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

Over the years, he has seen too many Confucian scholars who only know how to talk big, and he has become numb to it.

Too many Confucian scholars today are too materialistic and eager for quick success, lacking the spirit of the first generation of Confucian scholars!

Wang Long nodded.

"I understand."

The old man looked at him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The two chatted amiably.

The old man looked at Wang Long with increasing shock and relief.

I don't know how long they talked, maybe only the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Perhaps hundreds of years have passed.

"Go ahead. I know about your grand goals. I hope you can stay true to yourself and truly achieve them!"

The old man waved his hand as he spoke, and Wang Long was once again in a daze, plunging into darkness.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the statue of the saint in front of him, whose body was filled with a scholarly aura.

Like a pool full of spring water, it kept overflowing.

next moment

The world changed color!

A golden light shot out from Wang Long's body and soared into the sky!

The light exploded in the sky, turning into golden ripples that spread in all directions.

Golden literary energy cascaded down like a waterfall, enveloping the entire square, the entire Wenxin Academy, and the entire Tianque City!

In the sky, those four sentences appeared one after another.

Each character is hundreds of feet square, with vigorous strokes and a golden sheen.

It's as if someone used an invisible giant pen, with the sky as paper and literary spirit as ink, to write this famous line that has lasted for thousands of years.

To establish a moral compass for heaven and earth.

To establish a life for the people.

To continue the lost learning of the sages.

To usher in an era of peace for all generations.

All the Confucian scholars who saw it were stunned, staring intently at the words, and suddenly felt a sense of emotion!

Some knelt and kowtowed, some were moved to tears, some murmured to themselves, and some wept loudly.

"This is...this is such a grand ambition..."

"To establish a moral compass for Heaven and Earth, to secure a destiny for the people... these are words only a sage could utter..."

"A sage has descended from heaven! A sage has descended from heaven!"

A hundred miles away, countless people in Tianque City looked up at the golden sky.

Looking at those words that shone like stars, everyone fell into a long silence.

"What... what level of ambition is this?"

An elderly scholar with white hair slumped on the ground, head tilted back, lips trembling, and cloudy tears streaming down his cheeks.

"This is not a 'national defense'... This is not a 'national defense'..."

The middle-aged scholar beside him was supporting him, his voice trembling.

"Teacher, what's that?"

The old scholar did not answer, but instead looked up, then suddenly prostrated himself on the ground, his forehead hitting the bluestone floor with a loud thud.

"This is the ambition to spread throughout the world, the lifelong pursuit of all Confucian scholars!"

In the square, Ye Yizhou looked up, as if he were frozen in place.

His lips were slightly parted, his eyes were wide open, and the golden words were reflected in his pupils.

"To establish a moral compass for Heaven and Earth, and to secure a destiny for the people..."

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse, as if he were chewing or digesting.

"To continue the lost learning of the sages, and to usher in an era of peace for all generations..."

After reading the last sentence, he shuddered, as if something had struck his soul.

"This...this is not setting a goal."

He turned his head to look at Li Mo beside him, his voice trembling.

"This is...this is the word of a sage!"

Li Mo did not answer. He was looking up at the words in the sky, his eyes reddening.

Her lips were pressed tightly together, and her hands trembled slightly inside her sleeves.

He had lived for over two hundred years, read countless classics, and met countless great scholars, believing that he had seen everything in the world.

But at this moment, he realized that he was nothing more than a frog in a well.

Wen Yuan stood behind the two of them, his hair and beard all white, but at this moment he stood there helplessly like a child.

He looked at the sky, then at Wang Long, then back at the sky, then back at Wang Long.

"Half a month...he's only been exposed to Confucianism and Taoism for half a month..."

His voice was very soft, so soft that only he could hear it.

"To make such a grand vow in just half a month...to trigger such extraordinary phenomena in just half a month..."

He didn't continue speaking, but took a deep breath to suppress the surging emotions in his heart.

Shen Qianqiu looked up at the thirty-two characters in the sky, his lips moving slightly as he silently recited them.

Once, twice, three times...

With each recitation, his eyes reddened further, and with each recitation, his hand trembled.

"Brother Wang, oh Brother Wang..."

His voice was hoarse.

"Who exactly are you...?"

Golden literary energy cascaded down from the sky like a waterfall, enveloping the entire square and the entire Wenxin Academy.

The literary atmosphere was so rich that it almost solidified into a tangible form.

With each breath, you can feel the warm current flowing through your nasal cavity into your limbs and bones, making you feel completely comfortable.

In the square, hundreds of instructors and disciples looked up, greedily absorbing the literary energy that descended from the sky.

Their eyes shone with an astonishing light, and their faces were filled with ecstasy.

"I broke through! I broke through!"

A young disciple suddenly jumped up from the ground, trembling with excitement.

"The bottleneck that has held me back for three years... I've broken through!"

His voice was sharp, filled with barely suppressed excitement.

A female disciple next to her also opened her eyes, her eyes red-rimmed, covering her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I broke through too... I'd been stuck at the peak of the fourth rank for a year, but just now, in that instant, I suddenly broke through..."

"Me too!"

"Me too!"

Cheers rose and fell, and the square was filled with excited disciples shouting and yelling.

Some people jumped up and down, some hugged their heads and cried, and some knelt down and kowtowed.

"The literary spirit remains! The literary spirit continues to flow!"

An instructor looked up at the thirty-two characters in the sky, his voice trembling.

"Mr. Wang's literary talent... is still radiating outwards!"

Everyone looked up at the sky at the same time.

Sure enough, the golden characters were even brighter than before, and the literary aura cascading down was even more intense.

Wang Long stood there, head tilted back, eyes closed, his body enveloped in a dense, almost tangible, golden light.

His body was like an inexhaustible source, with literary energy gushing out from him endlessly and never running dry.

Ye Yizhou was stunned by what he saw.

He lived for over three hundred years, met countless great scholars, and witnessed countless scenes of aspiration and determination.

But I've never seen anything like this before.

"How can his literary talent be so abundant?"

Li Mo stood beside him, her voice hoarse.

"Even a Confucian scholar at the Grandmaster level could not release such a vast amount of literary energy."

Wen Yuan remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking.

"Unless... his literary mind resonates with that of a sage."

Ye Yizhou and Li Mo turned their heads at the same time to look at him.

Wen Yuan looked up at the golden characters in the sky, his gaze deep and distant.

Ancient books record that when a sage sets his mind on something, his literary spirit resonates with heaven and earth, coexists with all things, and flows endlessly, never running dry!