"Thousands of years ago, Yihan and I were both brothers and sisters. I was good at Neo Confucianism, while Yihan liked Xinxue. We argued for several years, and finally agreed to a decisive battle in one day.
"I discussed that argument with Yihan for three days and three nights, and finally the old man and Yihan reached a draw. However, this is not the result that the old man wanted."
"The way of heaven is awesome. If I want to go further, I will never admit defeat here. Therefore, I chose the military solution, leaving only this relic. When future generations understand what I have learned, I will pass on all the words of my life to you and others .¡±
That voice, as if it came from nine heavens, was full of solemnity and majesty.
When all the people heard these words, there was a turmoil in their hearts.
Even the white-haired Confucian stood up and said in a trembling voice, "You are a literary sage of Neo-Confucianism, Zirong?"
In ancient times, there were two major schools of Confucianism and Taoism, one was Xinxue and the other was Neo Confucianism.
The two schools have different philosophies, so Confucian scholars between the two schools often refute each other, always wanting to prove that the other is wrong.
Even the sages of the two sects are the same.
Thousands of years ago, the last literary sage to ascend was Yihan, who never thought that this literary sage would be a contemporary of Yihan.
"I'm waiting to meet the saint."
All Confucian scholars bowed to this skinny old man.
I can't argue you to the point of losing, even if it's a draw, I won't accept it.
One would rather die than admit that one's ideas cannot overwhelm the other.
This kind of will is simply terrifying.
The skinny old man said lightly: "I don't want my Neo Confucian inheritance to be cut off. This phantom should be the last afterimage I have left between the heaven and the earth."
"You wait for a good life to practice, I hope, my way is not alone."
Dazzling golden lights immediately sprinkled on the surrounding people.
For a moment, all the people around Wen Sheng's light and shadow were covered by this golden light at the same time, and a light of wisdom flashed in everyone's heavenly spirit.
? Like enlightenment, in an instant, many people's literary and moral cultivation bases have improved by leaps and bounds.
"I, wait!" Li Xiang was anxious, he never expected such a result.
Although he is proud in his heart, but now it is related to the inheritance of Wen Sheng, and he must obtain it no matter what.
However, as soon as he ran over, the surrounding golden light had disappeared.
Many people are still immersed in the state of being preached and received karma. Many people just close their eyes and mutter words in their mouths, as if they have some insights.
It's too late for everything.
The white-haired Confucian suddenly opened his eyes, and suddenly laughed out loud: "This old man can still break through the realm of literature and Taoism again in his lifetime, hahahaha!"
Hearty laughter resounded through the sky, stirring up the awe-inspiring aura around him, and they gathered in his direction.
When the people around saw this scene, they all looked at the white-haired scholar in surprise.
However, they soon came back to their senses, and immediately recalled the inheritance they had received.
"As expected of the inheritance of Wen Sheng, it is really ingenious!"
"I feel that ten years of hard work have been directly saved. No, it is my future practice that has become clearer!"
This inheritance is simply a once-in-a-thousand-year encounter.
In order not to let his inheritance disappear, Wen Sheng Zirong not only passed on all his understanding of literature and Taoism to everyone, but even passed on some experience in cultivation.
It can be said that after this time, Bailu Academy will produce many more geniuses.
"II actually wasted this opportunity for nothing!" Li Xiang looked at the people around him immersed in the joy of getting the inheritance one by one, and couldn't hold back his jealousy anymore. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com