Peerless Taoist

Song Anqi walked slowly to the side and waited quietly in the sound of everyone's discussion.

Like others, she has been watching Li Xiang for enlightenment.

"Tianwu academy is originally one of the strongest branches of our Bailu Academy. If you can enter it and become a lecturer, you will get the capital to promote a great Confucian."

"It's very important to understand this time. If elder martial brother Li Xiang's understanding is less than elder martial sister song's, I'm afraid it will fall into inferior this time."

In the conversation, Li Xiang suddenly picked up his pen and began to write on the cloth and silk in front of him.

"Look, senior brother Li Xiang has started writing."

"It's so fast. I don't know how many feelings he can write this time."

Many Confucian scholars around stared to see how much Li Xiang could understand.

Confucianism practitioners who can enter the White Deer academy have a solid foundation.

Seeing Li Xiang write, he quickly left rows of dense words on the cloth.

A hundred words.

Two hundred words.

"At 300 words, elder martial brother Li Xiang's understanding has surpassed elder martial sister song!"

Many people secretly glanced at Song Anqi, but saw that the other party was still indifferent, as if everything in front of her had nothing to do with her.

Sage sentiment is not scribbled.

In front of us, this ancient book of saints does not contain actual words, but records a divine thought of saints.

The perceiver needs to rely on his own strength to realize something from the saint's divine idea and record it.

If the great Confucianism finds out that it is scribbling, he will not be driven out of the White Deer academy directly. Not only will you lose the qualification to continue practicing here, but also your reputation will be ruined and your Taoist heart will be damaged.

Li Xiang worked hard to write. In a short while, a thousand words of sentiment was written.

Immediately, Li Xiang gradually stopped writing.

"I finally stopped writing. I don't know whether senior brother Li Xiang has fully realized the ancient books of saints." the people couldn't help stretching their necks.

Li Xiang stood up, looked at the feeling in his hand, and a smile came up at the corners of his mouth.

"Senior brother Li Xiang, you..." a Confucian scholar walked over and asked.

Li Xiang raised his head proudly and shook the cloth and silk on his hand: "I have understood all the ancient books of saints."

what!

The hearts of the people were shocked. They never thought that Li Xiang had this ability.

"I remember that the previous understanding of the president and several great scholars was only a thousand words."

"Elder martial brother Li Xiang's perception ability is even comparable to that of a great Confucian. I'm afraid his current state is unimaginable."

Many people have cast envious eyes on Li Xiang.

Li Xiang took a provocative look at Song Anqi: "younger martial sister song, it seems that your perception of sages is not enough. Read more books when you are free."

Song Anqi said faintly, "congratulations."

Her indifferent attitude is like treating Li Xiang as air.

Li Xiang snorted coldly. Obviously, he was very dissatisfied with song Anqi's attitude.

Creak!

Just then, the gate of the tide house was suddenly pushed open.

A white haired Confucian came out slowly from the inside and looked at the crowd: "have you written the feelings of saints' classics?"

Everyone looked at each other, and many Confucian scholars showed a ashamed expression on their faces.

In vain, they claim to have read thousands of articles. Unexpectedly, they really saw the classics of saints, but they didn't even write a trace of sentiment.

"Teacher, this is my feeling." Song Anqi respectfully sent a letter of paper.

The great Confucian took the paper, glanced at it, nodded and said, "yes, although there are some gaps in the Scriptures you understand, there is no deviation in general. You can enter the tidal house to observe the relics of saints."