Forty-nine holy sound bells rang, and in half an hour, they had already resounded throughout the entire Middle-earth continent. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the land of the nations, the awakened people opened their windows and looked at the sky, their faces full of shock and joy.

In the academy, after the talented scribes woke up, they all raised their heads in astonishment and looked in the direction of the Jixia School Palace, only to see a magnificent golden pillar of light tearing through the sky and piercing the heavens and the earth.

"Forty-nine bells, this is the sound of the Heavenly Dao?"

"Voice of the Heavenly Dao...... It has been 300 years since Xun Sheng's sermon! ”

"That direction, it's clearly the Jixia School Palace!"

"Could it be that there is a great Confucian in the Jixia School Palace who has achieved a new saint? Or is it a genius who broke the shackles of literature and Taoism and created a new holy path? ”

"Fellow students, who would like to go with me to the Jixia School Palace to meet the new saint?"

"Willing to go!"

"Willing to go!"

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At the same time, the palaces of the princes of the nations were also lit up.

Countless Confucians and scholars who have stepped into the careers of the countries and respected their official positions have hurried into the palaces of the princes.

A series of confidential meetings full of complex emotions such as shock, suspicion, joy, and fear unfold in the secret room.

Great Confucianism sanctification?

New Creation?

Whatever the outcome, this is a big event that is enough to shake the situation of the entire Central Continent!

The strategic plans deduced by the scribes of the soldiers and the scholars of the Zongheng family have completely changed the established history of the continent in silence.

The butterfly from the distant world, flapping its wings again, finally formed a storm that swept the whole world!

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Qufu Academy, Shengyuan.

The white-robed and long-haired old man sat on the bench, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the bright moonlight hit the old man's body, as if he was wearing a silver coat.

A young man in a cyan robe hurriedly walked into the garden, and saluted respectfully: "Disciple Yan Hui, meet the teacher." ”

The old man slowly opened his eyes, smiled slightly, and said, "Yan Hui, in the past, I have never seen you so flustered." ”

Yan Hui smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "Teacher, don't make fun of me anymore...... I've just been to the Holy Temple, and there are no new saints born in Middle-earth, but these forty-nine sounds of the Holy Way can't be faked at all—is it possible? ”

The old man smiled, but he didn't respond directly, but said, "In a few days, go out with me...... I haven't seen Mo Zhai for a long time, and when I get old, I miss the time when I talked to this young man. ”

Between the words, he said that he wanted to talk to Mo Zhai, but it seemed meaningful.

Yan Hui was slightly stunned, and then reacted to the old man's meaning, and couldn't help but gasp.

This old man hasn't stepped out of Qufu Academy for hundreds of years? He had almost forgotten.

Even the last time, in the half-saint battle between Meng Ke and Xun Qing, Yan Hui asked the old man to stop it, but he just smiled and said "child's temper".

And now, for the sake of the mysterious new creator of the Holy Dao, is the old man finally going to step out of the Qufu Holy Garden?

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Qi State, Jixia School Palace, in the atrium.

Su Mufeng naturally didn't know that he had really changed the established track of the history of Middle-earth.

His eyes were focused on the magnificent scene in front of him.

Under the influence of the forty-nine Heavenly Dao bells, the vast starry sky illusion had gradually shattered, like a broken mirror, and the glass fragments disappeared into the void, leaving only a faint golden point of light.

After the Starry Sky Illusion was completely shattered, everyone was once again in the middle of the main hall in the atrium.

And the next moment that catches your eye is a vision beyond the imagination of mortals.

The golden pillar of light tore through the heavens and the earth, running through the clouds, like a whirlpool of a storm, far from being comparable to the pomp and circumstance of the past few times of the Holy Dao Huaguang.

Ten thousand birds flew from afar, gathered in the atrium, circled and danced around the main hall, and the scattered birdsong was like a grand song of the guzheng.

There are auspicious clouds floating in the sky, and the colorful clouds are across the sky, obviously it is late at night, but the sky is as clear as day.

Between the fish ponds outside the atrium window, carp leap over the pale golden dragon gate.

The holy road is bright, the birds are singing, the auspicious clouds are glowing, and the fish is leaping over the dragon gate.

-- The foundation of the Sacred Way of Mathematics and Physics, in the countries of Middle-earth, began from this.

Su Mufeng was bathed in the magnificent Divine Dao Huaguang, and there was an immeasurable amount of talent pouring into his body.

The shackles between Jinshi and Hanlin, the barrier that took decades for the scribes of Middle-earth to break through, disappeared in an instant!

The trench between heaven and man between Hanlin and the scholars, the real barrier of the holy path cultivation, the realm that countless heavenly talents can only look up to in their lifetimes, arrived in three breaths!

And even if it is the long road of the holy path from a scholar to a great Confucian, Su Mufeng has also gone all the way, stopping before the end of the line, half a step of the great Confucian, only one foot away from the door, you can achieve the foundation of the holy path!

Between a few breaths, from Jinshi to a half-step Confucian, the two walls of heaven and man were broken, and the three literary positions were crossed.

Countless scribes from all over the countries of Middle-earth, throughout the ages, even the saints of the hundred schools of thought, there are few who can compare with them.

When Su Mufeng slowly opened his eyes, in his field of vision, the whole world changed.

Clear, clear.

This did not just refer to a simple change in vision, but the rules of the entire Middle-earth world, and the mystical changes in the power of heaven and earth, all became extremely clear in his eyes.

As soon as his mind moved, the pale golden points of light that permeated the heavens and the earth were clearly visible, as if he knew it well, and he could easily attract the countless talents of the entire Jixia School Palace.

If Su Mufeng now exhibits the spirit summoning battle poem of "Chivalrous Travel", and the three-foot Qingfeng long sword is slashed casually, I am afraid that the entire atrium will be demolished!

Su Mufeng was slightly stunned, and then laughed.

Originally, I thought that he would not gain enough strength until Han Fei grew up, but he didn't expect that he had already reached this realm now.

Looks pretty good.

Falling from the fading light of the Holy Dao, Su Mufeng stood on the high platform, overlooking the bustling crowd below.

Tens of thousands of students sat upright in their positions, looking solemnly at Su Mufeng.

In the middle of the first row, Mo Yunfei stood up and saluted, and said calmly: "I am willing to practice Wendao from Su Sheng." ”

According to the practice of the Jixia Academy, as long as there is no direct conflict between the holy paths, the students can choose to follow multiple teachers to listen to the class.

Of course, there is only one teacher in the true sense of the word.

Mo Yunfei's words broke the silence in the atrium, and more and more people stood up and saluted, their voices quiet.

"I am willing to learn the Tao of Literature from Su Sheng."

"I hope that Su Sheng will teach in the future."

"Student Bai Xuan, I would like to worship Mr. as a teacher!"

The magnificent sound reverberated throughout the atrium.

It's like a grand coronation!