Confucianism, excluded by the Astronomical Academy, is a place where poor disciples gather to study. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info on the west side, on the back mountainside, these days can be described as thundering and explosions.

For three days in a row, Bu Dongwu could be seen on the mountainside behind him, holding pen and ink, and insisting on depicting against the array paper.

Bu Dongwu is eager for strength, and he will never slack off on himself, and he wants to do his best to fully comprehend the formation.

Brush......

The pen was raised, the ink flew, the paper moved, and once again the pen was held in his right hand, and he drew six strokes on the white paper in one breath with his robe soaked all over his body.

"Six strokes of the pen, the formation map is small, the pen and ink Zhenhai, go!"

This time, the use of force to urge the talent to move more than five strokes, reaching six, in one go. With a loud shout, the formation was thrown into the air again.

Not surprisingly, the flying array paper disintegrated itself in the air, and then changed into thousands or hundreds of water droplets, and it grew in size rapidly.

In just a moment, the dry altitude of tens of meters was instantly covered by tens of thousands of water droplets with the size of a face, forming an ocean, which was quite spectacular.

Syllable!

After a while, the entire ocean fell at the same time, like a roar of the deep sea, lifting a wall of sea water and hitting the ground vertically. There are also tens of thousands of boulder-like water balls inside.

The wall of water hit the ground, and countless water balls fell like big beads and small beads on jade plates, and suddenly exploded as soon as they touched the ground.

Bang bang bang......

A series of shocking explosions erupted in an instant. Thousands of water droplets exploded at the same time, and the sound was like a thunderous explosion, reverberating the entire back mountainside.

The originally flat mountainside was blown up in an instant, and there were countless deep pits. As for each of the deep pits, they were soaked in large waters, as if they had just experienced a small flash flood.

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"After three days of cultivation, I can persist until six strokes, and my strength is really much better than before!"

On a boulder, Bu Wuwu stood alone, withdrew the brush, and secretly commented in his heart on the array of methods he had just cast. There was still a hint of joy surging in his heart, because this formation would be the first exercise after his talent awakened.

At the same time, the crazy cultivation in the past few days has also tempered the talent of Bu Wu, and he has even reached the sixth grade of a scribe.

Master taught that literati cultivation mainly relies on the power of poetry and the power of knowledge. ”

With some emotion, Bu Wuwu did not continue to cultivate, but chose to go back to recite the books of the ancients and practice the characters of the ancients.

Bu Dongwu knew that literati were not samurai, and samurai broke through the realm and enhanced their strength, often cultivating frantically and breaking the limits of their physical bodies. But there is still a slight difference between the literati and them.

What the literati pursued was to learn the power of the sea and pay attention to the power of the spirit. If you want to gain this kind of power, you must comprehend it in poetry, and it cannot be produced by blind cultivation.

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After stepping down from the boulder, Bu mobilized his force and returned to Confucianism, ready to recite the books of the ancients.

"You pseudo-scholars of the Astronomical Academy, you are not welcome in the Confucian Sect, please leave here!"

"Please leave the Confucian ......"

“......”

"Huh, why is there a brawl?"

Returning from the back mountainside, before returning to the Confucian area, Bu Wuwu suddenly frowned, and heard a noise coming from the Confucian Gate. The noise was extremely chaotic, with an angry roar.

"Someone came to Confucianism to make trouble?"

Hearing this noisy voice, Bu Dongwu's face changed slightly, and he instantly accelerated his pace and returned to Confucianism.

The main hall of Confucianism, the place where disciples study and learn words, the last time Confucianism Qingfeng brought cloth to use force.

At this moment, Bu Wuwu saw more than 20 disciples, who were not reading and practicing calligraphy, but gathered in front of the main hall, their faces angry.

"Senior Brother Liutang, what's going on? Why are all of you so angry?" Bu Dongwu walked quickly, and when he saw everyone with such a face, he hurriedly asked one of them.

Bu Dongwu is also a Confucian disciple now, and he gets along for a few days, and he is naturally familiar with these poor disciples who were taken in by the old dean. Liu Tang was one of them, and he was also the oldest of these disciples.

"Senior Brother Bu, do you know when the old dean and Senior Brother Qingfeng will come back?"

Liu Tang was born in a poor family, and when he saw Bu Wuwu coming back, he opened his mouth and asked the senior brother and the old dean, his face was full of anger.

"Senior Brother is preparing to break through the civil and military realm, and he went out to visit the literati monuments, saying that he will not be able to come back for at least a month. Master has returned to the Southeast Empire in the past few days to meet his old man, and he doesn't know when he will come back. ”

Liu Tang was nervous, hoping that Bu Dongwu would know when the senior brother and the old dean would return. But it just so happened that a few days ago, both of them left Confucianism.

Telling the senior brother and the master that they didn't know when they would come back, Bu Wuwu's heart sank, and he could see it from the angry faces of the people in front of him. When Bu used force just now, something must have happened here.

He asked solemnly, "Senior Brother Liutang, what is going on, and you need to alarm Senior Brother and Master?"

"Yo-yo...... Isn't this the poor scholar who pretended to be a rich kid in Wushuang City a few days ago and gave twenty gold to rescue the scarred girl?"

"Tsk...... I didn't expect to meet you here. Sure enough, the road is narrow, haha......"

Bu Dongwu asked Liu Tang, and before the other party could explain, a shrill laugh suddenly came from not far away.

"How many of you?"

The laughter was harsh, extremely ugly, and Bu Dongwu frowned even more when he turned his head.

There were four or five young people in front of him, and Bu Wuwu knew these people. It was a few days ago, when he was helping to sell his body to bury his father and daughter in Wushuang City, he looked at the greedy disciples of the woman on the side.

The leader is the young master surnamed Qin who planned to buy the woman for only ten catties after Bu Wuwu gave twenty gold, and gave it to his subordinates to play.

"Confucianism is a place for literati to study, and they respect the saints of literature, what are you warriors doing here?"

For these people, Bu Wuwu didn't have a good impression at all, and directly said with a gloomy face that he didn't welcome these people.

"Haha...... What a dog/fart Confucianism, what a dog/fart literati land. Haven't you heard of it?"

"The Southeast Imperial Family, the Son of Heaven decreed, and there are only Astronomy Academy and Tianwu Academy in the empire. How could such a Confucian sect emerge and dare to call itself a holy place for literati?"

Bu Wuwu has made it clear that these people are not welcome, but these people obviously came prepared and did not leave.

The young master surnamed Qin laughed even more rampantly, raised his hand and pointed at all the Confucian disciples and said, "I think this so-called bullshit Confucianism is just an academy that you **** can't afford the admission fee of the Astronomy Academy, and you were expelled by the Astronomy Academy, and secretly established the academy, right?"

"According to Ben Gongzi's opinion, don't call it Confucianism, just call it the Poor People's Academy. Haha......"

The surname Young Master Qin was arrogant and domineering, and he directly humiliated Confucianism in front of Confucian disciples, which shows how arrogant he is.

"Too much deception!"

Scholars also have three fires, and Han Shi was born poor but ambitious, and was humiliated like this. Not only was Bu Wu angry, but all the Confucian disciples present were instantly angry.

Everyone was angry, and there were several scribes, surging with talent, wanting to meet these people in front of them.

"How did this son tell the truth, and you were all annoyed and angry?"

Looking at the anger of the Confucian disciples, the young master surnamed Qin was not afraid to laugh, and waved his hand, not feeling that his words were too much.

In addition, he added again: "Have you guys thought about the conditions that my son just said?"

"As long as any of you completes the Astronomy Academy's literary examination on behalf of Young Master Ben, I will pay him a hundred gold and let him leave this/fart poor man's academy and return to the Astronomy Academy!"

"The other ten gold is a reward, whoever thinks about it will go with Young Master Ben! I don't want to stay in this poor man's land for too long, lest I get bad luck!"

Among the humiliating Confucian disciples, the young master surnamed Qin took out ten gold, like sending a beggar to throw in front of the Confucian disciples.

Ten gold ingots were shining with gold and were thrown in front of the Confucian people. Bu Wuwu stood at the front, and the gold ingots rolled down in front of his feet, and finally understood the final intention of these people.

"Are you here to find a Confucian disciple to help you get the exam on your behalf?"

In an instant, Bu Wuwu's entire face darkened......