"It seems that it is not simply reading books to improve the cultivation of literary spirit, books of the same level, after reading one, and then reading similar books, the promotion effect will be minimal, it seems that you must have an epiphany of the higher realm of Wendao classics. ”

Chen Shaojun was thoughtful in his heart.

It is easier said than done, after reaching the eighth liter of Wenqi, Chen Shaojun has read most of the classics in the Temple of Literature, and the classics in the Temple of Literature are limited, and in the future, there is very little help that can be provided to Chen Shaojun.

"It seems that we have to ask for another way. ”

Thinking like this, Chen Shaojun quickly put the book in his hand aside.

"The child learns and learns from time to time......"

The night was already dark, and just as Chen Shaojun was about to go to bed with the lights out, a sudden sound of reading aloud came from outside the room.

"Hmm, who is still studying at such a late hour? Aren't you afraid of the master's punishment?"

Chen Shaojun was greatly surprised.

There are strict rules in the Temple of Literature, at this hour, all the students have basically turned off the lights and gone to bed, Chen Shaojun has been here for more than ten days, or the first time he heard someone chanting loudly at night, and the voice is subdued and frustrated, containing a special rhythm, which seems to suck people's souls over.

The most bizarre thing is that Chen Shaojun's literary qi growth has almost stopped, but when the sound of reading came, Chen Shaojun felt that the literary qi in his body was sprouting, and there were faint signs of growth again.

This made Chen Shaojun curious.

"Let's go, go over and have a look!"

Just do it when you think of it, Chen Shaojun lifted his robe, crossed the threshold, and quickly walked out.

The night was quiet, although the sound of reading was loud, I don't know why, except for Chen Shaojun, no one in the room came out to check, as if only Chen Shaojun heard it.

Chen Shaojun became more and more surprised in his heart, and continued to walk forward following the voice

Walking through the wings, just behind the Confucian Temple, Chen Shaojun finally saw the source of all these sounds.

In the night, a huge willow tree stood, its branches and leaves stretched out in the void, but it had long since withered.

"It's Wenshu!"

Chen Shaojun's heart moved, and he immediately recognized it, unlike when he saw it before, the Wen Shu still exuded a heavy dead aura, but there were dots of hazy light coming out from the depths of the trunk, which set off the Wen Shu extremely softly, and it looked a little more vibrant.

And under the Wen tree, Chen Shaojun clearly saw a man in white.

The man in white had a face like a crown of jade, and his temperament was gentle, and he carried one hand behind his back, and the other hand held a scripture.

The sound of reading aloud came from his mouth.

When the breeze came, the white-clothed man's hair and crown and robe danced with it, giving people a feeling of being elegant and otherworldly, and even Chen Shaojun couldn't help but be attracted by it, and he lost his mind in an instant.

"Who the hell is this?"

Chen Shaojun was secretly surprised in his heart, this man in white has a convincing unique temperament, which is by no means very comparable, even the master in the Temple of Literature is inferior, the most special thing is that Chen Shaojun has been in the Temple of Literature for so long, and he has never seen him before.

But the most bizarre thing is not only this, when Chen Shaojun's eyes glanced aside, he couldn't help but be surprised in his heart:

"Wang Xiaonian!"

Just a few feet away from each other under the Wen tree, a young figure was sitting on his back, listening attentively, and beside him, a sturdy green ox with hooves as big as a bowl was extremely eye-catching, who was it not Wang Xiaonian?

This Wang Xiaonian's whereabouts are erratic, Chen Shaojun has noticed that except for the first day, at other times, this Wang Xiaonian almost does not appear in the Temple of Literature, but in the dead of night, Chen Shaojun did not expect him to appear here.

The scene in front of me seemed more and more weird.

"What the hell is this ......?"

Chen Shaojun walked over and subconsciously said to Wang Xiaonian.

However, before the words were finished, Wang Xiaonian turned his head, his immature face glanced at Chen Shaojun, and quickly stretched out a finger on his lips and whispered, while glancing at the man in white who was close at hand.

Chen Shaojun was slightly stunned, then understood, lightly walked to Wang Xiaonian's side.

"Don't make a sound, if you can hear it, it's your fate, listen carefully, don't speak, how much you can comprehend depends on your creation. ”

Wang Xiaonian lowered his voice at this time, as thin as an ant.

The two are also old acquaintances to some extent, although Chen Shaojun is five or six years older than Wang Xiaonian, Wang Xiaonian has a serious face, and the tone of talking to Chen Shaojun is like an elder promoting a junior.

"You mean the man in white?"

Chen Shaojun was also accustomed to this prodigy style, and he didn't care.

Unexpectedly, Chen Shaojun just said casually, but Wang Xiaonian's body was shocked, and he turned his head suddenly, his eyes widened, and he looked at Chen Shaojun incredulously.

"Can you see that?"

Wang Xiaonian's face was incredible.

Chen Shaojun was surprised.

"Isn't that normal? The man in white is so shiny that only the blind can't see him, right?"

But soon Chen Shaojun reacted, this man in white was very abnormal, judging from Wang Xiaonian's reaction, I am afraid that under normal circumstances, no one can see him at all.

Chen Shaojun raised his eyebrows, only to feel that the scene in front of him was getting more and more weird.

On the side, Wang Xiaonian glared at Chen Shaojun fiercely, with a hint of jealousy in his eyes, but soon snorted, turned his head away, and ignored it again.

In front of him, the man in white continued to read the classics in his hand, and he didn't seem to see Chen Shaojun and Wang Xiaonian at all.

"Zi said: 'Virtuous, go back! A spoonful of food, a scoop of drink, in the alleys, people are unbearable ...... worries.'"

The sound of reading aloud continued to reach my ears.

This is what Master Confucius praised his disciple Yan Hui. ”

Chen Shaojun realized.

Yan Hui is a disciple of Master Confucius and one of the seventy-two disciples, and is called Yan Zi after Master Confucius, and is also one of the sons after all the saints.

Chen Shaojun had not read the Analects, but he also knew that among the disciples of Confucius, Yan Hui's comprehension was the highest.

Kong Sheng rarely praises his disciples, and this article in the hands of the man in white is probably a few chapters, and Master Kong Sheng specifically praises his disciples.

Chen Shaojun just turned this thought in his mind, and the next moment, the abnormal change protruded, without the slightest warning, hum, Chen Shaojun immediately felt the sprout of Wen Qi in his body, as if there was a kind of power injected into the dark, Chen Shaojun's originally stopped Wen Qi suddenly rose one level from the peak of Wen Qi Eight Liters, and directly broke through to Wen Qi Nine Liters.

In an instant, Chen Shaojun only felt that his mental strength had risen greatly, and every cell in his body was as if he had been ironed, and he was extremely comfortable.

"It's incredible! The voice of this man in white reading is so magical!"

No matter how slow Chen Shaojun reacted, he also understood at this time that this was the creation in Wang Xiaonian's mouth.

The next moment, Chen Shaojun held his breath and immediately listened attentively, and sure enough, the sound of reading was in his ears, and every word was full of magic, and every word came into his ears, and the literary energy in Chen Shaojun's body would rise a little.

"Just the sound of reading has this kind of power, which can improve people's literary and spiritual cultivation, this kind of thing, I am afraid that it is difficult for the great Confucian, Hongru, and clan to do, this is the legendary thing that only sages can do. ”

Chen Shaojun realized in his heart at this time that the man in white in front of him had a great background, and it was very likely that he was a famous sage in Confucianism and Taoism, or even an existence with a higher status.

It's just that the person in front of him is not a real person, but the embodiment of light and shadow left by the other party.

Confucianism and Taoism sages are high, like immortals in martial arts, Wang Xiaonian is right, there is indeed a great opportunity in front of him.

Just when Chen Shaojun was listening attentively, there was a change in front of him, and the man in white was originally engrossed in reciting the half-volume Analects in his hand, but at this time, he seemed to feel something, and suddenly turned his head to look behind him.

And just behind him, poof, only a slight sound was heard, and inside the Wen tree, which was originally lifeless and withered, a bright moon-like light escaped, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a five or six-year-old boy, with his feet stretched out, and fell to the ground.

"It's coming!"

A voice came from the side, Wang Xiaonian was originally the same as Chen Shaojun, listening on the side, motionless, but the moment the boy came out of the tree, the whole person had to be energetic, extremely excited, and his eyes were even brighter.

Chen Shaojun's heart moved, and he also looked at the scene in front of him carefully.

"Xiaoyanagi, you're out. ”

Seeing the boy behind him, the man in white showed a smile on his face, bent down, and touched his head gently, looking very familiar.

"Do you remember what you were taught last time?"

"Remember, but Koyanagi still doesn't understand what it means. ”

The boy under the willow tree made a childish and crisp voice, and his eyes were bright and looked very pure.

"Hehe, it doesn't matter, Koyanagi has time, you remember what I told you, read it every day, and one day you will understand. ”

The man in white had a smile on his face and looked kind and kind.

The boy raised his head, as if he understood.

"But, Brother Xiao Xun, you always say that Xiao Liu has time, what is that time, why do I have it, don't you have it?"

The boy's eyes flashed, and his face was innocent.

Seeing the boy's expression, the man in white couldn't help but be amused:

"Xiaoyanagi, everyone has time, but everyone is different, the scriptures say 'The saint is not expensive, but the yin of the heavy inch, it is rare and easy to lose ......'"

The man in white was still smiling at first, but when he talked about the back, he didn't know what he thought, his expression was stunned, and he couldn't say any more.

And suddenly, as if time had stood still, everything was frozen in this moment, the boy stood under the tree, motionless, and the eyes of the man in white lost their brilliance, just repeating the last sentence mechanically.

However, just as time froze, a loud voice sounded in the night:

"Yu tends to be the time, the fulfillment of the legacy and the Buddha, the crown is hung and the Buddha is Gu, not to fight for the first, but to fight for the time. Therefore, the saint guards the Qing Dao and holds the female festival, and he can't fight with it!"

Wang Xiaonian, a prodigy on the side, suddenly stood up and walked towards the bottom of the tree, his eyes burning and full of anticipation as he chanted.

"This is what the sage said later, there will be no mistakes, there will be no mistakes! As long as you go up, you will definitely be able to solve this Confucianism and Taoism case thousands of years ago, and get the gift of Xun Sheng, there will be no mistakes!"

Wang Xiaonian was extremely excited, and Chen Shaojun next to him was startled.