In the Ehu Academy at night, the sound of swords and swords are still ringing.
Yang Fan twitched the corner of his mouth.
As expected, it is Ehu Academy full of martial arts.
However, this did not affect his actions at all.
The Baifu knot is tightly attached to the body, and it is transformed into the most comfortable state according to the mind. The toes tap the ground lightly, and the strong muscles pull the muscles, bones, skin and flesh of the whole body to work together.
Without even the slightest sound breaking through the air, the whole person turned into a black shadow and disappeared into the school building.
have to say.
One level is stacked on top of another, and it is far more than just one plus one.
He himself has become the Muscular Bodhisattva. At this moment, with the blessing of the Blood Martial Saint and the Skin Demon King, as well as the power of the Flesh Vajra, which is still one step away from being completed, his speed is not comparable to that of the Muscular Bodhisattva who has only completed one level.
"It's a pity that I don't know what the way of the Bodhisattva Jin is between heaven and man!"
"I'm afraid that's the real speed of martial arts!"
Yang Fan thought secretly in his heart.
Soon, he came to the area where the academy teachers lived.
Compared with the school buildings where ordinary students live, the buildings here are naturally more elegant, with a natural beauty and a faint sense of elegance.
Yang Fan felt that the Tao Te Ching in his body had become much more active than before.
It seems that a thought can lead to the emergence of a long river of literature.
"interesting."
This feeling is just like when I first broke through the Great Confucianism.
He doubted that if he was exposed to this kind of environment for a long time, even a clueless elm-headed person might be enlightened by the literary spirit and slowly turn into a genius!
"It seems that the foundation of my academy is too shallow after all. Compared with this world-famous top academy, it is not on the same level at all."
Yang Fan couldn't help but look back at the huge plaque of Ehu Academy at the foot of the mountain.
well!
Why do you write your name on my academy door!
This is really unreasonable!
Of course, he was just thinking about it greedily.
Even if the academy were given to him immediately, his small arms and legs might not be able to carry such a heavy burden.
Soon, he quietly entered Wang Yuanshan's courtyard.
Having already investigated in advance, he naturally got into Wang Yuanshan's study with familiarity.
The faint circle of literary power outside the study, as if it didn't notice him at all, successfully let him enter it.
As soon as you enter, densely packed books come into view.
He is worthy of being a great scholar.
He is indeed well-read!
Yang Fan turned around and came to the desk in the study. A copy of "Mr. Xiangshan's Annotations" fell into his eyes. The simple blue cover had many wear and tear, which was obviously because the owner read it frequently.
As soon as his mind moved, the book fell into his hands.
After briefly flipping through it, I realized that this was a book in which Mr. Xiangshan commented on various ancient theories, but it was not an original, but a manuscript.
In the annotations, he also elaborates on his views of "mind is reason", "knowing the mind and seeing one's nature", and "discovering the original mind".
"He is worthy of being the founder of mind science."
Yang Fan muttered secretly.
Unfortunately, what he wanted more was power.
Rather than so-called knowledge.
However, adhering to the principle of never running out of information, he still copied the contents of this book and kept it.
At the same time, he also began to look for spiritual practice books on how to exert the power of the classics in his body.
Unfortunately, he found nothing.
"That's weird. Didn't Wang Yuanshan put the spiritual books in his study?"
Yang Fan frowned.
Then, his whole body turned into tissue paper and slowly slid out of the study, heading towards Wang Yuanshan's bedroom.
It was already late at night.
Wang Yuanshan put on his nightgown and was reading a picture album on the bed.
He watched with interest, completely unaware that the color of a shadow on the roof had become darker.
Time passes.
Wang Yuanshan seemed to be tired, so he placed the book on the wooden bench next to the bed. The power of the classics in his body gently circulated, and he whispered something in his mouth.
"The book has its own beauty."
In an instant, a woman who looked like an ancient maid walked down from the book.
Her teeth are bright and her eyes are bright, her eyebrows are as curved as the moon, the ring around her waist rings softly, her jade jingles softly, and her elegant green clothes bring out the tenderness in her bones.
It just looks so refreshing.
Unfortunately, her whole person is slightly unreal.
Just like a bubble, it seems that if you poke it hard, it will burst.
"In the end, it's because the power is a bit weak, and it can only appear as a phantom."
Wang Yuanshan sighed: "I don't know if the rumor that in ancient times, when the river of literature and art hung in the sky, was able to enlighten living beings of flesh and blood was true or false!"
Use human power to enlighten flesh and blood creatures!
Almost the means of the Creator!
Such a scene of great literary prosperity still makes countless literati yearn for it!
Where is it like now, if you don't become a great Confucian, you are just an ordinary person!
"Master, it's getting late, you'd better go to bed early!"
And just when Wang Yuanshan sighed, the phantom of the maid suddenly spoke, with a hint of agility in her eyebrows.
Wang Yuanshan knew clearly.
This is not because his power is so powerful that he can give the phantom real intelligence, but because this phantom is based on the image in the album and condensed by his power.
The so-called wisdom is just what is contained in the picture album.
Not really spiritual intelligence.
"That's all, let's wait for you to change!"
"Yes, sir!"
The maid phantom stepped forward.
Although it is a phantom and does not exist as a real spirit of flesh and blood, it still has texture, which makes Wang Yuanshan quite satisfied with the progress of his practice in recent times.
Being dressed by the phantom of a maid.
The two figures slowly disappeared within the bed curtains.
At this time, Yang Fan's face was full of wonder, and he gradually looked away from the picture book "Scholar Walks Slowly" beside the bed.
I am very interested in the power displayed by Wang Yuanshan, a great scholar.
"The power of Confucianism that can actually be drawn from the book is truly amazing!"
At least the Taoist soul method cannot do this.
Moreover, Yang Fan suspected that this had extremely high requirements on his own strength, the quality of the book, or his understanding of the content in the book, etc.
Looking at Wang Yuanshan's picture album, it is obvious that it is almost torn, and it is just a phantom. You can imagine the difficulty involved.
"If we get the manuscripts of Zhuzi, wouldn't we be able to exert incredible power?"
"If the manuscripts of various scholars are like this, what about the handwriting of Confucius?"
Yang Fan suddenly understood why Wang Yuanshan collected so many ancient scrolls. If he missed the manuscripts of ordinary sages, he would probably make a fortune!
Compared with the manuscripts of the sages, one's own classics can also be transformed into real power. Although the power may not be as powerful as that of the sages, because it belongs to oneself, it may be more fluent in use.
"No wonder the great Confucians traveled around and enriched the classics. For them, this was the source of power!"
Yang Fan suddenly had a better understanding of classic practice.
