"Good, good!"

Mr. Yan instantly showed a smile on his face, looking at Lin Chen with some appreciation in his eyes, he turned his head to look at the students of the outer courtyard, and said proudly: "In the history of the development of Confucianism in the vast world, the Yan family has always played a pivotal position, and there are countless saints who have appeared, and the ancestor of the Yan family has been named a literary saint, you can choose Yan Sheng, you should be glad for yourself." ”

"Brother Chengru, which saint did you choose when you first condensed the Holy Seed?"

Lin Chen quietly lowered his head, this Mr. Yan talked endlessly about the glory of the Yan family, but the more this happened, the more suspicious Lin Chen was in his heart, whether he could condense the holy seed Lin Chen had not considered it for the time being, things related to Confucian practice, Lin Chen still wanted to know.

"Of course it's Yan Sheng......" Li Chengru glanced at Mr. Yan cautiously, seeing that he didn't notice him, he said in a faint voice, "Sitting here in the outer courtyard of Confucianism, the condensation holy seed is almost all the Yan family's sage Haoran Qi, the last year our Haoran seed is all condensed by Mr. Yan's help, Lin Chen, don't worry, Mr. Yan's technique is very good, if you are lucky, maybe you can really use the Yan family's sage's Haoran Qi to condense the holy seed." ”

"Brother Chengru, is your holy seed condensed with the heroic aura of the Yan family's saint?"

"If I could condense into a holy seed with the aura of the Yan family's saints, I wouldn't be in the outer courtyard. Li Chengru shook his head and sighed, "The first step of Confucian cultivation is to condense the holy seed, but there are only a handful of people who can really use the sage's aura to condense into the holy seed. ”

"Little Confucian, what kind of realm is that?" Lin Chen was confused.

"The realm of Confucianism is divided into nine layers, which are Mengxue, scholars, gentlemen, teachers, small Confucians, great Confucians, small sages, great sages, and sages. ”

Li Chengru patiently explained, "Xiao Confucianism is the fifth level realm of Confucian cultivation, although my holy seed is only condensed with the holy qi of the small Confucian land, but these saint families have the same holy word avenue, and it is not impossible to become holy in the later stage of cultivation." ”

"Brother Chengru, do you think you can be sanctified?"

"I'm satisfied that I can become a little Confucian like Master Yan. Li Chengru shook his head, and after the two of them muttered, Mr. Yan had already told the history of the Yan family's holy path.

"Old man Lin Chen, this is to help you condense into the Holy Seed with my Yan family's heroic qi, are you ready?"

"I ......"

"Okay!" As soon as Lin Chen opened his mouth, Mr. Yan immediately interrupted, "Although there is the aura of my Yan family in this heaven and earth, it is not the Yan family after all, since you are a disciple of the Holy Academy, naturally you will not search for the saint's qi in the heaven and earth to condense the holy seed like people outside the Holy Courtyard, the old man will help you with the orthodox and heroic aura of the Yan family, you don't want to let me down." ”

Unable to allow Lin Chen to refuse, Mr. Yan's expression was solemn, his temperament had undergone earth-shaking changes at this moment, and Lin Chen, who was next to Mr. Yan, really felt a faint milky white light emanating from him.

This milky white light Lin Chen did not feel any threat, the milky white light slowly wrapped Lin Chen together, and Lin Chen felt a huge force surging into his mind.

This power was not threatening, quietly floating in the sea of Lin Chen's consciousness, Lin Chen's complexion changed slightly, and his divine sense slowly approached Bai Mang, but he didn't dare to get too close.

"This is my Haoran Spirit, originally it was enough to condense the Holy Seed with the Haoran Qi left by the ancestors, but my Yan family will use the surviving Haoran Qi to help people condense the Holy Seed, so that if there is any problem, the old man can also solve the confusion at the first time. ”

"The old man is a small Confucian realm, only to reach the realm of Confucianism and above can help people condense into holy seeds, teachers, can preach and teach to solve doubts, the old man's group of heroic spirits, contains the old man's lifelong practice of Confucianism, of course, it also adheres to the Yan Sheng's lineage, all cultivation is to understand and carry forward the words of the Yan family sage.

Lin Chen, you now sink your mind into the spirit of Haoran, if you can comprehend a trace of the holy words of my Yan Sheng, introduce a wisp of Haoran Qi into your body, and condense into a holy seed, then you will officially step into the realm of Mengxue. ”

After Mr. Yan finished speaking, he stared at Lin Chen intently, and the disciples of the outer courtyard around him also gathered around Lin Chen, and it was the happiest time for them to condense the Holy Seed, especially if Mr. Yan helped.

Every time Mr. Yan will condense his Haoran spirit, they will also have the opportunity to understand Mr. Yan's holy path again, the way of the Yan family's saints.

Li Chengru moved the fastest, he was closest to Lin Chen, and at the moment when Mr. Yan dispersed the spirit of Haoran outside his body, he opened his divine sense, and carefully comprehended, Mr. Yan in the Little Confucian Realm, the Holy Dao is like a mountain to the current Li Chengru.

He had already felt it many times, except for the first time when Mr. Yan's wisp of Haoran Spirit was unintentionally condensed into a holy seed in his body, he had not gained any subsequent perception of Mr. Yan's Haoran Spirit, and this time he hoped that he could feel even the slightest bit of it.

Lin Chen's mind was completely immersed in this wisp of Haoran Spirit in the Sea of Consciousness at this moment, and after coming into contact with Haoran Spirit, Lin Chen felt that there was a loud voice in his head that kept repeating.

"What is the use of Confucianism?

"Hey, isn't this the words in "University"? Could it be that the Confucian cultivation here is related to that Confucianism?" Lin Chen's heart shook, and he unconsciously read along with it.

"What is the use of Confucianism?

The first time Lin Chen's voice was very small, then the second time, and the third time, the sound became louder and louder, until his voice spread to the entire study hall, and continued to spread outside the study hall.

"It's about to condense the Holy Seed. Mr. Yan shook his head, the simpler the Haoran Qi is, the easier it is to condense into the Holy Seed, and his future achievements are extremely limited, after more than a year of exploration, Mr. Yan has roughly figured out that the students who join the outer courtyard of the Holy Academy through the donation quota are the limit of the small Confucian realm.

"At least I have one more Confucian cultivator in the Yan Sheng lineage!"

Mr. Yan comforted himself in his heart, Lin Chen's voice began to rise and fall, this was a sign that he was about to condense into a holy seed, Mr. Yan was ready to stop looking, and silently withdrew the spirit of the earth in front of him into his body.

Li Chengru opened his eyes and shook his head in disappointment, this time the time was shorter than last time, he didn't realize anything, the holy words of Yan Sheng's vein were what Lin Chen had just recited, he had long been familiar with it, and he thought he fully understood the meaning of it, but if this was the case, shouldn't his cultivation be the sixth layer of the Mengxue Realm......

Lin Chen's voice felt that the breath had completely disappeared from the sea of consciousness, and he did not leave Lin Chen's body, in fact, Lin Chen felt that this holy word seemed to be in his mind, "University", "The Mean", "Analects", "Spring and Autumn".

Every student who loves history also loves Confucianism, Lin Chen has read the Four Books and Five Classics, more than once, and the great Confucians of all dynasties have not read less than Lin Chen, some of them have been engraved in his heart, and some have been left behind by him, as soon as he thinks of the holy words of the Yan family, he will unconsciously give birth to these feelings in his heart, and as if it is his own, the ideas he has learned are engraved in his heart and are his own.

It's just that Lin Chen seems to feel that he doesn't seem to have condensed into a holy seed!!

He still didn't feel a trace of Haoran Qi in his body, not only him, but Mr. Yan also seemed to have discovered that he had not condensed into the Holy Seed, Lin Chen opened his eyes and looked at Mr. Yan, who was also looking at him.

It's just that this green gaze seems to have seen it somewhere......