In the middle of the continent, there is a mountain as high as the sky, which is shrouded in a golden glow all year round.

Suppressing the literary spirit of a huge continent, the Zhongyue of the Haozheng continent suppressing the luck of a continent is called Wenyue.

At the root of Wenyue Mountain is a verdant merit forest and a forest of merit monuments everywhere, and through the merit forest is a magnificent temple.

Confucianism established the Temple of Literature, and the merits of the ten saints are all here.

Shirakawa Edgeworth galloped, collected the sword a hundred miles away from Wenyue, and as a sign of respect, he walked on foot.

It is the pilgrimage place of hundreds of millions of Confucian students in the world, the birthplace of Confucianism, and the place where the holy teachers attained enlightenment.

Within stepping into the confines of the Wenyue Mountain Range, Shirakawa could clearly feel a strong pressure enveloping him.

Once in the Luya Academy of Wenshan path measured a body of bones, Kun Wei and the old man Bai Ren mentioned it afterwards when he said, the little junior brother Bai Chuan, a body of bones weighs 10,000 catties, in the Hundred Law Continent of the Ming Dynasty, the land of half of the continent of the Wen Qi pressure almost made the time Bai Chuan breathless, in the Haozheng continent, the heaviest Confucian luck, in the face of the birthplace of the world, Bai Chuan intuition has a heavy burden on his shoulders, it is difficult to move an inch.

For the world, carry the weight!

This is the duty of the Confucian children in the world, for the world, for the common people, who in Confucianism has not been struggling.

Stepping into the holy land of Confucianism with the cultivation of the Eight Realms, Bai Chuan's forehead was oozing a layer of fine sweat, but a white and flawless voice sounded in the sea of knowledge, "Senior brother, don't resist with the law, let these literary qi enter the body, you are the foundation of Confucianism, and the literary qi is very beneficial to your quenching body." ”

After Bai Wufang's reminder, Bai Chuan smiled.

Yes, he has been the foundation of the old man since he was a child, even if he picks up the sword in the future and becomes the sword cultivator with unparalleled lethality, but this foundation is an orthodox Confucian background, and the literary atmosphere is not the atmospheric luck that he hopes for as a Confucian disciple the most, why should he resist so much.

When a body of aura protection is dispersed, the acupoints are opened, and the cultural qi that permeates the heaven and earth passes through the body, as if a new world has been opened, and the whole body seems to swim in a warm ocean, which is an indescribable refreshing taste.

Wen Yue, who was shrouded in golden light, also unveiled the veil of mystery to him.

Get straight to the point and be at ease.

Nangong Yaochi could clearly sense that Bai Chuan beside him seemed to be shining as a whole person, and a hidden aura of his own body appeared.

Stretched out his hand and gently pinched the corner of Bai Chuan's clothes, but Bai Chuan smiled slightly, took Nangong Yaochi's little hand, and crossed it with a mellow breath, which suddenly made Nangong Yaochi feel indescribable warmth, the man next to him was like a big mountain, gently embracing her, and the wind and rain in the world were blocked from the thick body.

"Is there anything comfortable. ”

"Hmm!"

Nangong Yaochi is from Buddhism, and he has a conflict with Confucianism, but Bai Chuan used himself and her to hold hands and wrap Nangong Yaochi with his own breath, and there was no more oppression or heaviness, only Zhongzheng flowed peacefully in his heart.

"If you go to the Temple of Literature, will you fight with someone?" Nangong Yaochi asked timidly, after the wild goose passed, Bai Chuan was injured, and he ran all the way to Wenyue and had no time to recuperate his injuries, she was really afraid that Bai Chuan would go to the Temple of Literature and have a dispute with someone again, Confucianism is now in full swing, and there is really a battle, so Bai Chuan is facing the deputy head of culture and education.

"Scholars, Sven people, you can't be so barbaric as soon as you come up, these people also have to be cheeky. Bai Chuan said lightly, even if the internal friction of Confucianism is strong and the cultural context is inextricable, there is no precedent for Confucian people to fight each other, at least everyone still cares about face, and does not tear their faces to do that shameless martial arts.

However, according to reason, he is not a great Confucian who can ask questions in college, and he can really have a great reason to persuade others when it comes to lip service? Not necessarily, the old man is not the most capable saint of Confucianism, and he convinces people with fists, for people in the domineering line of Confucianism, the derivation of their vein is not a trick on others.

"Is your injury a big problem?" Nangong Yaochi still hopes that Bai Chuan will not be too big, although Confucian people value face the most, and there is no reason for their own family to be locked up and fight, but the matter is really disputed to the stage of red faces, can you really hold back the anger in your heart?

Bai Chuan smiled gently, "It's okay, Zhongzheng's peaceful Confucian style is a great supplement for me." ”

Bai Wufang, who had folded his sleeves and closed his eyes, smiled slightly behind him, Bai Chuan did let the rich Wen Qi enter his body just now, not only healed the previous injury, but also gained a lot of benefits, making his foundation more solid and solid.

He is the hope of the future of Confucianism that the Holy Ancestor personally promulgated the decree of the sages to protect, and others can't see through Bai Chuan's qi deduction that was covered up by the old man Bai Ren's long river of time, but how could Bai Wufang not know how much luck Bai Chuan was carrying.

is just a continent of culture, what a foot, he is the one who wants to carry the luck of the entire human world!

Along a spacious avenue, slowly moving forward, the merit forest is full of merit trees, which is the Confucian people for the world to spread the spread of human merit and obtain the merit of the earth, heaven and earth nourishment, natural growth.

What comes into the eye is an endless forest, which is also the embodiment of the merits that Confucianism has created for the world for countless years.

Taoism is not good, Buddhism is not good, the holy gate of the hundred schools, and the demon clan of the underworld are all not good.

It is countless generations, in the long river of history, one after another in the world can not be extinguished by the sages and ancestors, one after another, the great mountains and rivers that have been laid for people.

The Holy Teacher, with Confucianism, the Holy Lord, set the rules for the world, the human nature of the Holy Lord is good, and the human nature of the Holy Master is evil.

Regardless of the Confucian context, these sages and ancestors are constantly contributing to the avenue of Confucianism in this world, no matter who is right and who is wrong, Confucianism has the world in mind, and no one can dispute it.

In the merit forest, there are also stone statues one by one.

These are all saints who have left great achievements in the world.

"Self-cultivation, Qi family, governing the country, and leveling the world!"

"Self-denial"

"I have three times a day, and I have been in the same situation. ”

"The people are precious, the community is secondary, and the monarch is light. ”

"The conscience is from heaven, so the mind is visible. ”

"The road is wasted, but there is benevolence and righteousness. Wisdom comes out, and there is great hypocrisy. Six relatives are not in harmony, and there is filial piety. The country is in turmoil, and there are loyal ministers. ”

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In the sky above the merit forest, the words of the sage, from time to time, appear and appear, and the golden sentences of the warning will last forever and will not be extinguished.

This is the wealth left by Confucianism for the world.

A quaint temple of literature, impressively ahead.

There are steps, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps.

Step by step, step by step!!

Bai Chuan bowed down three times, respecting Confucianism, sages, and ancestors.

Raise your feet and step on the road to heaven in Confucianism, stepping on an extremely firm step.