In the Longde Palace, everyone looked at the rice paper in front of Jiang Han in shock, looking at each other.

Zhou Hongyan, Yu Yunqi, Yu Zhongjing and other great Confucians couldn't help but come forward, looked at the words on the paper, and praised them repeatedly.

"Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year? Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar every year...... Good, good, good! Jiang Yue is like this every year, but people have changed from generation to generation, this poem is really excellent! ”

"The best thing is that 'the jade / household curtain can't be rolled up, pounding the clothes on the anvil and returning the two sentences', although the moonlight is clearly written, it is a metaphor for lovesickness, whether it is in the jade / household curtain or on the anvil, the moonlight can shine."

"Acacia is like a cocoon, entangled in people's hearts, although they don't hear each other, but they are willing to shine on you month by month. It's a beautiful poem! ”

"What a Jiang Han! Five words into one question, one question and the country! This poem is enough to overwhelm countless poems! Zhou Hongyan couldn't help but admire.

Although Zhou Hongyan is also a great Confucian, he thinks that he can't write such poems even by himself......

Not to mention himself, even all the great Confucians in the palace combined may not be able to make such a poem!

The Jiang family, there is really a demonic character!

Zhou Hongyan looked at Jiang Han and sighed even more in his heart.

And Kong Wuming in the hall, Silla scribes and others all had ugly faces.

An article into a town country, how does this compare with them? What does this make them write?

With Jiang Han's poem of Zhenguo, no matter how much they write, they will be pressed under this!

"Great Xia really has an immortal talent! It's just a demon! This son will become my great enemy of Silla in the future! Prime Minister Silla looked at Jiang Han and couldn't help but think in his heart.

If you can't get rid of this person as soon as possible, when he grows up, it will definitely be even more terrifying than Jiang Zhensheng!

Martial arts can destroy the country, and literature can destroy the people!

No matter how powerful Jiang Zhensheng is, it is just a war and force.

And if Jiang Han becomes a great Confucian, or even a half-saint in the future, Silla will never have a bright future.

Not to mention anything else, if he writes a poem to attack Silla on a whim in the future, I am afraid that Silla's national fortune will be cut off like Sula!

Kong Wuming's face was extremely ugly, although he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that his poems were not as good as Jiang Han's......

This poem has become a town, and it is not impossible for it to become a famous poem in the world over time!

Why is this Jiang Han so demonic!

Jiang Han was not surprised by the vision caused by this poem, which was written by the Tang Dynasty poet Zhang Ruoxu.

Zhang Ruoxu only left two poems in his life, but with this poem alone, he completed the achievement of "being alone, but for everyone"!

It was praised by later generations as "a lonely article covering the whole Tang Dynasty".

Wen Yiduo also called this "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" "a poem within a poem, the pinnacle of the peak".

It shows how high the literary level of this poem is.

Emperor Huiming smiled: "Okay, what a song "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night"! There is spring, there is a moon, there is a night, there are flowers, there is a river, the topic and the scene, what a big Xia Wenkui! ”

When everyone in the hall heard this, they all understood that the title of "Great Xia Wenkui" fell on Jiang Han, and this Chinese New Year's Eve Wen Party would take him as the first armor.

But not one objected.

After all, this poem has made the town of the country, if it can't win the first place, can other people still make poems that spread the world?

"Jiang Han really deserves to be a poet...... This poem is carved with four sentences and one rhyme, and it is extremely beautiful, and it is simply impeccable! ”

"Don't say it too early, maybe Kong Wuming's poems are even better."

"Heh, with such a poem on top, Kong Wuming still dares to compose a poem?"

Quite a few people spoke up.

Emperor Huiming looked around at everyone and said, "Jiang Han is the leader of this Chinese New Year's Eve cultural meeting, do you have any objections?" ”

There was silence in the hall.

Objection? How dare you have any objections?

Shicheng Zhenguo, if he is not the leader, who is the leader?

Who can make such a poem?

Kong Wuming also lowered his head with a gloomy face, even if two of the poems he prepared became Wenzhou, they could not be compared with Jiang Han's one.

The two are like a cloud of mud!

Victory, it is impossible to win.

And the Silla scribes were also full of ugliness, and they really lost a lot! Why is this Jiang Han so bewitching! Why stand in the way of their Silla scribes' fame in Bactria

I should have known that I should have done whatever it took to make this Jiang Han unable to participate in this cultural meeting!

Now even if you want to cheat, you can't help it.

After all, one of the five characters and five questions was made by them.

If you still have to pay the bill, it will be too shameful.

Emperor Huiming nodded slightly and announced the result: "If there is no objection, then Jiang Han is the head armor of this literary meeting!" ”

Just as Emperor Xia Qi's voice fell, the talent qi in the palace suddenly converged towards Jiang Han's body, turning into a talent vortex above his head!

The sound of the bell chime outside the hall suddenly became louder, and at the same time, the sound of the river was also rattling, and the moon shone and shot obliquely into the hall.

This vision makes everyone look at each other, what's going on? Why is the vision not over?

It stands to reason that the vision caused by the poem will only last for a while, why is it that after so long, the vision not only does not dissipate, but becomes more and more intense?

"Whew!"

The surrounding talents accelerated the speed of convergence, and countless white lights appeared around Jiang Han's body, turning into a whirlpool behind him.

There was a bucket in the whirlpool.

Dou is a kind of wine holding utensils, which can also be used to measure grain, and is the most commonly used tool of the Bactrian people.

"This is the vision of the eight buckets of talent!"

Suddenly, someone shouted.

"Only eight buckets high? Did he even achieve it? ”

"This ...... How is this possible? ”

Many people looked at each other, and their faces changed drastically.

Cai Gao Badou is not only an adjective, but also the manifestation of a vision.

This word comes from the Southern Dynasty literati Xie Lingyun, who once praised himself: "Since the Wei and Jin dynasties, there has been a total of literary talents in the world, among which Cao Zijian has eight buckets, I have one bucket, and the rest of the world has a bucket." ”

Because of this, there is the word "Cai Gao Badou".

Only highly talented people can have the vision of being talented!

And now, Jiang Han has appeared behind him!

You must know that even many of the great Confucians present have never had such a vision as Cai Gao Badou.

As the white light shrouded, the bucket behind Jiang Han slowly became clear, and the talent on his body was like flowing water, flowing towards the bucket.

Soon it was a bucket!

This means that he has a lot of talent!

Everyone looked at each other in astonishment, so quickly did they reach a fight?

Although the talent of a bucket is not as high as that of a fighter, there are only a handful of talents in the literary world who can have a fight, and there are even fewer such young talents.

But the talent is still flowing to that bucket, and in the blink of an eye, it has reached the position of the second bucket!

Everyone was shocked and shocked, and they all stared at Zhang Dou nervously, wanting to see how many fights Jiang Han could reach.

If you can reach eight buckets, you can really be the first person in Confucianism and Taoism today.

Many people directly held their breath and did not dare to blink their eyes, for fear of missing this once-in-a-lifetime scene.

Once you miss it, you may not be able to see it in this life.

Princess Ning Yue was also staring closely at the fighting weapon behind Jiang Han at this moment, could he, in the end, be able to reach eight buckets?

The prince of Silla was full of astonishment, and his heart was turbulent.

Although it is said that Jiang Han is still in the Heavenly Realm of Six Qualities, if he is allowed to achieve the talent of Eight Dou...... No, just reach four buckets! In the future, the practice of Confucianism and Taoism will definitely advance by leaps and bounds.

I'm afraid that it won't take a few years to become a great Confucian!

The prince of Silla glanced at a Silla scribe, his eyes flickering, and motioned for him to step forward to interrupt Jiang Han's condensation.

The Silla scribe's face changed, interrupting Jiang Han in this situation, he might be killed on the spot by the Great Xia Confucian, but if he could exchange his life for a peerless great talent and destroy the future demi-saint of Great Xia, it would be worth it even if he died.

After all, with the Jiang family's attitude towards Silla, if Jiang Han is sanctified in the future, he will definitely be unable to hold Silla up, and may even annex Silla!

The Silla scribe gritted his teeth, stood up with his wine glass and took a step forward, saying, "What a great talent of the Jiang family, I respect you with a glass!" ”

As he spoke, he crashed towards Jiang Han!

If he could interrupt Jiang Han's process of condensing his talents, he wouldn't be able to become a talent of eight buckets! It may even be because someone interrupted in the middle of the way and the palace will be directly cracked!

"Little people, dare to do bad things! Get lost! However, before the Silla scribe could bump into Jiang Han, Jiang Zhensheng shouted angrily, stretched out his hand and slammed the table, and a teacup shot out and slammed into the Silla scribe's head.

With a "bang", the Silla scribe felt a red eye, followed by blood choking out of his eyes, mouth, nose, and ears, and a sharp pain in his brain.

He knew in his heart that Jiang Zhensheng had already prepared, he was actually shattered by him, and there was a strong regret in his heart, but he regretted it too much. After shaking his body, he fell to the ground and died.

"What a Silla man, are you trying to ruin my summer?! Park Yongzheng, where are your intentions! King Yue slammed the table, stood up and said angrily.

"Do you Silla want to fight my Great Xia?"

"Despicable and shameless thing!"

Zhou Hongyan, Yu Yunqi and other great Confucians also stared at the prince of Silla with cold faces.

What a Silla, it is despicable and shameless to dare to do it at this time! Is it really when they're not there?

The prince of Silla knew that he had committed public anger, and if he didn't deal with it well, he might be killed on the spot by this group of great confucians, so he hurriedly said: "Park Jong-hye is drunk to behave like this, but he has no intention of harming Jiang Han, this prince apologizes to you, and I ask you for forgiveness!" ”

Emperor Xia Qi said in a deep voice: "If there is a next time, Hugh blames the Great Xia Iron Cavalry for stepping on the Silla capital!" ”

The prince of Silla was shocked in his heart, the Emperor of Great Xia was making a final warning?

Didn't it say that the Great Xia Emperor was jealous of the Jiang family? Why did you declare war on Silla because of Jiang Han?

The Jiang family has such a person as Jiang Han, isn't the Great Xia Emperor worried about the Jiang family's rebellion? Such a tough style does not match the rumors!

It stands to reason that if Jiang Han becomes a talent of eight buckets, the person who wants to kill him the most should be the Great Xia Emperor, why would he defend him like this?

"Holy forgiveness! Indeed, I will restrain them from doing anything like that. The prince of Silla hurriedly spoke.

At this moment, someone shouted: "Four buckets! ”

Everyone looked at the fighting weapon behind Jiang Han in surprise.

I saw that Jiang Han's body was as talented as water, and he had already poured into the position of the four buckets of the bucket.

"Four fights! My Jiang family has a genius! Jiang Zhen looked at Jiang Han, and his heart was also extremely nervous, and his fingers couldn't help but clench.

Although the Jiang family is a patriotic mansion and has a transcendent status, it has always been regarded as a rough embryo by Confucian ministers, because he Jiang Zhensheng is a big old man, and his eldest son Jiang Feng is also a big old man, and the same is true of Jiang Han in the past.

If there is no change, there is a high probability that future generations will also be martial artists.

Now that Jiang Han has become a talent of the four buckets, the descendants of the Jiang family will have a literati lineage in the future!

When people in the world mention the Jiang family, their impression is no longer that of a family of military generals, but of the Jiang family, which is both civil and military!

Everyone looked at Jiang Han with complicated faces, some were overjoyed, some were gloomy, and some gritted their teeth......

The most ugly face is Kong Wuming of the Kong family.

Last time, he was beheaded by Jiang Han, and he refused to admit defeat! Because it was because of Jiang Feng's intervention that Jiang Han would take away Kong Sheng's Confucian Dao and take the opportunity to cut him off!

Later, Kong Yuanji Shushan Xuehai competed with Jiang Han and lost, and told him not to be an enemy of Jiang Han, but he didn't accept it! How can a mere concubine compare with himself!

Now Jiang Han made a poem on the spot, and he has become a talent of the four fights, and the dissatisfaction in his heart has turned into hatred.

Why, why can this Jiang Han win over himself!

Even if he hasn't reached the fourth bucket, why can Jiang Han!

"It's almost five! But his talent is also exhausted! At that moment, someone shouted.

I saw that Jiang Han's face was slightly pale, and the talent gushing out of the Wen Palace was no longer as majestic as it was at the beginning.

If it is said that at the beginning, talent is like a river, and at this time, talent is like the water of a stream, although it still flows to the fighting weapon behind him, but it is getting weaker and weaker.

When the talent is completely integrated into the bucket, it can be the position of the five buckets!

Yu Yunqi said: "Five buckets of material! He is the first person of the younger generation of Confucianism and Taoism! The pride of the day was only four buckets! ”

Although it did not reach eight buckets, five buckets were also something that many people could not reach.

Hearing this, some of the people present were slightly disappointed, and some breathed a long sigh of relief, if he really let him reach the top eight buckets, then no one will be able to match him in the future!

After all, as recorded in history, there are only a handful of literati who have reached the level of talent, and those people, without exception, have become great Confucians at that time.

Jiang Zhensheng exhaled a sigh of relief and said, "Han'er! OK! ”

Although this result did not meet his highest expectations, he was already very satisfied, after all, it was indeed not so easy to achieve.

Jiang Han frowned, looking at the Wen Palace, the talents of the four Wen Palaces had been exhausted, and the Wen Palace became gloomy, but it could only reach the position of five buckets.

He also thought he could reach eight buckets.

From this point of view, only four Wen Palaces will not be able to reach the top eight buckets at all, unless the fifth Wen Palace is lit up.

But the Junzi Wen Palace is between the nine numbers, but it is the most difficult and bright Wen Palace, and it is impossible to light it up for a while.

"One blow, then decline, three and exhaustion! If you can't reach the top eight buckets in one fell swoop, I don't know when it will be next time. Jiang Han frowned, the vision of Confucianism and Taoism was not so easy to appear, according to the books he had read, most of the literati who appeared in this kind of vision appeared once in their lives.

In the future, even if you make good poems, you may not be able to surface visionary weapons.

Jiang Han looked at the bucket weapon behind him, and became more and more anxious, if there was no new talent poured in, the bucket weapon would disappear!

"Jiang Han, what's wrong with him? Why isn't it over yet? Someone saw this scene and couldn't help frowning and asked.

Zhou Hongyan said in a deep voice: "He seems to be unwilling to stop at the material of the five buckets, he wants to go further, and is trying his best to keep the fighting weapon from collapsing...... No, you can't! Once the bucket is forcibly instilled, the Wengong will be shaken and cracked, and the heavy will be directly broken! ”

Yu Yunqi's face also changed greatly, and he shouted: "Jiang Han, don't forcibly instill the bucket weapon, just let it be!" ”

He was afraid that Jiang Han would forcibly extract his talents to instill the fighting weapon because he was unwilling, which would most likely lead to the shattering of the Wen Palace and become a waste!

It's not like no one has done this before.

There was once a genius, when his talent was only instilled into the position of a bucket, but because he was unwilling to be a bucket of materials, he desperately squeezed the talent in the Wen Palace, and in the end, the Wen Palace was broken and the fighting weapon collapsed.

And because it was he who forcibly instilled the bucket weapon that caused the Wengong to be broken, there was no possibility of repairing it, and he could only become a waste.

Seeing this scene, Kong Wuming couldn't help but smile on his face, it was really a sharp turn! I thought that this Jiang Han was going to become the material of the Eight Buckets, but now it seems that he is going to destroy himself!

Kong Lin beside him smiled faintly and said: "Ignorance, you must know that a genius who dies before is not a genius, and if you can't do it, if you force it to do it, you will only die a worse death." ”

Kong Wuming smiled: "Thank you for teaching!" ”

The Silla scribes were also pleasantly surprised, but they didn't expect the development of events to be unexpected, and the Prime Minister of Silla and the Prince of Silla looked at each other with smiles on their faces.

Yes, that's great!

Hurry up and shatter the Wen Palace!

Jiang Zhen said: "Han'er, this is enough!" If you can do this, you are already a genius. ”

He wanted to persuade Jiang Han to give up maintaining the fighting weapon, after all, when his talent was exhausted, it was best to go with the flow.

Seeing Jiang Zhensheng's personal persuasion, Kong Wuming couldn't help but say, "Jiang Han, do you want to stop Wudou?" This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Once lost, it is impossible to regain the vision of the fighting weapon in this life! ”

He was bewitching Jiang Han to continue to insist, if it was normal times, his words would have no effect, but at this time, Jiang Han was in the midst of a battle between heaven and man, and his words were likely to become a weight that overwhelmed the balance!

"Bastard! Do you dare to persecute Jiang Han, if you want to die here? ”

"Boy from the Kong family, I really thought that the old man would not dare to kill people here!"

"Shut your dog's mouth!"

Yu Yunqi and other great Confucians all glared angrily at Kong Wuming, this Kong Wuming had sinister intentions, this was a Confucian genius who wanted to kill Great Xia!

Kong Wuming was secretly shocked in his heart, he was too impulsive, once these great Confucians made a move, he might die here!

Jiang Zhensheng didn't care about Kong Wuming, if something happened to Jiang Han, Kong Wuming, Kong Lin would definitely die here!

He looked at Jiang Han and said, "Han'er, that's enough!" Don't insist any longer. ”

Jiang Han raised his head and said in a deep voice, "Father, I want to try again!" ”

Jiang Zhensheng was stunned, and was about to persuade, but met Jiang Han's firm eyes.

This look is so similar to Jiang Han's deceased mother, Liu Ru.

Back then, he was still an unknown young general, but Liu Ru was determined to follow him, even at the expense of breaking with his father.

"If you want to try, let's try! At most, let's not cultivate Confucianism, let's cultivate martial arts! I believe that even if you cultivate martial arts, you can achieve peerless martial arts! Jiang Zhensheng said lightly.

"Good!"

Jiang Han took a deep breath, picked up the pen on the table, and grabbed a piece of paper.

If you want to light up the fifth Wengong, you can't do it at the moment.

Then there is another way left, write poems and increase your talent!

And seeing that Jiang Han still had to insist, Kong Wuming couldn't help but secretly rejoice, and the Silla genius was also smiling.

Cai Gao Badou is so easy to achieve, obviously the talent is exhausted and strong, wait for the Wengong to be broken, see how you cry!

It's a great day!

I can see a genius in Daxia folded here.

Jiang Han pondered the poems in his mind and wrote:

Remember Qin'e!

Xiao swallowed, Qin E dreamed of Qin Louyue.

Qin Louyue, willow color every year, Baling hurts goodbye

The autumn festival of the Qing Dynasty in the original Leyou Yuan, the sound of the Xianyang ancient road is overwhelming

The sound is absolutely dusty, the west wind is still shining, and the Han family mausoleum.

When the last stroke fell, the paper was full of energy, and it rose more than three feet!

Before the talent poured into the Wen Palace, it was injected into the bucket weapon, and instantly rose from the position of five buckets to nearly six buckets!

Zhou Hongyan couldn't help but be surprised: "Wenzhou! ”

Others were even more shocked!

made a song Wenzhou, a song Zhenguo, and the third song turned out to be Wenzhou again?!

What kind of demon is this Jiang Han!

Wouldn't it be mentally exhausting?

Jiang Han did not hesitate, tried his best to recall the poems in his mind, and continued to write with a pen.

The wind blows the willow flowers all over the store, and Wu Ji presses the wine to call the guests to taste.

The children of Jinling came to see each other off, and they did everything they could.

Please ask the east flowing water, don't care who is short and long!

The poem fell, and the talent surged again, this time it was injected into the bucket, and it was directly more than six buckets.

Zhou Hongyan looked at the poems on the paper and read them out: "The wind blows the willow flowers all over the store, and Wu Ji presses the wine to call the guests to taste...... Good, good poetry! This poem can also be heard in the state! ”

"The fourth song is still Wenzhou?!"

"This ...... What kind of evil is this?? ”

And all the people in the temple were astonished.

If you say one song Wenzhou, the key is that Jiang Han has made four songs in a row!

It's still a song of Zhenguo, and three of Wenzhou!

Jiang Han was still putting pen to paper, and Zhou Hongyan read out what he had written: ""White Horse Chapter", Dragon Horse Flower Snow Hair, Golden Saddle Wuling Hao." Autumn frost cut jade sword, sunset pearl robe.

Cockfighting is a multiplication, and Xuan Gai is high. The bow destroys the Nanshan Tiger, and the hand is rubbed by Taihang.

After drinking, he was actually graceful, and he made a treasure knife in three cups. Killing people is like cutting grass, and the drama Meng travels together.

Angry to go to Hangu, from the army to the omen. Dominating the battlefield, the Huns fled.

When he returned, he was drunk, he was not willing to worship Xiao Cao, he was ashamed to enter the original constitutional room, and he was obscene and hidden. ”

Yu Yunqi couldn't help but admire: "What a murder is like cutting grass, and the drama Meng is traveling together!" This poem is wonderful, wonderful! ”

"It's another Wenzhou! My God......"

"In the past, he called himself Daxia Shikui, and I scolded him for being shameless, but now it's really ...... Who in the world can compare with this talent? ”

Everyone looked at Jiang Han with shocked faces, the first Wenzhou? Who can do that?

Is this Jiang Han really so talented?

And at this moment, the talent in the bucket has risen to a position close to six and a half buckets.

Jiang Han frowned, it stands to reason that this poem should be able to rise to seven buckets, but it has only risen by less than half a bucket.

Sure enough, the further back you go, the harder it gets!

I'm afraid that even if I write a few more Wenzhou poems, I won't be able to rise to eight buckets.

Unless you write a poem about the town!

The talent of Zhenguo poetry is by no means comparable to Wenzhou poetry!

However, the poetry of Zhenguo either has the power of the luck of Zhenyi country, or can influence Confucianism in the world, or it is unparalleled in a certain field.

He tried his best to think about what poems could reach the level of Zhenguo, but the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't think of it.

Seeing Jiang Han's anxious appearance, the person who was hanging by the Silla genius finally let go, and the Silla prince secretly said that it seemed that he was running out of brain power and couldn't write new poems! I was shocked, and I thought he could really reach a high level of talent with poetry!

Kong Wuming also breathed a long sigh of relief.

And Yu Yunqi and the others were all anxious, Jiang Han ...... It can't be a brain drain, right?

At this moment, Jiang Han had an idea, and he didn't necessarily have to write poetry!

As long as the article reaches the level of the town country, it also has surging talent!

And in order to reach the town country, it is necessary to affect the luck of a country.

"Which one do you want to write? Whether it is "Ma Said" or "Ai Lian Said", "Ma Said" can be handed down, but it may not be able to reach the Zhenguo, although "Ai Lian Said" has a great influence, but many of its allusions are difficult to explain...... Wait a minute! That one will definitely do! ”

He quickly locked on to one article in his mind, picked up another piece of rice paper, and wrote two words on it with a stroke of his pen:

"The Teacher Says"

And seeing Jiang Han writing the words "Shi Said" on the paper, Zhou Hongyan was also stunned, "Shi Said"? What is he going to write?

Immediately after, his eyes shrank, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

"Ancient scholars must have teachers. Teacher, so preaching and receiving karma to solve doubts is also ......"

The Confucians present all stepped forward to take a look, and their expressions moved, hey, it was not a poem, but an article!

This Jiang Han actually wants to write an article!

You know, poetry is easy to write, but articles are hard to write!

How many poems have been passed down since ancient times, and how many articles can be passed down to the world? It shows how difficult it is to write an article!

"The saints of the ancients, who are far away, still ask from their teachers; Today's people, the saints under them are also far away, and they are ashamed to learn from their teachers. Therefore, the holy is holy, and the foolish is foolish. What is the reason why a saint is holy and a fool is stupid? …… Okay, a good sentence of sainthood, foolishness and foolishness! It's all about the reason why the world is stupid! Yu Zhongjing couldn't help but shout.

"Sage Master of Impermanence. Confucius taught Tanzi, Chang Hong, Shi Xiang, and Lao Dan. The disciple of Tanzi is not as virtuous as Confucius......"

When he read this, Kong Lin was shocked and said, "He dared to write the saint into it!" Daring! ”

The name of a saint is not something that can be pronounced casually, and even if they want to call a saint, they can only call it Confucius.

Otherwise, if you blaspheme the saints, it is extremely easy to attract holy punishment!

The most terrifying thing is that Jiang Han directly wrote several saints in the article, Tan Zi, Chang Hong, and Shi Xiang were all semi-saints at that time, and Lao Dan was a Taoist saint!

At this moment, there was a rumbling in the sky, and there seemed to be thunder!

Immediately after that, there were purple clouds in the sky, and there was a terrifying aura in the air, as if there was a holy power pressing on everyone's heads.

Kong Lin was overjoyed, he thought that it was the holy punishment coming, and he thought to himself that the names of so many saints were mentioned, how could the holy punishment tolerate you!

And Zhen Yunqi, Zhou Hongyan and others all changed their faces greatly, and it was too late to stop Jiang Han from writing down!

The heart is full of secret words, this time is over, if the saint is angry and comes to the holy punishment, I am afraid that Jiang Han will be splashed with blood in this Longde Palace!

However, just when everyone thought that the holy punishment was coming, the holy punishment was delayed, and the sound of the bell chime sounded instead!

Purple clouds lined up in the sky, enveloping the palace! Smelly!

"This ...... This is not a holy punishment! It's a vision! Yu Yunqi shouted.

The crowd was horrified and changed, and the holy punishment did not come, but there was a vision?

That proves that Sage Kong didn't care about Jiang Han's mention of his name in this article, but agreed with this article!

"This ...... How is this possible? Kong Lin's face was full of horror, this was the first time he had shown such a frightened expression since he came here.

The sage of the Confucian family not only did not send a holy punishment to Jiang Han, but instead had a vision, doesn't this mean that the sage actually approved of this article?

Could it be that this is actually a town and country article?

How is this possible!!

"Confucius said: If you are a threesome, you must have my teacher. Therefore, the disciple does not have to be inferior to the teacher, the teacher does not have to be better than the disciple, there is a precedence in hearing the Tao, and there is a specialization in the art industry, and that's it. Good! There is a good one who hears the Tao and has a specialization in the art industry! This article simply woke up the world's Confucian students! ”

"My God, he called the saint Kong...... Hole...... And the saints did not punish him? ”

"Wait! Look! King Yue shouted.

I saw Jiang Han put his pen aside, and then, a surging talent poured out of the paper, like the water of the Yellow River and the flow of the Yangtze River, injected into the bucket behind him!

At the same time, the purple clouds in the sky were like a curtain, the wind was blowing, and the sound of bells and chimes in the palace rang out in unison.

Such a vision enveloped not only the main hall, but also the Imperial Palace and Kyoto!

An old and distant voice resounded in the ears of all Confucian scholars.

"My teacher is also Taoist, and my husband knows that he was born in my year? Therefore, there is no noble or low, no long and no less, and the Tao exists, and the teacher also exists......"

"I don't know how to read the sentence, I don't understand it, or I don't know it, or I don't know it, I don't know it......"

"The family of scholars and doctors, who are called teachers and disciples, gather and laugh. When asked, he said: "He is similar to that year, and the Tao is similar." If you are humble, you will be ashamed, and if you are prosperous, you will be close. "Woohoo! The way of the teacher is no longer known......"

All the Confucian students in Kyoto heard the old man's voice almost at the same time, and recited this "Shishuo" word by word.

Some school teachers bowed their heads in shame and thought to themselves: "Because as a teacher, I know that my disciple's knowledge is better than mine, but I am ashamed to ask my disciple, so how can I go further in my knowledge?" ”

There are civil officials who feel guilty, since they became officials, they no longer learn from others, no wonder they have stopped at the current realm.

Some literati blamed themselves for hating their classmates for being more educated than themselves, but instead of learning from him, they kept belittling him......

In the Hall of Longde.

Kong Wuming looked at the terrifying vision, listened to the ethereal voice, and his heart was also shaken: Sage Kong can also learn from people who are lower than him, but I hate Jiang Hancai for being higher than me, so I have been against him!

No! How could I lose to Jiang Han! I'm not going to lose to him!

Learn from him? Why? I in no way endorse this article!

Bang! Suddenly, Kong Wuming only felt that the Wen Palace was shaken, and there were signs of collapse.

He was so frightened in his heart that he didn't dare to think about it anymore, knowing that if he opposed Jiang Han's "Shi Shuo" again, he would inevitably be destroyed by the power in "Shi Shuo"!

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PS: 8000 words large chapter.