"What's the problem? Seeing Song Yuanbai and the others leave, Ye Tian sighed slightly.

He was not afraid of Song Yuanbai, although Song Yuanbai was the eleventh prince and unspeakably expensive, but it was just the identity of the secular world, and how many people cared about it in the cultivation realm? If it weren't for the fact that Confucianism was tied to the interests of the royal family and changed to other sects, Song Yuanbai would never dare to act so recklessly.

However, this is a meaningless battle of blood and qi after all, although Song Yuanbai is arrogant and domineering, he will not be guilty to death, not to mention that Ye Tian in the Confucian Sect also knows that he cannot act unscrupulously. Now that the hatred has been settled, he can't get any benefits, which makes Ye Tian feel depressed.

These thoughts were just fleeting, he quickly calmed down, carefully examined the changes in his body, and at the last moment, the Golden Dragon Heavenly Soul suddenly erupted, which Ye Tian did not expect.

He had already planned to blow up the Heavenly Soul by himself, even if he died, he would never make the old man feel better, but at the critical moment, it seemed that he sensed his own crisis, and the mysterious life soul in the illusory sea awakened again and controlled the outbreak of the Golden Dragon Heavenly Soul, only to turn the tables in one fell swoop and scare Song Yuanbai and the others away.

In fact, Ye Tian knew very well that this was not his own strength, he was still just an illusory sea realm, if the old man did not compete with him for the Heavenly Soul, but directly attacked, he would have defeated him a long time ago, this can only be said to be self-inflicted.

"Ye Tian, does it matter if you want it, I have Xuanyuan Pill here, which can help you heal your injuries and restore your true yuan. Xia Nan walked over with a sad face, holding a delicate jade bottle in his hand.

Ye Tian waved his hand: "No need, I'm fine." ”

Xia Nan looked at Ye Tian strangely, as if he knew him for the first time, and said inexplicably: "I didn't expect you to be so powerful, and you have already condensed the Heavenly Soul." But you have to be careful of Song Yuanbai, he is extremely forbearing, and he will not give up. ”

"No wonder, I saw that he was full of anger when he left, but he didn't make a move, and he really could bear it. Ye Tian shook his head, Song Yuanbai's two major subordinates, Wei You and Ying Lao were all crippled by him, Song Yuanbai's face did not change, and he did have a bit of a heroic posture.

"I'm the one who has caused you. Xia Nan felt a little guilty, "Although Song Yuanbai is not yet in the Tonghai Realm, he has fused the Imperial Secret Ascending Dragon Sword in his body, this sword is infinitely powerful, even if the strong people in the Tonghai Realm can kill him, if you are with him, you must pay attention." ”

"Ascending Dragon Sword ......" Ye Tian looked at his Qingxiao Sword, was speechless for a while, and finally nodded, "I know." ”

The Qingxiao Sword is just an ordinary magic weapon, although it is as sharp as clay, but after all, it has a limited effect on the monks, and under the repeated battles, the Qingxiao Sword has been damaged in many places and is almost scrapped.

"On top of the magic weapon, there is a spiritual weapon, if I can get a spiritual weapon, it will greatly improve the combat power. Ye Tian pondered silently.

Xia Nan looked at the sky and said hurriedly: "Ye Tian, we have to hurry, if we don't leave, it's too late." ”

"Let's go, there's only one final hurdle left. ”

Ye Tian and Xia Nan out of the mulberry forest, the scenery along the way is beautiful, worthy of being the first mountain in the world, but the two of them have no intention of appreciating, not long before climbing to the top of Taixuan Mountain, a huge palace group is displayed in front of them, in the front of the hall, there is a plaque, it is the three words "All Saints".

"The temples are dedicated to the saints of Confucianism, each of whom has made indelible contributions to the common people in the world, otherwise they are not eligible to stay. Although Confucianism now claims to have three saints, none of the three saints are actually qualified to live in the temple. ”

Xia Nan explained to Ye Tian in a low voice, at this moment, he could already see someone breaking through the mulberry forest and also rushing to the Temple of All Saints.

Although the assessment of Confucianism is strict, there is never a shortage of geniuses in this world, even if someone is better than Ye Tian, it is not unusual.

At this time, Ye Tian could also feel that above the Temple of All Saints, there was a strong sense of righteousness, and this righteousness was so pure and vast, like a flame burning, sweeping away all the demons and ghosts in the heavens and the earth.

The two of them walked into the temple of all saints, and saw that Zhao Yan was already waiting above, and in the main hall, there were more than twenty young people erected, each of whom was the pride of the sky, full of strong self-confidence and extraordinary temperament.

Seeing Ye Tian and Xia Nan coming in, many people showed scrutinizing eyes, but no one spoke.

Zhao Yan's eyes flashed with hatred, but now is not the time to attack, sneered, and said: "Okay, all the people have arrived, now I announce that the last level of assessment is to use the pen, ink, paper and inkstone you got in the first four levels, with the theme of 'righteousness', to create on the spot, if it can resonate with all saints, it can be regarded as a clearance, and you can become a true disciple." ”

Everyone looked around, only to see that the hall was extremely empty, surrounded by a statue of a saint, each saint has left countless legends, even in the hearts of ordinary people are familiar with it, have a lofty status.

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes became awe-struck, and they felt a kind of pressure, there were a total of seventy-two saint sculptures in the temples, although only one saint needed to resonate, but even that was an extremely difficult thing.

With Zhao Yan's order, more than 20 young men and women took their seats, and each took out the essence of the inkstone, the spirit of the white paper, the soul of ink, and the god of the pen.

Ye Tian also sat down, spread out the rice paper, poured the ink in the koi fish belly into the Yunjin inkstone, and suddenly a faint fragrance wafted out, the ink was extremely delicate, and the darkness flashed with streamers.

The length of the brush in the hand is about seven inches, the shaft is an unknown material, showing a golden yellow, and if you look closely, there are two small characters engraved on it - red calyx.

The whole pen is elegantly decorated, sharp and round, and it is rigid and soft in his hand, which makes Ye Tian feel very comfortable.

It's just that Ye Tian has no clue about what to write, he has been influenced by Ye Wen since he was a child, and he is proficient in the Four Books and Five Classics, poetry and songs, and he is easy to come by, but it is not so easy to resonate with all saints.

"Righteousness, what is righteousness?"

Ye Tian asked himself, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, he was asking his heart, but for a while, he couldn't get an answer.

"It's better to write down the righteousness in my heart. ”

Ye Tian's eyes gradually returned to clarity, and then he splashed ink and began to write down three words - Righteous Qi Song, as these words fell, Ye Tian felt a stirring Haoran righteousness coming out of his chest.

"Heaven and earth have righteousness......

Ye Tian began to write word by word, and every word was extremely serious, including his understanding and perception of Haoran's righteousness, and it was also his life's pursuit.

Airplanes!

In the temples, a sculpture of a saint suddenly bloomed, and among the many teenagers present, one of them was also bright and dazzling on rice paper, and words appeared in the air.

"It's done. The boy couldn't help but rejoice.

Zhao Yan nodded, and said with a bow: "If you can cause a saint to resonate with you, it can't be counted, you have passed the test." ”

In the following time, from time to time, there were people who resonated with all the saints, one less, five or six more, all of which were extraordinary. However, there are also people who finish creating, but there is no movement, and they can't help but feel lost.

Although many people cultivate quickly, it does not mean that they are also geniuses in learning. The biggest difference between Confucianism and other sects is that it is necessary to cultivate Haoran righteousness, which is difficult to reach the apex without profound literacy, so there is this last round of assessment.

Time gradually passed, Xia Nan also completed the creation, so that the three saints resonated, which is a good result, she breathed a sigh of relief, and finally became a true disciple of Confucianism, with this identity, from now on, even if Song Yuanbai wants to move her, she must be extremely jealous, and she can no longer act rashly.

In Confucianism, the true disciple is equivalent to the prince of the Great Song Dynasty, and his status is not inferior to that of Song Yuanbai.

Xia Nan looked to his side and saw that Ye Tian was still creating, and couldn't help but get slightly nervous, if Ye Tian failed in this level, it would definitely be a huge blow. It's just that even if she wants to help, she can't help, there is no shortcut to this level, only to break the trick.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, there was another buzzing sound, and the temples were so bright that there were twelve sculptures of saints lit up.

This movement made everyone surprised, and when they looked at one of them, they saw that it was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, with a face like a crown of jade, dark eyes, and a very indifferent expression.

"That's amazing, who is this person?"

Many people showed envy and jealousy, and the twelve saints resonated, which is a great achievement in the history of Confucianism.

"His name is Fuxifeng, as for the origin, I don't know, in short, it's very mysterious. Someone whispered, "I've met him before, and he takes the four treasures of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone with great ease, and he can catch it with his hands." ”

"It's amazing, although I am the first day of the family, I am much inferior to him. "Someone was devastated and couldn't help but be depressed.

Zhao Yan also smiled on the side, if there were a few peerless geniuses in the apprenticeship ceremony he presided over, it would also be of great benefit to him, and it would be of great benefit to him to deal with these geniuses in advance, and when they grow up, it would be a help for himself.

He glanced at Ye Tian quietly, and saw that Ye Tian was still working hard to write, so he just sneered: "You are just a person from the mountains and wilderness, even if your cultivation talent is good, but if you want to pass this level, it is impossible." ”

It is not for nothing that the Heavenly Dao Academy pays attention to its background, in this world, the nobles have mastered most of the resources, and they can receive the best education from an early age, and they can accept more resources than the commoners, so they can naturally reach higher heights. Over the years, the vast majority of the true disciples of Confucianism have been of noble birth, and few civilians have been able to pass the last hurdle.

"Even if you can get lucky enough to cause a saint to resonate, I have a way to cure you. Zhao Yan flashed a trace of thought, in his eyes, Ye Tian was a junior after all, how could he turn out his Five Finger Mountain.