Small courtyard room.

Gu Yusheng stroked thousands of books with his hand and was gradually gathering the Wen Palace, but his Wen Palace was different from other students of the Holy Academy, and was not as tall as the academy.

Instead, it appeared in the shape of a sword box. His understanding of all the words was ultimately blessed on the Wengong sword box. From a distance, it looked like a sword monument.

night.

Gu Yusheng's literary palace is bright and growing, rushing out of the small courtyard in the forest, reflecting the moon and echoing the stars.

Mr. Six, who was drinking by the stream, looked novel. She glanced at Mo Wanyun, whose heart was all over Gu Yusheng, and asked:

"The fifteenth junior brother lost his father at a young age. Even if his father left thousands of books and no one could give him guidance, it would be difficult to form a literary palace. Junior sister, did the fifteenth junior brother also study when he was in Qingyun Sect?"

Mo Wanyun's eyes were bright, and he stared at Wengong, who was like a white jade sword box in the sky, and his face turned slightly red.

"When I first met him, he could write good calligraphy, but he only practiced swords. Later, for several months, we practiced together on the back mountain of Taohua Xiaofeng. I read, he practiced swords. Occasionally, he would read what books I read, and I would recite some saint classics for him."

"That's not enough to condense the Wen Palace."

Chu Lige shook his head and said.

"He can."

Mo Wanyun said with a positive look on his face.

"It has nothing to do with the length of his study, as long as he wants, it's OK."

Chu Lige looked at Mo Wanyun seriously.

He no longer worries about this matter, but said: "So his Wen Palace is completely separated from the Confucian cultivation system, and does not build a building with literature, but cast a box with literature."

"He is very persistent in swords."

Mo Wanyun stood up with a little recollection in his eyes.

"I have been in Qingyun Sect for three years, and I can see him going to see the sword in front of the Demon-Suppressing Monument almost every day, so it is not surprising that he uses Wen Palace as his sword box."

Mo Wanyun and Chu Lige were talking.

Suddenly, the Wen Palace, which Gu Yusheng gathered, was actually reflected in the stars in the sky. The stars in the sky gathered into a white light and fell violently, and the entire Zhanlong Mountain became bright and bright.

The three swords in the sword dojo echo each other with Gu Yusheng's condensed Wengong sword box.

Every sword squeaked.

"Sword Gall!"

Chu Lige looked unbelievable.

"Fifteenth junior brother actually condensed his literary gall into a sword gall!"

The next moment.

Chu Lige suddenly thought of something and said solemnly: "Little Junior Sister, please protect me, and I will help my fifteenth Junior Brother to clean his sword courage."

Chu Lige sat cross-legged on the ground.

Take Jiaoweiqin out from behind and leans across in front of her.

Zheng!

Chu Lige plucked the strings of the piano.

Her Nascent Soul flew out of her body, and she saw her holding the guqin with her Nascent Soul, floating up and landing in the sword dojo.

Buzz.

Five-finger fluctuating guqin.

The sound of the piano suddenly became full of solemn and murderous aura.

The sound waves swung in all directions like ripples.

The first magic sound collided with the three swords condensed by Gu Yusheng.

Three swords rotated each other.

Three-Cai Sword Formation is activated.

The sword energy is strong.

It cancels out with the magic sound.

The second wave of magic sound comes again.

The sword energy swayed slightly, and it was once again inspiring the demon voice.

In the process of mutual excitement, Gu Yusheng's condensed Wengong sword box became brighter and brighter. The white aura falling from the sky hidden the power of the stars and penetrated into his divine sea little by little.

The sword box echoes the three condensed swords that Gu Yusheng has.

Compete with the magic sound.

Because Gu Yusheng's Wen Palace was first established, his talent and talent were fixed. Now he has turned into a box and is still in the beginning of chaos. At this moment, he has sparked the stars in the sky and there are thousands of strange phenomena.

Although Chu Lige used the sound of the piano to cover most of the celestial phenomena.

But it still caused the bells of the entire holy courtyard to be heard.

For a moment.

Nearly ten thousand Confucian practitioners who were still attending the literary association in the Holy Academy were all shocked by the Wen Palace and their talents resonated with each other.

Having not yet condensed my literary courage, I suddenly felt that the talent between heaven and earth fell from the sky, and the vast energy continued to flow out from the palace of literature.

The one who has already condensed the literary courage, when the talent in the sky has fallen, the literary courage is refined, but during this refining process, it seems that there is an invisible sword constantly approaching the Wen Palace.

The great scholar Mo Fanchen first noticed the strange phenomena caused by the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, and said to Chun Lei: "Don't be at the seat, be calm and keep your mind and do not have any false thoughts!"

"yes."

The students of the Holy Academy did as they did.

They cultivated the Confucian spirit and practiced together. Soon, with the spirit of the Holy Academy, they condensed a new storm of talent, rising little by little, and the bright moon and stars in the sky were extremely bright.

A pillar of talent fell on the Tianshu Pavilion.

In the Heavenly Book Pavilion, a golden book can be seen vaguely bright.

The shadows of the Bodhi tree sway.

A sacred voice sprinkled from the sky towards the Holy Courtyard, Jingting Mountain.

It's the voice of the Master:

[The Tao can be told, it is extraordinary; the name can be called, it is extraordinary.]

[Nothing is called the beginning of heaven and earth; there is called the mother of all things.]

[Therefore, I always have nothing, and I want to see its wonder; if I always have something, I want to see its consequences.]

When the sacred voice reaches the Holy Academy.

Li Jingyuan, Li Muzhi, Mo Fanchen, Tian Xingyan, Xiao Qinse, Ren Xiaoyao, Lu Guan and other great scholars sat respectfully and listened to the sound of the great way.

They are already great scholars above the eighth level, and the Wen Palace has been established.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

The literary courage is either as tough as plants or as hard as stubborn stones, which is used to distinguish between each other's small realms.

At this moment, under the influence of the saint's direct voice.

The noble aura in their literary palace entangles themselves, with different thicknesses and colors.

The paths of understanding of scholars who practice Confucianism and Taoism are also different. Among them, the grand auras of Mo Fanchen and Li Jingyuan are both golden. Li Muzhi, Tian Xingyan, Xiao Qinse, and Ren Xiaoyao are silver. Lu Guan, who has no cultivation, is a great scholar who has traveled all over the world and educated all over the world. The grand aura of his body is actually golden.

He did not condense the palace of literature, nor did he have the courage to be literary.

But under the Master's holy voice, his literary palace and literary gallbladder were integrated into one and finally combined with his body.

Fall away the body!

His body is like ink!

Entering the Nine Realms.

Become the only gentleman and great scholar in the Holy Academy!

And this phenomenon of breaking through oneself is not just in the Sixth Arts Academy.

It happened in Baijia Hall, Wentian Palace, Taixu Palace, Wangchuan Pavilion, etc.

Two Jingting Mountains.

Talents and abilities are interconnected, just like the cycle of yin and yang, you have me and I have you.

The Demon-Slaying Cultural Society has come to an end.

The practitioners in the world plan to set off after dawn to leave the Holy Academy.

A sudden shocking vision in the Holy Courtyard.

Let these practitioners look up one after another.

For them.
To be continued...