About the fact that the heir of Huajian School is a girl

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"..."

"..."

The two stared at each other.

The scholar quickly looked away, but occasionally stole a glance at her.

Li Qingcha: “…”

"Brother, do you have anything to say?"

The scholar was shocked and said quickly, "No, I just... well... to be honest, sir, I really like the card game you invented, so..."

As he spoke, he took out a deck of cards and a pencil from his pocket.

He handed over Little Gray Sleepy Form (Joker).

puff~

Gong Lianxue couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Our great, noble, and elegant Marquis Wu Ding, someone asked you for your autograph~"

No matter how thick-skinned Li Qingcha was, he couldn't help but blush.

She hurriedly took the lead sheet handed to her by the scholar and signed her name on the small gray and sleepy sheet.

The Confucian scholar could not help but feel delighted.

"My classmates must be envious... ahem... Mr. Siwei's calligraphy is indeed unique. The tip of the pencil is very hard, so there is no obvious sense of pause when writing, but Mr. Siwei..."

Before he finished speaking, Wei Xian's voice came.

"Okay, stop harassing Mr. Siwei."

The three of them looked in the direction of the sound.

Wei Xian was seen shrinking the ground to an inch, and arrived at the archway in just a few steps.

The scholar said goodbye dejectedly and ran away like the wind.

Wei Xian couldn't help but sigh.

"The capital has been in turmoil lately, with officials blocking the Meridian Gate Square for four consecutive days. I was afraid that the students would cause trouble for no reason, so I specifically restricted them from wandering around. For this reason, I found more than 60 topics for them to write about, just to trip them up, but I didn't expect that I would still offend Mr. Siwei."

Li Qingcha was embarrassed.

I never thought that I would have fans all over the world.

She changed the subject and said, "I saw that students from Bailu Academy carry pencils with them. Why is that?"

"Of course it's because they admire you. In their hearts, Han Jia Yuan Di is probably second only to those Confucian classics. Whenever they have time, they take it out and find a place to check their calculations. Using a lead tablet is much more convenient than using a brush."

"..."

Even more embarrassing.

Wei Xian also noticed that the atmosphere was not right, and asked with a smile: "Mr. Siwei, what brings you here?"

Chapter 629: Thousands of Monuments Ringing

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"The Monument of the Confucian Saint?!"

After hearing Li Qingcha talk about perfecting Yun Wuzong, Wei Xian was completely confused.

Li Qingcha corrected: "Half a piece, only half a piece."

Wei Xian: ￣□￣｜｜

Half a piece is enough.

He muttered to himself, "Jingwu sent a message before saying that he would send something back, but the details were vague. I didn't expect it to be a Confucian treasure. I guess they were worried that the message would be intercepted, resulting in the loss of the stele."

Confucianism also has a method of transmitting messages over a thousand miles, but it requires cultivation support, and is far from being like the Imperial Observatory, which only requires tools.

In this regard, the Imperial Observatory is indeed slightly better.

Li Qingcha asked, "Shanzhang, that is indeed the stele of the Confucian saint, right?"

Wei Xian answered firmly: "It won't be wrong."

He turned to Gong Lianxue,

"Miss Gong, at that time, was Mr. Siwei influenced by the Confucian stele? Did he show any signs of that?"

"Hmm... let me think... he was sitting cross-legged in front of the stele, seemingly meditating. At the same time, the saint's chanting echoed in the valley from time to time, and words slowly appeared on the stele."

"Sure enough, it's absolutely correct."

Wei Xian confirmed again.

Unlike the flowers blooming everywhere when the saints preached, the scene described by Gong Lianxue was a vision that had never been recorded in the classics.

But considering the contents of the inscription,

"Those who are good at speaking and making an ingratiating appearance are seldom kind!" - "Learning"

"Governing with virtue is like the North Star, which stays in its place and all the other stars revolve around it." - "Governing with virtue"

"A gentleman is open and honest, while a villain is always worried and worried." - "Shu Er Pian"

……

These are all in the classics, and there are always two words in front of them:

Confucius said.

The words of saints.

Coupled with the impact of the vision on reality, which allowed words to appear on the seemingly tattered stele, Wei Xian could be 100% sure that the lost stele of the Confucian saint had finally seen the light of day.

With excitement in his heart, he bowed deeply to Li Qingcha.

"The saint's disciple, Wei Xian, thanks Mr. Siwei on behalf of all the Confucian scholars in the world."

Li Qingcha quickly dodged,

"Shanzhang, you are embarrassing me."

Wei Xian also knew that Li Qingcha would not accept the gift, so after bowing, he stood up straight, his face flushed.

As a second-rank cultivator, there are not many things that can disturb his mind.

Li Qingcha came here not to accept thanks,

She quickly changed the subject.

"Have you heard the latest rumors circulating on the street?"

Wei Xian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized,

"I thought those rumors were unbelievable. Mr. Siwei is a smart man, and it is even more impossible for him to fall into the trap. But thinking about the half of the Confucian sage stele on the Shanyun Wuzong, it is inevitable that I will have a lot of fantasies. Even for me, it is difficult not to think about it."

"You mean it's fake?"

"I can't say for sure, I can only say that the possibility of forgery is extremely high. Mr. Siwei once erected a stele in the Stele Forest, so he should know what the text on the stele implies... How about this, sir, please follow me to the Stele Forest."

"it is good."

Wei Xian led the way.

The three of them walked towards the Forest of Steles together.

Li Qingcha recalled the experience of carving the stele.

The situation at that time was that Wei Xian asked Fang Jingwu to "do the job for him", but Fang Jingwu's carving knife did not leave any trace on the stone tablet.

Later, Wei Xian went up to carve the characters himself, but he could no longer concentrate after carving just a few words.

At that time, Li Qingcha was only a ninth-rank official, but he was able to carve the stele himself.

this means……

"Does the headmaster want to talk about this strange phenomenon of keeping silent?"

Li Qingcha asked.

At this time, they had already reached the foot of the back mountain.

The surrounding environment is even quieter than the mountain gate. Occasionally, hares and elks jump and leap among the grass, causing the bushes to rustle, which adds a sense of desolation.

Looking around, there are stone tablets all over the mountains.

Wei Xian smiled and asked, "Mr. Siwei is not a Confucian scholar, so it is normal for him to not know the nature of keeping his mouth shut."

Li Qingcha became even more curious.

"Essence? Where do I start?"

Wei Xian closed his eyes, then slowly said: "In a quiet room, how can I be happy?"

Cadence,

Every word was exceptionally clear.

In an instant, Li Qingcha felt like he was covered by a well-sealed container, and the sounds from outside were completely isolated.

Wei Xian waved his hand.

The invisible container disappeared and the sound resumed flowing.

He said: "In fact, the Confucian Five Ranks and Virtues can reliably regulate the behavior of others and manipulate them with words. After the fifth rank, this ability gradually increases. Once you become a saint, you can speak and follow the law."

After a brief pause, he added,

"Of course, there will be backlash."

Li Qingcha understood a little.

"What the headmaster wants to say is that for Confucianism, words are power. Although high-ranking monks can speak the law of heaven, they can only keep silent about things that are beyond their ability."

"Mr. Siwei is indeed a quick thinker. Just like you when you were carving the monument, I had a lot of skills but I couldn't concentrate at all, and I couldn't even hold the chisel steadily. The reason is that 'establishing a mind for heaven and earth, establishing a destiny for the people, inheriting the lost knowledge of the past sages, and creating peace for all generations' is too classic, and others can't do it for you, or they are not worthy of doing it for you."

"Well……"

Li Qingcha felt a little embarrassed by what he said.

Wei Xian continued, "That's why I said that the contaminated stele is most likely fake."

He looked around.

"Who can erect a monument? Only true great scholars. Their words are worth thousands of gold, how can they be easily tainted? Not to mention the monument written by a Confucian saint."

This reason is not much different from the speculation of Li Qingcha and Gong Lianxue.

The two nodded to show that they understood.

Wei Xian asked: "Mr. Siwei, you just said that you gained Qi from the Confucian sage's stele. I wonder how effective it is?"

Li Qingcha replied: "The energy in my body has merged with the energy of Taoism."

"what?"

"Well, let me show you the Ink Splashing Sword Technique."

Ink-splashing sword technique...

Wei Xian felt somewhat helpless, thinking that Mr. Siwei was truly an outlier. Not only had he merged with the enemy, he had also figured out a set of skills on his own.

He took a half step back to give Li Qingcha room to maneuver.

Li Qingcha circulated his Qi through the body while pinching his fingers.

In an instant, more than ten ink swords appeared out of thin air.

Wei Xian's eyes widened.

This……

"It's actually a combination of Confucian Qi and Taoist swordsmanship!?"