When the scholar Liang Jing finished the inscription poem of the snowstorm in the night, it was like adding the finishing touch to the scroll in his hand.

On the top of a mountain that never sleeps, in addition to the frost and snow, there is purple gas rising, and the clouds and smoke are thick.

In an instant, the cultural fortunes located in Taoyao Prefecture instantly gathered, and together with the heaven and earth aura that was also at the pinnacle of the peak, it poured into Liang Jing's body together.

In an instant, it attracted the attention of countless qi refiners on the cliff plank road on both sides of the Yanchou Stream, as well as on the middle covered bridge.

"Someone has entered the distraction realm!"

"It's such a strong literary movement, isn't it the gentleman of the Confucian Temple School Palace who broke through the realm here?!"

With the success of the person in mid-air, the picture of the nightless morning snow in his hand also bloomed, and under the interweaving and entanglement of the literary fortune and aura that filled the world at this moment, the content on the picture scroll was manifested into a mirage.

On the cliff plank road and covered bridge, the qi refiners from Kyushu, as well as a very small number of people under the mountain, all cast surprised glances into the sky.

The picture scroll is vivid, depicting the snowy scene of the sleepless mountain vividly, and some details are even more fake.

Especially when Liang Jing "watched the geese fall", he casually added that scene to the painting.

On the top of the nevernight mountain on the scroll, a paw print, a wild goose that left in a hurry, added a lot of vitality to a picture of the stillness of the nightless snow, making the painting suddenly smart.

There are paw prints and wild geese on the painting, and there are also paw prints and wild geese outside the painting.

There is a picture of snow in the sky that never sleeps, and a snow-capped mountain on the ground.

In the end, he inscribed a poem on the edge of the scroll, and after letting the qi refiners below read it, they were amazed and praised.

Zheng Sizhe and Nian Susu, who are located on the cliff plank road, and Yuan Tiancheng, the deputy mountain owner of Buye Mountain, who glimpsed the whole picture of Liang Jing's painting poem in mid-air, each congratulated the scholar Liang Jing with their hearts.

The head of Jinghu Academy commented: "The poetry and painting are both superb, and the writing is brilliant. ”

Nian Susu said with a smile: "When you see the wild goose flying on the top, you should see the goose like this." ”

Yuan Tiancheng dodged in the air, appeared on the side of the scholar who happened to take the picture of the night morning snow with excellent color into his arms, made a joke, and said jokingly: "Liang Gongzi broke through the Yuan Infant with poetry and painting and entered the realm of distraction, congratulations, congratulations." ”

He stretched out a hand, spread out his palm, and looked at Liang Jing with a smile.

And the scholar who had just broken through the Yuanying Realm, saved the right time and place, and entered the distraction realm with poetry and painting, said unknowingly: "Lord Yuanshan, this is?"

Yuan Tiancheng had a reasonable expression, "Liang Gongzi is in My Nightless Mountain, taking advantage of the snow scene to break through the realm, shouldn't he express it?"

Liang Jing can be seen clearly.

This is robbery, naked robbery.

He cried and laughed: "I came in a hurry, and I didn't bring fairy money." ”

And the man with wide sleeves, as the deputy mountain owner of a mountain that never sleeps, is naturally an old and serious person. When I heard this, I didn't panic at all. He lifted one cuff slightly, and flew out of the four treasures of the study room on his own, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone hovered in the clouds.

Yuan Tiancheng laughed heartily, but he looked like you kid had taken advantage of it, and said: "Talk about money, what kind of friendship do we have with the Liang family? ”

Liang Jing looked at the wide-sleeved man in front of him dumbfounded.

No wonder before leaving, my father would say that the four absolute things in Fuyao were actually "Yuan Lao is not ashamed", "Mo Lao is not ashamed", and "Ao Lao is not ashamed".

And when Liang Jing asked his father, what else was there?

At that time, the old man just smiled and did not say anything.

Yuan Tiancheng whispered to Liang Jing: "Hehe, it's okay to write two words casually, you are not only one of the top ten talents of Daxuan, but also entered the realm of distraction today, and it is a rare poetry and painting, and it will really be a 'pen and shine' in the future, a stroke is a lot of fairy money, I can't say that in a few years, you will be able to catch up with the painting saint masterpiece······"

There is still half a sentence, Yuan Tiancheng didn't dare to say it, it was "When the time comes, I don't think it will be easy for you kid to leave a piece of ink treasure."

A scholar in a Confucian shirt, wearing a square scarf, had no choice but to pick up the pen hovering in the air, dip it in the inkstone, and then hold his breath and concentrate, pick up the pen in one go, and write down two words.

When he saw Liang Jing only writing two words and put down the pen, Yuan Tiancheng asked tentatively: "The words are like their people, they are upright, they are too upright, they are looking all over the world, looking for them with lanterns, digging three feet to find them, I'm afraid I can't find such a straight Xiaokai." It's just ······ Say two words, really only leave two words? It's too petty, isn't it, how can you ······ a dignified and talented man?"

Without waiting for the wide-sleeved man to finish speaking, Liang Jing reached out to touch the piece of paper and said indifferently: "Don't forget it." ”

Just when the scholar's fingertips were about to touch the piece of paper, Yuan Tiancheng suddenly raised his sleeves with lightning speed, and sucked the ink treasure into the wide sleeves in the blink of an eye.

He said righteously: "Say two words, it is two words, Liang Dacai is not only talented, but also trustworthy, is a model for the world's scholars, Yuan will definitely hang Liang Dacai's ink treasure above the study, always look up to the son's demeanor!"

Liang Jing was amazed, said goodbye to the deputy mountain master of the sleepless mountain, and the wind fell, and under the gaze of many female cultivators on the mountain, he floated to the ground and went to Li Zijin and the girl Hongshao.

Although Li Zijin had not seen the scene of the Great Cultivator breaking through the realm, today was the first time he had opened his eyes, but he heard the noise around him, as if he was talking about breaking through the Nine Realms, so the young man also understood that it was Liang Jing who had become a Qi Refiner in the Distraction Realm.

Confucian protégés, among the three religions, are the easiest to break through, but the most difficult.

Daomen monks can enhance their cultivation by slaying demons and eliminating demons, and cultivating the way of Dan Dao and Fu Gong.

Buddhist disciples rely on chanting, chanting, and traveling mountains and rivers, and their cultivation depends on crossing the world.

However, for Confucian protégés, cultivation is not the first priority, and even Confucian disciples hardly care much about the realm.

Broadly speaking, scholars in the world, whether they are from noble or low backgrounds, whether they are in schools, academies, or poor families, and have no money to study, they can only gnaw on other people's torn books, or those who are born in famous families, scholars, and have received a good education since childhood, are all regarded as Confucian protégés.

They are all over the court, in the rivers and lakes, on the mountains and down, almost all of them have traces of Confucian protégés.

In a narrow sense, Confucian protégés are only those who are scholars who are qi refiners.

In the Fuyao world, not all Confucian protégés can hone their realm by reading and writing. Just as not all people are able to open up the sea of knowledge, so as to rely on absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to increase their own cultivation.

Not all scholars can become qi refiners by "reading".

Those Confucian disciples who had a talent for cultivation, such as Liang Jing and Zhao Changqing, often opened up the sea of knowledge naturally when they were studying.

Therefore, as long as you come into contact with words, whether you are reading the articles of sages or writing articles by yourself, you can rely on the understanding of words, comprehend words, to sharpen the realm, and enhance your cultivation.

For these Confucian disciples who have the talent for cultivation, improving the realm is like a matter of course. As a person's knowledge grows larger and larger, his control over words becomes stronger and stronger, his perception of articles becomes deeper and deeper, and he will continue to improve his cultivation.

The breakthrough of Confucian protégés is simple and natural, and those who are gifted do not even need to deliberately cultivate, and when they reach their knowledge, they will naturally reach the realm.

But the breakthrough of Confucian protégés is difficult and difficult to figure out.

In the world of Fuyao, there is a saying that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. It is difficult to measure how well a person is educated.

In terms of cultivation, the same is true, so in fact, in the academy and the school palace, there are many gentlemen, sacrificial wine, and they are very knowledgeable, but the realm is not high, and they have not even embarked on the road of cultivation.

This kind of thing is also very common, so as a Confucian disciple, it is so difficult to even embark on the path of cultivation, let alone breaking the realm?

God knows how many sage articles a reader has to read before he can open up the sea of knowledge and feel the aura between heaven and earth.

When someone was in school, after being taught the first Mongolian classics by Mr., he had already opened up the sea of knowledge, and since then he has embarked on the path of cultivation, and every article he has read and every text he has written has become a part of his cultivation.

And some people spend their lives exhausted, even if they have read thousands of books and written millions of words, they still can't enter the door, and they can't wait to embark on the road of eternal life, read more books, do more things, write more articles, and write to carry the Tao.

Manpower will eventually be poor, and the way of heaven will eventually be determined.

For those who are unable to embark on the path of cultivation, even if they read in the rain and do not stop, they still cannot finish reading the books in the world.

But in fact, the mountains and seas of books are not all that Confucian qi refiners who have embarked on the path of cultivation can read.

No matter how long you live, the world is changing, and learning is changing.

Some things can be inherited and continued, which is an indispensable torch in the world, and it is a good temptation for future generations to remember the hard-won prosperity of the world.

Some things need to be overthrown and changed, which is the first fire to burn the cage of self-containment, the key to the disciple not having to be inferior to the teacher, and the bold assumption that the blue is better than the blue.

Therefore, when Li Zijin learned that the scholar Liang Jing had broken through the peak of the Eight Realms and became one of the Nine Realms Qi Refiners, he said to him: "Liang Gongzi broke through the realm, it is gratifying and congratulatory, and I wish Gongzi Wenyun prosperity." ”

Liang Jing also gave Li Zijin a meaningful smile with a salute, and said: "May the little master, the heart lamp never sleep, and the pace will not stop." ”

After breaking through the realm, Liang Jing, who was already a disciple of Confucianism, could see more clearly the literary luck contained in the world, and the young man in front of him was already about to come out.

It has the taste of a gentleman hiding his utensils and waiting to move when the time comes.

The three of them held the cliff plank road and enjoyed the snowy scenery together.

The morning sun has risen, dyeing the snowy scene that never sleeps with a layer of gold.

The chill is about to rise, the warmth emerges again, when the warmth is still cold, the cliff side of the covered bridge, the fairy couple, hugging each other without words.

In this situation, how can a teenager not empathize?

A little cold light came first, and then time froze.

The heavens and the earth are still, and the snowflakes no longer fall, but hang in the air.

The sunlight shines through the edges and corners of each snowflake, reflecting the strange shapes of the earth.

Li Zijin was dressed in bamboo blue clothes, with a slender figure and a delicate appearance, holding the verdant Cuiqu Ancient Sword in his hand, cutting out a long river of time.

At this moment in the long river of time, this situation and this scene are engraved in my heart.

Everyone's smiles were frozen in "here and now".

In front of him, there was a young man who was slowly flowing with a long river of time, and whispered:

I have a sword that can cut through time.