Green tiles and blue bricks, ancient and simple!

If you didn’t know, it would be hard to believe that the inconspicuous building in front of you is the Wen Hall 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 less simple than the surface.

From the moment he arrived here, Chen Shaojun felt a fetal movement in his heart, and it seemed that he had a kind of fusion response to the Wen Palace in front of him.

Om, the next moment was almost instinctive. Chen Shaojun thought, his literary energy gathered, poured his eyes into his eyes, and displayed the ability to look at him.

And the world in front of us suddenly changed-

It was rumbling, as if it had entered the downtown city from a quiet mountain.

Wen Palace is still the ancient Wen Palace.

But in Chen Shaojun's eyes, a huge pillar of air was more than ten feet wide, like the Milky Way of the Nine Heavens, pure white and flawless, dazzling and dazzling. From above the head, the depths of the endless sky poured down like rivers, hitting the ground heavily.

Where the column of air fell, the earth roared, and with this as the center, endless waves of literary energy burst out. The huge waves of literary energy rose one after another, rising more than ten feet high, surging, and constantly eroding towards all directions.

After Chen Shaojun arrived at Wen Palace, the special feeling was the constant erosion of the air waves.

After standing in front of the Wen Palace for such a moment, Chen Shaojun felt that his literary spirit had increased.

Haoran righteousness!

Seeing this scene, Chen Shaojun's heart was extremely shocked.

The "river" pouring down from the depths of the sky was the long river of great energy that my father once mentioned to him, the Confucian and Taoist lineage passed down from generation to generation, and the most fundamental cultural and Taoist dynasty.

Ever since there are words and inheritance of literary and morality in the world, people in the world have understood the black and white of good and evil, and there has been a great righteous spirit in this universe, and a great spirit in the long river.

The long river of great energy is invisible and invisible. It is not born in nature, but is an acquired product. However, even the immortals with great supernatural powers cannot detect where they exist.

It is rumored that when the ancestors of the sages first discovered the long river of great energy, they integrated the way of heaven and earth and the principles of the universe that they had comprehended. In order to prevent the martial arts powers from spying on, each sage would exhaust their energy before their lives disappeared and seal the long river of great energy, making the long river of great energy more and more secret.

Only those who have the right mind, as well as masters and sages, can feel each other with the long river of great spirit.

Countless eternals, countless thousands of years, one civilization after another, dynasty has emerged, countless scholars, sages and prophets have continued to grow, constantly strengthening the long river of great spirit.

As long as there is a right way in the world, there will be this great river of awe.

The long river of great energy is the symbol of the right path of heaven and earth.

And the Palace of Wen is also the only place where the world is full of righteousness and righteousness.

"Young Master, we are waiting outside. We won't go in."

At this moment, Honglian's timid voice came into her ears.

Looking at the inconspicuous Wendian ahead, Honglian was not sure about the key points, but she still instinctively showed a hint of awe.

Although the Wen Palace seems not big, the entire Shang Dynasty knew that it was a place where only scholars could enter.

Moreover, only the literary energy can be approached by more than 6 liters. Ordinary people will feel an invisible and powerful pressure before they get close to it, just like facing the impact of a waterfall.

In fact, Honglian already felt a little uncomfortable.

"Well, you guys are waiting for me here first."

Chen Shaojun nodded, knowing that Honglian and the others felt the pressure of the long river of great energy.

Chen Shaojun brushed his sleeves lightly and walked in quickly.

The Wen Hall is different from the Martial Hall, and the surroundings are extremely quiet and there are not so many noisy carriages.

Chen Shaojun walked on the blue stone pedestrian road outside the hall, stepping on the snow, making a thick squeak. Chen Shaojun passed by and saw only a few pedestrians.

Guangmeng is not that easy to obtain, and scholars are different from warriors after all, and they do not have such a strong desire for power.

Regarding Guangmian, the people in the literary world are more focused on increasing their literary spirit and improving their understanding.

"Hey, I failed again. It seems that it is really harder to pass the level of the Sutra Protector than climbing to heaven."

At this moment, a sound of footsteps suddenly came into his ears. Before he saw the person, Chen Shaojun felt a few strong literary atmosphere approaching from the palace of literature until he was approaching rapidly.

Those few were more literary than the ones. In Chen Shaojun's perception, the other party's literary spirit seemed to be stronger than himself.

In just a moment, Chen Shaojun soon saw the few people talking. The leader was wearing a Confucian shirt, with a thin figure, about eighteen or nineteen years old, and the other person was about the same age as him.

Chen Shaojun's eyes swept over their clothes, and he immediately understood:

"It's from the Zizhang School and the Zilu School."

Confucian uniforms are uniforms that are respected by Confucianism and Taoism, and their shapes are unified, but in some specific details, each of the eight major schools has subtle differences.

Judging from the depth of literary spirit, these two people have been immersed in Yin in the literary way for a long time. Even if Xie Chuan and others see him, they will probably call him Senior Brother.

"In the current situation, it is easy to obtain a light crown, but it is even more difficult to pass the test of protecting the monks!"

One of the young men sighed.

"There is no way, everyone is like this. Fortunately, I was mentally prepared when I came. Moreover, it was not only the two of us who could pass the test, but we could still accept it."

The two of them walked a few steps and finally noticed Chen Shaojun.

"Hmm? From Ziju School!"

Just a glance, the two immediately identified Chen Shaojun. Although both sides were far from being of the same generation and had a big age difference, the entire capital, the Ju school, which only had father and son, was probably well known to everyone, and even the two of them were not unfamiliar with them.

"Is this Chen Wolong? His literary talent has only increased a few times, and he actually ran to the Wen Palace."

"I am not talented and knowledgeable, but have a low eye and low knowledge. I actually came here to join in the fun."

When the two saw Chen Shaojun, they immediately frowned, obviously a little unhappy.

"Forget it, we still have important things, so I don't have to pay attention to him."

Just one glance, the two passed by Chen Shaojun. Their status was not peers with Chen Shaojun at all, so naturally they would not have the same knowledge as him.

The two of them said as they drifted apart and soon disappeared outside the hall. However, Chen Shaojun stopped and stopped, with a look of thought in his eyes.

He has seen too much sarcasm since he was a child, so he didn't take it too seriously. Instead, the guardians of the sutras caught his attention:

"I remember that in Wen Hall, if you want to obtain the light crown, you must first go through a test, and there is a dedicated person to preside over it. Are they talking about him?"

Wendian was too far away for Chen Shaojun in the past. He had never been here before, nor had he paid much attention to it. However, judging from the conversation between the two students from the Zhang Xueshu School and the Zilu School, it seemed that it was much more difficult than he thought to enter Wendian to obtain the light crown.

"No matter what, the boat will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge. When it reaches the inside, you will naturally know."

Thinking of this, Chen Shaojun quickly took a step in.

After walking forward, after about thirty or forty steps, he entered the hall.

Although it is the cold winter, the hall is warm, as if it is in a warm spring.

In the passage, several figures were sweeping.

Chen Shaojun didn't care at first, but the next moment, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but thrust slightly.

In the Wen Palace, it is better to say that it is a place where great scholars gather, rather than open to ordinary students.

"It is said that the people in the Wen Hall are responsible for cleaning the Great Confucianism and great scholars, and now it seems that this is true."

Chen Shaojun said in his heart.

If the Confucian Temple is a place where students gather together to study and do their studies, then in a sense, the Wen Temple also gathers many great scholars and scholars who devote themselves to studying and studying.

The great scholars and scholars held brooms in one hand and held scriptures in the other. When they saw Chen Shaojun coming in, they just nodded slightly, then they withdrew their gaze and focused on the scriptures in their hands, reading while scanning, as if they were carefully exploring the essence of it.

Chen Shaojun bowed and bowed and soon entered the depths of the hall.

The hall was extremely empty. When Chen Shaojun stepped into the hall, the first thing he saw was rows of huge bookshelf. Except for the entrance, the entire hall had three walls, from the ground to the ceiling, were filled with huge bookshelfs, filled with classics, history, and collections of literature.

All the book covers are very old, and it can be seen that they have been around for a long time.

And right in the center of the hall, Chen Shaojun saw an old man with white hair.

The old man had wrinkles on his face and was slightly hunched over. He looked like an ordinary old man, but he was wearing a purple Confucian robe.

The Confucian robe was completely different from that of Chen Shaojun, and even different from those of the Shang Dynasty, and looked even older.

The emperor offered wine!

Chen Shaojun's eyelids twitched. This was the costume of Confucian scholars who were in charge of etiquette in ancient times, and only very special people could wear it.

At the same time, because he is very familiar with etiquette, he specially took charge of the sacrificial rituals for the royal family, and was called the Emperor's sacrificial rituals.

But now, the position of Emperor Jijiu has long been abolished.

The Confucian uniforms are very strict, especially for this kind of ancient costume, which even many great scholars and scholars are not qualified to wear. This man is wearing ancient emperor's priest wine uniforms, and his status is absolutely extraordinary.

"Is this the sacred guardian?"

Chen Shaojun understood something in his heart.

"Student Chen Shaojun has met the teacher."

Chen Shaojun's voice was loud and he quickly stepped forward to salute with an extremely respectful expression.

Was it, the sound of a layer of pages turning came to my ears. In the hall, the old man was watching a scripture in his hand, with his expression focused and motionless, as if he had not heard Chen Shaojun's voice, immersed in his own world.

Chen Shaojun wanted to speak out again, but when he saw the old man looking through the scriptures and focusing on reading, he stood respectfully and waited silently.

Half an hour later, the old man finally closed the book.

"Student Chen Shaojun, I have met the teacher."

Seeing this, Chen Shaojun politely said again.

Hearing Chen Shaojun's voice, the old man put down the book and slowly raised his head.

At that moment, Chen Shaojun saw his eyes.

They were an old and turbid pair of eyes full of endless wisdom.
Chapter completed!