Seeing the brilliant lights rising into the sky, Wang Xiaonian's face became more and more ugly, but in just a moment, Wang Xiaonian's face returned to normal.
"Hmph, so what if you have broken through to the Great Confucian realm, you are still not as good as me."
Even if they are both at the same level of Confucianism, there are still distinctions between superior and inferior. They have had different periods of intrusion in literature and education, their understandings are different, and their attainments are also different. Even if these people have reached the same level of Confucianism as themselves, their attainments in literature and education are different.
They may not be as good as him. Apart from anything else, just because he is the youngest scholar, these people are still no match for him. At least their talents are far inferior to his own.
Thinking like this, Wang Xiaonian patted the green bull on his crotch, raised his head slightly, hummed an unknown tune, and continued to move towards the palace ahead.
"A prosperous age of literature and art, a true flourishing age of literature and art!"
There were only waves of praise from all over the capital.
Literati are much less utilitarian than warriors. It is obvious that this time the literary and Taoist competition in the Hall of Heroes has caused many Confucian and Taoist disciples who are extremely talented, but have always buried their heads in scriptures and are not interested in worldly affairs to change their minds and enter the temple in advance.
Transformed literary spirit, otherwise, no one would know that there were so many hidden geniuses in the Shang Dynasty.
At the same time, in another place, several pairs of eyes looked up at the sky, looking at all this as well.
"Bo Ya, have you seen everything?"
At this moment, standing on the railing, Master Da Wenguo, wearing a black Confucian robe with fluttering sleeves, spoke:
"How is it? How does it feel?"
"The great Shang Dynasty is full of talents, and it should not be underestimated."
Liao Boya raised his head to the sky, looked at the rich literary atmosphere in the sky, and said sincerely:
"Although it's still not as good as our Da Wenguo."
On the side, Master Da Wenguo couldn't help but smile.
Indeed, the current situation of the Great Shang Dynasty is indeed amazing, but compared with the Great Wen Kingdom, there is still a big gap.
"But don't be careless. The Great Shang Dynasty also has many talented children. In addition, you must know that our trip to the Great Shang Dynasty shoulders the important task of rectifying the origins of Confucianism and Taoism and establishing the foundation of the common people. We must not fail.
How about it, do you have confidence?"
"Teacher, don't worry, students will do their best."
Liao Boya said with a serious face, but after a pause, he suddenly said:
"However, although the Great Shang Dynasty is full of talents, the only thing students care about is still the spirit of the Great Confucian Realm."
At the end of the sentence, a bright light flashed across Liao Boya's eyes.
Although the Great Shang Dynasty was full of talents and geniuses, that was the only person he could really put in his eyes and regard as a powerful enemy.
Chen Shaojun would definitely be very surprised if he came here. It is obvious that Liao Boya has not yet connected him with the literary spirit of the Dao Hong Confucian realm.
Master Dawenguo looked at the disciple in front of him, with a look of doting in his eyes.
This kid looks calm on the outside, but he is actually quite arrogant on the inside. After all, he doesn't pay attention to so many talented disciples of Confucianism and Taoism.
"If you are really so interested in him, maybe you can see him in the Hall of Heroes. Let's go, time is running out, we should set off."
Master Dawenguo said, flicking his sleeves and standing up first.
Behind him, Liao Boya hesitated for a moment and followed. The two of them quickly left the restaurant and headed towards the Imperial Palace of the Capital.
The sight shifted to the palace gate. With a loud bang, the originally closed palace gate burst open. Outside the imperial city, carriages that had been waiting for a long time immediately drove in.
The important place of the imperial city was originally accessible to chariots and horses, but after all, literati were different from warriors. This was a gathering in the Hall of Heroes, where scholars competed, and it was also the birthday of Confucius Sheng. To allow chariots and horses to enter, it was because the great merchant emperor was particularly merciful to the literati.
and respect for the teachings of Confucius and Mencius.
With the sound of rolling carriages, more and more people entered the palace.
Not only the Confucian scholars, but also many civil servants and officials also entered the imperial city.
On both sides of the imperial city, countless eyes also focused on these literary elites. The literary spirit displayed by these young scholars also greatly stimulated many Confucian and Taoist students in the crowd.
"The literary spirit is as high as the sky! The literary spirit is as high as the sky. We also studied hard for ten years. Why is there such a huge gap between us!"
"I will also study hard and one day I will be among them."
One after another the figures turned and left.
At this moment, in the Chen family's mansion.
His father had already gone to court, leaving Chen Shaojun alone in the room.
Outside the window, there was a roar of carriages and people. Chen Shaojun was sitting at a table, leaning against the window, holding a book in his hand, reading silently. Not far away, Xiaowo was squatting on the window lattice with a plate of pastries.
Go up and look outside in trance.
"The palace is so lively now!"
Xiaowo listened to the noisy voices outside and suddenly spoke.
"Last time I secretly went to the palace from underground. That place is really big. The place to the east seems to belong to the military attachés. It is full of spiritual energy and the trees are very tall. The west part seems to belong to the civil servants. Even the flowers and plants there are...
They are all nourished by the literary spirit, but just passing by there makes me feel dizzy and almost lost there."
"Moreover, and more than that, it turns out that besides me, there are many monsters in Dashang Palace, but those monsters seem to be well-educated, they are full of scriptures and history, and they even wear official uniforms."
The little snail chattered non-stop and looked very excited.
The Dashang Palace occupies the largest area, has the thickest aura, has the most experts, and is the most conspicuous. It can be seen that it has been wandering around the capital during this period.
"...It's a pity that I met a peacock later. If I hadn't been discovered by it, I wouldn't have come back in despair. Hey, speaking of it, your father is really unkind. He enjoys the joy alone in the palace, leaving you alone."
Left alone at home——"
Behind him, Chen Shaojun, who was reading a book, froze, and his eyes suddenly dimmed a lot.
Normally, he could calm down, but today he couldn't read.
It's getting late, and the gathering at the Hall of Heroes has already begun.
Chen Shaojun also heard the sound of the bells in the palace before, but all the excitement had nothing to do with him.
Before his father left, he had already issued a restraining order, strictly forbidding him from leaving the mansion. Moreover, at this time, even if Chen Shaojun wanted to join the Hall of Heroes, it was no longer possible.
"Everything can only be done."
At that moment, Chen Shaojun let out a long sigh in his heart and put the book in his hand on the table, feeling completely lost.
On the windowsill, Xiaowo seemed to realize that she was speechless, and she quickly kept silent.
"Xiaowo, you don't have to worry about it. Now that it's reached this point, that's all it can do. Let him go."
Although Chen Shaojun really still wanted to enter the Qunyingdian store, after several twists and turns, now that the matter was over, he felt relieved and ignored it.
Chen Shaojun took a deep breath to calm down his emotions, quickly picked up the books on the table and continued reading.
On the other hand, the little snail on the window sill turned back and glanced at Chen Shaojun with a complicated expression. No one knew what it was thinking. It suddenly jumped down from the window sill and instantly used the art of escape from the ground, sinking into the depths of the ground and disappearing.
The room quickly became quiet, as if nothing had happened.
Putting everything aside for the time being, when the second burst of bells came from the depths of the palace, the entire palace, many doors opened one after another, and dense crowds of people, shoulder to shoulder, walked all the way to the depths.
The road leading to the Hall of Heroes is full of flowers. It is said that when one person attains Taoism, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven. Although the great merchants built their country by force, they also paid equal attention to Confucianism and Taoism.
The Hall of Heroes, the Hall of Wenqu, the Shutao Pavilion, the Four Treasures Palace... these are palaces dedicated to Confucianism and Taoism. There are many princes and princesses in the palace, including the children of the royal family. Everyone learns and reads in the palace.
It is held and taught by masters of Confucianism and Taoism, great Confucian scholars, and great Confucian scholars.
These great scholars and great scholars came and went among them every day, and even the flowers, plants and trees in the palace were infected with their literary spirit and became somewhat spiritual. This was also the reason why Xiaowo sneaked into the palace several times and became dizzy.
On the way to the Hall of Heroes, the scenery is extremely beautiful. Along the way, you can see garden pools, Danchi sculptures, and peacocks who have been nurtured by culture and culture, strolling everywhere, and some are as big as calves.
The turtles are crawling slowly on the ground. The shells of these turtles are covered with scriptures. Their steps are slow and steady, just like the Confucian elders who are full of scriptures.
Not only that, in addition to the literary animals that are already present in the palace, because of this competition in the Hall of Heroes, some of the envoys coming from various countries for business also brought rare and exotic animals with them.
I saw invited civil servants and scholars, Confucian disciples, including the great Confucian Master Hongru, filing in one after another and heading towards the Hall of Heroes.
Before entering the Hall of Heroes, these Confucianists all stopped in front of the hall and bowed in one direction. Looking carefully, it turned out that there was a two-person-high portrait of Confucius in front of the hall, hanging as a curtain, as if the entire literary atmosphere of the Hall of Heroes was
Got sublimated.
When the late Shang Emperor built a palace for Confucianism and Taoism, he seemed to have wanted to build a statue of Confucius. However, after all, the Great Shang Dynasty established its country through military force, not literature and Taoism. In order not to conflict with the military destiny of the Great Shang Kingdom, they built a statue of Confucianism and Taoism in the Confucian and Taoist palace.
A portrait of Confucius was hung in the Hall of Heroes, replacing the statue with a portrait.
The people who come to the Hall of Heroes are all people with outstanding literary qualities, at least masters and above. At this moment, it seems that they are infected by the atmosphere of the Hall of Heroes. Many Confucian scholars are in groups, with excited discussions on their faces, and strange colors in their eyes.
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“It’s really spectacular!”
Wang Xiaonian, who had just arrived, sat down on the back of the green bull and was amazed.
Wang Xiaonian has the remnant soul of an ancient saint in his body, but he was born in the state capital. The scene in front of him shocked him, and this was obviously his first time to participate in such a grand gathering.
But soon, Wang Xiaonian came back to his senses and returned to his usual old-fashioned appearance.
And just when Wang Xiaonian was patting the green bull and letting it carry him into the Hall of Heroes, a familiar figure caught his eye.