"There must be more words like this!" Master Cen slowly closed his eyes, and the huge "classic" that appeared behind his head also began to turn into countless milky white air currents, all of which disappeared into his body, "The Meng family once produced a 'Ya Sheng' who created the Dali script, could it be said that the Dali script at that time was incomplete, or that 'Ya Sheng' later had a feeling, and on the basis of the original, he derived this set of more advanced new characters?"

He took a deep breath and sorted out what Fang Cai had gained, thought, and realized again, before he opened his eyes and stood up: "It seems that it is necessary to go to Wenqu Pavilion to ask this kid." This kind of writing has not been used by Meng Tiance, Meng Tianxuan, Meng Siyan, Meng Tianyu and Meng Sisi before, and even Meng Siao, it is estimated that this is the first time to use it, so it will look so unbearable in the strokes and glyphs......"

With his mouth in his mouth, he already put his hands behind his back, and strode out of the Ancestral Saint Academy, heading out of the Imperial City.

At this time, Meng Siao had already ridden the four-winged Flying Tiger and came to a building full of bookish atmosphere.

Since he crossed over and became a ruined Meng Wushao, he has been to Longyuan Pavilion, Tianwu Pavilion and Gluttonous Workshop, but he really has never been to this kind of place full of culture.

The building of Wenqu Pavilion is similar to that of Taixue and Xiansheng Academies in Dali, and it is also a kind of academy layout.

It is actually a bookstore that sells all kinds of poetry and classics, but it also entertains all kinds of literati and scholars to drink tea and exchange knowledge.

It is rumored that this Wenqu Pavilion is an industry under the name of the "Holy Pavilion", which is spread all over the major dynasties of the Central Continent. After all, learning cannot fill the stomach, even monks cannot rely on swallowing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to maintain daily consumption, and it is even more impossible for Confucian scholars with qi cultivation as the core to rely on poetry and moral articles to satisfy their stomachs.

The consumption in the Wenqu Pavilion is actually not high, and the main source of income is still to rely on leasing the "Zhengqi Hall" to people who want to test their poetry and moral passages, and charge a lot of spiritual stones and silver as rental fees.

This "righteous hall" can be said to be a very mysterious place, and it contains quite a strong "Haoran righteousness".

Because of the Confucian cultivation method, "Haoran Righteousness" can only be cultivated by itself, but cannot be absorbed by others, but if it is only borrowed, it can still be done.

"Zhengqitang" is such a place where users can borrow "Haoran Zhengqi".

Just as martial artists like to learn their skills, the students of the academy also like to have nothing to do with their knowledge and poetry and songs.

But poetry is such a thing, everyone has their own subjective judgment, it is difficult to really say who is superior and who is inferior, unless it is a great poet and an illiterate competition, there will be that feeling of being clear at a glance.

Therefore, whenever there is such a time, everyone will rent a "righteous hall" and use the "Haoran righteousness" inside to compete for the winner.

Confucianism's "Haoran Righteousness" is a new power that is very high, not only is the way to obtain this power far more troublesome than refining spiritual power, but even if you want to invoke this power, it is extremely troublesome.

As for spiritual power, as long as the monk refines and accumulates, when he wants to fight the enemy, he can be guided directly from the dantian, and with martial arts and other means, he can use it, or even use nothing, and the spiritual power can also act as brute force to fight the enemy.

However, "Haoran Righteousness" will not work, and its display must be triggered by learning -- a poem, a moral article, a page of prose, and a song of music, the lighter the knowledge contained in it, the deeper the artistic conception, the greater the "Haoran Righteousness" that can be invoked, and the greater the power it can play!

With such a high level of power, cultivation is slow, and it is not like spiritual power that can take shortcuts through guò medicine, and it is completely reasonable that it is not regarded as a mainstream cultivation method in the current situation when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is restored.

This is also the fundamental reason why Confucianism is becoming less and less new Confucianism, with this time, practicing a powerful exercise, maybe you will be directly promoted to the realm of Confucianism, and condense the golden pill.

But it is undeniable that this kind of high-forcing power, when used against the enemy, also has a "high-end atmosphere and high grade" that cannot be compared with spiritual power.

Meng Siao asked the room number of the "Zhengqi Hall" used by the students of the Xiansheng Academy to fight poetry, and as soon as he pushed open the soundproof door, he already heard a voice in his ears: "The one who came out of the Central Shengchao Hundred Saints Academy is just this level!

He pushed the door and entered, and saw that among the two groups of people who were clearly distinguished, two people who were more than a foot tall and covered in golden armor, just like the immortals of the heavenly court in mythological novels, stood in front of one of the groups.

These two golden-armored gods of war are obviously the manifestation of the "Haoran righteousness" triggered by the poems of someone in this group of people.

This is also a very special ability of "Haoran Righteousness", which can borrow the power of various rules and laws between heaven and earth, and completely materialize the ideas contained in poems and moral passages.

A Xuan soldier derived from the mobilization of "Haoran righteousness" in poetry may be able to fight on a par with the emperor-level Xuan soldier. Of course, this requires enough "Haoran righteousness".

It's like these two golden-armored gods of war, that is, they are majestic in this "righteous hall", as soon as they leave this door, they will instantly turn back into "Haoran righteousness" and be taken back into the room again.

After all, the "Haoran righteousness" here is all infused by others, and it is just for the tenant to borrow it for the time being, not their real strength.

The competition between these two groups of people has obviously entered a white-hot stage.

Meng Siao pushed the door in, and no one noticed that he was such a big living person. Everyone's attention was focused on the young man who had just spoken.

"The wolf smoke rises, the mountains and rivers are broken, and the golden iron horse is frustrated?" the young man slowly chanted, "The desert lonely geese are wandering, the white bone road, wailing and declining. In the annals of blood spilled fame, the soul of the emperor sacrificed to the rooftop......"

Accompanied by his sonorous and powerful chanting, a large mass of milky white "Haoran Righteousness" above their heads was differentiated, constantly changing above his head, absorbing the poems spit out of his mouth.

When the young man finished chanting, an iron-blooded aura that could only appear on the battlefield suddenly escaped from this "mighty righteousness".

Then, everyone saw that an iron-blooded remnant army of about twenty or thirty people appeared in front of these two golden-armored war gods.

This remnant army, although everyone has blood on their faces and wounds on their bodies, has a tragic momentum that will never be conquered.

"Hmph, just twenty or thirty people, those who are still struggling to survive, are also trying to turn things around?" A cold snort sounded from the crowd behind the Golden Armor God of War, "I'll let you see how your defeated army, which was derived from broken poetry, was defeated in front of my Golden Armor God of War!

As soon as he gave the order, the two golden-armored gods of war suddenly "banged", slapped their chests with their right hands, and then showed two sharp and unparalleled giant swords, directly striding towards this iron-blooded remnant army.

The power derived from each of the two poems collided in an instant.