Outside Ping'an Town, in a pavilion, two men dressed as Confucian scholars were playing a game.

"Are you still reluctant to come to my academy?"

Li Haocheng smiled, did not answer, put down a black chess piece casually, landed on the chessboard, a little spiritual flash, and a white piece of Confucian on the opposite side flew out automatically and landed in the stone bowl on the side.

The Confucian student took out a chess piece and fell, and all the chess pieces on the chessboard gave birth to a little aura at the same time, forming a coercive momentum, squeezing Li Haocheng's big dragon: "Since you have come to the national capital, you are obviously a person with a successful heart, you and I have been friends for half a year, if you can trust me, you can join my academy first and accumulate some prestige." Afterwards, it will be much more convenient for you to enter the government or establish your own college. ”

Li Haocheng still didn't answer, picked up a chess piece, and landed on the corner of the chessboard carelessly, like a nail, interrupting the condensation of the opponent's momentum.

Jiuzhou chess is different from the earth star, it is not a simple mental calculation and strategy change, but more of a collision of ideas.

The fall of each chess piece represents its own concept, how to build its own world while competing with each other in a limited chessboard through one chess piece after another, is the most interesting place in Jiuzhou chess.

Therefore, Li Haocheng's game with the Confucian scholar in front of him is actually a kind of discussion and exchange.

The Confucian on the other side saw that Li Haocheng did not respond for a long time, that is, he calmly pinched the chess pieces, the two of them played faster and faster, and the beads of sweat gradually appeared on the top of the Confucian head, and Li Haocheng was very calm in will, and finally Li Haocheng won the chess game with the advantage of half a goal.

"Your chess skills have improved again, I think that my chess skills have improved a lot recently, but I don't want you to still only beat me half an eye, it seems that the gap between you and me is still too big!" For he only lost half an eye, Confucian Sheng did not have the slightest joy, he sighed, put away the chess pieces that he left on the chessboard, and with the chess pieces that were polished and smooth like glass, they fell into the small stone bowl, and Confucius got up and prepared to leave, but before leaving, he still said more: "If you want, you can come to the academy to find me at any time." ”

After he left, Li Haocheng put away the chessboard and turned his head to look at the sky, at this time he was in a small town five hundred miles away from the capital of the Tang Dynasty, which was within the radiation range of the Tianzhu of the Tang Dynasty.

With the help of the power of the jade talisman Qingguang, Li Haocheng could see that the dragon qi in the sky was cloudy, and the majestic emperor power was crushing down, and the ordinary ghost fairy realm cultivators could not mobilize the slightest vitality in such an environment, even their own divine soul power could not leave the body, and even the physical strength was limited to a certain extent.

However, the power of the Hundred Schools of Sons is different, as a force that is also derived from humanity, the power of the Hundred Schools of Sons will not have a very serious conflict with the Dragon Qi Emperor.

Of course, this is also because I have not yet entered the shroud range of the Heavenly Pillar, if I go a few hundred miles further and completely enter the shroud range of the Datang Heavenly Pillar, even if I use the ether void method to simulate the Haoran Righteousness, the consumption of every moment will not be small, it is okay for a short time, but after a long time, it may not be able to support it. A trace of white light flashed in Li Haocheng's eyes, and the elegant ink fragrance around his body appeared, and words appeared in the faint white light, up and down, forming a prosperous article.

Half a year has passed since Li Haocheng came back from Fangcun Mountain, and after he left Taiyin Peak, he took the place of the identity of a non-existent Confucian Taoist cultivator Liu Yuanzong, and lived in seclusion in this town, studying Confucian classics for the sun and moon, figuring out the true meaning of Confucianism little by little, and minimizing the consumption of his own Taixu Dharma to simulate the mana of Confucianism and Taoism.

Take out the pen, ink and paper inkstone from the sleeve, put the best plum blossom paper on the stone table and spread it out, put the ink ingot into the inkstone, slowly grind the ink, pick up the wolf and dip it in the ink, and write with the pen.

The sound of jade percussion sounded, and then there were milky white Baohua blooming, the branches and leaves spread, the original elegant ink fragrance became more and more intense, and from all directions, any angle to look at the words written by Li Haocheng, you will feel that this word is facing you.

This is the three major visions of the realm of calligraphy, the sound of the pen, the wonderful pen and the natural nature of the words, representing Li Haocheng has reached the level of the third realm of calligraphy.

Of course, Li Haocheng was able to achieve this point in half a year, not only because of Li Haocheng's own talent, but also because he began to comprehend some Confucianism and Taoism.

As the saying goes, all things can enter the Tao, and there are many miscellaneous arts in the world, just because the people who study them have learned them in their bones and flesh and blood, and their every move is not in line with the principles of humanity, and they faintly shake the rules of heaven and earth, so as to sublimate the miscellaneous studies of the world into the hundred arts of cultivating the truth.

In the same way, some monks of the hundred schools have also evolved some wonderful abilities with the characteristics of their own sects because of their study of miscellaneous studies.

Among them, Confucianism is derived from the nine items of etiquette, music, archery, royal, calligraphy, mathematics, piano, chess, and painting, and according to its own doctrine, it derives the corresponding mental method, increases the combat ability of Confucian and Taoist monks, and according to the corresponding mental method, the corresponding means will be used, and the corresponding changes will be born.

Taking the book chosen by Li Haocheng as an example, the book here refers to calligraphy, and Confucianism and Taoism calligraphy have four major visions, namely the sound of the pen, the wonderful pen and flowers, the natural nature of the character and the dragon and snake of the pen.

There is no difference between high and low in the four visions themselves, but they are used to deal with different situations, and usually comprehending one vision is equivalent to one realm.

However, because the pen falls with sound and wonderful pen flowers, than the word bone and the pen walk dragon snake in the difficulty of comprehension, it is smaller, usually the monks of the first and second realms are pen sound and wonderful pen flowers, there are also some people who do not understand, thinking that the four realms are progressive.

"Bang! Bang! Good words! I have asked Yuanzong about the three uniques of calligraphy, painting and chess, and now it seems that the three uniques should be headed by books!" A young Confucian student in a white Confucian costume walked from not far away, he looked at Li Haocheng's words, and said with emotion: "The vision of the three lives is comparable to the three turns of the Haoran Realm, with Brother Liu's current age, it is not easy to reach this level!"

"Why does Wang Gongzi have time to come to me?" Li Haocheng smiled, the person in front of him was a side branch of the Taiyuan Wang family, named Wang Derun, just like the previous Confucian student, Li Haocheng was the two most 'top' characters he befriended under the identity of Liu Yuanzong, a Confucian cultivator.

But at this time, Li Haocheng didn't care much about Wang Derun, put away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, picked up a plate of uneaten snacks on the side, tore it up little by little, and threw it into the pond outside the pavilion.

"But I want to ask Brother Liu for a favor. Wang Derun didn't care about him, and bowed directly and said: "Brother Liu also knows that although I am a Confucian monk, I specialize in studying the scriptures, and the Mei Poetry Club is mainly based on poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. ”

"Will Mei Shi?" Li Haocheng repeated in a low voice.

Because of the existence of the Tang Tianzhu, within a radius of thousands of miles from the national capital, all immortals, gods, Buddhas and demons have been suppressed, and the closer they get to the national capital, the more powerful the suppression becomes, like where Li Haocheng is staying now, it has reached the level of demon extinction.

After the people live and work in peace and contentment, and their material needs are satisfied, they naturally have the idea of pursuing spiritual needs.

There are no hundreds of students who take advantage of the trend to establish academies and private schools in various small towns and villages within a thousand miles of the capital of the Tang Dynasty, recruiting ordinary people and imparting knowledge.

And some landlords and wealthy families, also because of their preference for elegance, and spend a lot of money to hold a variety of poetry meetings, the gold content of these poetry meetings who make the high and low uncertain, but also for many poor students to provide opportunities, some of the people in charge of the hundred schools of thought, but also pull out a few typical ones, to further stimulate the occurrence of this situation.

And Wang Derun's Mei Poetry Club was organized by his family, and it can also be called a medium-level poetry club near the capital of the Tang Dynasty.