"This is the Confucian Temple!"
The horse team from Zhenwuhou Mansion passed through the crowded crowd and entered the examination waiting area of the Confucian Temple from the entrance.
Jiang Li looked at the majestic and majestic Confucian temple complex, and his calm eyes couldn't help but have ripples.
He was trapped in the Marquis Mansion since he was a child, and studied hard for ten years, just to gain fame and have the qualifications to start his own business.
In the future, he would stand up to Jiang Shirong in court to clear his mother's name.
He studied hard and successfully passed the county and college examinations. However, he was secretly manipulated by the He Lou family to prevent him from entering the Confucian Temple and paying homage to literary sages and sages.
If a Confucian scholar does not communicate with the literary image of the Confucian Temple and light up the literary lamp in his heart before the age of sixteen, he will not be able to imbue his body with the literary energy of the literary sages and sages, obtain the title of the Confucian Temple, and he will not be able to possess the various magical powers blessed by Confucianism and Taoism.
Even if he has great Confucianism and profound knowledge, he will not be reused by the imperial court.
The path of Confucianism and Taoism has long been cut off.
"Why did the aura of breaking through Jiang Xuanyao's body suddenly dissipate?"
Jiang Li withdrew his gaze and suddenly felt that the aura condensed on Jiang Xuanyao's body dissipated instantly. He couldn't help but look forward, feeling secretly surprised.
From the moment the team entered the crowd, he could clearly feel Jiang Xuanyao's martial arts momentum suddenly gathering and surging.
There is a strong belief that the world is the greatest and I am the only one.
This is a very rare opportunity to break through Yiwu.
Generally speaking, only after a martial artist reaches the eighth realm of martial art, the artistic conception of boxing, can he fully awaken and control his own artistic conception of boxing. This is the foundation for entering the realm of martial saints and condensing the spirit of boxing.
However, there are also very few martial artists, either because of their extraordinary talents or due to some unknown circumstances, who can sense or even awaken the prototype of the artistic conception of fist movements in front of the spiritual martial arts realm, thus possessing a spiritual realm that far exceeds that of the same level. Compared with ordinary martial artists who break through the realm, The chance of Saint is greater.
It's just a pity...
Jiang Li shook his head slightly, feeling a little sorry for Jiang Xuanyao.
Although the grudge between the two was so deep that it could not be resolved, Jiang Li did not become jealous because of it.
After all, when he was in the Tai Chi realm and saw Liu Honglie ascending to the realm, he had already vaguely awakened to his own boxing artistic conception.
"It's all you!"
Sensing Jiang Li's gaze, unwillingness, loss, regret, resentment...all kinds of emotions were brewing in Jiang Xuanyao's heart, and finally turned into a glare.
The reason for the failure of breaking through the realm is unknown.
Only he himself knows the frustration in his heart.
"Why are you staring at me?"
Jiang Li was stared at in confusion. When he looked at Jiang Xuanyao again, the latter had already turned his head in another direction.
In the area outside the Confucian Temple, many students taking the martial arts exam had gathered, either gathering to talk or alone.
Among them, there were also sons of nobles and nobles with meritorious deeds like Jiang Li and others. They were surrounded by guards of the palace, standing out like chickens, very conspicuous.
"I haven't seen you for more than a month. Brother Xuan Yao is even more powerful than before. He must have sacrificed his life and practiced hard in recent times!"
"I wonder why I haven't seen Brother Xuan Yao show up at Jinxianglou these days. He has even abandoned beauties for the sake of fame. Miss Fengyao and Miss Kerong are missing you so much!"
As soon as Jiang Xuanyao appeared in the examination room, several young men in fine clothes came to greet him.
"Brother Xuan Yao, are those two young men also the heirs of Marquis Wu?" A young man with a strong build and a faint golden glow on his skin had slightly raised eyes and frivolous eyes.
"Brother Yan, to be honest, although those two are my brothers, they are my concubine's sons, and their status in the mansion is very low!" Jiang Xuanyao laughed.
"My concubine's son? No wonder he didn't have the style of a Marquis of Wu, but instead he was so handsome. If he was a poor boy, he would have been sold to a rich man's mansion to work as a book boy!" The young man with pale golden skin looked regretful and kept shaking. head.
"Brother Yan has never been fond of women, so he must have fallen in love with these two handsome young men. You and Brother Xuan Yao have a good relationship, so why don't you have a good relationship with each other? The son born from two concubines is not at the mercy of Brother Xuan Yao! "
Another young man in brocade had a strange tone, which caused a few people to chuckle unbridledly.
"hateful!"
The laughter came clearly. Jiang Xuanxin was furious when he heard this. He held the sword in his hand and was about to rush out to argue with those people, but was gently held back by Jiang Li.
Hong Sheng and other soldiers also frowned and looked sulky.
Several young men in brocade were joking and joking wantonly, humiliating not only Jiang Li and the two, but also the Zhenwu Hou Mansion.
However, Jiang Xuanyao, as the prince of the Hou family, did not know whether it was because he was used to such jokes, or he deliberately humiliated Jiang Li. He looked as if he was not aware of it, and No. 4 did not take it seriously.
"Xuanxin, this is the Confucian Temple, the place where martial arts policy discussions are held. No matter what the conflict is, it will be regarded as a collision with the martial arts examination room. According to the laws of the Zhou Dynasty, this is an unforgivable felony!"
Jiang Li stopped Jiang Xuanxin, who was about to explode.
"But Brother Fifteen, they humiliated us so unscrupulously, do we have to swallow this tone like this!" Jiang Xuanxin was very unwilling.
"Of course not!"
Jiang Li smiled coldly, looked past several people, looked at the soldiers of each mansion who were escorting these powerful sons, and secretly wrote down the clan emblems on their bodies, "Go to the exam with peace of mind, and we will settle this matter after the policy discussion is over!" "
"Okay, I'll go with Brother Fifteen!"
Jiang Xuanxin nodded, and then slowly let go of the saber.
"Let's go, the time is coming, let's go to the Confucian Temple first!"
Jiang Li withdrew his gaze and walked towards the entrance of the Confucian Temple with Jiang Xuanxin.
Officials from the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of War and their sergeants guarded the entrance and immediately let them go after checking that their identities were correct.
After bypassing the screen wall, the two walked into the Confucian Temple and saw hundreds of sages and gods carved from white marble standing in the wide square.
These statues have different appearances, most of them are gentle Confucian masters with tall crowns and long robes, there are also old farmers in coarse cloth and short blouses, generals in armor, and prodigal sons with waist-length hair and long robes and wide sleeves...
But no matter which image they are, the expressions of all the statues are humble and peaceful. They stand quietly, but there is a majestic righteousness that fills the world and surrounds them, forming a light mist and clouds.
Jiang Li silently sensed the aura of the statues of the saints and sages in the square, and felt that the place was full of righteousness, vast and vast, and his mind was much broader.
He walked slowly to the front of the wise men, straightened his clothes and posture, bowed with both hands and bowed.
This worship is not for the sake of literary status, but only for the great deeds of all the disciples and hundreds of sages who have nourished the world.
At the end of the Middle Ages, there was a great calamity between heaven and earth, the heaven and earth were out of balance, and the sun and moon went retrograde.
The Literary Sage, together with the seventy-two great sages, and other disciples, fed back the heaven and the earth and saved the people of the world from disaster. Only then did humanity prosper in this and ancient times.
After the ceremony, he stood up, but no miracles appeared.
When a Confucian scholar reaches the age of sixteen, the literary lamp is not turned on, and the door of spiritual wisdom is closed. It is difficult for him to communicate with the literary image of the Confucian Temple throughout his life, with few exceptions.
After walking through the square and passing through an alleyway next to the sacrificial hall, the two came to the actual examination room area. They followed the official's guidance and walked to their respective dormitories.
It is said that it is a dormitory, but it is actually a small semi-enclosed grid made of bricks and wood to separate candidates from each other and eliminate the possibility of cheating.
There is only a wooden board in the dormitory, which is only half-lying on, and a simple wooden table, with pens, ink, paper and inkstones placed on it for the candidates to use.
After Jiang Li took his seat, he poured water into the inkstone and slowly ground the ink, waiting for the exam to begin.
As a crisp sound rang out, the footsteps of Confucian Temple officials came from outside the dormitory, and the questions for this year's policy examination were handed down one by one, but it was a tiny piece of bamboo.
"What is the way of war!"
Jiang Li's eyes flashed slightly. He thought for a moment, and many memories from his past life came to mind.
He dipped his pen into ink, and with a broad stroke, the pen and ink splashed freely on the soft and white rice paper.
"Soldiers are important matters of the country, the place of life and death, and the path to survival. We must pay attention to them."
"Therefore, the scriptures are based on five things, which are corrected by calculation and their emotions: the first is called Dao, the second is called Heaven, the third is called Earth, the fourth is called General, and the fifth is called Dharma."
"The Taoist will make the people agree with the superiors, and they can die with them, live with them, and not be in danger..."
"Those who plan for profit and listen to it are to use it to support their power...Those who have power control power because of profit."
"Soldiers who, deception also!"
…
The holy book of military science in his previous life was clear in his mind. Jiang Li's pen was as sharp as a sword, and he wrote faster and faster. The pen and ink penetrated the paper, forming characters like golden and iron horses.
These characters gathered together, like tens of thousands of soldiers standing with halberds, condensing their energy into a momentum. Gradually, a strange power emerged from the scroll of paper, and it persisted. The momentum became louder and louder, even matching Jiang Li's aura. Machines are closely connected.
Jiang Li writes like the wind and the sea, and is also unknowingly affected by the artistic conception condensed on the paper.
My mind is clear, without any thoughts, but my chest is filled with blood, as if there is boundless courage, morale, heroism, strength, talent... filled together, being forged into a ball by the melting furnace of blood!
These breaths and powers circulate throughout the body, and the true energy is also integrated into it.
There was a slight vibration in the middle of the forehead, like a door containing countless mysterious talents opening.
A thought that combined various auras, artistic conceptions, powers, and atmospheres rose from the center of Jiang Li's eyebrows, like a wolf smoke rushing into the sky.
The Confucian Temple is a gathering place for the cultural heritage of the Zhou Dynasty, gathering the literary spirit and ideas of hundreds of millions of Confucian scholars, famous teachers, great Confucians, great sages and great virtues in modern and ancient times.
These literary thoughts have persisted for thousands of years and have long been integrated with the Confucian Temple. All evils have retreated and ghosts and gods cannot invade.
Even if he is a ghost and immortal who has suffered a thunderstorm, he will not even take half a step closer to the Confucian Temple.
Literary energy has filled this world, forming a completely different space, and the ideas of philosophers and sages are everywhere.
Jiang Li's military idea rushed into the sky and immediately aroused the cultural atmosphere in the Confucian Temple.
After sensing this new partner, the thoughts of the disciples and hundreds of sages who had been drifting and sleeping also woke up from their long silence.
In an instant, the statues of scholars and sages shook, and a kind of vitality spread instantly.
In the sky above the Confucian Temple, the cultural energy condenses, forming countless lotus flowers, auspicious clouds float, wind and thunder tremble, and the billowing literary energy surges, and the phantom of the unicorn appears faintly.
"Boom..."
Deep in the Confucian Temple, a large bell was struck by no one, but suddenly it made a huge sound, and heavy sound waves spread leisurely into the distance.
A pillar of talent fell from the sky, completely submerging Jiang Li's residence.
(End of chapter)
