Chapter 11: Literary Qi Enters the Sea of ​​Consciousness

"There has to be a time limit, right, Dad?!"

Zeng Anmin asked loudly to his father's back.

Practicing Confucianism did not conflict with Zeng Anmin's plan, so he did not resist it.

But if you don't give me money... then what's the fun in practicing?!

The old man paused slightly, pondered for a moment, and then gave Zeng Anmin the answer.

"When you open up the Purple Mansion, you can come back."

At that time, Emperor Jianhong was still in Liangjiang County, and the mastermind behind the missing Dragon Map had not yet been caught.

Zeng Shilin didn't want his son to be involved.

Okay, I'll be back tonight...

Of course, Zeng Anmin would never say this.

That is to say, he has to wait until he completely understands the secret behind the Dragon Map before he can say anything.

"Then I'll try to hurry up." Zeng Anmin showed a relaxed smile on his face:

Dad didn't stop, but a hint of teasing appeared on his face.

quick?

How fast can it be?

He studied Confucianism and Taoism since he was sixteen years old, and it took him three years to open up the Purple Palace.

And this is already a gift from heaven.

…

"Master, let's go. The carriage is just outside the mansion."

A silly voice sounded.

Zeng Anmin saw a brown bear...and a man who looked very much like a brown bear walked in.

Qi Dachun.

Qi Bo's son.

This man was nine feet tall, with a broad back and strong arms, and when he walked he looked like a huge door panel.

It's just that those eyes look... a little too wise.

…………

Water Governor Academy.

Located outside the south of Liangjiang County.

Backed by peaks and mountains, next to green waters.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, it is a paradise on earth.

When Zeng Anmin saw the environment around Shuidu Academy, his soul was also purified by the natural beauty.

It is already autumn now, the mountains are cool and the whole mountain is covered with red maple leaves.

Zeng Anmin had lived in a modern city full of industry in his previous life and rarely saw such spectacular natural scenery. He felt a little emotional for a moment:

"Stop the car and... ahem, the frosted leaves are redder than February flowers. Beautiful mountains, beautiful scenery."

"Hey, it's pretty good."

Qi Dachun's innocent laughter rang out.

Zeng Anmin turned his head to look.

At this time, Dachun was carrying bedding for two people, daily necessities, two large boxes, and four or five bundles...

Even though he had already entered the physical cultivation level, he couldn't help but feel a little out of breath.

"Dachun, why are you picking up so many stones?"

Zeng Anmin looked at Dachun's hand.

Even though he was carrying so many things, he still picked up a lot of strange-shaped stones.

Dachun licked his thick lips with his tongue:

"Ever since I was little, I've always wanted to pick up something when I go out. I'm used to it."

Zeng Anmin's mouth twitched: "You don't pick up things you find on the road, right?"

"ah?"

Dachun looked bewildered:

"What... Aunt Shit?"

“I’ll feel bad if I don’t pick up something along the way.”

Zeng Anmin explained to Dachun.

………

In a small courtyard of Shuidu Academy.

An old man is fishing with a yellow bamboo fishing rod in his hand and a relaxed look on his face.

The old man had white hair and a youthful face, and was a little thin. The most eye-catching thing about him were his eyes, which were full of wisdom.

It seems that just by looking into his eyes, one can feel the mystery of Confucianism.

It was Qin Shoucheng, the dean of Shuidu Academy.

"Dean, Governor Zeng's only son has enrolled in school." The old housekeeper reported respectfully.

"Um."

Qin Shoucheng nodded nonchalantly.

"Don't you want to go and take a look?" the butler asked after hesitating.

After all, he is the governor's son. Not to mention his knowledge, even just his status must be shown respect.

Qin Shoucheng glanced at him and sneered:

"As the son of a great scholar, I haven't been known for any talent in the past sixteen years. Do you think I could be a Confucianist?"

"Don't say anything more. See you, see you."

If this gets out, won't outsiders laugh at me, Qin Shoucheng, for following the trend?

…

A new school was established at Shuidu Academy.

But not many students were admitted this time.

Including Zeng Anmin, there are only a dozen new students.

Not all Confucian and Taoist students are qualified to come to Shuidu Academy; they need someone to recommend them.

All students who come to Shuidu Academy have one thing in common, and that is the test paper.

On the first day of school, no one was distracted in class. Everyone was listening attentively to the teacher's lecture.

"The path of Confucianism is all about accumulation. One must carefully comprehend the artistic conception of the book. Those who are enlightened can grasp the spirit of literature in just one year."

“Only when one comprehends a wisp of literary energy can one reach the first realm of Confucianism and Taoism, known as the realm of self-cultivation.”

"The foundation of literary energy is the human body's essence. Therefore, one must be sixteen years old and have a full complement of essence and energy before practicing. Otherwise, lifespan may be shortened at best, or even premature death at worst."

The teacher is about forty years old.

He was dressed in a Confucian robe, with a solemn face and indifferent eyes.

He stretched out his hand and waved gently.

A faint milky white light flickered between his fingers.

"ah……"

All the students, including Zeng Anmin, looked at the white halo in shock.

Anyone who sees this supernatural phenomenon for the first time will be surprised.

The teacher was used to this. He took out a black jar from under the table and opened it gently.

“Buzz!!!”

A ball of black gas visible to the naked eye rushed out instantly.

"This energy is evil. If an ordinary person is possessed by it, they will feel dizzy and as if a heavy stone is pressing on them."

The teacher calmly explained to everyone.

As soon as the black gas appeared, it circled around the beams of the school for a few times, and then attacked a student impatiently.

"Ah!" The student turned pale with fright when he saw this.

"Hmph!" The instructor's face turned cold, and he snapped his fingers, and a halo popped out of his hand.

The milky white light arrived in the blink of an eye.

"Hiss~" a teeth-grinding sound was heard.

In just a moment, the black gas dissipated into nothingness.

"However, as Confucian cultivators, we only need a little bit of cultural influence to disintegrate it."

The teacher smiled and turned to look at the students.

Sure enough, more than a dozen students blushed and their eyes turned green.

I wish I could study hard and learn the Confucian and Taoist spirit on the spot!

Zeng Anmin was naturally among them.

"Confucianism has a long history. Our ancestors explored it throughout the ages and summarized three books that are most convenient for understanding the spirit of literature. They are on your desk..."

“Wow…”

Before the teacher could finish his words, the sound of impatient flipping of pages could be heard in the classroom.

The first lesson after enrollment is to motivate students to study, and he is the best in the entire academy in this regard.

To this end, he went through great pains to find some evil spirits...

During the Great Sage Dynasty, Confucianism and Taoism flourished, and ghosts and evil spirits were almost impossible to find.

Like the other students, Zeng Anmin looked towards the desk.

They are "Taixue", "Yi Zi" and "Confucian Classics" respectively.

He picked up a copy of "Taixue" and opened it.

The content of the book was difficult for Ao Ya to understand, but fortunately Zeng Anmin had the foundation laid by his previous life, so he could barely understand it.

Just as he was about to put the book down.

His gaze suddenly fixed.

The contents of the book are deeply imprinted in my mind and cannot be erased!

At the same time, he suddenly felt a warm current flowing from his brain, rushing straight to the sea of ​​consciousness...

Literary!

Zeng Anmin's eyes seemed thoughtful.

(End of this chapter)