As for the martial arts association, only the Confucian monks who performed well would be admitted to the academy, and no matter how strong the rest of the Dao was, it would be useless, at most they could communicate with each other.

Although He Miaomiao has seen a lot of jade slips, if she wants to participate in the literary meeting, most of them can't even solve the questions of entering the venue, and the martial arts will be more attractive to her.

The strength of Confucian cultivation is generally not strong, and it lacks the ruthlessness of fighting to the death, and the fighting method really can't take any advantage, and those who dare to participate in the martial arts meeting must be the best among their peers, but for the rest of the Dao, it is still a little insufficient.

Most of the people went to the ring with a long insight, and no one really wanted to compete with Confucianism. It's normal to win, there's nothing to be proud of, and it's a shame to lose home, so the martial arts of the Haotian Realm have always been very kind.

Everything is an exception, of course, there are people in Confucianism who are not weaker than outsiders, but these people are often the evil Confucians and pseudo-Confucians in everyone's mouth.

Under the guise of Confucianism and Taoism, one of them distorts the truth of the scriptures and uses the meaning of distorted interpretation as an excuse to do evil things; the other does not understand the Confucian classics, but pretends to be unfathomable, preaches with a hypocritical countenance, forgets righteousness in the face of profit, and sees the wind to steer the rudder, which is completely opposite to the true Confucianism and Taoism.

Most of these two kinds of monks are martial arts and light literature, and they attach more importance to strength and interests, and at first glance they are somewhat similar to foreign Taoists, but they are not nondescript because they have pulled the tiger skin of Confucianism and Taoism.

There is also a disgusting kind of rotten Confucianism, who only knows how to read and does not know how to be flexible, and has a kind of paranoid pursuit of Confucianism and Taoism, believing that foreign monks are villains and should not be in the company of them.

Also because of the origin of Confucianism, the initiators were all ordinary men, and they still don't like women to practice Confucianism.

But this kind of monk strength is average, and it is rare to encounter them in martial arts, but it is a literary meeting, and their shadow can be seen in every arena.

The two Confucian cultivators He Miaomiao had come into contact with were very modest and polite, and he couldn't think of what these three kinds of monks would look like at all.

The scenery outside the window changed quickly, and after a while, Lingzhou passed a few more peaks, and seeing the night falling, He Miaomiao closed the window, got up and came to the quiet room separated from the room, and began to practice daily.

The Gathering Array in the upper cabin is relatively high-level, with sufficient and balanced aura, and there are incense burners and incense sticks on the small table in front of the cushion for the monks to use when meditating.

She has the "Yuan Shi Tao Sutra" as an aid, and she never needs to burn incense when she meditates normally, and she sits cross-legged and meditates silently for a while, and soon calms down and enters the state.

Spiritual power continued to flow out of the golden pill, and together with the aura that had just entered the body, it was running in the meridians.

......

January passed in a hurry, and the spirit boat arrived in the city late at night, and the square where the flying boat was stationed was huge, and countless words were engraved on the ground.

Some can be connected into poems and articles, and some are just a single word, and if you look at it for a while, you will only feel dizzy. When it comes to the Jindan period, there will be a sense of knowing the sea and being in a clear state of mind.

"It's wonderful, I've seen these words and phrases in books, and I didn't feel anything at the time, and the people who thought about writing them were all scholars or great Confucians. ”

Zishen walked in front, moving very slowly step by step, Shi Ling, who was a few steps behind, rubbed his head and explained: "The books that the predecessors read are mostly the versions copied by the store, the characters are different, the realm is different, and the effect is not the same. ”

He Miaomiao walked at the end, and when she heard his words, she was relieved, "No wonder everyone's works are extremely precious, most of them add their own understanding when writing, if the younger generations have a sense of commonality, it will be of great help." ”

"The senior is right. There are a lot of insights contained in it, but it's a pity that my cultivation is too low, and if I keep an eye on it, it will hurt my mind. Shi Ling didn't dare to look at it more, only occasionally glanced at it, feeling the heroic righteousness overflowing between the lines.

There are many people in the square who wander while walking like them, especially the Confucian cultivators who have just arrived here, from the enlightenment period to the infancy period, and their experiences are different.

The three of them stopped all the way, and when they went down the steps of the square, the heroic righteousness that lingered around them suddenly dissipated, and the rich aura in the city came with the fragrance of ink, and there was another sense of freshness.

There are countless lights in the sky high in the city, converging into a spectacular picture of mountains and rivers, and the faint yellowing light is sprinkled, and every corner of the entire city is as bright as day.

The streets are extremely wide, the green tiles and white buildings on both sides are taller than Qujiang City, and the wine shops and tea shops along the river occasionally hear tunes, and the female voices singing are extremely light and spiritual, which makes people think intoxicated.

"Let's go take a look?" He Miaomiao saw the brilliant lights on the other side, and heard the laughter and laughter, so she became interested.

Zishen's scattered spiritual breath has been able to converge, and the retreat in January has stabilized the realm a lot, seeing that He Miaomiao wants to go, he quickly nodded in agreement.

Shi Ling was a little shy when he heard this, and looked at the other bank with the sparkling river, and after a moment of entanglement, he still followed with a red face.

Walking across the bluestone bridge, I came to the Yunmeng Pavilion, which looked the most lively, and was welcomed into the hall by a foundation building consummation Taoist cultivator, and I couldn't see the empty table at a glance.

"The seats below are full, so let's go upstairs, please. The monk who greeted the guests smiled, and introduced while leading the way, "There is a drunken moon fairy appearing today, there are many guests here, the three of them are lucky, there is an elegant room upstairs, and the window is facing the stage below." ”

This monk saw a lot of people, and he didn't look at his clothes, but only by his momentum and eyes, and he knew who was really a spirit stone and who was pretending.

The three people in front of him, not to mention the two Jindan periods, are children in the spirit gathering period, and they are only curious and shy, without embarrassment, and they are by no means people who can't afford to consume.

Treating such a guest, he never mentioned the matter of the spirit stone, no matter whether the table could be set up downstairs or not, he just brought it to the best compartment upstairs.

Seeing that the compartment was spacious and bright, the formation was high-level, and the view was excellent, the three of them were very satisfied, and the little monk looked at their faces well, so he said the price. Two hundred medium-grade spirit stones contain spirit wine, spiritual food and spirit fruits, which are much more expensive than twenty medium-grade spirit stones on a table in the hall.

But as long as it is a compartment with good secrecy, it is more expensive than a place to sit together, and the compartment with a view that is not as good as this place will also cost one hundred and fifty medium-grade spirit stones.

For an alchemist, this spirit stone is really nothing, and every time He Miaomiao goes out to practice, the harvest is not small. She happily paid the spirit stone, beckoned the two to sit down, leaned against the window and waited for the opening.

Zishen was more interested in wine, food and spiritual fruits, and ate silently, Shi Ling rarely went out, and this kind of place was the first time to come back, staring at the table timidly for a while, and then looking down curiously.

When the drunken moon fairy, who was touted by the leading monks, appeared, many monks in the audience were amazed, but He Miaomiao was only frightened.

Her eyes widened, she looked at the people in the audience in a daze, and said in a low voice: "How did she become a dancing girl?"