Song Anqi looked over involuntarily, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.
Li Xiang snorted coldly: "Playing tricks."
He went straight forward, waved his long sleeves, and a gust of wind blew by, ready to blow away the words in the air.
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Following a gust of wind, Lu Yu did not move, neither did the words in the air, and even the papers that were originally placed on the table did not move.
"I don't believe it yet." Li Xiang stretched out his hand, intending to disperse the words in the air.
However, just as he put his hand on it, his expression suddenly changed, and his shoulders couldn't help but tilt.
These words seem to be floating in the air, illusory and invisible, but they seem to be of great weight.
Even if Li Xiang is a monk, he still feels as heavy as a mountain in front of him.
Seeing this, the great scholar in white also had a look of surprise in his eyes, and stretched out his hand to reach for the words in the air.
Just as he put his hand on it, he suddenly exclaimed: "One character is like a mountain!"
The white-clothed Confucian no longer had the same contempt as before, he quickly walked up to check the sentiments written by Lu Yu.
He didn't read carefully before, but now he observed carefully, only to find that the sentiments written by Lu Yu were so unpredictable that even he had to think for a long time to understand the meaning.
"These, are they real scriptures? But, how how come there are so many!" Daru was stunned.
According to his understanding, there are only two chapters in Wensheng's classics.
And according to the previous conclusions, these classics are not very important to comprehend, so Bailu Academy is willing to take them out to give everyone a chance to comprehend.
But now, what Lu Yu wrote has exceeded their expectations.
"Could he be writing other scriptures of Wen Sheng? But this is not right, I have never read these scriptures."
These white-haired Confucian scholars have lived a lifetime of ignorance, so of course they know whether Lu Yu is cheating or not.
It was indeed the first time he had seen these scriptures in front of him.
Seeing this, other Confucian scholars walked over curiously and watched from the sidelines.
Gradually, there were more and more people around, and many people even sat down cross-legged, quietly watching the sentiments written by Lu Yu.
"I have never heard of the insights and ideas here before."
"It's so mysterious. Just by looking at it, I feel that my literary realm has improved a bit."
Even Song Anqi sat silently next to Lu Yu and watched silently.
"What's so interesting, it's just a mystery, you take it seriously." Li Xiang curled his lips and said disdainfully.
With his proud character, of course he would not read what Lu Yu wrote.
Just when Li Xiang didn't take it seriously, all the words in front of Lu Yu actually emitted dazzling golden lights.
Following the emergence of these golden lights, a thin old man suddenly appeared in the sky above the sage book.
The moment the old man appeared, everyone present felt a radiance falling on their faces.
Clang! clang! clang!
The bell of Bailu Academy suddenly rang, nine times in a row!
"This is the birth of a saint!"
"What happened to make the saint come to the world?"
"Could it be that he came into the world because of the article written by this son? This, this is simply unimaginable!"
Many Confucian scholars looked at the figure in the sky in shock, and a trace of awe passed from the bottom of their hearts.
The old man in front of him spoke slowly under the gaze of everyone.
"My name is Zirong." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com