"That old man is actually Zhou Qibo, the master of science! After he fell out with Zhu Shoucheng at the beginning, he took his disciples to Egret City to open an academy, and now it is the second most holy place in science, second only to Sage Mountain! ”

"Yes, yes, Old Grandmaster Zhou is only eight years old, if it weren't for Zhu Shoucheng's suppression, I'm afraid that the great grandmaster would have hope now."

Many literati saw the old grandmaster from afar, supported by many disciples of the sect, and when they arrived at the gate of the Zhuzi Palace, they were personally supported by Zhang Wenhai to enter, which shows the importance that the organizer attaches to this old grandmaster.

The other party's scientific ideas are very different from Zhu Shoucheng's, and Zhang Wenhai's personal relationship with this old grandmaster can also be regarded as okay.

To be honest, Zhou Qibo was able to come to the Wenkui Conference, and even Zhang Wenhai didn't expect it.

has switched to psychology, and Cheng Jing, who was once one of the five masters of science, is even more complicated in his heart.

Today's people in the world, if you talk about learning and reasoning, except for Ning Haoyuan, who can beat this literary master who is full of peach and plums?

However, Ning Haoyuan did not participate in this Wenkui Conference.

As the great master of Wendao, he participated in this Wenkui Conference, which is really a bit of a big bully.

In the case that Ning Haoyuan did not participate, if Wen Kui was not this old grandmaster, I am afraid that no one in the world would believe it.

Even Cheng Jing himself shook his head with a wry smile, he really didn't think that among the 50,000 scribes, anyone could make a fuss better than this old grandmaster.

Even Zhang Wenhai is inferior to him.

In the procession that entered the Hall of Sons.

A nine-year-old child is very eye-catching.

He is as delicate as a small porcelain doll, but his eyes reveal full of maturity and wisdom.

This is another figure who has been cited as a good talk in this Wenkui Conference.

In a Wenkui conference, there were 800-year-old people and nine-year-old children, which can be listed as a good story for future generations.

That old man is Zhou Qibo, a generation of literary masters.

The identity of this little boy is not simple, he is a well-known prodigy of the Daqian Dynasty, a child of the Fang family of the thousand-year-old family, named Fang Zhongyong.

He is not only a prodigy on the article, but also a complete genius of cultivation and a natural atmospheric carrier.

At a young age, he was already a university scholar.

This time, there will definitely be a place for him at the Wenkui Conference.

Watch everyone enter the exam room in an orderly manner.

Zhang Wenhai also walked over slowly.

The Zhuzi Hall was overhauled once, using the space formation, and the space inside was equivalent to a small city, which could fully accommodate 50,000 scribes.

The Zhuzi Hall is divided into four main halls, southeast, northwest and northwest.

There were twelve thousand five hundred in each of the halls.

And each person has a separate room.

It is called a study.

The title of the Wenkui Conference has always been issued by the divinity of the sons.

In the study.

On a stone slab, the title of this Wenkui conference appeared, and Zhang Wenhai saw it at a glance, two very simple words.

Zi said:"

The width of the topic is very wide, and it is for people to choose a sentence from the Hundred Sages Classics to solve the problem, and then undertake their own understanding and write an article.

When Zhang Wenhai saw this topic, he suddenly smiled.

"My heart is righteous, my nature is self-sufficient, everyone is a saint, so the son is what I say......"

Zi said that it is me.

I am a saint!

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Wenhai raised his pen to solve the problem:

"The saint is the same as the people of heaven and earth, Confucianism, Buddha, Confucius, and Zhuang are all used by me, which is the great road!"

This is the meaning of "Xinxue".

The atmosphere of a saint is not in the saint, but in me.

A saint is just a name, and I am the reality of a saint.

With one sentence, Zhang Wenhai instantly abandoned the perspective of Zhuzi Jingyi, and instead stood himself in the same position as them.

This moment.

He was also one of the sons.

Zhang Wenhai's soul felt a great feeling, and in an instant, the spring of thoughts was like an initiation.

The true meaning of the mind is instantly transparent to the heart.

Then, the spirit was clear and the eyes were shining.

Zhang Wenhai put pen to paper.

"The heart is the Tao, the Tao is the sky, all things exist according to the Tao, the heaven and the earth are because of the heart, and the gods and ghosts are born from the heart."

"If a man has no heart and does not know himself, and heaven and earth have no heart, how can he know that there is heaven and earth?"

At this moment, he put pen to paper, the pen is flying, and every word he writes is like a baptism of his soul......

Among the sons of the palace.

50,000 scribes wrote articles with a pen and a high spirit, with a high spirit, and a confident and graceful manner.

Yu Shiji accompanied Yang Kaisheng to stand on the high platform, and he could see all the examination rooms in his eyes.

He is also a true reader, able to perceive the spirit of the text.

At this moment, above the hall of the princes, you can see the spirit of 50,000 articles, from 50,000 scribes.

However, most of them are white rays, which is the kind of temperament that belongs to readers, but they are not very outstanding.

There is only one article spirit in the north, and between the vicissitudes of heaven and earth, it seems to be the kind of spirit of practicing martial arts.

Yu Shiji sighed: "Only Grandmaster Zhou Qibo's article has such a righteous and bright spirit that fills heaven and earth, it seems ......."

But at this time.

Zhang Wenhai in the examination room put down his pen and stretched his fingers.

In an instant, a surge of spirit spurted out from his roll.

Buzzing and ringing.

Even the tablets and mud tires enshrined in the Hall of Princes trembled.

The trembling sound made the halls of the sons shake.

Moment.

Everyone in the Hall of Sons felt it.

Inside the north hall.

Zhou Qibo's old eyes widened, and he gasped in disbelief: "This ......"

Fang Zhongyong in the south hall immediately changed his face greatly, he turned pale, and gritted his teeth in anger: "Hundred Saints Resonance, who is this!" ”

Cheng Jing, who was writing like a god in the study, was even more shaken and excited, and his body was trembling:

"This, this is the article in line with the true meaning of the sons of the saints, and it has aroused the resonance of the ancient sons, this, this is the resonance of the hundred saints that only appeared once 10,000 years ago......"

The Hundred Saints resonated and completely suppressed Zhou Qibo and Fang Zhongyong in an instant, and even completely occupied all the literary movements in the Hall of Princes.

Although the ancient sons in the Hall of Princes are all mud tires, because they have been worshiped for so many years, they have already passed through the divinity, and those divinities have become gods because of the truth of their lives.

Because Zhang Wenhai's volume fits the truth of the princes......

"Nope! It's not just a hundred saints resonance, it's a ......"

At this time, Zhou Qibo, who was in the north hall, directly ignored the answer sheet and ran out towards the examination room.

His old face was full of excitement and enthusiasm, as if he had seen the resurrection of the ancient sons in front of him.

It's not likely, it's really possible.

None of the literati who were in charge of managing the discipline of the conference dared to stop this old grandmaster, and their age was not enough to be the apprentices of this old grandmaster, so they could only watch Zhou Qibo run towards Zhang Wenhai's room with shocked colors.

Cheng Jing also heard Zhou Qibo's actions at the same time, his expression changed in shock, and he hurriedly ran over.