Three hundred and fifty second chapter Wenqi Taishan
The tea cup in this man's hand was filled with fragrance, and the white tea fragrance rose up and turned into tiny scriptures in the air. Even among the tea juice in the cup, the shadows of scriptures were faintly revealed.
To be able to achieve this kind of cultivation, it is obvious that he has extremely high attainments in literature and art, and is not an ordinary child of literature and art.
"Haha, Brother Liu, what you said is wrong. Our capital Confucianism and Taoism have always only had seven major schools. Where did the idea of eight schools come from?"
Someone in the crowd shouted. As soon as the voice fell, everyone burst into laughter, and even Brother Liu couldn't help but reveal a smile.
Obviously, everyone knew what the other party meant, but after the laughter, the mocking Confucian scholar quickly spoke.
"It's really strange to say that I've also asked about such a big movement. Logically speaking, we should have found out by this time today, but there are so many disciples of our Lezheng sect in Beijing, and we can't find out who it is.
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The man who spoke was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with long and narrow eyes, a high crown, and a majestic appearance.
He sat still, his body full of literary energy, and the sunlight reflected from outside the railing. The figure cast by the Confucian scholar named Zhou did not turn into a human form, but turned into words as small as tadpoles on the floor. Even the teahouse's
There was also a faint sense of literature on the floor. It was obvious that this person was not inferior to the Confucian scholar surnamed Liu in terms of cultivation and attainments in Wen Dao.
"How could it be possible? We have so many disciples from both factions, and we are in a capital we are familiar with. How could we still not find one person?"
The young man surnamed Liu couldn't help but frowned when he heard this.
Almost subconsciously, he turned to look at the other people in the teahouse.
"I checked, and there is none."
"We haven't found anything here either."
"I have also asked the teacher, but he has found nothing."
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Everyone shook their heads.
"By the way, Brother Xie, have you found any information from Zhang School?"
Suddenly, the young man named Liu who was leading the group spoke.
As soon as his voice fell, there was a sudden silence in the teahouse, and everyone focused their attention on "Brother Xie".
If Chen Shaojun were here and saw the Brother Xie mentioned by the Confucian scholar named Liu, he would definitely be surprised, because this Brother Xie is none other than Xie Chuan, who once stole Chen Shaojun's poems and has always been at odds with him.
Xie Chuan is also a person of distinguished status, but in the teahouse where literati and poets gather, and there are so many young Confucian and Taoist disciples, Xie Chuan actually occupies the last seat.
Obviously, with so many people present, Xie Chuan's literary skills and status are probably the lowest.
Although Xie Chuan's father was the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs and had a very high status, a civil servant was not a military officer after all, and Xie Chuan was not his father. In the end, the status of Confucianism and Taoism still depends on one's own cultivation. In this regard, Xie Chuan
Obviously there is no advantage.
"This...I don't know either!"
Xie Chuan looked embarrassed. His cultivation was superficial and not yet at the level of Wang Qi. Everyone was talking about the Wen Qi yesterday, but he didn't even feel it.
"Didn't your teacher, Mr. Wu Ruhai Wu Da, also investigate?"
A young man not far away from him suddenly asked.
"No, no."
Xie Chuan's eyes averted, his expression even more embarrassing.
Ever since his plagiarism from Chen Shaojun came to light and was exposed by Chen Shaojun in public in Luyuan, it immediately brought shame to the entire Zi Zhang School. Even his teacher Wu Ruhai was greatly disappointed in him.
You must know that Wu Ruhai believed in him before and publicized the matter for him in the capital. Now that such a scandal has occurred in his sect, even Wu Ruhai has been disgraced.
Since then, Xie Chuan has fallen out of favor with his teacher. Frankly speaking, Xie Chuan has not seen his teacher Wu Ruhai for a long time. As for whether the owner of the Wenqi yesterday was found, he naturally has no way of knowing.
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In fact, if it weren't for the sake of his father and teacher Wu Ruhai, and Xie Chuan's current reputation in the Confucian and Taoist circles, he might not even have the chance to squeeze in to this tea party.
Following Xie Chuan's words, the entire teahouse fell silent. No one thought that the investigation that should have been easy would actually lead to a dead end. For a moment, everyone looked pensive.
"Hey, Brother Liu, Brother Zhou, in my opinion, what happened yesterday was very strange. I'm afraid we went in the wrong direction from the beginning. Think about it, no matter Brother Liu or Brother Zhou, which one is not a talented person?
Regardless of their qualifications or understanding, they are one of the best in a thousand. Even the masters are full of praise for these two people. However, with the strength of Brother Liu and Brother Zhou, they are far from breaking through to the threshold of Hongru Realm. This capital master
How is it possible that among them, there is someone who is better than the two of them and has reached the realm of Confucianism at such a young age, and we don’t even know about it yet?”
Suddenly, someone spoke up.
As soon as the voice fell, everyone's eyes suddenly lit up and they nodded hurriedly.
"You're right, but I don't think it's possible either."
"It is good for people of my generation to reach the Confucian realm, but beyond this realm, there are very few people. I have never heard of even a few who have reached the Great Confucian realm, let alone a great Confucian."
"Yes, yes, it is much more difficult to go from a great Confucian to a great Confucian than to become a great Confucian. I am afraid that this matter is just a rumor. Maybe he is a known senior of our literary circles who has accidentally burst out his own literary spirit.
, triggered this misunderstanding.”
Everyone said one after another.
In the final analysis, this matter is difficult for everyone to accept from the bottom of their hearts. Different people have different literary qualifications and understandings. There are people who are better than themselves, some who are much better, and some who are much better. But they are far away from themselves.
Eighteen thousand miles away, far away in the dust, deep down in their hearts, no one wanted to believe it.
News is now circulating that the mighty Hong Confucian realm of literary energy yesterday was most likely the result of a teenage boy, and everyone cannot emotionally accept it, let alone believe it.
This is too ridiculous!
"No, our perception may be wrong, but with so many great masters and Confucianists in the capital, so many Confucian and Taoist elders, are they also wrong? No matter how bizarre, this matter must be certain."
Suddenly, a thin young man stood up and said loudly. When he spoke, his body was straight, as if a gun was stuck there, and he looked upright.
"Today we have students from all Confucian and Taoist sects gathered here, but strictly speaking, we are missing the Ju sect. Do they know any news about this matter? Moreover, I heard that Wenqi came out in the southwest yesterday, so
Isn’t the Chen family’s mansion located in that direction?”
The man did not continue speaking, but everyone already understood his subtext.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
The others hadn't spoken yet, but Xie Chuan's face paled. Huo stood up and said several impossible words, his expression extremely excited:
"With how much cultivation that boy has, how can he be Hongru? It can never be him!"
If he said that person was Chen Shaojun, he would not believe it even if he were beaten to death.
"But Chen Wolong of the Chen family, I heard that he has become enlightened recently. At the Luyuan Poetry Meeting, a gathering hosted by the Queen Mother herself, the poems he wrote were so powerful that they won the first place and even alarmed the Plum Blossom Goddess!"
Among the scholars, someone immediately spoke up.
Due to Xie Chuan's face, no one said it too directly, but the fact that the youngest son of the Chen family won the first prize in the Luyuan Poetry Society had already spread in the capital, and now almost few people don't know about it.
"Impossible. Although he came first in the Luyuan Poetry Society, his literary skills are only a few battles away. He has not even reached the realm of Confucianism. How can he reach the realm of Confucianism? Moreover, from the Luyuan Poetry Society to the present, it has only taken one month.
Even if he is exhausted, he will reach the Confucian realm at most. How can he be a Hongru? Do you think it is possible?"
Xie Chuan said loudly.
To say that Chen Shaojun could go from being a literary scholar to a great Confucian scholar in less than a month would be impossible to believe.
As soon as Xie Chuan finished speaking, not many people refuted him this time.
Yes, in one month, directly from Wenqi to Dudu, across the Confucian realm, the Great Confucian realm, and then all the way to the Hong Confucian realm, this kind of thing is not unheard of in Wen Dao, but it is simply impossible!
At this point, even the prince who refuted Xie Chuan had to admit that what Xie Chuan said made sense.
"Okay, let's just talk about this matter. It's rare that this time it has caused such a big fluctuation. So many teachers are paying attention to this matter. Let's work harder and check it carefully. In fact, I also want to
Know who this person is if the legend is true."
The young man named Liu who was the leader said.
And at the same time, another place.
Huh, the wind blew by, and a huge sycamore tree with two people hugging each other immediately trembled all over. The leaves of the tree swayed, and the leaves fell one by one, like a rain of leaves in the void.
"Moo!"
At this moment, a loud braying of a cow came. Just under the huge sycamore tree, a strong green cow shook its head and walked slowly over. On the cow's back, eight or nine people
The 6-year-old child is extremely eye-catching. Although he looks immature, this child is dressed in a narrow Confucian dress. His behavior is old-fashioned and full of pride, which makes him look quite cute, especially his eyes, which are clear and bright, with a...
Aura is completely different from other children.
If Chen Shaojun were here, he would definitely be able to recognize at a glance that this child is none other than Wang Xiaonian, whom he has not seen for a long time.
It's just different from when we first met in the Confucian Temple. Now Wang Xiaonian is full of literary spirit. Even the green cow under his crotch is full of literary spirit. All the strands of cow hair on his body are faintly revealing a white literary spirit.
If you look carefully, you can see that there is even a wisp of awe-inspiring aura mixed with it. Compared with the original one, it is completely different. It is at least ten times more powerful.
If the cows are like this, the changes in humans will naturally be even greater.
If there were other great Confucian masters here who used the art of Wang Xiaonian, they would be able to see at a glance that the literary energy in Wang Xiaonian's body turned into a mountain of literary energy nearly a thousand feet high behind Wang Xiaonian.
The mountains are all milky white, very sunny and strong, and the mountains are steep and straight. There are countless poems and texts on the surface of the mountains, dotted on them, which makes it look spectacular.
So elegant!
This mountain is made up of countless scriptures and texts. In ancient times, it was the image of sages. Only those whose talents and talents were extremely outstanding and whose literary attainments reached a certain limit would appear. Such people even among those
Among literary geniuses, there is no one among them.