"To have such cultivation at such a young age, and to have such an astute mind, is really terrifying. I am afraid that only General Tiele can deal with him. Third Young Master has always been headstrong. I am afraid he will not believe what I say."
"It's just a matter of loyalty and entrustment. I will give you some advice no matter what. As for whether you can succeed or not, it depends on fate."
Huang Su sighed deeply as he thought about it, walked to the desk, picked up the pen, spread out a piece of paper and started writing a letter.
At this time, Huang Su began to regret that he had been transferred to Langya County. The imperial court had rules and regulations, and once an official was present, he could not move around.
He can only stay in Langya County and cannot go anywhere.
…
Coming out of the General's Mansion, the spring breeze blew on his body, which made him feel very comfortable. Yang Ji raised his head and felt that the sun was slightly dazzling his eyes.
"Cry da da!"
The sound of clattering horse hoofs reached his ears. Yang Ji raised his eyes and saw a war horse galloping away from the street not far away.
The knight on the war horse was fully clothed, with a banner stuck on his back, fluttering like a flag. A loud voice resounded through the sky:
"...According to the general's order, the strict prohibition order has been lifted. All corpse plagues have been cleaned up. From now on, everyone can go their own way and restore it as before."
The clatter of horse hooves gradually faded away, and one horse after another galloped from Langya City in all directions, the sound lingering in the void.
Months of cleanup work have finally been completed, and all the corpses of underworld creatures have been cleaned up.
Yang Ji looked at the clear sky with a smile on his face, as if he had fulfilled a huge wish. "If you know you can't do it, do it; if you know you can do it, don't do it." He wrote from Wanfenling to the pen of benevolence and righteousness.
My wish finally came true at this moment.
A thorough understanding of the disasters in the underworld. Yang Ji's last opportunity was finally achieved.
"Boom!"
A stream of clear blue literary energy turned into a pillar of light and soared into the sky from Yang Ji's head. Yang Ji's soul immediately expanded like a tide. Within a hundred feet around him, a strong wind blew away the clothes on Yang Ji's body.
The hunting robe makes a sound.
This new-born literary spirit was invisible and shapeless. The traffickers and soldiers around him were astonished and couldn't see it. They looked at each other and didn't know what was going on.
Only in the official residences in various places in Langya City, a civil servant suddenly stood up and looked at the place where Yang Jiwen's anger arose, with a look of shock on his face.
"This literary spirit, this literary spirit...this is a literary scholar!"
"Our Langya County actually gave birth to a literary scholar. After the demise of Wen Dao, the Han Dynasty actually had its first literary scholar!"
…
An old civil servant who was over seventy years old and had a white beard pointed at the place where the literary energy emerged with trembling fingers. He rolled his eyes and fainted with excitement.
In the world, there are many old civil servants with high moral standards and strong literary spirit. But none of them are so orthodox and pure.
Even those who took the Wen Xiucai Examination and stood out were not so good. That was completely the difference between Yinghuo and Haoyue.
The thoughts are upright and transformed into literary spirit. Such narratives only exist in Confucian classics, records of ancient literary talents.
I didn’t expect that such orthodox literary talents would appear in modern times!
This is a major event that shocked the world’s literary world!
…
At this time, Yang Ji didn't know what was going on in the government offices at all, or if he knew, he didn't care about it. Yang Ji's thoughts were all in the top of his head.
"Hahaha……"
Yang Ji laughed loudly. His heart was full of joy.
From Wen Tongsheng to Wen Xiucai, this small step is a huge difference between heaven and earth. He can feel that his soul power and spiritual power are increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his perception ability is also increasing. Jie Ba Sheng. Yang Ji's consciousness communicated with the "Book of Great Confucianism" between his eyebrows. You can clearly see that on the huge title page, the original handwriting was erased, and a new line of writing appeared on the "Book of Great Confucianism":
"Yang Ji."
"Level of Literary Qi: Scholar (initially proficient in liberal arts)."
"The level of borrowing that can be read: scholar level."
"Attachment: Working hard and integrating knowledge and action are the basic conditions for becoming a 'literary scholar'."
…
Later, new content finally appeared in "The Book of Great Confucianism". After the original "Enlightenment", "Young Learning", "Zhizhang", "Asking for Rites", "Zhiyi" and other ancient Confucian and Taoist chapters, Some new articles appear.
In Yang Ji's eyes, every word in these new chapters is full of rich literary spirit. Compared with the original articles, they are completely on a new level.
On the last page of "The Book of Great Confucianism", a new line of writing also appeared:
"Little Holy Word: Scholar Level (Incomplete)."
"Hahaha……"
Looking at the new lines of handwriting on "The Book of Great Confucianism", Yang Ji laughed in his heart. From a literary boy to a scholar, from a rough liberal arts master to a proficient liberal arts master.
Although the difference is only one word, to Yang Ji, this is the difference between heaven and earth. In ancient times, Wen Tongsheng was just a substitute, barely involved with Wen Dao, and had not yet entered Wen Dao's door.
Only Wen Xiucai can truly enter the door of literature and Taoism. A person who has first mastered liberal arts means that he has truly crossed the threshold and truly entered the realm of Confucianism and Taoism.
This is the difference between what is outside the door and what is inside the door. In the future, you will be on the right track in your literary and Taoist career.
The decline of literature in the Han Dynasty, if it were just that, that would be it. Yang Ji clearly felt that his "fine and subtle" martial arts realm, combined with the soul ability of the newly promoted literary scholars, actually produced a kind of spiritual power that Yang Ji himself could not figure out. new changes.
Yang Ji now feels that his perception of the world has improved significantly. It is not only sharper, but also clearer.
"What a wonderful feeling."
Yang Ji laughed and glanced at the businessmen, porters, girls, and young men around him. Yang Ji could not only clearly see every change around them, but he could even "see" the blood in their bodies. Flow, you can clearly see which flow goes where.
"No wonder the era of literary saints warded off all evils. An ordinary official could drink and make evil monsters retreat. This is not as simple as fame at all. A student of mine in the Age of Ending Dharma can grow his soul and produce similar subtle martial arts abilities. , let alone the era of literary saints.”
"The so-called Confucianism and Taoism practice is the practice of the mind. It is also the practice of the soul. And the practice of borrowing books. No matter how much you read, it is completely useless if you cannot understand the truth and cannot integrate knowledge and practice."
Yang Ji's whole body was filled with joy, as if he was immersed in sea water. He lowered his head and looked through the blue slate. Yang Ji could "see" a small black insect, not much bigger than a hair, crawling in the soft soil under the slate. And go.
Yang Ji could only see a general outline at first, but now, Yang Ji suddenly found that he could actually see clearly every pattern and abdominal segment on its body, as well as every tiny change of its body when it squirmed.
It's like holding a magnifying glass and magnifying infinitely.
This is the effect of the combination of martial arts and literary arts, which completely changed Yang Ji's view of literary abilities.
Yang Ji inherited "The Book of Great Confucianism" and took over the mantle of Wen Dao completely passively. It was a promise to the evil spirit senior. But now, Yang Ji suddenly has a completely different view of the hard work he accepted.
view.
"Buzz!"
His eyes scanned the surrounding crowd again. Suddenly, Yang Ji's eyelids twitched and his eyes quickly locked on a figure in the surrounding crowd.
"Huh? It's interesting. After being promoted to Wen Xiucai, it still has this effect."
Yang Ji smiled on his face, and an imperceptible cold light flashed across his eyes. Just in front of and to the right of Yang Ji, among the crowd, there was a figure looking at Yang Ji in surprise like everyone else.
This man is in his thirties. He has a three-strand beard and wears plain clothes. He has an elegant temperament, just like a tourist traveling from north to south to enjoy the mountains and rivers.
Langya is located on the coast of the East China Sea, and its temperament and geography are different from other places. Although there are not too many such tourists, there are quite a few every year.
Normally, or at any time before, Yang Ji wouldn't be able to feel anything. But at this moment, Yang Ji clearly felt a dense black energy in this person's body.
This black energy is extremely majestic and contains destructive power. However, it is deeply suppressed and hidden without any leakage.
From the outside, there is nothing special about it at all.
"Evil warrior!"
A flash of lightning flashed in Yang Ji's mind. The evil lineage has some strange techniques that can hide the aura on the body without leaking.
That was the case for Fang Bai and Yuan Jian back then.
If you don't know the details, you won't be able to recognize him even if he stands in front of you. The evil prince even relied on this ability to sneak into the martial arts examination, and almost got the title of martial scholar.
Yang Ji also didn't expect that after he broke through to Wen Xiucai, he would be able to discover their extremely secretive disguise.
Yang Jiannian shook his head and understood immediately, "In ancient times, when Confucianism and Taoism were flourishing, scholars had upright ideas, and spirits and demons did not dare to approach them. Those scholars could spot them even from far away, see through their disguise, and kill them.
Repelling and retreating relies on this powerful soul perception."
"Martial arts is nothing more than martial arts. Wen Dao can ward off all kinds of evil spirits and is the best at defeating evil spirits and outsiders. We are most sensitive to their auras, and any concealment is of no use to them. Now that I have been promoted to Wen Xiucai, and I have inherited this ability from them, I will inevitably
It’s because this is how you can see through their disguise.”
Yang Ji felt clear in his heart.
With just one glance, Yang Ji immediately looked away and looked elsewhere. He never looked at that person for a second time. However, the other person was very alert, and Yang Ji had already made the other person alert with just one glance.
Although he didn't know if Yang Ji was looking at him at that glance, and he didn't believe that Yang Ji could see through his disguise. But Yang Ji clearly felt that he had turned his head, mixed in with the crowd, and was walking away.
And all around, there were silhouettes of people with the same aura as him, walking in the same direction.
"There are actually so many evil warriors mixed in Langya City. Before leaving Langya County, we might as well do one more good deed and completely eliminate these hidden dangers."
Yang Ji flicked his sleeves and, amidst the surprised glances, swept away the crowd and walked in another direction. After turning around several restaurants and teahouses, and passing through an alley, Yang Ji suddenly turned and walked towards those people. Chase him in the direction he left.
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