Amid the crowd's discussion, Song Anqi took a lotus step and walked slowly to the side, waiting quietly.

Like everyone else, she kept watching Li Xiang for insights.

"Tianwu Academy is originally one of the strongest branches in our Bailu Academy. If you can enter and become a lecturer, you will get the capital to be promoted to a great scholar."

"This time the insight is crucial. If Senior Brother Li Xiang's insights are less than Senior Sister Song's, I'm afraid he will fall into a bad position this time."

As everyone was talking, Li Xiang suddenly picked up his pen and began to write on the cloth in front of him.

"Look, Senior Brother Li Xiang has started writing."

"It's so fast, I don't know how many insights he can write this time."

Many Confucian scholars watching around him widened their eyes and wanted to see how much Li Xiang could understand.

Confucian scholars who can enter Bailu Academy have solid foundations.

I saw Li Xiang writing and quickly left rows of dense words on the cloth.

One hundred words.

Two hundred words.

"It's three hundred words, Senior Brother Li Xiang's insights have surpassed Senior Sister Song!"

Many people secretly glanced at Song Anqi, but saw that the other party still had a calm look, as if everything that happened in front of them had nothing to do with her.

The sage's insights are not written randomly.

The book of saints in front of me does not contain actual words, but records a divine thought of the saint.

The sensor needs to rely on his own strength to understand things from the saint's divine thoughts and record them.

If the great scholars see through it and write it randomly, then they will not be driven out of Bailu Academy directly. Not only will they lose the qualification to continue practicing here, but they will also be discredited and their hearts of Tao will be damaged.

Li Xiang wrote quickly, and in less than a moment, a thousand words of insight was written.

Immediately, Li Xiang gradually stopped writing.

"I finally stopped writing. I wonder if Senior Brother Li Xiang has fully realized the saint's classics." Everyone couldn't help but stretched their necks.

Li Xiang stood up, looked at the perception in his hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Senior Brother Li Xiang, you..." a Confucian scholar walked over and asked.

Li Xiang raised his head proudly and shook the cloth on his hand: "I have already realized all the saint's classics."

What!

Everyone was shocked. They never thought that Li Xiang had such ability.

"I remembered that the dean and several great scholars' feelings were only as many as a thousand words."

"Senior Brother Li Xiang's ability to perceive is actually comparable to that of the great scholars. His current realm is probably unimaginable."

Many people cast envious eyes on Li Xiang.

Li Xiang looked at Song Anqi as if provocatively: "Junior Sister Song, it seems that your understanding of sages is not enough. When you have time, read more books."

Song Anqi said lightly: "Then congratulations."

Her calm attitude was as if she regarded Li Xiang as air.

Li Xiang snorted coldly, obviously very dissatisfied with Song Anqi's attitude.

Squeak!

At this moment, the gate of Guanchaoju was suddenly pushed open.

A white-haired scholar slowly walked out from inside and looked at everyone: "Have you written all the insights of the saint's classics?"

Everyone looked at each other, and many Confucian scholars showed a look of ashamed expression on their faces.

They claimed to have read thousands of articles, but they didn't expect to actually see the saint's scriptures, but they didn't even write down a trace of their feelings.

"Teacher, this is my insight." Song Anqi respectfully delivered a paper.

The great scholar took the paper, glanced at it, nodded and said, "Yes, although the scriptures you have learned are somewhat missing, they generally have no deviation. You can enter the Guanchao House and observe the remains of the saints."
Chapter completed!