"Oh my God!"

"Is this the most holy word?"

Why is it so powerful, everyone is stunned and stares at the air, and countless people's hearts converge. Forming a vast expanse of the sea...

A dragon the size of a bucket is tumbling in the white sea.

。。。

"Old fellow!"

"You're a cheap student who understands the Holy Way!"

"Looking at this momentum, it has far surpassed many saints, and it is not even under the principle of Hong Xuanji, who is in charge of Confucianism today. ”

Huang Haifeng looked at the changes in the air, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said with a shocked face.

"This!"

Fu Juren looked at the dragon rolling in the air, and his face was also silent.

As Huang Haifeng said, Situ's achievements have far exceeded his expectations...

Who would have thought that the boy who was abandoned by his family, who had not yet realized his literary spirit at the age of eighteen, and was called a waste, would be able to grow to such a height?

The reason why he was admitted as a talent was unusual.

It is also because from his articles, I saw unyielding, sad and indignant, and thus thought of my former self. It is precisely because of similar encounters that I am moved by compassion.

And after being admitted, I left him earnest teachings, hoping that he could open his mind and remove the depression in his heart.

Only in this way can he be admitted as a jinshi and be released as an official.

I thought that according to Situ's qualifications, he would be able to become a low-level jinshi at most, and if his ancestors were virtuous, he would be able to make up for a magistrate.

Who would have thought that Situ Xing, who was admitted to Xiucai, was like a god, not only realized and felt the literary atmosphere, but also repeatedly made popular masterpieces.

In addition, in the imperial examination, he has repeatedly achieved good results, becoming the first of the six champions unprecedented since the founding of the country.

Although later, he was ostracized by the villain and had to start from the grassroots level.

But Situ Xing also lived up to expectations, starting from a small county order of Zhibei County, accumulating merits, constantly promoting, and finally became the feudal official of the pastoral side.

Now, it is even more to split the fog on the path of literature and realize the holy way...

Such an achievement cannot be said to be unprecedented, but it is definitely rare in a century.

It is a great luck that he was able to receive Situ under his door...

"Hey!"

"Back then, the old man knew that this son was definitely not a thing in the pool!"

"But I didn't expect that his achievements would be so great. Otherwise, even if you don't have the shame, you have to let him switch to the portal!"

Looking at the rolling clouds, Huang Haifeng's eyes couldn't help but reveal a trace of emotion.

Situ Xinghe's son Huang Zicheng is a close friend, and it is precisely for this reason that he knows Situ Xing above Fu Juren.

But the performance of Situ in the early days was really mediocre, and there was nothing outstanding at all.

The physique is even worse, it is the legendary body of ten thousand leaks, there is no way to accumulate literary energy, I thought that Situ Xing could only be an ordinary scholar in this life.

Who would have thought that he would be able to break the curse of the Ten Thousand Leaky Body. And opened up the sea of literature and condensed the courage of literature.

In particular, Situ Xing's "Burrow" made him love it even more.

It is precisely because of this that Huang Haifeng was moved by his love for talent and wanted to receive him under his disciples and teach him carefully. Let him become the descendant of the Taoist lineage...

But it's a pity that at that time, Situ Xing already had the name of master and apprentice with Fu Juren.

Huang Haifeng was reluctant to win people's love, although he had some regrets in his heart, he didn't feel anything.

However, when he saw Situ Xing's achievements today, Huang Haifeng really had an unspeakable remorse in his heart, if he had been more firm back then, perhaps, Situ Xing would be his disciple...

Who would have thought that the little showman who had just realized the literary atmosphere back then would be able to overcome obstacles and come to this day...

"Haha!"

"The old man was discerning back then!"

"You old man Huang is a fish-eyed pearl, and he has gone away... ”

Looking at Huang Haifeng, who was full of depression and discomfort, Fu Juren couldn't help laughing, and sneered proudly.

"Humph!"

Listening to Fu Juren's smug laughter, Huang Haifeng's face became even more ugly. However, he was still a little unconvinced, and raised the bar and said:

"Old man Fu, don't be complacent, you're just a master in name!"

Listening to Huang Haifeng's words, the smugness on Fu Juren's face really faded a lot.

In Confucianism, although they are all masters, there is also a difference between high and low.

Master, Seat Teacher, Master...

With the respect of the teacher, the teacher is the closest, and the teacher is more just a name.

As far as Fu Juren is concerned, he is a scholar in Zhibei County, and every imperial examination is reviewed and invigilated by him, and there are no less than hundreds of people who can call him a teacher.

Not to mention anything else, Bai Zicong, Li Chengze and others, who are in the same department as Situ Xing, are all students of Fu Juren, and even have a much closer relationship than Situ Xing.

"Haha!"

Looking at the change in Fu Juren's expression, Huang Haifeng's face couldn't help but flash a little smugness.

"That's better than you, too!"

"The old man is at least the master of Si Tuxing!"

"What are you old horseman? . . . ”

"You!"

Looking at Fu Juren's almost scoundrel expression, Huang Haifeng couldn't help but be angry, and subconsciously stretched out his fingers. Just as the two old children were arguing, Situ Xing, who was standing in the air with his eyes closed, shouted out the third holy word slowly but unusually firmly:

"Continue to learn for the sake of the saints!"

The third sentence of Situ Xing's voice was stronger and more powerful, but this time it was not the sky or the earth that changed, but the Beijun Confucian Temple.

The hundred saints sculpture in the Temple of Literature trembled strangely, and there was a trace of light, like flowing water, intersecting in the air.

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

The long-silent bell of the Temple of Literature rang again, and countless literary atmospheres permeated. The entire northern county was covered with a milky white literary atmosphere, and countless literati who were meditating hard seemed to have received some kind of nudge, and their eyes suddenly showed a look of surprise.

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

The white aura converged into a pillar of light and soared into the sky.

Countless saints with simple faces showed their figures in the air, their eyes nodded with satisfaction, and some saints took the initiative to clasp their fists and salute.

At the foot of the holy mountain, in a deep and dark cave, there was a unicorn with scales, a red body, a head like a dragon, and a body like a horse, who was sleeping soundly.

Just when the Hundred Saints appeared, the eyes of the Qilin that had been closed for an unknown number of years trembled slightly, as if they were about to wake up.

The dusty, rock-like scales also shone faintly.

。。。

"It's!"

"This is the Hundred Saints!"

"Oh my God!"

"What kind of holy way did Situ Xing realize!"

"Just the third sentence, there has already been a vision of a hundred saints singing together, if you wait for his fourth sentence to come out, wouldn't it be to break through the earth and set up another world?"

Everyone looked at the air in shock, and the projection of a hundred saints to suppress the void was so spectacular?

It is precisely because of this that everyone is looking forward to Situ Xing's long-conceived fourth sentence.

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