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

Those people were strong and sharp, with their two temples raised high and could tell at a glance that they had a strong cultivation level and extraordinary strength.

Moreover, these people's arms are strong and powerful, with clear joints, and a thick layer of calluses on the tiger's mouth, which shows that they have been using swords for a long time and are obviously not good at using swords.

"Have you found it?"

The man in the head looked cold, and his eyes opened and closed, making people shine with cold light.

"Sir, I have found out clearly that the boy of the Chen family has indeed hid in the Confucian Temple. During this period, we have turned the entire capital upside down, but the only thing that has missed the Confucian Temple, who would have thought that he would actually hide here."

A killer next to him said, but the sound behind him became less and less.

The Confucian Temple has a special status. No matter which force is, no one is willing to provoke Confucianism unless necessary.

The consequence is no different from stabbing a hornet's nest.

"Sir, what should we do now? Do we still have to chase after you?"

"If we don't kill that kid and the superiors chase after it, we may not be able to escape, but if we break in and cause trouble for the second prince, we will even more..."

Another killer next to him said, looking embarrassed.

The assassin in the lead stood still, looking at the Confucian Temple that was close to him, his eyes were unstable.

How could he not understand these things? The current situation is death, and the advancement is probably death.

The half-grown boy had insignificant cultivation. When he really started to attack and rushed into the Confucian Temple, they could kill him like an ant.

But no one expected that this kid would be so cunning that he would force them to do it in this way.

"Everyone separates, act together, and put on a snail, and don't leave any scoundrels."

"As long as you act quickly and accurately enough, you will not leave any disaster!"

The assassin in charge pondered 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 glimmer of chance of success.

And if they don't take action, they will probably die.

In just a moment, the few people disappeared again like ghosts. When they appeared again, they were already disguised and modified, and changed their outfits and appeared in various directions outside the Confucian Temple.

There were many troops outside the Confucian Temple, but these assassins were extremely sophisticated that they all passed through the guards' alert without any noise.

"call out!"

Without any hesitation, an assassin suddenly jumped up and leaped into the Confucian Temple.

All of these assassins are top-notch experts, and the walls of the Confucian Temple cannot stop them at all.

However, in the dark, just as the assassin soared into the air, a sudden change emerged—

Boom, a huge force was extremely strong, and no one could resist, and suddenly under heavy pressure from the sky.

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

Before the assassin could react, he immediately felt that his powerful body was suppressed by a mysterious force and weakened sharply. However, in the blink of an eye, it fell from the bone and blood vein and fell all the way to the Qingqi realm of martial arts foundation building.

Literary!

The assassin was shocked and had long heard that many students gathered in the Confucian Temple and were full of literary energy, which would have a great impact on all other warriors.

However, the assassin did not expect that this suppression would be so serious. It was not just oppression, but it could not tolerate any other alien energy at all.

Bang!

With just a dull sound, the assassin fell from the air like a stone, in a very embarrassed posture.

"Who?!"

At this moment, a loud shout came, and the imperial guards guarding outside the Confucian Temple were also alarmed and quickly came towards this place.

The assassin was already scared by this bizarre experience. He dared not stay at this time and hurriedly fled out.

Almost as the assassin escaped, several other assassins also looked embarrassed and fled in panic in other directions.

However, Chen Shaojun was unaware of all this, and his mind was completely focused on improving his literary spirit.

The classics in the library were strictly restricted from low to high, but when Chen Shaojun reached seven liters of literary talent, many books in the library were opened to him.

The books Chen Shaojun read today are completely different from those before.

"Qingyi"!

This is a book that emphasizes etiquette. The so-called knowledge of etiquette and then knowing the meaning of Spring and Autumn, then you can read the classics and history.

Etiquette is the only way for all Confucian high-level Confucian scriptures. Only by understanding etiquette can one be qualified to read the works of various philosophers.

Master Confucius said that people do not know etiquette, which is no different from animals.

This book only has more than a dozen pages, but it is the most profound and longest book that Chen Shaojun has read.

Chen Shaojun spent almost word by word to ponder and study.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion. Although "Yi Li" is very difficult and obscure, Chen Shaojun feels that it is not that difficult to understand, just like a famous teacher giving advice.

Whenever Chen Shaojun encounters problems, a flash of inspiration appears in his mind and suddenly he understands the meaning of the sentence.

It is not a simple understanding, but a real understanding and mastery.

Chen Shaojun originally thought it would take four hours to read this book "Yi Li", but in fact it was an hour ahead of time.

When Chen Shaojun read the last page and put down the book, he banged, and in the dark, Chen Shaojun's mind was shocked. The literary atmosphere in his mind rose and broke through another layer in an instant.

Eight liters of literary spirit!

In an instant, Chen Shaojun's mental power increased significantly, and it poured out of his body like flowing water.

When Chen Shaojun's mental power flowed out of his body six times, a strange feeling suddenly surged into his heart.

Rumbled, and in the dark, a surging wave was endless, rushing from above, fusing with the mental power pouring out of Chen Shaojun.

It's just that unlike the waves, the energy is extremely warm, and it blends with Chen Shaojun's mental power, just like rivers and seas.

Literary!

Chen Shaojun's heart moved and he immediately understood.

The energy that surges towards me and integrates with my spiritual power is the literary spirit that is everywhere in the Confucian Temple.

At this moment, Chen Shaojun and the literary atmosphere above the entire Confucian Temple merged into one.

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

"It's the reason for this book!"

Chen Shaojun's heart moved and suddenly realized.

Normally, if you break through to eight liters of literary energy, your mental power will increase significantly, but you will not be able to communicate with the literary energy that is everywhere above the Confucian Temple.

At this moment, Chen Shaojun's heart moved, and in a peaceful sea of ​​literary atmosphere, Chen Shaojun felt several strange auras.

"It's murderous intent!"

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

Chen Shaojun is just connected with the ocean of literary energy above, and does not control the energy of literary energy. Normally, it is impossible to perceive it so sharply, but those auras are full of murderous intent and are incompatible with the peaceful aura of the Confucian Temple, just like the ink marks on white paper, extremely eye-catching.

Those murderous auras were scattered around the Confucian Temple. They seemed to be scruples and did not dare to enter the Confucian Temple rashly, but at the same time they were reluctant to leave.

"My whereabouts were exposed, they came for me!"

A light flashed in Chen Shaojun's eyes, and his expression suddenly became much more serious.

There are scholars in the Confucian Temple, and there is no dispute with the outside world. If you think about it carefully, their goal may only be themselves.

Although Chen Shaojun never thought of getting rid of them forever from the beginning, he did not expect that the other party would react so quickly and find himself through clues so quickly.

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

"I can hide for a while, but I can't hide for a lifetime. Sooner or later, I have to find a way to overcome this level."

Despite feeling the heavy pressure, Chen Shaojun had no intention of retreating at all.

At this moment, Chen Shaojun's heart was filled with thoughts one after another.

Buzz!

At this moment, without any signs, the sea of ​​literary energy above the Confucian Temple suddenly surged, pressing away towards the murderous aura outside the Confucian Temple wall.

At the same time, just in the center of the Confucian Temple, two places not far apart, Chen Shaojun also clearly felt two huge and pure thoughts. Compared with Chen Shaojun's mental power, these two thoughts are much stronger, like steel and iron, with awesome spirit, and can even directly affect the literary spirit above the Confucian Temple.

"He is the Master and the Great Confucian in the Confucian Temple!"

Chen Shaojun's mind flashed and he immediately understood.

In addition to the thick sea of ​​literary energy above the Confucian Temple, there are probably the two Wendao elders in the Confucian Temple. For a moment, Chen Shaojun felt a lot more relaxed, at least for a short time he had no life.

Outside the Confucian Temple, the assassins were also frightened and chose to give in to the vast ocean of literary energy. Several flashes quickly disappeared into Chen Shaojun's sense.

Chen Shaojun could only press down on his thoughts, pick up the book in his hand and continue reading.

Now he is humble and has very limited things to do. The most urgent thing is to reach a dou of literary energy as soon as possible and break through to the blood and blood vein.

Time passed slowly, and the killers continued to appear and disappeared, as if they were unwilling to give up. However, a few days later, it seemed that they knew that there was no hope of assassination, and those auras completely disappeared and never appeared again.

However, Chen Shaojun knew that these people had never gone far.

In the blink of an eye, several more days passed.

The breeze blew through the window, rolled up the scriptures in front of the boy, and turned the pages of the boy's hand into a rustling sound.

Huh, at the desk, Chen Shaojun breathed a sigh of relief and slowly covered the pages in his hand.

"It is indeed difficult to improve the way of literary and artistic development. After the literary energy reaches the peak of eight liters, my literary energy has been unable to grow for a long time and it is difficult to break through nine liters, let alone a dou of literary energy."
Chapter completed!