When the knowledge reaches the level of Confucianism, you can write books and speak, integrate them into your own understanding, and at the same time spread them all over the world for students all over the world to read.

The book "Commentary on the General Book" in Zhu Shi's hand is obviously Zhu Shi's own doctrine by reciting the scriptures of the sages, integrating them, and comprehending them.

However, unlike the printed books that spread all over the world, the "Commentary on the General Book" in Zhu Shi's hand is transformed by the literary atmosphere, and integrated into his own efforts and spirit, such classics are "unique", and each Confucian can only condense one, which is extremely precious.

And it is generally given to their closed disciples by the great Confucians.

This kind of painstaking work can greatly increase the comprehension of the recipient, and at the same time, it can also greatly increase the other party's temperament, which is of great help to the recipient.

Even in the future, when studying knowledge, the speed of literary refinement will be much faster, far exceeding that of peers.

Master Zhu gave this "Commentary on the General Book" to Chen Shaojun, which is equivalent to giving him the book given to the closed disciples, which shows the importance he attaches to him.

Zhu Shi didn't think so much, as soon as his palm stretched out, the book of "Commentary on the General Book" in his hand that radiated a misty light immediately broke out of the air, flew over the open windowsill, and flew towards the young man on the bed.

And after getting this "Commentary on the Book", the wisps of cloudy black qi in Chen Shaojun's body seemed to be suppressed in some way, and it was obviously weakened a lot.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Shi's originally slightly pale face couldn't help but show a smile.

"I actually absorbed it all, it's really a creation!"

There are high and low levels of understanding, different qualifications, and different degrees of absorption, Chen Shaojun was able to completely absorb his "Commentary on the General Book", and the high qualifications are simply unexpected.

"Let's go, and leave them alone. ”

Zhu Shi flicked his sleeves and smiled and "returned with a full load".

Whew, it was too late, and at the moment when the two turned around, the breeze came slowly, blowing the robes on the bodies of Master Zhu and the master.

And when the two of them raised their heads, they saw that the literary qi in the entire Temple of Literature was like a wrinkled pool of water, fluctuating suddenly, not only that, but as far as the eye could see, in the wings, the fluorescence that rose to the sky was also affected, and it shook violently.

"Here we go again!"

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

Master Zhu's expression sank, and he immediately walked quickly in the direction where the fluctuations came from.

At the source of it all, the two stopped, and in front of them was a huge withered willow tree.

It is the Wen Tree in the Temple of Literature!

In the night breeze, the branches of the willow tree are shaking, looking from afar, I saw the willow tree as the center, faintly turned into a huge whirlpool, stirring the literary atmosphere in the Temple of Literature.

All the literary qi is sucked in, and then it seems to be polluted by some kind of invisible pollution, and quickly becomes cloudy, chaotic, and then collapses and disappears one by one.

In this way, the literary energy in the Temple of Literature is constantly consumed.

However, after absorbing so much culture, the huge willow tree not only did not show vigorous vitality, but seemed to wither more and more.

"Alas!"

Seeing this scene, Zhu Shi sighed deeply:

"Still obsessed! It's been so long, can't you still let go? Why are you getting more and more stunned?"

The willow branches were still shaking, as if they hadn't heard it, and there was no reaction at all.

Seeing this, the master on the side also sighed deeply:

"Master Zhu, it seems that there is no way, the second elder Zhang Yang has also been here before, and there are also many grandmasters and Confucian leaders in the Beijing who have visited the Temple of Literature, wanting to bring the dead back to life and save this Wen tree, but now it seems that it is not manpower. ”

The master said, and there was deep regret in his eyes.

Seeing this, Master Zhu shook his head deeply, and his brows became more and more furrowed:

"In the past, Wendao was prosperous, and this Wendao tree stood tall, accumulating astronomical energy, and how many grandmasters and great Confucians were cultivated for my Wendao, and how many Confucian students were blessed by it. ”

"But who would have thought that hundreds of years later, a generation of Wenshu would fall to this, not only can no longer shelter my Wendao children, but will become a burden on the Temple of Literature, if it continues like this, I am afraid that it will not be long before the literary energy in the Temple of Literature will be consumed by it, and even the students here may be affected. ”

Zhu Shi's eyes showed a look of remembrance.

This huge willow tree has not always been like this, it has been taught by the saints, it has a special place among Confucianism, it was once brilliant, but now everything has withered.

"Isn't the Confucian head still unwilling to get rid of it?"

The Master said.

"After all, it was planted by Xunsheng, and it is kind to our Confucianism, so let it go. The Temple of Literature has already strengthened the prohibition of the Temple of Literature, and, in its current situation, I am afraid that it will not last long. ”

With a long sigh at the end, Master Zhu and Master left here together.

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Seeing white in the east, when the first ray of sunlight slanted in, on the bed, Chen Shaojun slowly woke up, and immediately felt that something was wrong.

"What's going on? I remember reading late last night, why didn't I feel a little tired today, but I was relaxed and energetic. ”

Chen Shaojun was surprised in his heart, and rolled over from the bed, and soon, he noticed more changes.

"Seven liters of Wenqi, how did my Wenqi increase so much?"

Chen Shaojun's eyes could not hide his surprise.

When he was studying in the library before, he clearly remembered that his literary temperament had improved by leaps and bounds, and it was constantly growing, but when his literary temperament was rising, it gradually slowed down.

How did it grow so much in one night?

"Could it be that the cultural nourishment in the Temple of Literature has such a great effect?"

Chen Shaojun was puzzled.

In the past few days, his nerves have been tense, and when he arrived in the Temple of Literature, he finally relaxed and fell into a deep sleep, so that he had no memory of what happened last night.

Not only that, Chen Shaojun clearly found that he had an extra book in his mind.

"Did I read the book last night?"

A person thinks about it for a long time, but he never finds anything.

"Could it be that when I fell asleep last night, I received a gift from a certain Confucian and Taoist master?"

Chen Shaojun said secretly in his heart.

There is a legend in Confucianism and Taoism that after all the students fall asleep, there will be those sages and great Confucians in the Temple of Literature to inspect and find those with outstanding qualifications, and they will give some gifts.

However, Chen Shaojun has only heard of it, and he has never encountered it once before, and there are very few students in Beijing who have this kind of encounter.

But today, it seems to be true.

"Thank you for the gift!"

Thinking of this, Chen Shaojun quickly turned over from the bed and bowed respectfully to the window.

The elder gives it, it is impossible to say goodbye, since the other party gives a gift but does not show up, Chen Shaojun naturally will not force it.

As long as you remember the kindness of the other party, it is the same for you to investigate again in the future.

In the next few days, while Chen Shaojun was studying in the Temple of Literature to improve his mental strength, he sent people out to inquire secretly, especially the movements in Chen's mansion.

Chen Shaojun was not bad, since he disappeared, those who wanted to deal with him were like headless flies that had lost their target, and there was no movement.

Moreover, the assassination of the former imperial court officials in the mansion also attracted the attention of Jing Zhaoyin, and a large-scale search, although those assassins were not captured, but also a lot of Jiangyang thieves and evil monks lurking in the capital were also arrested, which invisibly played a deterrent role, but made the other party stop a lot.

"The battle between the princes!"

Chen Shaojun let out a long sigh.

From the moment he entered the palace, he already had a premonition, in contrast, what he cared about most now was his father and eldest brother.

The eldest brother successfully rescued him, which was the most gratifying thing for him.

Judging from the news sent back by Jiang Bo, the Emperor of Dashang did not break his promise, and the three divisions have begun to retry the case, and I believe that it will not be long before my father can be released smoothly.

"The next step is to open up the veins of bone and blood. ”

Chen Shaojun said secretly in his heart.

After the foundation of martial arts is built, there are nine realms corresponding to nine meridians, namely the veins of bone and blood, the veins of the earth, the veins of the sky, the veins of the sun, the veins of the yin, the veins of the stars, the veins of space, and the veins of time...... The vein of space is equivalent to an immortal, but for Chen Shaojun, the first step is to break through to the vein of bone and blood.

Once the veins of bone and blood are opened, the potential of the human body will be tapped and all kinds of supernatural powers will be possessed.

However, from the Qi Realm to the veins of bone and blood, there are many difficulties, and under normal circumstances, even if a talented and intelligent person is assisted, even if he is assisted by pills, it will take more than half a year.

However, if he can achieve a level of civility and have strong spiritual power, with Chen Shaojun's current cultivation, he will be able to quickly enter the veins of bone and blood.

This is also what Chen Shaojun taught him when he was in the immortal world, and his master Beidou Immortal Venerable taught him.

The heavens and all the worlds, the Beidou is respected, in terms of martial arts, the Beidou Immortal Gate far surpasses the other sects, although Chen Shaojun is cultivating the instrument path, but the Beidou Immortal Venerable also imparted all the martial arts-related knowledge to him.

"I have now reached seven liters of Wenqi, and I still have three liters of Wenqi to break through the realm and reach the Wenqi Yidou!"

Chen Shaojun said secretly in his heart.

Wenqi Yisheng and Wenqi Yidou are two completely different concepts, Wenqi Yisheng can only be regarded as a student, but Wenqi Yidou is already a Confucian scholar.

There is a world of difference between the two.

When the literary qi reaches a bucket, the spiritual power will undergo a qualitative change.

However, it is easier said than done, and it seems that there is not much difference between the seven liters of the cultural atmosphere and the first bucket of the literary atmosphere, but in fact, it is difficult to step by step, and the improvement is far from so easy.

It's just that Chen Shaojun is not in a hurry, Wendao pays attention to the word epiphany, and the focus is on "enlightenment", not on hard work.

Once an epiphany, the fish jumped into the dragon gate, even if it was promoted from a literal rise to a literal fight, it was not too strange.

"Bang!"

Chen Shaojun closed the window and quickly walked towards the library pavilion.

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