Just when Chen Shaojun was concentrating on reading, he didn't know that outside the high courtyard wall of the Temple of Literature, the wind was stirring, and in the blink of an eye, several figures suddenly appeared nearby.

Those people were sturdy, their breath was fierce, and their temples were high and bulging, and they knew at a glance that their cultivation was strong and their strength was extraordinary.

Moreover, these people have strong and powerful arms, distinct bone joints, and a thick layer of cocoons on the tiger's mouth, indicating that they have been using swords for a long time, and they are obviously not good people.

"Did you find it?"

The man at the head had a cold expression, and his eyes were shining with cold light between opening and closing, making people shudder.

"Lord Hui, I have already found out clearly, that kid from the Chen family did hide in the Temple of Literature, during this time we have turned the entire Jingshi upside down, but only the Temple of Literature was missed, who would have thought that he would actually hide here. ”

A killer next to him said, but the voice behind him was getting quieter and quieter.

The Temple of Literature has a special status, and no matter which force it is, no one wants to provoke Confucianism unless it is necessary.

The consequences are no different from stabbing a hornet's nest.

"My lord, what now? Are we going to chase after us?"

"If we don't kill that kid and track it down from above, I'm afraid none of us will be able to shirk it, but if we rush in and cause trouble for the second prince, we will be even more ......"

Another killer next to him said, looking embarrassed.

The Assassin at the head stood still, looking at the Temple of Literature close at hand, his eyes uncertain.

How could he not understand these things, the current situation is death when retreating, and I am afraid that entering is also death.

That half-grown boy, whose cultivation is insignificant, really moved his hands and rushed into the Temple of Literature, they could pinch him to death like an ant.

It's just that no one thought that this kid would be so cunning, and in this way, he put them together.

"Separate, move together, keep your hands and feet sharp, put on a scarf, and don't leave your feet. ”

"As long as you act fast enough and sharp enough, you won't leave a disaster!"

The assassin led by him groaned for a long time, gritted his teeth, and said viciously.

Although Confucianism is not easy to provoke, as long as you are careful enough, you will eventually have a chance of success.

And if they don't, they're afraid they'll die.

In just a moment, several people disappeared again like ghosts, and when they reappeared, they were already disguised and modified, changed their outfits, and appeared in various directions outside the Temple of Literature.

The Temple of Literature was heavily guarded, but the Assassins were so sophisticated that they passed through the guards without a word.

"Whew!"

Without the slightest hesitation, one of the Assassins leapt to his feet and leaped towards the Temple of Literature.

These assassins were all top-notch fighters, and the walls of the Temple of Literature could not stop them at all.

However, in the dark, at the moment when the assassin rose into the air, a mutation protruded—

Boom, a huge force to the yang to the strong, Pei Mo can't be, suddenly from the sky heavy pressure.

Not only that, but almost at the same time, an invisible force surged from all directions, surging into the assassin's body.

Before the assassin could react, he immediately felt that the majestic power in his body was suppressed by a mysterious force, and he weakened sharply, but in the blink of an eye, he actually fell from the veins of bone and blood, and fell all the way to the Qing Qi realm of the foundation of the martial arts.

Gentleness!

The assassin was shocked, he had long heard that the many students in the Temple of Literature were gathered, and the literary aura was full, which would have a great suppressive effect on all other martial artists.

It's just that this assassin didn't expect that this suppression would be so severe, this is not just oppression, but completely incompatible with any other xenomorphic energy.

Bang!

With a dull sound, the assassin fell like a stone from the sky, and his posture was awkward.

"Who?!"

At this time, a burst of loud shouts came, and the forbidden army guarding outside the Temple of Literature was also alarmed, and quickly came here.

The assassin had already been frightened by this bizarre experience, and dared to stay at this time, and hurriedly fled outside.

Almost at the same time that this Assassin fled, several other Assassins in other directions also looked embarrassed and fled in panic.

However, Chen Shaojun didn't know anything about all this, and his mind was completely focused on improving his style.

The classics in the library are strictly limited in style from low to high, but when Chen Shaojun reaches the seventh liter of literacy, many books in the library are open to him.

The books Chen Shaojun reads today are completely different from those he used to read.

"Etiquette"!

This is a book that pays attention to etiquette, the so-called knowledge of etiquette, and then the righteousness of the Spring and Autumn Period, before you can read the history of the scriptures.

Etiquette is the only way for all high-level Confucian scriptures, and only those who have passed the etiquette are qualified to read the works of Zhuzi.

Master Confucius said that people do not know etiquette, and they are no different from animals.

This book is only a dozen pages, but it is the most profound and time-consuming book Chen Shaojun has ever read.

Chen Shaojun spent time figuring out and studying almost word by word.

I don't know if it's an illusion, although "Etiquette" is very difficult and obscure, Chen Shaojun feels that it is not so difficult for him to understand, as if there is a famous teacher on the side.

Whenever Chen Shaojun encountered a problem, there would always be a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he suddenly understood the meaning of that sentence.

It's not a simple understanding, it's a real comprehension, a mastery.

Chen Shaojun originally thought that it would take him four hours to read through this "Etiquette", but in fact, it was a full hour in advance.

When Chen Shaojun read the last page and put down the book, boom, in the dark, Chen Shaojun's mind shook violently, and the literary spirit in his mind rose, and he broke through one layer again in an instant.

Eight liters of style!

Suddenly, Chen Shaojun's spiritual power increased significantly, pouring out of his body like flowing water.

When Chen Shaojun's spiritual power flowed out of his body six times, a strange feeling suddenly came to his heart.

Boom, in the dark, a turbulent wave was endless, surging from overhead, and fused with Chen Shaojun's pouring spiritual power.

It's just that unlike the waves, that energy is extremely warm, and it blends with Chen Shaojun's spiritual power, just like a river and the sea.

Gentleness!

Chen Shaojun's heart moved, and he suddenly understood.

The energy that surged towards oneself and fused with one's spiritual power was the ubiquitous Wenqi above the Temple of Literature.

At this moment, Chen Shaojun merged with the literary atmosphere above the entire Confucian Temple.

Even the "Commentary on the Book" in Chen Shaojun's body trembled and echoed each other.

"It's the reason for this book!"

Chen Shaojun's heart moved, and he suddenly had a kind of enlightenment.

Under normal circumstances, breaking through to the eighth liter of Wenqi, the spiritual power will increase significantly, but it is not enough to be able to communicate with the ubiquitous Wenqi above the Temple of Literature.

At this time, Chen Shaojun's heart moved, and in a sea of peaceful culture, Chen Shaojun felt several strange breaths.

"It's murderous!"

Chen Shaojun raised his head and suddenly looked in the direction of the outside of the Confucian Temple, and his expression became solemn.

Chen Shaojun is just connected with the ocean of literary qi in the sky, not controlling the cultural energy, under normal circumstances, it is impossible to perceive so keenly, but those few breaths are full of murderous intent, and they are incompatible with the peaceful aura of the Confucian Temple, just like ink on white paper, extremely eye-catching.

Those murderous auras were scattered all over the Temple of Literature, looking scruples, and they didn't dare to enter the Temple of Literature rashly, but at the same time, they lingered.

"My whereabouts have been exposed, they are coming at me!"

Chen Shaojun's eyes flashed, and his expression suddenly became much more solemn.

The Temple of Literature is full of scholars, and there is no dispute with the outside world, and if you think about it carefully, their goal can only be themselves.

Although Chen Shaojun never thought that he could get rid of them permanently from the beginning, he didn't expect the other party's reaction to be so quick and find himself through clues so quickly.

In an instant, a strong sense of crisis surged in Chen Shaojun's heart.

"If you can hide for a while, you can't hide for a lifetime, and sooner or later you have to find a way to get through. ”

Despite feeling the heavy pressure, Chen Shaojun did not have the slightest intention of backing down.

At this moment, Chen Shaojun's heart was up and down, thinking a lot.

Airplanes!

At this moment, without the slightest warning, the sea of literary qi above the Temple of Literature suddenly surged, and the murderous aura outside the walls of the Temple of Literature was layered on top of each other, overpressing away.

At the same time, in the very center of the Temple of Literature, not far from each other, Chen Shaojun also clearly felt two vast and pure thoughts, compared to Chen Shaojun's spiritual power, these two thoughts are much stronger, like steel and iron, majestic and awe-inspiring, and can even directly affect the literary atmosphere above the Temple of Literature.

"It's the master and the great Confucian in the Temple of Literature!"

Chen Shaojun had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he suddenly understood.

What can make these killers hesitate is not only the thick sea of literature above the Temple of Literature, but also the two elders of Wendao sitting in the Temple of Literature, for a while, Chen Shaojun's heart relaxed a lot, at least for a short time, he was not in danger of his life.

Outside the Temple of Literature, the assassins were also frightened, and they all chose to retreat in front of the vast sea of literary qi, and quickly disappeared into Chen Shaojun's induction in a few flickeres.

And Chen Shaojun could only press the thought in his heart, picked up the book in his hand and continued to read.

Now his strength is humble, and what he can do is very limited, and the top priority is to reach the Wenqi fight as soon as possible and break through to the vein of bone and blood.

Time passed slowly, and the killers kept appearing and disappearing, seemingly unwilling to give up. However, after a few days, as if knowing that the assassination was hopeless, those few breaths completely disappeared and never appeared again.

However, Chen Shaojun knew that these people definitely did not go far.

In the blink of an eye, another few days passed.

The breeze blew through the window, rolled up the scriptures in front of the young man, and turned the pages of the book in the young man's hand with a rattling sound.

Whew, in front of the desk, Chen Shaojun breathed a long sigh of relief and slowly closed the pages in his hand.

"The path of Wendao is really difficult to improve, after the Wenqi reaches the peak of the eight ascensions, my Wenqi has not been able to grow for a long time, and it is difficult to break through the nine liters, let alone the Wenqi fight. ”

Sighing softly, Chen Shaojun's sword eyebrows couldn't help frowning deeply, although he had long known that the path of Wendao was different from the path of martial arts, and it was not something that could be easily improved by hard work, but the situation in front of him still made Chen Shaojun feel slightly tricky.