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

I don't know how much time passed.

Wang Long slowly opened his eyes.

A flash of golden light appeared in his cloudy old eyes.

He felt that the literary energy within his body was more than a hundred times stronger than before.

The ball of literary energy in his dantian transformed from the size of a fist into a golden sphere of light the size of a fist.

Faint patterns flowed across the surface of the sphere, like the trajectory of stars.

more importantly.

He could feel the righteous energy of heaven and earth resonating with him in a strange way.

Every word and action exudes literary elegance.

Every word and phrase can be transformed into supernatural power.

Here, words become law!

Although he can only do the most basic "speaking" at present, there is still a long way to go before he can truly "follow the law".

But this is already a qualitative leap.

From then on, Wang Long was not only a mid-stage ninth-rank martial artist, but also a true ninth-rank Confucian cultivator.

They achieved mastery of both Confucianism and martial arts!

Wang Long took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, and turned around.

What came into view were hundreds of pairs of eyes.

In those eyes, there was shock, admiration, awe, and gratitude.

And... fanaticism.

Qin Jiaojiao was the first to rush over.

She buried her face in Wang Long's arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.

She buried her face in his chest, jumping and hopping, her voice trembling with excitement.

"Dad! You're amazing! You were glowing just now! Golden light! Such a bright light! The whole Wenxin Academy could see it!"

Wang Long put his arm around her, gently patted her back, and smiled.

"Jiaojiao, calm down, calm down."

"Dad, I can't calm down!"

Qin Jiaojiao lifted her head from his arms, her face flushed red, her eyes shining like two stars.

"Dad, do you know what you just did?"

She became more and more excited as she spoke, gesturing wildly as if she wanted to lift Wang Long up.

Wang Long, both amused and exasperated, pressed down on her head.

This little girl looks so cute when she's happy.

Wang Long's image in her mind was infinitely lofty!

Xu Wanyun walked over and stood in front of Wang Long.

She looked at Wang Long, her beautiful eyes filled with tenderness and admiration, a faint smile on her lips.

"Uncle Long, congratulations."

Her voice was soft, with a hint of joy.

Wang Long smiled and nodded at Xu Wanyun.

In the square, hundreds of instructors and disciples finally recovered from their shock.

The next moment, everyone bowed deeply to Wang Long.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Wang, for your gift!"

The voices were perfectly synchronized and resounded through the sky.

Those disciples who had just broken through during the Qi Infusion were so excited that tears welled up in their eyes.

He knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed to the ground, his voice choked with sobs.

"Mr. Wang's kindness and virtue will be forever etched in my memory!"

"I have been stuck at the peak of the third rank for three years, but today, thanks to your literary assistance, I have broken through to the fourth rank in one fell swoop! I will never forget your kindness!"

"The students too! We will never forget your kindness, teacher!"

The sounds echoed across the square, and everyone looked at Wang Long with gratitude and respect.

Wang Long looked at the disciples kneeling on the ground and quickly raised his hand to help them up.

"Please, everyone, there's no need for this. Please rise."

"The overflowing literary talent is not my intention. Your ability to break through through this is your own good fortune."

An elderly instructor with white hair looked up at Wang Long, his eyes filled with respect.

"Sir, you are too modest. If it weren't for your literary talent, how could we have had this opportunity?"

"We will forever remember your great kindness."

As he spoke, he bowed deeply once more.

Wang Long had no choice but to let them worship.

Shen Qianqiu stood on the high platform, watching this scene, stroking his beard, and nodded with a smile.

He jumped down from the platform and strode up to Wang Long.

She grabbed his arm, her voice trembling with excitement.

"Brother Wang! Your declaration of ambition just now... it was truly awe-inspiring!"

"Brother, I've lived for hundreds of years and seen countless ambitions, but I've never seen anything so spectacular!"

"Your four sentences are enough to be passed down through the ages! They will be remembered forever!"

Wang Long looked at him and smiled.

"Brother Shen, you flatter me."

"This isn't flattery! It's the truth! At that moment, I had an epiphany: this is what we Confucian scholars have always strived for!"

Shen Qianqiu shook his head, looking serious.

"Brother Wang, I have a favor to ask."

"Brother Shen, please speak."

Shen Qianqiu took a deep breath, looked at Wang Long, and his gaze was earnest.

"Brother, I want to record your aspirations in the history of Wenxin Academy, and have them engraved on a monument for future generations of students to admire and learn from."

"I wonder if Brother Wang would agree?"

Wang Long was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.

"Brother Shen, you're too kind. It's my honor."

Shen Qianqiu was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly.

"Good! Good! Good!"

He turned around, looked at the crowd in the square, and raised his hand as if to press down.

"Gentlemen, I have something to announce!"

The noise in the square gradually subsided, and everyone's eyes fell on Shen Qianqiu.

Shen Qianqiu stroked his beard, his voice booming.

"I have decided to record Mr. Wang's aspirations in the history of Wenxin Academy, have them engraved on a monument, and erect it in front of Minglun Hall for future generations of students to admire and learn from!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of enthusiastic applause and cheers erupted in the square.

"The dean is wise!"

"Mr. Wang deserves this honor!"

"A legacy to be passed down through generations, a name that will be remembered forever!"

Ye Yizhou stroked his beard and nodded repeatedly.

"Old Shen, you've done well! Mr. Wang's ambition is not only a treasure for your Wenxin Academy, but also for the entire Confucian tradition!"

Li Mo echoed this sentiment.

"Indeed! Mr. Wang's four sentences are worthy of serving as the motto for Confucian scholars throughout the land! To inscribe them on a monument and write a biography is only right and proper!"

Wen Yuan nodded, his voice steady.

"When I return, I will also record Mr. Wang's aspirations in the history of Songzhu Academy and have them engraved on a monument."

Ye Yizhou and Li Mo exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously.

"Me too!"

"Me too!"

The three great Confucian scholars made their decision at the same time.

Wang Long looked at them, his feelings complicated. Was this a bit too formal?

These four sentences.

In this world, in this land, in this era, it was he who sang these words.

From this day forward, his name, Wang Long, will be forever linked with his!

May it be passed down and praised by future generations of disciples!

Shen Qianqiu was in a great mood and waved his hand.

"Today, Mr. Wang has resolved to succeed, and I will hold a grand banquet at the academy to celebrate for three days!"

"All instructors and disciples are welcome to participate! Plenty of food and drink!"

The square immediately erupted in excitement.

"The dean is wise!"

"Mr. Wang!"

Cheers rose and fell, deafeningly loud.

Qin Jiaojiao jumped up excitedly, grabbed Wang Long's arm, and her eyes sparkled.

"Father! Did you hear that? The Dean is throwing a huge banquet! Plenty of food and drink!"

Wang Long smiled and ruffled her hair.

"I heard that, and look how happy you are."

"Of course I'm happy!"

Qin Jiaojiao grinned, revealing two small tiger teeth.

"Who wouldn't be happy to have something delicious to eat? I just don't know if it's as good as Dad's cooking~"