone statue very impressive."

"Of course!"

Qin Jiaojiao puffed out her chest, looking quite proud.

"These are statues of Confucian and Taoist sages. There are only three in the entire Eastern Region: one in the Confucian Temple in Tianque City, one in Wenxin Academy, and one in..."

She paused, tilted her head, and thought for a moment.

"Anyway, it's really amazing!"

Wang Long smiled and ruffled her hair.

"Yes, that's really impressive."

To be able to establish a unique cultivation system in this world is naturally no ordinary person.

In the center of the square.

Three elderly men sat on the high platform.

All three had white hair and beards, thin faces, wore blue scholar robes, black cloth belts around their waists, and cloth shoes, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance.

The elderly man sitting in the very center had the most outstanding demeanor.

He was slender with a clear and bright face, and his eyes were deep and bright, as if he could see through everything in the world.

He sat upright in the chair, his back straight, his hands on his knees.

He was enveloped in a faint golden light, and his whole being resembled a statue, majestic and solemn.

It was Shen Qianqiu, the dean of Wenxin Academy.

Wang Long's gaze fell on Shen Qianqiu, his pupils contracting slightly.

The dean's aura was unfathomable.

Although it was very well concealed, Wang Long could still sense the terrifying power hidden beneath the calm surface.

She's no less than Ye Wushuang.

Even stronger!

The two elderly men sitting on either side of Shen Qianqiu also possessed extremely powerful auras.

The man on the left is burly, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes. He exudes righteousness and a sharp aura.

The man on the right is slender with a kind face and a constant smile on his lips, like a gentle old man.

Both of them are stronger than Ye Niannu.

Wang Long clicked his tongue inwardly in amazement.

The profound heritage of Wenxin Academy is indeed unfathomable.

The three elderly men sat on the high platform, their gazes sweeping over the hundreds of students and teachers in the square, a faint smile on their lips.

Shen Qianqiu raised his hand and pressed down, and the noise in the square instantly quieted down.

"Gentlemen, you all know the purpose of this gathering today."

Shen Qianqiu's gaze swept across the entire room, and he spoke calmly, like an ordinary old man.

"I have noticed that some of my disciples have become too lazy and lack ambition lately."

His voice was calm and unhurried, yet every word resonated deeply in the hearts of everyone present.

Many disciples lowered their heads, their faces showing shame.

Shen Qianqiu continued.

"Therefore, today, after discussing with the two instructors, I have decided to hold this poetry gathering to encourage learning."

"We welcome poems that encourage learning, and both teachers and students are welcome to participate."

"If the poem is excellent, I will reward you handsomely."

He didn't continue, after all, it would be difficult for the teachers and students present to compose poems or essays that could trigger extraordinary celestial phenomena.

As soon as he finished speaking, the square erupted in cheers.

"A poetry gathering personally organized by the dean—this is a rare opportunity!"

"I want to participate! I want to participate!"

"Me too! I'm quite knowledgeable about poetry!!"

The disciples were eager and ready to try.

Some of the instructors also became interested, stroking their beards and discussing it with smiles.

"I'll join in the fun too."

"Haha, I'll join in too. I can't let the students have all the glory."

"That suits me perfectly, that suits me perfectly!"

Everyone walked toward the desks on either side of the platform, where writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones had already been prepared.

Wang Long stood at the edge of the square, watching this scene with a smile on his lips.

He was just there to watch the fun; he had no intention of participating.

Qin Jiaojiao, however, did not think so.

She grabbed Wang Long's sleeve and tugged at it hard.

"Grandpa, why don't you write one too!"

Wang Long shook his head.

"I'm not a member of Wenxin Academy, so I won't join in this fun."

"What does it matter!"

Qin Jiaojiao became anxious.

"As the sage said, 'Education should be provided to all, regardless of social status!' The dean is the most open-minded; he certainly won't refuse you!"

As she spoke, she pulled Wang Long toward the desk.

Wang Long stumbled slightly as she pulled him, leaving him both amused and exasperated.

This girl is really enthusiastic.

Just then, a strange, sarcastic voice came from the side.

"Hey, where did this old codger come from? You don't seem to be from our college. What, you want to participate in the Poetry Recital for Encouraging Learning?"

Wang Long turned his head and saw a young man standing not far away, arms crossed, a mocking smile on his lips.

The man was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a fairly regular face, but his eyes revealed a harshness and arrogance.

Wang Long didn't recognize him, but he could sense that this person was quite strong, at least an eighth-rank martial artist.

Qin Jiaojiao pouted and whispered to Wang Long.

"This man is Zhou Wenyuan. He is an instructor at our academy, an eighth-rank Confucian scholar. He writes poetry quite well, but he is very annoying."

"He's like a peacock displaying its feathers all day long, showing off everywhere."

"The worst part is that they're constantly bothering my master; it's so annoying!"

Wang Long nodded silently; it turned out he was one of Xu Wanyun's suitors.

He guessed that the other person was a little jealous after seeing him getting close to Xu Wanyun.

That's why we're targeting him.

Sure enough, there are clowns everywhere.

Wang Long patted Qin Jiaojiao's head, ignoring her.

Seeing that Wang Long remained silent, Zhou Wenyuan assumed he was feeling guilty and became even more arrogant.

He walked up to Wang Long, looked him up and down, his eyes full of disdain.

"An old man from out of town dares to dabble in literature on our Wenxin Academy's turf?"

Zhou Wenyuan's voice wasn't loud, but he deliberately made sure that everyone around him could hear it.

Several disciples and instructors glanced at them, some whispering, others covering their mouths and chuckling.

Some people looked displeased, but dared not speak out because of Zhou Wenyuan's status.

Qin Jiaojiao's face instantly darkened.

She loosened Wang Long's sleeves, put her hands on her hips, and was about to start arguing.

Wang Long reached out and gently pressed down on her shoulder.

"Jiaojiao, there's no need to get angry."

His voice was calm, without a trace of emotion.

Qin Jiaojiao raised her head and looked at him, her almond-shaped eyes full of confusion.

"Grandpa, he's insulting you!"

"Let them scold me, it doesn't hurt them at all."

Wang Long smiled and looked at Zhou Wenyuan with a calm gaze.

Although he was quite capable, he was not qualified to make Wang Long take action.

Zhou Wenyuan felt like he had punched cotton, and he muttered through gritted teeth.

"What a piece of trash."

"That's enough!"

Xu Wanyun stared at Zhou Wenyuan and said coldly.

Zhou Wenyuan was stunned, and the onlookers were also dumbfounded.

Xu Wanyun is known for her good temper, gentle and easygoing nature.

She actually got angry because of Wang Long!

"Wan... Wanyun..."

When Zhou Wenyuan saw Xu Wanyun, his imposing manner instantly diminished.

He had been in love with Xu Wanyun for a long time and had put in a lot of effort to pursue her.

But he was rejected each time, and he hadn't spoken to Xu Wanyun in a long time.

"Instructor Zhou, please watch your words. I'm not yet at the point where I need to address you by your first name."

Xu Wanyun's face was cold. She took a step forward, stood in front of Wang Long, and said in a deep voice.

"Sir, you are my guest. I hope you will watch your words!"