When Li Changan returned to the county government office at night, he locked himself in the study and no one was allowed to enter.
He also took out the grammatical treasures given by Duke Wuxu to suppress and cover up any fluctuations in literary energy that might escape from his body.
Although he and his master were certain about the road to Wenchang Monument.
But in fact, only he knows it.
This is a road no one has ever traveled before.
There are no cultural relics, no literary saint list, only Wenqiao and Wenchang stele.
Can he support his literary skills?
Li Changan himself didn't know what he was doing.
If you say it with certainty, isn't it a means of self-suggestion?
After all, even the invincible Lu Zhengju has never tried it.
Li Changjing sat quietly on the chair, closing his eyes and concentrating.
On the surface, he looks quite calm, but in fact, he is already very excited.
To cultivate the "Great Zhou Tianxuan Law" is to rebuild it on the ruins. It has already hit the bottom. Whether it succeeds or fails, there will be no worse consequences.
Trying the path of Wenchang Monument is the first step after reshaping one's spiritual practice and gaining hope.
If we win this battle, the future will be smooth.
If he loses this battle, the seventh level will be his limit. What difference does it make if he has it or not? It would be better to abolish the literary way and completely change to the martial way.
How could he look at it calmly?
To others, competing for the Wenchang Monument is nothing more than a trivial matter.
But in Li Changan's eyes, it determines his future and destiny.
Uneasy, entangled, struggling, and self-denial, all kinds of emotions converged into one furnace, making him suffer as if everything was burning inside.
In the county government office,
The clerks and directors of the Zhenfu Department poked their heads out from time to time and looked at the flickeringly lit study.
"Senior Senator, are you going to stay up all night again?"
"Probably, after all, there are so many files to sort out..."
Ran Boping asked Luo Yuanchang next to him in surprise, "Counsellor Li stays up all night every day?"
"At least during the few days I've been here, the Councilor only sleeps for one or two hours at most every day." Luo Yuanchang nodded with emotion.
Ran Boping looked in the direction of the study in disbelief, his eyes full of shock.
Other councilors sit in the yamen all day long, waiting to read the files.
Is there anyone like Li Changan who goes to the fields to conduct field inspections during the day and returns at night to sort out the files?
"No wonder you have such a high position, it's really embarrassing..."
But at this time, Li Changan did not bury the case as they thought.
Instead, he just sat quietly, with the candle flickering from time to time, until dawn.
…
The first day of February,
Eastern dawn,
Dongyue County,
A poem appeared on the Wenchang stele in the county seat and the thirteen counties under its jurisdiction.
""Spring Dawn"——Meng Haoran"
"You don't wake up to the dawn when you sleep in spring, you can hear the singing of birds everywhere."
"How many flowers do you know about the sound of wind and rain at night?"
As soon as this poem appeared, it surpassed other poems written in the middle of the night and reached the top of the Wenchang Monument.
A maximum of ten poems can appear on the county Wenchang stele.
The county Wenchang stele contains twenty poems.
But no matter the county, "Spring Dawn" firmly occupied the top position of Wenchang Monument in Dongyue County early this morning.
A poem also appeared on the stele of Wenchang in Baixi County, which is adjacent to Dongyue County, and in the twelve counties under its jurisdiction.
""Little Pond""
"The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, loving its clearness and softness."
"The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it."
The three characters "Yang Wanli" are clearly written on the right side of the poem's title.
Same as "Spring Dawn".
"Little Pond" also successfully topped the list of Wenchang monuments in one county and twelve counties.
Anyang County on the south side of Baixi County,
On the Wenchang stele from the county town to the twelve counties under its jurisdiction, a small order appeared,
""Tianjingsha·Autumn Thoughts""
"Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, the west wind and thin horses on the ancient roads. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world."
The signature next to the poem is "Ma Zhiyuan".
Like the previous two poems, "Tianjingsha·Autumn Thoughts" undoubtedly ranks first among all Wenchang steles in a county.
The last county is Hanyang County to the northwest of Dongyue County.
Under the gaze of the people of the fourteen counties of Hanyang County, one poem occupied a high position, overlooking the other poems and essays on the Wenchang stele.
""Jiang Xue""
"Birds will fly away from thousands of mountains, and all traces of people will be wiped out from thousands of paths."
"A lone man in a boat and a coir raincoat fishes alone in the snow on the cold river."
The author of the poem is named Liu Zongyuan.
…
Li Changan, who had been sitting on the chair, suddenly opened his eyes.
The originally dim literary apertures in my mind suddenly lit up with four of them emitting a weak literary energy, like stars in the night sky.
His heart trembled uncontrollably.
He stood up quickly, washed his face with cold water, and suddenly felt a shiver all over his body.
Among the four literary orifices, the four stars of poetry and literature seem to have become a spring, with a faint literary spirit flowing outward and slowly settling at the bottom of the literary orifice.
Li Changan's arms holding the basin trembled slightly, he twitched the corners of his mouth, and after a while he murmured softly,
"Finally, finally...recovered..."
Guesses, doubts, uneasiness... all kinds of complicated emotions were finally crushed to pieces at this moment.
Although the literary spirit in the four literary skills is dozens, or even hundreds of times less than that of Chuang Literary Saint List.
But in his eyes, it was like the solid first layer of bricks and stones in a tall building.
Firm and down-to-earth.
His literary skills are still there!
Even if you don’t have any documents, you can still reach the top!
Li Changan raised his head and let the cold water flow down his neck.
Take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down the excitement and excitement in your heart.
But how could the agitated emotions be calmed down so easily?
The joy in his eyes was almost uncontrollable.
Li Changan took out a bottle of Erguotou from his Xumi treasure bag and took two swigs of it.
A strong smell of alcohol instantly surged into his head.
Li Changan still felt it was not enough, so he drank all the Erguotou in the bottle in one go.
"belch……"
Li Changan let out a wine burp, his cheeks were slightly red, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.
He casually pulled out a piece of paper, grabbed the wolf hair on the table, and dipped it in thick ink.
In the sea of consciousness, the dim stars that represent half of the song "About to Enter the Wine" are actually shining brightly at this moment.
It's obviously not even a complete poem.
But it seems to turn the literary spirit in the sea of consciousness upside down.
Li Changan waved his hand and wrote heavily,
""The wine will come""
“I don’t see you, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return.”
"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening."
"If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden cup stand empty against the moon."
"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back to you after all the money I have spent."
"If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, you will have to drink three hundred cups."
"Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, when you are about to drink, don't stop drinking."
"Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me."
"The bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will stay drunk and not wake up."
"In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, only the drinkers left their names."
"In the old days, King Chen had great banquets, wine fights and endless banter."
"What does the master say about having little money? It's up to you to sell it at your own discretion."
"The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you."
The whole poem is written in one go.
The mutton-fat jade book opened with a clatter.
Half of the song "I'm About to Enter the Wine" is finally complete after more than two years.
In the beginning, it was this poem that opened the door to his innate literature.
Now let this poem witness the re-start of my literary career!
Suddenly, there seemed to be a thunderous thunder in the sea of consciousness.
"Boom!"
The stars of poetry and prose that represent "About Wine" actually emit billions of rays of light.
The literary energy is like a tide, rumbles across the sea of consciousness.
The entire sea of consciousness lit up.
And in this sea of literary clouds, a star of poetry hangs high above it.
It seems that just this one song is enough to suppress everything.
The other stars of poetry and literature scattered in the literary orifice were all suppressed.
Li Changan suddenly opened his eyes, and his deep black and white eyes turned into white jade color at this moment, completely occupied by the literary spirit.
The sea of literary energy and clouds in the sea of consciousness suddenly began to shrink after experiencing the crazy sweep just now.
Li Changan's heart was beating wildly.
It was as if he had a premonition of something.
I saw a... phantom slowly appearing around the extremely bright star in the sea of literary clouds.
This shadow.
He is very familiar!
It was exactly two years ago in Linxian that I was awakened by half of the song "Jian Jin Jiu"... the innate literary talent!
Now, this poem with special significance has been completed.
Could it be that he could still condense...the second piece of innate literature!?
Li Changan's heart almost jumped out of his chest as he looked at the crazy gathering of literary energy in the sea of consciousness and the shadow that was gathering and solidifying bit by bit.
As long as he condenses a second piece of innate cultural kettle, his literary skills can be completely restored.
You can even take it to the next level.
No longer have to worry about being unable to communicate with Literary Saint List!
It is completely possible to seize a huge amount of literary energy in a very short period of time.
Literary cultivation will soon catch up with martial arts cultivation.
When the seventh level of "Great Zhou Tian Xuan Fa" is completed, you can hit the sixth level!
And all this,
As long as you condense this piece of innate literature, you will have it at your fingertips!
But……
But another voice appeared in his mind.
The voice was very small, but it was like a thorn piercing into the flesh. It was obviously inconspicuous, but it reminded Li Changan all the time.
In Lu Zhengju’s long memory of practicing Buddhism, there are a few words that are deeply imprinted in his heart.
"There is no saint in the world!"
"Holy temple... cultural relics... assistance... shackles..."
These words were like nails, hammered into Li Changan's mind.
Make it impossible for him to ignore.
Even Lu Zhengju couldn't be sure. He even looked through all the sages' classics and could only get a vague guess.
The temple, which once served as an aid to sanctification, and the cultural relics connecting the temple may have become a shackles to sanctification.
But Lu Zhengju could no longer confirm it at that time, leaving only a guess.
But……
Li Changan believed it.
Because Lu Zhengju has been pursuing how to become a saint his whole life, but he has never been able to achieve what he wanted.
Like him, Zhan Tianyuan wants to live out his second life.
Neither of them can become a saint if they are stronger than both of them.
The two of them are irrefutable proof!
Want to be holy,
Taking the old path... I'm afraid it really won't work.
Li Changan's eyes were full of struggle.
"With the innate cultural treasures, even if you can't become a saint, you can still achieve the first level!"
"And in the first rank, I am invincible!"
"As long as I reach the top, no one in the world can be my opponent."
"Even if you dominate the world, you can only do it in the blink of an eye."
But another voice was vehemently rebutting,
"Even if there are no cultural relics, the path of the Wenchang Monument can still work. The "Great Zhou Tianxuan Law" can still be perfected and can be invincible in the world."
"Having the Wenlu will save a little time, but as long as you get into the Literary Saint List, this Wenlu will make your identity invisible."
"So many poems and essays are gathered into one person and one piece of writing paper. Even a fool can think of you."
"Senior Lu Zhengju spent decades making the guess. Since the road to the first rank has been cut off, why don't you continue on your current path?"
"It has been hundreds of years and nearly a thousand years since the death of senior Lu Zhengju. Has anyone become a saint?"
"The old way...I'm afraid it really won't work..."
The two voices grew louder and louder, and finally completely occupied Li Changan's mind.
Xiantian Wenlu.
Want it or not!?
The shadow became more solid, and you could even see the blurry patterns on it.
It only takes half a quarter of an hour at most for the Xiantian Wenlu to be completely formed!
Time passes bit by bit,
Li Changan clenched and relaxed his fists, changing back and forth.
The patterns on the writing basket are clearly visible.
The innate Wenlu is about to be completed!
At the last moment, Li Changan gritted his teeth and
"Fuck, I made a bet with you!"
A stormy sea suddenly arose in the sea of consciousness.
The sea of literary energy clouds above and the ocean of true energy below suddenly became violent and swept across the entire sea of consciousness.
The innate cultural system that was about to be condensed was shattered into countless fragments in an instant.
A white light bloomed in front of Li Changan's eyes, completely drowning his sight.
The world seems to have become quiet...
I don’t know how long it took,
Li Changan gradually came to his senses,
In the sea of knowledge,
The star of the poem that represents "The Wine Will Enter" is still bright, and the tiny fragments seem to be attracted by it, turning into a circle of stars, slowly rotating around the star.
It's as if the innate cultural artifact just now has never appeared.
Li Changan sat down on the chair and stared blankly.
My own literary path has completely embarked on a path that no one has ever walked before, and I can never look back.
Just then,
The Thousand Mile Telephone Note in his arms buzzed and trembled, awakening Li Changan from his daze.