There is no second place in martial arts, but there is no first place in literature. You should never be complacent and complacent in your literary career. You should practice it diligently and prudently. This is what he has always taught Chen Shaojun.
A gentleman like an orchid and as open-minded as a valley, Chen Shaojun's conduct and performance are completely contrary to the requirements of Confucianism and Taoism.
There is Fang Zhongyong in front of him. Even if he is a child prodigy, it doesn't matter. Compared with his peers, he will be mediocre when he gets older. There are countless such people - and the attainments in literature and art do not distinguish between old and young.
"Let's wait until you reach the age of Confucianism!"
Chen Zongxi said in a deep voice.
Great Confucianism represents a stage of achievement in Confucianism and Taoism. If you can add a big character in front of the word "Ru", it means that it has been recognized by Confucianism and Taoism. This is just like "lord, doctor, or king". The big character represents an honorific, not a person.
You can use big ones.
Chen Shaojun was silent, knowing that whatever he said now was useless. Facts speak louder than words. If he wanted to convince his father to allow him to practice martial arts, he could only show it to him in the most intuitive way.
"Father, the child did not lie, nor did he mean to be proud or complacent."
Chen Shaojun said in a deep voice.
The next moment, without any hesitation, the literary essence in the body suddenly burst out, buzzing, the wind roared, the air flow surged, and the sycamore tree in the courtyard of the Chen family residence suddenly began to tremble without warning. At the same moment,
A stream of milky-white literary essence was extremely dazzling, and it suddenly shot up from the Baihui point on Chen Shaojun's head.
At that moment, the heaven and the earth were both quiet and silent. I saw that the essence was like a Milky Way waterfall, running through the entire world, and the light went straight to Niu Dou. More than that, if you look carefully, in the milky white essence, there are thousands of chapters,
Many scriptures emerged, all of which Chen Shaojun had read before. There were so many books like this, so densely packed, that there are so many.
Not only that, the majestic literary energy poured down, through the Chen family's mansion, and even the entire lobby where the Chen family was located was completely submerged by that energy.
"!!!"
Seeing this sudden scene, Chen Zongxi, who had been keeping a serious expression and a stern look on his face, was shaken all over. Looking at the huge energy, he stood up with disbelief in his eyes.
"Hongru Realm!"
Thousands of chapters and thousands of sentences, the meaning of the scriptures is revealed. This is an appearance that only those who have reached the realm of Confucianism can have literary attainments.
Chen Shaojun's literary and Taoist cultivation has long surpassed Shi Dou, surpassed the realm of Confucianism, and even surpassed the great Confucianism that thousands of students in the world dream of. Instead, he has reached a higher level of the realm of Hongru. After reaching this realm, he has already written books and established theories.
Not to mention, the knowledge in literature and Taoism has reached the level where thousands of people have returned to the sect and formed their own sect, and can even give guidance to great Confucian scholars.
You must know that among the capital, there are many brilliant people who have studied Confucianism and Taoism all their lives. Many famous elders have not reached this level. Many people have stopped at the realm of great Confucianism. However, Chen Shaojun was not even as young as the weakest.
To achieve such a level of cultivation.
"How can this be?!"
Chen Zongxi was truly moved for the first time, showing a shocked expression.
And Chen Shaojun's full burst of energy caused more shock than that. Just as the milky white light burst out of the Chen family's mansion, and in the blink of an eye, the huge capital also experienced some changes.
Ordinary pedestrians in the streets and alleys have not felt anything yet. They just feel a sudden gust of wind and a slight chill. However, for other people with keen senses and extremely strong mental power, the mighty energy is like a stream of energy.
Like the rising sun, it is so eye-catching that it is impossible not to notice it.
"The color is silvery white, with strands like snow and sand. This is a fellow disciple in the capital. He has such pure cultivation!"
On a wall in the west of the city, a Confucian and Taoist scholar stood on the railing, raised his head to the sky, and suddenly said.
"Literary spirit emerges, like a river or a sea, without any impurities, with thousands of chapters and sentences, among which the classics and histories are among them. This is the most orthodox scholar of literature and Taoism. He teaches the way of sages, not ordinary Confucianism and Taoism. This is the capital of Beijing."
Did any of the elders among them suddenly have an epiphany and breakthrough after reading the scriptures thoroughly?"
"Hahaha, okay, I have never felt this aura before. Someone must have made a breakthrough. This is my luck as a Confucian scholar and my Confucian sect!"
In another place, in the Confucian Temple that Chen Shaojun had visited, a great scholar also noticed this scene.
"When Confucianism and Taoism reach the depths, it is difficult to make progress every step of the way. The difficulty is no less than the breakthrough in martial arts. Although I don't know who it is, it has been so long that it is rare for someone to make a breakthrough. It is indeed a great joy."
"Everyone, we might as well go check out which of our fellow disciples he is in a moment. We will pay him a visit and congratulate him at that time. This will not lose our Confucian and Taoist friendship."
"Hongru, the ultimate master, is called Hong. This senior's cultivation level is beyond our reach, and I am truly envious!"
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In the south and north of the city, in the east and west of the city, in the huge capital, countless great scholars and even masters noticed this mighty energy, and they all stopped and looked at it sideways.
At this moment, in the northwest direction, two figures stood side by side with their hands on their backs, looking up at the spirit rising into the sky. Unlike the others, these two people were filled with rich righteousness, and those spirits condensed,
It actually turned emptiness into reality, filling every place in the space like a surging white ocean. Its aura was so pure that even Chen Shaojun was afraid to be eclipsed when he saw it.
Not only that, the two human bodies shone brightly, like the bright sun and moon, covering their whole bodies, so that even their faces and facial features became blurred, making it difficult to see clearly.
Not only that, but looming shadows appeared behind the two people, which turned out to be statues of sages.
Such attainments obviously far surpass those of the Great Confucian Realm and the Hong Confucian Realm.
"Master Confucianism, this essence... why do I feel the breath of the saint's chapter?"
On the left, the less literary person had strange colors in his eyes. He broke the silence and spoke first.
Saint chapter!
If there were outsiders here, they would definitely be shocked. All great scholars know that this is not a simple Confucianism and Taoism orthodoxy, but something with a more special weight.
Although the lineage of Confucianism and Taoism has produced sages in large numbers, and has been passed down from generation to generation, there is only one person who can truly be called a saint, and that is Confucius, the great sage of Confucianism and Taoism. The chapter on saints does not refer to those who are now spread throughout the world.
The Analects of Confucius is the oldest and most original scripture.
At that time, Confucius, the sage, played in the world and spread Confucianism and Taoism, and his disciples compiled his words and deeds into a book. After this book was completed, it was going to be spread all over the world and read by thousands of students. Therefore, before it was completed, the content of each chapter was
They were all read by the sage Confucius and nodded in approval. They contain the true will and spirit of the sage, and even some of them are imprinted in them. This is far beyond the Analects that have spread all over the world. This is the true Confucianism and Taoism.
Orthodox, saintly chapters.
Such a saint's chapter is priceless and immeasurable. However, since ancient times, the real saint's chapter has been lost and its whereabouts are difficult to find.
Now, the two of them actually felt the saint's chapter from the spirit that soared into the sky. How could this not shock people?
The Confucian leader beside him remained silent and motionless, with only the corners of his clothes swaying slightly, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
The air flow surged and the wind blew slowly. At this moment, countless Confucian scholars in the entire capital were shaken by the burst of literary brilliance from the Chen family. There is no doubt that for Confucianism and Taoism, there is another well-educated scholar.
Poems, books, and scholars who study heaven and man are absolutely gratifying.
At the same time, when everyone was attracted by the brilliance of literature, no one noticed that outside the capital city, on the east boulevard, several figures were slowly walking along the official road, slowly coming here.
The leader was a Confucian and Taoist man of seventeen or eighteen years old.
Wearing Confucian clothes, he is naturally a man of Confucianism and Taoism, but the style of Confucian clothes on this man looks completely different from that of the Great Shang Dynasty, and he does not look like a person from the Great Shang Dynasty.
And unlike the others, the other companions behind him were all on foot. Only the Confucian and Taoist master was riding an adult white deer the size of a calf. The antlers on his head were extremely huge, and his eyes looked clear and spiritual, full of spirituality.
It seems that he has opened his mind.
The white deer is as gauze-like as snow, spotless and pure without a trace of impurity. It is like something out of a myth. People can hardly take their eyes away from it at the first sight.
The Confucian and Taoist gentleman on the deer's back is holding a scripture in his hand. He also has a wide robe and long sleeves. His eyes are sharp and graceful, full of spirituality, and his behavior is so elegant that people unconsciously feel a sense of admiration and envy.
"The son's residence in Yan is like Shen Shenru and Yaoyao Ru..."
Waves of reciting sounds, like pearls and jade, resounded throughout the officialdom. Even during the march, the young Confucian and Taoist master continued to read, recite the scriptures in his hands, ponder knowledge, and improve himself.
Along with the bursts of chanting, wisps of strong literary and Taoist essence rose up from the scriptures in the hands of the Confucian and Taoist master, condensing into a milky-white, rafter-like pen above his head.
Literature and Tao are condensed, and essence is revealed!
This Confucian and Taoist master of unknown origin has obviously reached an extremely astonishing level of cultivation!
Huh, a strong wind blew by. On both sides of the official road outside the city, the branches and leaves of the big green trees were trembling. The Confucian and Taoist man on the deer's back moved his brows and felt something. He raised his head with sharp eyes and left the scroll.
He looked at the great merchant capital opposite.
Almost at the same time, several followers behind the Confucian and Taoist master also noticed his changes, and they also looked into the sky, looking at the white pillar of literary energy rising into the sky, like a river waterfall.
After just one glance, all the followers were immediately moved by it.
"It's such a rich literary spirit, so powerful that it reaches into the sky, and even reaches the sky. It affects us even in places as far away as we are."
"Thousands of chapters, this is a great Confucian scholar! The Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon of the Shang Dynasty is really powerful!"
"The Great Shang Dynasty is also the orthodox branch of our Confucianism. I heard that among them there was a senior scholar who was a poor scholar. I don't know how many old scholars there are. With such a strong literary spirit and such a solid foundation, some senior scholar must have made a breakthrough!"
"It's a pity that the literary foundation of the Great Shang Dynasty is still not as good as ours. It is a little weaker. Although the literary spirit is strong, the breakthrough time is too late. After all, it is difficult to become a great master and achieve higher achievements!"
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Everyone sighed, but only the Confucian and Taoist man in the front raised his head to the sky and said nothing. Only his eyes were flowing, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"You are wrong. This is not an old Confucian, but a young up-and-coming Confucian scholar!"
I don’t know how long it took, but the Confucian and Taoist man suddenly said.
Whoosh!
As soon as his voice fell, the place beside the official road fell silent, and all the sounds suddenly disappeared without a trace. All the Confucian and Taoist followers were stunned, speechless as they looked at the mighty literary and Taoist spirit in the air.