If you didn't know, it would be hard to believe that this inconspicuous building in front of you is the Wen Palace with the most special status in the entire Wen Dao lineage.
However, despite this, Chen Shaojun knew that the building in front of him was far from simple as it appeared.
From the moment he arrived here, Chen Shaojun felt a fetal movement in his heart, and he seemed to have some kind of harmony with the Wen Palace in front of him.
Buzz, the next moment was almost instinctive. With a thought in Chen Shaojun's mind, his literary energy gathered, filled his eyes, and displayed his ability to read Qi.
And the world in front of him suddenly changed——
The rumble was as if it had entered the bustling city from a quiet mountain.
The Wen Palace is still the ancient Wen Palace.
But in Chen Shaojun's eyes, a huge pillar of air, more than ten feet wide, like the Milky Way in the Nine Heavens, white and flawless, dazzling, pouring down like a river from the depths of the endless sky above his head, heavily.
Hit the ground.
Where the pillar of air fell, the earth roared, and with this as the center, endless waves of literary energy erupted. Wave after wave, the huge waves of literary energy rose more than ten feet high, surging, and continuously washed away in all directions.
And go.
After Chen Shaojun arrived at the Wen Palace, the special feeling was the waves of air that kept washing away.
Just standing in front of the Wen Palace for such a moment, Chen Shaojun felt that his literary spirit had grown.
Haoran is upright!
Seeing this scene, Chen Shaojun was extremely shocked.
The "river" pouring down from the depths of the sky is exactly what his father once mentioned to him. The line of Confucianism and Taoism is passed down from generation to generation, and the most fundamental and powerful river of literature and Taoism.
Since there were written words and literary inheritance in the world, and people in the world have understood the black and white of good and evil, there has been great righteousness in the universe, and there has been a long river of great power.
The majestic rivers are formless and formless. They are not born with them, but are acquired. However, even the immortals with great supernatural powers cannot detect their existence.
According to rumors, when the sages first discovered the Great River, they integrated their understanding of the way of heaven and earth and the principles of the universe into it. In order to prevent the prying eyes of martial arts masters, each of the sages before their lives died,
They will exhaust their energy and impose a seal on the Great River, making the Great River more and more secretive.
Only people with righteous thoughts, as well as masters and sages can feel each other's feelings for the great river.
Countless thousands of years, countless millions of years, one civilization after another, dynasties after dynasties, countless scholars, sages and prophets have succeeded one after another, constantly strengthening the long river of majesty.
As long as there is a righteous path in the world, there will be this long river of majesty.
The mighty river is a symbol of the righteous way of heaven and earth.
And the Wen Palace is the only place in the entire human world where Haoran's righteousness can be seen.
"Sir, let's wait outside. We won't go in."
At this moment, Honglian's timid voice came into his ears.
Looking at the inconspicuous Wen Dian in front of her, although Hong Lian didn't know the key to it, she still instinctively showed a hint of awe.
Although the Wen Palace may not seem big, the entire Shang Dynasty knew that only scholars could enter there.
Moreover, only those with Wen Qi above six liters can approach. Ordinary people will feel an invisible and powerful pressure before they get close, just like facing the impact of multiple waterfalls.
In fact, Honglian already felt a little uncomfortable.
"Well, you guys wait for me here first."
Chen Shaojun nodded, knowing that Honglian and the others felt the pressure of the mighty river.
Chen Shaojun flicked his sleeves and walked in quickly.
The Wen Palace is different from the Wu Palace. The surrounding area is unusually quiet, and there are not so many noisy carriages.
Chen Shaojun walked on the green stone sidewalk outside the palace, his soles stepping on the snow, making a thick squeaking sound. Chen Shaojun saw only a few pedestrians along the way.
The Crown of Light is not that easy to obtain, and after all, scholars are different from warriors in that they do not have such a strong desire for power.
Regarding Guangmian, people in the literary world are more interested in increasing their literary spirit and improving their understanding.
"Hey, I failed again. It seems that passing the guardianship level is really harder than reaching the sky."
At this moment, the sound of footsteps suddenly reached his ears. Before he could see the person, Chen Shaojun felt several strong literary auras approaching him rapidly from the Wen Palace.
Those few are all more than a match of literary spirit. In Chen Shaojun's perception, the other party's literary spirit seems to be stronger than his own.
In just a moment, Chen Shaojun quickly saw the people talking. The leader was wearing a Confucian shirt and had a thin build. He was about eighteen or nineteen years old. The other person was also about the same age as him.
Chen Shaojun's eyes swept across their clothes, and he suddenly understood:
"They are from the Zizhang School and the Zilu School."
Confucian uniforms are uniforms respected by both Confucianism and Taoism. They are uniform in shape, but in some specific details, each of the eight sects has slight differences.
Judging from the depth of their literary talents, these two people have obviously been immersed in the literary world for a long time. Even if Xie Chuan and others saw them, they would probably call them senior brothers.
"In the current situation, it is easy to obtain the Crown of Light, but it is even more difficult to pass the test of the Guardian!"
One of the young men sighed.
"There is no way, everyone is like this. Fortunately, we were mentally prepared when we came. Moreover, we are not the only ones who failed the test, and we can still accept it."
The two of them walked a few steps while talking, and finally noticed Chen Shaojun.
"Huh? From the Ziju School!"
With just one glance, the two of them immediately recognized Chen Shaojun. Although they were far from being peers and had a big age difference, in the entire capital, there were only two sons and fathers from the Ziju school, and probably no one knew about it, even they.
The two of them are not strangers.
"Is this Chen Wolong? He has only a few literary talents, but he actually came to the Wen Palace."
"I have little talent and little knowledge, but I have a good eye and a low hand. I actually came here to join in the fun."
When the two saw Chen Shaojun, they immediately frowned, obviously unhappy.
"Forget it, we have other important matters, so don't pay attention to him."
With just one glance, the two of them passed by Chen Shaojun. Their status was not at all equal to Chen Shaojun's, so naturally they would not be on the same level as him.
The two of them drifted away as they spoke, and soon disappeared outside the palace. But Chen Shaojun stopped, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
He had seen too much of this kind of cynicism since he was a child, so he didn't take it too seriously. Instead, it was the guardians the two mentioned that caught his attention:
"I remember that in the Wen Palace, if you want to obtain the crown of glory, you must first pass a test, and there is a special person to preside over it. Is this him they are talking about?"
Wen Palace was still too far away for Chen Shaojun in the past. He had never been there before and didn't pay much attention to it. But judging from the conversation between the two students from Zhang School and Zilu School in front of him, he wanted to
Entering the Wen Palace to obtain the Crown of Light seemed to be much more difficult than he imagined.
"No matter what, the boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge. Once inside, it will naturally become clear."
Thinking like this, Chen Shaojun quickly stepped forward and walked inside.
Walking all the way forward, after about thirty or forty steps, we entered the main hall.
Even though it was cold winter, there was warmth in the hall, as if we were in warm spring.
In the passage, several figures were sweeping.
Chen Shaojun didn't pay attention at first, but the next moment, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.
The Wen Palace is not so much open to ordinary students as it is a place where great masters and scholars gather.
"It is said that those responsible for cleaning in the Wen Palace are all high-ranking scholars, and now it seems that is indeed the case."
Chen Shaojun said secretly in his heart.
If the Confucian Temple is a place where students gather together to study and learn, then in a sense, the Confucian Temple also gathers many great masters and scholars to devote themselves to studying knowledge.
The great masters and scholars were holding brooms in one hand and scriptures in the other. When they saw Chen Shaojun coming in, they just nodded slightly, then withdrew their eyes and refocused on the scriptures in their hands. They were sweeping and reading, as if they were trying to figure out the contents.
The essence of.
Chen Shaojun bowed and bowed, and quickly entered the depths of the hall.
The main hall was unusually empty. When Chen Shaojun stepped into the main hall, the first thing he saw were rows of huge bookshelves. Except for the entrance, the three walls of the entire hall were full from the floor to the ceiling. They were all filled with huge bookshelves.
Complete collection of classics and history.
All the book covers are very old, and it can be seen that they have been there for a long time.
And right in the center of the hall, Chen Shaojun saw a white-haired old man.
This old man has a wrinkled face and a slightly stooped back. He looks like an ordinary old man, but he is wearing a purple Confucian robe.
The Confucian robe was completely different from the one worn by Chen Shaojun. It was even different from the one from the Shang Dynasty. It looked even more ancient.
The emperor offers wine!
Chen Shaojun's eyelids twitched. This was an ancient Confucian dress in charge of etiquette. Only very special people could wear it.
At the same time, because he knew the etiquette very well, he also specially presided over the sacrificial ceremony for the royal family, and was called the emperor's sacrificial wine.
But now, the position of emperor offering wine has been abolished.
The Confucian uniform system is very strict, especially this kind of ancient clothing. Even many great masters and great Confucians are not qualified to wear it. This man is wearing the ancient emperor's wine sacrificial robe, and his status is by no means ordinary.
"Is this the Guardian?"
Chen Shaojun understood something in his heart.
"Student Chen Shaojun met the teacher."
Chen Shaojun's voice was loud and clear, and he quickly stepped forward to salute, his expression extremely respectful.
Hustle, the sound of pages turning reached my ears. In the main hall, the old man was holding a scripture in his hand and reading it. He looked focused and motionless, as if he didn't hear Chen Shaojun's voice and was immersed in his own world.
middle.
Chen Shaojun originally wanted to speak out again, but when he saw the old man's bright head and poor reading, he stood aside respectfully and waited silently.
Half an hour later, the old man finally closed the book.
"Student Chen Shaojun, I met the teacher."
When Chen Shaojun saw this, he saluted again.
Hearing Chen Shaojun's voice, the old man put down his book and slowly raised his head.
At that moment, Chen Shaojun saw his eyes.
They were a pair of old and turbid eyes, but full of endless wisdom.