Chapter 16 Confused Zeng Anmin

"I know this." Zeng Anmin nodded.

"Once the seven hundred acupoints are filled with Wen Qi, you can wait for the opportunity. If you have a sudden enlightenment, you can fill the Wen Qi to open up the Purple Palace. Once the Purple Palace is opened, the seven hundred strands of Wen Qi will be absorbed into the Purple Palace and condensed into one place, which is called the Great Righteous Qi."

"At that time, it can be called the Purple Mansion Realm."

"This is the realm of the first three grades of Confucian scholars."

"Later, there will be middle third rank and upper third rank, but I am not talented enough to enlighten you."

Zhang Lun said this with a calm expression, "If you want to know, I will ask the Master tomorrow and then I will give you the answer."

“No, no.”

Zeng Anmin bowed earnestly to Zhang Lun and said, "Thank you, Brother Tongyu!"

For the first time, he felt a warmth from a stranger.

Zhang Lun smiled and helped Zeng Anmin up, saying, "Brother Quan Fu, there's no need to underestimate yourself. The fact that he grasped the spirit of literature in just a quarter of an hour has already destined him to become a great scholar in the future. Let's encourage each other on our journey."

"It took me a whole day to understand the literary spirit back then."

"hehe."

Zeng Anmin looked up and asked in a puzzled manner:

"Today, I was browsing books in the library. I came across a book called 'On Confucianism and Martial Arts'. It said that Confucianism and martial arts cannot be practiced together. I'm not very knowledgeable, so I didn't quite understand it..."

This is the cliché part.

Zhang Lun's eyes flashed with a smile of understanding, and he chuckled and said:

"Brother Quan Fu, I had the same thought in my time."

“But after I understood it later, I gave up the idea.”

"Oh?" Zeng Anmin looked confused.

But his heart moved slightly, and he was looking forward to Zhang Lun's voice.

"In fact, the opening chapter of 'On Confucianism and Martial Arts' has already given us the answer."

"The Confucian way requires the cultivation of literary energy, but literary energy and martial energy are two extremely incompatible energy types."

"Even I, my foolish brother, have thought about opening up the Purple Palace, gathering the literary energy within it and transforming it into righteous energy, and then starting to cultivate the path of martial arts..."

At this point, Zhang Lun smiled and shook his head:

"But this method is too naive."

Zeng Anmin's heart sank slightly.

But he remained calm and asked, "Why?"

"Although the literary energy has gathered in the Purple Palace, the acupuncture points throughout my body have been washed away by it. If I rashly allow the martial arts energy to enter my body, I will surely explode and die..."

"The reverse is also true. Martial arts also require the infusion of martial arts essence into the acupoints. The same is true for those who switch to Confucianism and Taoism."

"Although I'm not sure whether the righteous energy condensed from literary energy can be compatible with the true energy of martial arts."

"But from ancient times to the present, everyone has cultivated step by step according to the procedures. How could anyone start by directly opening up the Purple Mansion Realm?"

Zhang Lun laughed at this. He looked at Zeng Anmin and asked:

"You agree?"

“Ah?! Ah! Yes, yes…”

Zeng Anmin's smile seemed a little guilty.

…

Zhang Lun is an excellent teacher. He is very patient when explaining things. Even when he encounters something you don’t understand, he will explain it slowly, breaking it down and feeding it to you bit by bit.

After a conversation, Zeng Anmin developed a great liking for Zhang Lun.

Very knowledgeable.

Excellent patience.

A child from a poor family.

Be diligent, cautious, solemn and respectful.

…

In short, it makes people feel relaxed and happy, and they unconsciously develop a liking for it.

"Master, it's getting late. We should go."

Dachun stood cautiously outside the door, bending over and looking inside.

He is taller than the door...

It turned out that I had been chatting with Zhang Lun for so long without realizing it.

Zeng Anmin came back to his senses, stood up and said to Zhang Lun with a smile, "Brother Tongyu, why don't we stop here today?"

Zhang Lun looked at the sky outside, his face a little dazed.

I never thought that time would pass so quickly.

"Okay, let's talk tomorrow."

Zhang Lun stood up, simply folded up the bookcase, and went out.

…………

Walking on the road, Zeng Anmin's eyes were shining with brilliance.

We talked so much today, but for him, there is only one key point!

Even Zhang Lun has given his answer.

Just reverse the process and we can draw a conclusion:

"When I cultivate Wen Qi, I don't cultivate it from within my body, but rather it rises from the space of my sea of ​​consciousness."

"There is no trace of Wen Qi left in the body."

"In other words, even if you practice martial arts, there is no conflict!"

…

After Zeng Anmin figured this out, he couldn't suppress the urge in his heart!

"Even if the martial arts aura enters the sea of ​​consciousness, it won't conflict, because by that time, my literary aura will have already become a righteous aura!"

"Whether Haoran Zhengqi and Wudao Zhenqi are compatible... there's no need to worry about this. After all, there are many rumors in this world that many great Confucian and Taoist scholars have transferred Haoran Zhengqi into the bodies of martial arts masters to heal their injuries..."

Zeng Anmin took a deep breath and buried this thought in his heart.

This kind of thing must be done in secret and must not be discovered.

His eyes flashed with brilliance.

"Then next, we need to learn the introductory method of martial arts."

Where to find it?

"Master, I'm hungry..."

Qi Dachun's voice sounded silly.

Hearing this voice, Zeng Anmin wanted to slap himself.

Right! Isn't this just guarding a treasure mountain without knowing it?

"Hungry? Great! You can eat anything you want!!"

Zeng Anmin was in a good mood. With a wave of his hand, he took Qi Dachun to the dining hall.

…

That night.

Zeng Anmin, lying on the bed, carefully thought about Dachun's naive words.

"There are two ways to do martial arts."

"The first method is to find a Qi-inducing diagram and practice according to the postures on it."

"But the second type is me. I remember my father would press his hands on my back a few times, and I could feel a warm current..."

Where could he find someone who could get a martial arts master to press down on him from behind?!

Therefore, the four words "Qi-inducing Atlas" became what Zeng Anmin needed to consider next.

…

Unable to fall asleep after tossing and turning, Zeng Anmin immersed himself in his own sea of ​​consciousness.

At this time, the sea of ​​consciousness was still shrouded in purple mist.

In the middle is the shadow of the Dragon Map.

On the right is a ball of literary energy that he has condensed.

Zhang Lun also gave him an answer today. If the literary energy wants to condense into the righteous energy, it needs seven hundred and twenty.

So from now on he only needs to study step by step, and he will soon be able to cultivate a righteous spirit.

As for the left side...

"Buzz~"

An extremely gorgeous dagger was suspended there.

The blade is not long, only about two feet.

But the blade was so sharp that people dared not look directly at it, and it gave off a chilling feeling.

Just one glance and you can feel the terrifying power within it.

[(Silver) Martial Arts Spiritual Weapon: Instantly obtain a Martial Arts Spiritual Weapon (will be directly delivered to a safe location)]

Zeng Anmin could never have imagined that the safe location mentioned by the system was actually in his own sea of ​​consciousness.

But it’s okay. Being able to avoid being discovered is my absolute trump card.

Zeng Anmin walked around in the middle of his sea of ​​consciousness.

Just about to exit the space and go to sleep.

His body suddenly stiffened!

His face looked extremely dull!

His eyes were fixed on the shadow of the dragon map in front of him.

[The sea ends where the sky becomes the shore, the mountain reaches its peak where I am.]

This is what I wrote last time.

But the sentence above [Single arm can cut through eternity, only I can rule the nine states]...

Disappeared!!!

Instead, there is this sentence:

[Excellent poem! Are you a Confucian cultivator from the Northern Holy Kingdom?!]

A chill went straight into Zeng Anmin's neck.

this……

What on earth is going on? ! !

(End of this chapter)