“Cultivation of literature in the Confucian vein means that Confucian disciples accumulate literary spirit and cultivate integrity, cultivate their moral integrity, have the world in mind, and be good at governing the world.
"The so-called literary spirit is the ubiquitous Yuan Qi in the universe and the talents, spirits, beliefs, and moral qualities of Confucian scholars. It is melted into one furnace and is refined under the smelting lamp of the heart!"
As Jiang Li walked on the streets of Shengjing City, the relevant records of Confucianism and culture came to mind.
Compared with the martial, qi, and dao veins, Jiang Li actually has a deeper understanding of the Confucian vein.
He was trapped in the small courtyard of the Hou Mansion since he was a child, with only books and Chuchu accompanying him. The ten years of hard work were by no means wasted.
Cultivation of literature in the Confucian vein, through reciting classics and historical books, cultivates one's moral integrity, nourishes the righteousness in the heart, sublimates the spirit, and broadens the mind.
Over time, the body accumulates literary energy and can give birth to many talents, supernatural powers and magical powers.
Although the initial blessing is not as good as the three meridians of martial arts, Taoism, and Qi, it still has its own unique features.
If one could reach the realm of ancient sages and move their hands and feet to arouse the awe-inspiring aura of heaven and earth, they would not be inferior to immortals and gods.
"The nine realms of the Confucian lineage are learning, being a righteous person, being loyal and forgiving, being a gentleman, governing the country, establishing a destiny, being free from confusion, enlightening, and realizing the truth, which correspond to the nine major positions in the Confucian Temple!"
"Among them, Great Virtue is the highest literary rank in the Confucian Temple, corresponding to the ninth realm of Confucianism. This is a rank comparable to the ninth realm of martial arts, the Divine Transformation Realm!"
Jiang Li took a deep breath. If his body, true energy, and soul had not been greatly enhanced and improved by the literary energy infusion, he would not have been able to believe that his body actually contained a huge amount of literary energy from the ninth realm of Confucianism.
Unfortunately, these talents were not cultivated by himself.
There are nine realms of literature and energy, but there is no nine realms of realm.
It's like he owns a golden mountain, but his power is limited and he can only move the part he can at a time.
But if one day, he truly cultivates to the realm of the Nine Realms, he will be as literary and spiritual as a dragon, and his magical powers and talents will far surpass those of the same realm.
"Do you all know that Qilin appears in the Confucian Temple?"
"The sound of the bell is like thunder, shaking the whole Shengjing. Who doesn't know and who doesn't?"
"In the martial arts examination, the strategy volume can actually arouse the charm of scholars and sages. What kind of article is it!"
Along the way Jiang Li walked, he could hear the whispers of literati. Many literati in Confucian robes were running in the direction of the Confucian Temple in a hurry and with excited expressions.
The situation in the Confucian Temple examination room is unknown, so Jiang Li cannot return to the Hou Mansion.
He walked to a lively and noisy main street, climbed to the second floor of a restaurant along the street, chose a seat by the window and sat down, observing the movements of people on the street in order to grasp the development and changes of the situation in a timely manner.
"The universe allows me to be lazy, and the sun and the moon allow me to be busy. Although I am a guest in the world, I am still a free man!"
With a pot of sake and two plates of side dishes, Jiang Li sat leaning on the railing, basking in the warm late spring sun, which was quite comfortable.
Little did he know that Emperor Jing's Qilin Guards and all the officials from the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of War were searching the city for his whereabouts.
The Great Zhou Dynasty was prosperous and prosperous, and the streets of Shengjing City were full of people. In the evening, the flow of people became even denser.
The military examination policy discussion is over, and the number of young warriors has gradually begun to increase. Some are beaming and confident, while others are dejected and sighing. However, no matter what mood they are in, groups of three or five gather together to discuss today's martial arts examination room. The wonderful scene of Qilin appearing in the world.
"I am full of thoughts and have beautiful articles in my chest, but I am disturbed by the unicorn vision, and I can't save even one out of ten. Alas, what a shame!"
"Brother Ximen, you and I are not outsiders. If you say that we have different tastes, I will never dare to question it, but what's the point? We are all brothers, why bother to be pretentious and try to hide it? Just get a top grade in the martial arts exam one day!"
"Qilinzi has appeared in this world, and this year's martial arts competitions will surely go down in the history books with great brilliance!"
"You're on stage in one step. It's said that people from the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of War are going crazy. I wonder who the son-in-law is!"
"If we can be personally summoned by the Holy Spirit, after tonight, our status will be completely different from that of the Qilinzi!"
The young warriors talked as they walked, and their voices floated into Jiang Li's ears, and they were all filled with envy.
"Now that the Holy One knows my identity, I can return to the Hou Mansion. The eyes of the world are gathered, and Jiang Shirong will also be restrained!"
Jiang Li stood up and was about to check out and leave when he saw a cavalry team coming at the end of the street in great force, with about two hundred riders.
The soldiers wearing all kinds of armors, shouting in front and behind, surrounded several young gentlemen in the middle.
One of them was a tall, burly and heroic young warrior, riding a powerful black-maned horse, which made him even more eye-catching.
"Jiang Xuanyao!"
Jiang Li narrowed his eyes slightly and looked intently, and found that the young masters in fine clothes beside Jiang Xuanyao also looked familiar. They were the same people who had made rude remarks and humiliated him and Jiang Xuanxin in front of the Confucian Temple.
"I'm very confident about the military examination strategy, at least it's at the top level. Today I'll be the host. I'll buy a gold-plated building and have fun with you all night. In the future, I will go to Beimang to kill the enemy, perform meritorious service, and be crowned king, but there will be no such opportunity. Got it!"
Jiang Xuanyao was high-spirited and showed strong confidence in his every move.
The most important thing in the art of war is to work hard and move forward in an indomitable manner, and to cope with numerous difficulties and dangers with one's own strength.
The policy chapters he wrote are full of fearless momentum. If Qilin hadn't appeared today and someone had written the sacred scroll of military strategists, he thought he would be in the top ten in the field of policy theory!
"It's rare for Brother Xuan Yao to be so generous. He won't come home until he's drunk today. I'm going to crush ten of you, you pretty little lady!" A young man in brocade clothes rubbed his hands, impatient.
"It's okay for us, but it's a pity that Brother Yan doesn't like women, so he can only hold the wine jar and watch us fight together, with our legs like a forest, and the mountains like a group!" A young man joked.
"Hahaha, if it really doesn't work, I can find a good-looking girl who can handle it with her mouth!"
Another young master didn't know what he thought of, he clapped his hands and laughed, and said: "Brother Xuan Yao, since you are the host, how can you let Brother Yan feel lonely? Why don't you ask your two concubine brothers to work together to solve Brother Yan's problems?" lonely!"
"A few of them were joking. If that little scoundrel Jiang Li hadn't been brought into the Marquis Qianjun Mansion by his father, I wouldn't be able to touch him. I could just find someone to tie him up and bring them together. So why not!" Jiang Xuanyao waved his hand proudly. Yangyang.
"Just like this woman feels more comfortable when she marries as a wife, a man becomes a wife? Tsk, tsk, tsk, brother Xuan Yao must marry his brother no matter what..."
When a young man with a pale gold complexion heard this, his eyes brightened even more, with a lustful and lustful look in his eyes.
"Shut up, Fifteenth Brother, you are not allowed to speak dirty words, humiliate and slander me!"
But before Yan Zhenzai finished speaking, a strong wind suddenly roared behind him, and a cold light broke through the air and struck towards him.
"Who dares to attack me in broad daylight?"
Sensing the strong wind roaring behind him, Yan Zhenzai snorted coldly without looking back. The golden luster of his right hand flowed, and he pinched his two fingers backwards to completely restrain the blow of the cold light.
The short spear, about five feet long, had a cold light, buzzing and trembling between the two fingers.
Yan Zhenzai turned his head to look with a sullen look on his face, but when he saw a handsome young man riding a horse not far away, his eyes full of anger, he turned from anger to joy and smiled.
"I was begging Brother Xuan Yao to bring you here, but I never thought that you could not wait to send me to my door!"
Yan Zhenzai laughed loudly, turned the horse's head, and rushed directly towards Jiang Xuanxin.
"Humph, you idiot with no brains. Since you did it yourself, you are responsible for the consequences!"
Jiang Xuanyao looked at him coldly, without any intention of stepping forward to stop him. After all, what kind of chastity can a man have?
Jiang Xuanxin suffered a secret loss tonight, I'm sorry he has no shame to tell his father!
"Xiao Keren, come on!"
On the other side, Yan Zhenzai was galloping, and the startled pedestrians on the road hurriedly ran to both sides to avoid him.
Seeing Jiang Xuanxin riding his horse closer and closer, a fire seemed to be burning under his lower abdomen, and he stretched out a pair of big hands to grab it hard.
The boy opposite him is bound to win!
In front of him, the strength of a mere Tai Chi realm was no different than that of a kitten or puppy.
"Absolute sword, wind, thunder, fire and lightning!"
On horseback, Jiang Xuanxin suddenly rose up at the moment when the two sides were about to miss each other, his sword flashed like light, like fire and lightning, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, and the street suddenly lit up in mid-air.
"So fast!"
Yan Zhenzai raised his brows suddenly, and felt his eyes blurred as Jiang Xuanxin's sword had already struck down with a flash.
With a crisp sound, Jiang Xuanxin's body flew out and landed on the stone floor of the street. He couldn't help but fall back. Blood flowed from the torn tiger's mouth. His arms trembled, but he still held the handle of the knife tightly.
"You little bastard, even if I torture you for ten days and ten nights, I still can't relieve the hatred in my heart!"
Yan Zhenzai sat on the horse, motionless, but there was shocking anger on his pale golden face.
His hands trembled, and a transverse wound appeared in both palms.
About an inch deep, the bones are exposed.
If it weren't for the special martial arts he cultivated and his skin as tough as iron, Jiang Xuanxin's sword would have been able to cut off both of his palms.
"Second Style of Absolute Sword, Ten Wings of Spring and Autumn!"
Jiang Xuanxin held the knife, with fierceness in his eyes. He gritted his teeth. As soon as he stopped, he jumped up again and slashed the horse's leg with the knife.
The blade vibrated and flickered, and in an instant ten groups of light and shadow appeared, which were virtual and real, elusive, and suddenly dispersed, making Yan Zhenzai's eyes flash, and his face showed surprise.
He did not expect that Jiang Xuanxin, a son of a concubine, could possess such peerless sword skills, so he quickly tightened the reins to avoid it.
"You bastard, how dare you hurt my young master!"
At this time, more than a dozen Yan family soldiers also gathered around him on horseback, stabbing Jiang Xuanxin fiercely with their spears.
Jiang Xuanxin's sword flashed, and he could only give up the attack and protect his vitals. The spear and the knife collided, making continuous crisp sounds and sparks flying everywhere.
Although most of the dozen Yan family soldiers were at the Jiaowu realm, they were condescending and relied on the momentum of their horses to form an immediate encirclement and suppression force on Jiang Xuanxin, constantly approaching and oppressing him.
"stop!"
The soldiers from the Zhenwu Hou Mansion were also approaching. Seeing Jiang Xuanxin trapped by the Yan family's soldiers, they wanted to step forward to rescue him, but Jiang Xuanyao gave him a cold shout and stopped him on the spot.
Seeing Jiang Xuanxin, who was being pushed to a corner, Hong Sheng and the other soldiers clenched their weapons, feeling angry but in a dilemma.
"Seeing your young master being humiliated and killed in the street, what use are all your martial arts training!"
A young boy's voice suddenly sounded from the second floor of the restaurant along the street. The strong wind howled, the air stirred, and made a squeaking sound.
More than a dozen transparent fist seals condensed with true energy tore through the air and blasted down from the sky.
The dozen or so Yan family soldiers who were encircling Jiang Xuanxin just heard the sound of punches and before they could even raise their heads, they were struck by punch marks one after another.
There was a crackling sound, and the bones were as crisp as broad beans. Even people and horses were knocked out and fell twenty or thirty meters away.
Some fell to the ground, and some crashed directly into shops along the street.
The war horses neighed and struggled, and the soldiers spit out blood and broken internal organs, and soon died.
"Qi Pulse? What kind of guy or Qi Pulse Cultivator dares to interfere with my Yan family's affairs!"
Yan Zhenzai's eyes flashed and he was furious.
There are four meridians: Taoism, Martial Arts, Confucianism and Qi, with Qi being the lowest.
Most of the practitioners are people from poor families and desperate people.
Because longevity is the shortest and cannot last long, even if they are successful in cultivation, they are mostly slaves and retainers supported by aristocratic families.
Yan Zhenzai's father was the third-rank right deputy censor of the capital, not the chief official. However, he admonished the monarch and imprisoned the ministers. He was also the official of the Great Zhou Dynasty in the six subjects, and he was the last official among all officials. The object of provocation.
He looked at the second floor of the restaurant with cold eyes, but his eyes were startled. The young man standing at the railing of the restaurant was Jiang Xuanyao's younger brother who married into the Marquis Qianjun Mansion.
"Who do I think you are, it's better for you to come. Today you two brothers..."
Yan Zhenzai's gloomy face showed a ferocious smile, and he uttered obscene words again, but Jiang Li did not want to dirty his ears.
His footsteps were like a giant beast trampling the ground. With a bang, the whole restaurant was trembling, and his figure disappeared from the place. His body broke through the air and formed a long wave of air behind him, and he appeared in an instant. In front of Yan Zhenzai.
Jiang Li grabbed Yan Zhenzai's neck, grabbed him off the horse, and slammed him to the ground with a bang.
Yan Zhenzai landed on his back, and his shaking internal organs began to shift. The cracks in the stone slab beneath him spread in all directions, and gravel flew everywhere.
"Jiang Li, my son dares to hurt me. My father is the censor of the capital. Are you not afraid of punishment from Marquis Wu?"
Yan Zhenzai was so shocked that he was dizzy, vomiting blood at the mouth, and all the bones in his body seemed to be broken. His hair was disheveled, and he was yelling and angry.
"So what if Du Yushi, as a public official, raised a piece of garbage like you, I will beat him up if he comes!"
Jiang Li smiled coldly and was not moved at all. He was a disciple of a saint. In the world, no one dared to reason with him.
Holding a handful of hair, like lifting a dead dog waiting to be slaughtered, Jiang Li moved his bow left and right and landed on Yan Zhenzai's pale golden face, making the sound of flesh slapping against gold and stone.
Literary energy permeates Jiang Li's physical body and is everywhere. It also contains the spiritual charm of the literary sages and sages who match the virtues of heaven and earth, the way of heaven is clear, the benevolence and the sage are the same, and the world is harmonious.
Every wave of his palm was accompanied by the aura of majesty, justice, and virtue, and pure lotus flowers faintly condensed behind him.
The pedestrians watching around couldn't help but feel a very strange feeling in their hearts.
Although I was beating someone, why did I feel the spiritual influence of listening to the teachings of the saints and admiring the saints' great deeds, and my state of mind seemed to become peaceful and harmonious.
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"Why has this little bastard become so weird!"
Jiang Xuanyao also looked a little confused, but his friend Yan Zhenzai was pulled by Jiang Li's hair and beaten severely in public. If he ignored this, he would definitely be ridiculed by his 'friends'.
If I can't deal with the younger brother of a concubine, how can I have the face to appear among the second generation officials in Shengjing City?
"What are you doing standing still? Save Brother Yan!"
But remembering the painful lessons he suffered at the hands of Jiang Li twice before, he was much smarter this time.
"Everyone has seen this kid committing murder on the street, and his crime is punishable by death!"
"My father is the minister of the Ministry of Justice. This time he takes action to eliminate injustice for the people!"
"Go ahead, kill him, and I'll keep you innocent!"
The several officials and young masters are even more shrewd than the last. In today's scene, if they don't kill Jiang Li, they will lose face.
But Jiang Li is the son of Marquis Wu after all, so it is necessary to find an excuse. It will not be too difficult to apologize to Marquis Wu in the future.
"Here!"
After hearing the order from their master, the soldiers of each government were not so surrounded by flowers. In an instant, sword lights appeared everywhere and cold shadows shone.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu"
A scream sounded, and dozens of sharp spears flew out from the hands of the soldiers, like sharp arrows shot from giant crossbows, piercing the air and falling down together.
Jiang Li grabbed Yan Zhenzai's hair, dragged him to the ground like a dead dog, and strode towards the opposite side.
The billowing infuriating energy swirled around him, and suddenly condensed into two transparent wings about ten feet wide.
It is the Crane Feather Lamp Protector, one of the nine styles of Tianhe.
The Zhenqi crane wings closed suddenly, guarding Jiang Li within them. The spears that were shot out penetrated the Zhenqi crane wings, like piercing metal, stone, iron and wood. They stopped instantly and were strangled by the layers of Zhenqi.
With a thought in Jiang Li's mind, the zhenqi crane wings trembled violently, and dozens of spears flew back, killing all the soldiers in an instant.
He grabbed Yan Zhenzai's hair, used his body as a weapon, and rushed into the soldiers.
The true energy took shape, turned into a sword and fist seal, and rushed away from the body. Jiang Li wielded Yan Zhenzai, killing everyone.
With a body comparable to that of the Xiantian realm, coupled with the condensed Qi of the Soldier Qi realm, Jiang Li was like killing a demon. With his fists and feet roaring, a famous soldier was knocked away, kicked, and smashed, and fell to the ground silently like a sandbag.
The once bustling and bustling streets suddenly turned into tragic battlefields.
"Seven Kills of Brahma Bones!"
"King of Horns Fist!"
"Beijing Thirteenth Road whip the legs!"
Several officials and princes also rushed into the battle group.
Although they behave frivolously and have bad conduct, they come from official families and have practiced martial arts and literature since childhood. They are not all drunkards, but all of them have extraordinary skills.
They are strong, almost all warriors in the Juqing realm.
However, he was vulnerable to Jiang Li, whose Qi had advanced to the Sixth Level of Soldier Qi.
He swept through the soldiers and rushed in front of several people. He continuously bombarded with the Hundred-Step Divine Fist. Fist seals flew out one after another. The true energy in his body continued to flow endlessly.
Several young masters from the Hou Mansion joined forces to resist, but failed to withstand a few of Jiang Li's attacks. They were all thrown away by Jiang Li. Their chests were covered with fist marks and were dented inward. Their bones were broken into pieces.
"Jiang Li, you have committed a major crime today. If I kill your father, you will not blame me!"
Several young masters from the Hou family were knocked away by Jiang Li and fell into the distance. However, a tall figure unexpectedly jumped out from among the young masters from the Hou family.
Jiang Xuanyao was majestic and his blood energy surged around his body, forming a strange force field around his body.
At sunset, lamps were lit in the shops on both sides of the street. Under the bright firelight, blood flowed around the body, and the air seemed to be distorted.
There was also an indescribable mental oppression that rose up from Jiang Xuanyao's body and pressed hard against Jiang Li.
The true energy in Jiang Li's body, which was originally flowing like a river or a sea, actually showed signs of stagnation under this kind of mental pressure.
"What's weird about his body!"
Jiang Li narrowed his eyes slightly, and the dangerous energy that had appeared in his mind struck again.
Seeing Jiang Xuanyao's punch from the air, the soul light group in his mind suddenly vibrated, Pan Emperor's bones shimmered, and his spirit and culture merged into his eyes at the same time, and the scene in front of him changed instantly.
In the air, Jiang Xuanyao's clothes were still there, but the bones, tendons, blood vessels, blood, and nerves in his body were all displayed in Jiang Li's mind with different colors of light.
"There's something wrong with his bones!"
Jiang Li's heart skipped a beat. The bones in Jiang Xuanyao's body were as tough as iron and showed a sheen as pure white as jade. However, his right arm and collarbone were as clear as jade, with dark golden light flowing around them.
"The bones in these parts were all broken by me more than a month ago. It is difficult for the magic elixir to heal them in such a short period of time. These bones are definitely not his!"
Jiang Li understood something instantly. Someone must have replaced Jiang Xuanyao's bones.
"Jiang Li, die!"
Jiang Xuanyao shouted, a fist comparable to a divine weapon was close at hand.
"The energy is like a python, entangled!"
Jiang Li knew that he was no match for the mysterious bones in Jiang Xuanyao's body, and one side of his body could barely avoid the punch.
The true energy condensed in the palm of his hand and turned into a horned snake that looked like a python and a dragon. It flew to Jiang Xuanyao's side and directly wrapped his arm with the replaced bones tightly.
The divine transformation bone in Jiang Xuanyao's body is second only to the Martial Saint in strength and can be compared with all divine weapons.
But no matter how strong his bones are, it can't change his power, which is only at the peak of the Juqing Realm.
The arm was tightly wrapped by the infuriating horned snake, completely imprisoned and unable to move at all.
"You can see it!"
Jiang Xuanyao was shocked, and his 'best friend' Yan Zhenzai's head had already hit him with Jiang Li's swing.
Yan Zhenzai was completely unrecognizable, his head was swollen to the size of a pig's head, his bones were shattered countless times, and his pale golden skin, which had been cultivated through cultivation, was riddled with holes and bloody flesh.
Seeing Yan Zhenzai who was dying and couldn't bear to look at him, Jiang Xuanyao didn't hesitate at all, directly waved his uncontrolled left fist and faced him fiercely.
Bang bang bang
Another series of shocking dull sounds were heard one after another. Yan Zhenzai's head was finally overwhelmed by the weight and broke apart with a bang. Jiang Xuanyao was beaten and retreated continuously. His strength was exhausted. He was kicked in the center by Jiang Li and rolled to the ground.
"Jiang Li, father will never let you go!"
Jiang Xuanyao covered his chest tightly with his hands. His heart had already burst, and he could only maintain his last bit of vitality by tightening his muscles.
"In the city of Shengjing, under the emperor's feet, who is committing murder in the street? Do you want to have the three clans killed?"
At the end of the street, the sound of horse hooves was heard, and hundreds of Dazhou sergeants in armor were galloping towards them.
Looking at the corpses scattered all over the place, the middle-aged general at the head also frowned and was horrified.
Under the emperor's feet, in full view of everyone, such a brutal fight occurred. It had never happened several times in the more than eighty years since the founding of the Zhou Dynasty.
"General, I am the ninth son of Zhenwu Marquis Jiang Shirong, and the murderer is Jiang Liye, the concubine!"
Jiang Xuanyao seemed to have seen his last hope. As long as these people informed his father in time, he might still have a glimmer of hope.
"Go to father, hurry up and ask him to save me!" Jiang Xuanyao said tremblingly.
"Jiang Li? You are Jiang Li!"
When the middle-aged general and the hundreds of sergeants behind him heard this, their expressions changed instantly, and they looked in disbelief at the handsome young man standing among the corpses, his body covered in blood, as if he was killing a demon.
"Zhen Wuhou Mansion, Jiang Li!"
Jiang Li took off the tiger-shaped jade pendant of Zhen Wuhou Mansion from his waist and held it high.
On the light green and transparent jade pendant, the tiger's head was stained with blood. From a distance, it looked like it had been decapitated.
"The last general, Yuchi Ge, pays homage to the saint's disciples!"
Yuchi Ge was completely unable to connect the demon-killing young man in front of him with the disciples of the saints in the Confucian Temple who wrote the sacred works of military strategists and resonated with hundreds of literary sages.
But then he thought about it, the articles written by this young man were not Confucian scholars' grand talks or splendid articles, but the way of conquest and military warfare.
As a master of military skills, he can kill a village as a demon and a city as a god.
Without a brave, ruthless and iron-blooded heart, how can one lead an army to conquer the world?
Yuchi Ge turned over and dismounted, cupped his fists with his hands, and bowed to salute.
"We pay our respects to the saint's disciples!"
Behind him, hundreds of sergeants also stood on the ground and saluted in unison. Their voices gathered together and shook the sky.
"Sage's disciple, Jiang Li?"
Jiang Xuanyao was stunned. He looked at the young man who was covered in blood but unharmed, and felt a sense of sadness and despair in his heart.
Under the pressure of his palms, his heart broke and fell apart.
He fell on his back, and at the last moment before losing consciousness, he faintly heard Yuchi Ge's voice.
"Quickly report to the Holy One that we have found the saint's disciple!"
"Little Marquis, the Holy One and all the civil and military officials are waiting for you in the Ming Temple. Please come with me to face the Holy One!"
I received a temporary notice two days ago to take the system exam, so there are a few updates in the past two days. Thank you very much, I will continue to do so when I get home.
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