The ability of Confucianism to look at qi is completely different from that of any school. Chen Shaojun is an immortal, but it is also the first time he has gained the ability of Confucianism to look at qi, and the first time he observes the Confucian world in this way.

Looking down, Chen Shaojun saw the black smoke and inspiration light that kept rolling out of the room in the Confucian Temple room. Different inspiration lights represent different potentials and insights. Everything was presented to Chen Shaojun in an intuitive way.

All of this gave Chen Shaojun an unprecedented fresh experience.

——This is the world of Wendao.

And just in the huge trunk of Wenshu, Chen Shaojun also saw its consciousness. It was an old man-like phantom, wrapped in black air, and looked old. But at this moment, the black dead air accumulated in its chest continued to dissipate, and the phantom of Wenshu also changed from an old man who had grown old, becoming younger and younger, and finally transformed into a four or five-year-old child, the child who had appeared under the tree before.

Wenshu's heart is gone, he is returning to nature and returning to his original appearance.

An enlightenment arose in Chen Shaojun's heart, but Wenshu's changes have not stopped. Just after he restored his true nature, his spirituality burst out. Chen Shaojun's words seemed to completely liberate it and let it have a complete enlightenment.

"What did you do, what did you do? What did Wenshu give you!"

At this moment, a flash of light, and the King of Jing Yue's supernatural power, Xiaonian, rode the strong green cow and returned. He flashed, jumped off the back of the green cow, and grabbed Chen Shaojun's robe with excitement.

"I tried so much to untie it. How could you do it? How could you be enlightened by Wenshu so easily? It's impossible for anyone to do it!"

Wang Xiaonian stared at Chen Shaojun, as if he wanted to see through his soul. He had always been arrogant, but everything in front of him obviously gave him a great impact.

He couldn't believe that the person named Chen Shaojun in front of him did what he and those great scholars had not done.

"It is better to have no books than to apply what you have learned, be flexible and flexible.

Chen Shaojun turned around and looked at Wang Xiaonian and said with a smile.

The latter is probably more familiar with the scriptures than he himself, but he is still too young, too rigid, and too obedient to his script.

"It is better to have no books than to believe in books?"

Wang Xiaonian trembled all over, opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at Chen Shaojun in disbelief. The last sentence Chen Shaojun said made him even more shocked than any previous sentence.

Confucian disciples all regard the scriptures of their ancestors as the criterion. As a Confucian child, Chen Shaojun actually said that it is better to have no books than to believe in books, which simply breaks Wang Xiaonian's perception.

"You! You! You!"

Wang Xiaonian let go of his hands and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

However, Chen Shaojun looked calm and looked free and easy.

Although he was born in a family of literary and Taoism, he was not a pure Confucian disciple. Before that, his first identity was the King of Artifacts. The way of refining weapons was to seek innovation and change, innovate, and be unconventional. Only in this way could he create a more powerful magic weapon. If it were not for this, he would not have been able to establish a sect in refining weapons and form a sect.

Wang Xiaonian might be shocked, but for Chen Shaojun, this is a natural thing.

Moreover, in Chen Shaojun's view, this is also a common quality among the Confucian and Taoist sages. If it weren't for this, wouldn't it be called a sage and educated for generations?

"Boom!"

At this moment, a huge sound came from the trunk of Wenshu.

Chen Shaojun looked in the sound and saw the energy in the huge Wenshu's body surge. Wenshu's consciousness had not stopped changing. In just a moment, the light flashed. The four or five-year-old child who was transformed into Wenshu also disappeared. Only a full moon-like light was left, containing endless vitality and power, and then it burst out from the roots of Wenshu and radiated towards the trunks above and the withered branches.

The branches of the Wen tree trembled and turned into tentacles, spreading towards the void like life, connecting with the vast ocean of literary energy above the Confucian Temple.

The wind was howling, and just as the eyes of the two of them, the vast literary atmosphere above the Confucian Temple brushed down from the sky like a waterfall, and roared into the literary tree. The literary tree was already dead, but at this moment, a green green burst out.

There were only a burst of roars, crackling, and the earth cracked. The thick branches of the Wen tree actually drilled into the ground, growing up at a speed visible to the naked eye, constantly rising, seventeen or eighteen feet, still growing, countless branches pulled out from the tree, and the originally bare old branches also radiated a sense of vitality and greenness. Countless branches were drawn out, like a huge palm, huge and uninvited, stretching towards the sky above the Confucian Temple.

"The dead trees meet spring, and the dead trees meet spring!"

Wang Xiaonian raised his head and his expression was touched. The growth of Wenshu stopped a thousand years ago, but after untied his heart knot, the Wenshu in front of him actually ushered in a second spring and grew again.

Such things are simply unheard of.

And the literary tree is still growing, twenty feet, thirty feet!

Absorbing a lot of literary energy, the literary tree in front of me was full of light and shone with splendor, standing there like a stunning tree. The literary energy on the huge tree condensed, showing patterns, and finally evolved into dense, countless Confucian characters, spreading up from the tree body, and even golden words appeared on the leaves drawn from the literary tree.

A single tree makes a forest!

Magnificent!

Sacred Zhuang/Stern!

It turns out that this is its true face.

Chen Shaojun's eyes flashed, and at this moment, he suddenly understood why this tree was called the Confucian and Taoist sacred tree.

"what happens?"

"Look at it, it's Wenshu!"

At this moment, a burst of exclamations came from afar.

The huge changes in the Wenshu, including the changes in the astronomical atmosphere, have already alarmed countless sleeping students in the Confucian Temple. A student hurriedly put on his clothes, walked out of the wing room, and came towards the backyard of the Confucian Temple.

"The dead trees come to spring, and the willow trees have survived! That's great! Report to Master quickly!"

More and more students are experiencing changes in the literary tree and gathering here.

The Wenshu in front of him had already changed its appearance, and a series of bright lights continued to emanate from the Wenshu, illuminating the Confucian Temple into daylight. Chen Shaojun couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw this scene, and a desire to retreat in his heart.

"It's time to leave."

For Chen Shaojun, he could not attract too many people's attention at the moment. Before everyone arrived, Chen Shaojun disguised himself as a student watching and retreated without a trace.

On the other side, Wang Xiaonian also noticed Chen Shaojun's actions.

"Hmph, it must be a coincidence. I, Wang Xiaonian, will not lose to anyone! Wait and see, I will definitely defeat you! Xiaoqing, let's go!"

Wang Xiaonian flipped over the cow's back and walked towards the distance. He has always been arrogant. At this time, he is even more reluctant to stay here than Chen Shaojun.

"boom!"

With the infusion of literary energy and the extraction of a large number of branches and leaves, the literary tree became brighter and brighter, attracting the attention of more and more students in the Confucian Temple. However, in a moment, a large number of students gathered under the tall literary tree, and the Confucian Temple was already boiling.

"My literary spirit has actually increased!"

"So too, so too!"

"Look, there are golden sentences from "The Great Learning" on the literary tree, and... and "The Analects of Confucius"!"

...

A gust of wind blew, and the branches of the Wen tree were shaking. In an instant, countless golden fluorescent stars scattered from the Wen tree branches and leaves and sank into the students under the Wen tree. In just a moment, countless Wen Temple students felt the breath in their bodies moving, and their literary energy grew. But in this moment, their literary energy increased more than the past ten days. In an instant, countless students in the Temple cheered excitedly.

But everything is far from over. This earth-shaking change has shocked far more than the students in the Confucian Temple. A flash of light, two familiar figures immediately appeared beside Wenshu.

Looking at the huge blue pillar in front of him, Wen Shu, who was completely different from the one in his memory, both Master Zhu and Master Zhu were shocked.

The place where the two lived was a little far away from here, and they rushed over a little slower. They didn't see what had happened before, but the scene in front of them was too amazing!

"Who is so capable that he can enlighten the literary tree."

Master Zhu and Master looked at each other and saw the shock of each other.

In order to save Wenshu, the great Shang, Confucian and Taoist ranks all tried their best and tried all kinds of methods. Even the Confucian capital took action but all returned in vain. Now, some people have inspired Wenshu to do things that none of them have done.

“Did you see who did it?”

Master Zhu recruited a student and asked.

"The students came a little late and never saw it."

The student bowed and replied quickly.

The students nearby also shook their heads. They were all attracted by the bright light of the Wenshu and did not pay attention to anything else.

Master Zhu's heart moved, his literary spirit poured into his eyes, and he looked around again. After a moment, he immediately discovered some clues.

"This is the breath of that child, is it him?"

Master Zhu couldn't hide his surprise in his eyes. He looked back at Master Zhu. Master Zhu saw the same vibration in the other party's eyes. However, he did not expect that before the two of them could speak, Wenshu's changes had already attracted more changes.

Om, without any signs, just above the Confucian Temple, the literary spirit condensed and suddenly turned into thousands of words.

The words tilted down like a waterfall, landed on the ground, and instantly turned into noble and gentle figures.

The literary spirit of these people is so deep and strong that it is even stronger than that of Master Zhu and Master Zhu.

Incarnation of righteous energy!

This is the Confucian and Taoist lineage, and only those who have the ability can reach the level of a master at least.

The literature is well-versed in the ages, and the chapters are passed down for thousands of years!

Scholars study the heavens and man, understand the way of heaven and earth, and understand the way of life, every word is used to communicate yin and yang, and combine with heaven and earth, and all qi are connected, and then they can have the incarnation of righteous energy.

"Master Confucianshou!"

Seeing the man in front of him, Master Zhu and Master were shocked, and quickly stepped forward and bowed.

No one expected that the changes in Wenshu attracted so many people's attention, and even the Confucian capital was alarmed and appeared here with many Confucian and Taoist masters.

This is a grand event that has never been seen in the Confucian Temple!

"I inform all the great scholars, masters, and Wenshu to come to the Confucian Temple to comprehend!"

The Confucian leader said a loud voice.

From the time of his appearance, his eyes were focused on the lush literary tree and never changed.

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[Roar, today is another four chapters. I hope your brothers will support you more!]
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