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Chen Hao climbed a few steps and stopped.

The cliffs on both sides of the stone staircase road are extremely flat, as if they were split open by divine soldiers.

There are words carved on the flat stone wall.

Cliff carvings.

Chen Hao thought of the name of the characters and patterns carved on the stone wall in another world, and watched the stone wall with great interest.

The texts on the stone walls on both sides are mostly poems belonging to different eras, some signed and some unsigned.

Chen Hao read these poems while walking.

From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, there was not a single poem that Chen Hao found surprising or brilliant.

On poetry attainments.

The literati in this world are really far behind the literati in ancient China.

This is mostly related to the prosperity of martial arts.

Furthermore, most of the time the great Confucian scholars spent their energy on the aspect of "reception between heaven and man" and had no intention of studying poetry.

Wherever there is a loss there is a gain.

Chen Hao sighed.

"Your Excellency is a master of poetry, why don't you leave a poem here?" Tang Xian couldn't help but ask Chen Hao.

A masterpiece of poetry?

The literati who were climbing mountains around did not know Chen Hao. After hearing what Tang Xian said, they were either skeptical, disdainful, or became competitive.

"Why are you studying?" Chen Hao suddenly asked, not only to a few subordinates, but also to others.

"The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own beauty like jade!"

A scholar shouted, amusing everyone.

"Rule the world for the imperial court!"

"Reading books by saints is, of course, for self-cultivation."

"To succeed!"

People kept answering Chen Hao.

Chen Hao's subordinates didn't say anything.

As a warrior, I haven't read many books, so I don't have the nerve to talk in front of literati.

Chen Hao shook his head.

"Then tell me, why are you studying?" one person asked Chen Hao, a bit strangely.

"Why study..." Chen Hao raised his right hand, pointed his index finger at the smooth stone wall on one side of the stone steps, and wrote quickly.

At this moment, Chen Hao is bold and uninhibited. His demeanor alone has impressed many people.

Establish a heart for the heaven and earth, and establish a destiny for the people.

In order to inherit the unique knowledge of the past saints, and to bring peace to all generations.

Chen Hao left two lines of words on the stone wall: dragon and phoenix dancing.

Onlookers, including Chen Hao's subordinates, were deeply shocked when they read these two sentences, and then became respectful.

A scholar came back to his senses, bowed respectfully and asked, "Who are you?"

Chen Hao said nothing and stepped forward.

All the literati looked at Chen Haowei'an's back blankly.

Back mountain.

Chongshengyuan forbidden area.

The old man sitting cross-legged in the thatched cottage opened his eyes and murmured with emotion: "Establish a heart for heaven and earth, pray for the lives of the people, inherit the unique knowledge of the saints, and create peace for all generations..."

Click!

There was a crack in the wordless monument standing in front of the thatched cottage.

The old man sitting in the thatched cottage stared in disbelief.

Front mountain.

Chen Hao and his party walked slowly through tens of thousands of stone steps. If they were ordinary people, they would have collapsed from exhaustion.

"This place is not only rich in aura, but also awe-inspiring..." Hao Dacheng frowned and looked around.

"Could it be Haoran's righteousness?" Tang Xian guessed and looked at Chen Hao.

"Haoran is upright..."

In Chen Hao's mind, the aura of Zhuo Buqun's celestial beings came to mind, making him feel that this great Confucian was sacred and could not be insulted.

He pondered and nodded slowly.

The group continued moving forward.

In front of the main entrance of Chongshengyuan, which is set off by pines and cypresses, hundreds of literati who are eager to enter Chongshengyuan are kneeling.

Chen Hao bypassed these people and went straight to the gate.

A young man wearing a long gown appeared in front of Chen Hao, bowed and said: "Your Excellency, please stop..."

"My surname is Bai. Mr. Zhuo asked me to come."

Chen Hao explained his intention.

"Bai Shaocheng, Master Bai?" The young man couldn't help but look at Chen Hao.

"Yes."

Chen Hao nodded.

"Master Bai, please follow me." The young man wanted to lead the way for Chen Hao, attracting the attention of many kneeling literati.

"Why did this thief come to Chongshengyuan?"

"Who is he?"

"Deputy Envoy of the Supervision Department."

"It turns out to be this evil person!"

Discussions arose.

Ah Yue, Hao Dacheng, Fan Sheng, and Zhou Tong looked coldly at the people whispering to each other.

What these people said was heard clearly by the four of them.

"Stop being stuck."

Chen Hao wants to take his subordinates into Chongshengyuan.

"Master Bai, only you can enter Chongshengyuan." The young man in a long gown quickly reminded Chen Hao.

"Then I'll come back another day."

Chen Hao turned to leave.

The young man was dumbfounded.

"Let them in."

The low voice came, as if it was close to my ears, but also far away.

The young man was frightened.

This is the voice of the old dean.

The old dean has been in seclusion in the back mountain for ten years.

In the past ten years, not counting this time, I am afraid that only the direct disciples have heard the voice of the old dean.

"please!"

The young man came to his senses and invited everyone to enter the Chongsheng Courtyard with great respect.

The Chongsheng Courtyard looks particularly quiet and peaceful against the backdrop of towering ancient trees with straight trunks.

Under the trees, on the lawn, and in the pavilions, there are many disciples who are seriously reading and enlightening.

Ah Yue, who usually goes her own way, and Hao Dacheng, who has a loud voice, turned out to be a little reserved after entering Chongshengyuan.

Fan Sheng and Zhou Tong were even more cautious.

Chen Hao was happy.

The strong learning atmosphere and profound humanistic background are indeed shocking to martial people or rough people.

Just like the scumbag who is fearless in Pheasant University, he will feel sacred when entering Qinghua Garden, and even involuntarily feel inferior.

The young man led Chen Hao and others through many courtyards and came to a bamboo forest with three thatched cottages.

Zhuo Buqun walked out of the thatched cottage and came to Chen Hao with a smile. He stroked his white beard under his chin and said, "I guess you will come here in the next few days. Do you want to join me?"

Chen Hao smiled slightly and shook his head.

Zhuo Buqun's smile froze.

When he thought about it, Emperor Yongxing passed away and Fan Wenbing passed away. The boy in front of him had no support. The only way to survive was to enter Chongsheng Academy and become his disciple.

For thousands of years, no emperor has ever felt sorry for Chongshengyuan.

Chen Hao smiled and said: "The junior is just invited by the senior to come to Chongshengyuan for a walk, and by the way, he can see the human race's sacred object, the Wordless Heavenly Book."

"Hehehe..."

Zhuo Buqun shook his head and chuckled, laughing at his own wishful thinking.

"Senior, where is the Wordless Heavenly Book?" Chen Hao asked casually.

"I will take you to the back mountain. The teacher is waiting for you in the back mountain. However, the back mountain is a forbidden area and they cannot follow."

Zhuo Buqun finally looked at A Yue, Hao Dacheng, Tang Xian, Fan Sheng and Zhou Tong.

"it is good."

Chen Hao stopped acting like a monster and asked his subordinates to wait for him.

In the back mountain, the three direct disciples of the old dean stood in front of the wordless monument. The cracks on the wordless monument made them look solemn.

"Senior brothers, what's wrong?"

Zhuo Buqun asked with a smile.

"Buqun, come and take a look at this." The man who spoke seemed to be much younger than Zhuo Buqun, with no white beard or hair.

The youngest direct disciple of the old dean of Chongshengyuan is Wu Jinyan, who looks ten years younger than Wu Jinyan.

In terms of appearance, Chen Hao felt that this guy looked like his junior brother.

In fact, this person is Du Chunfeng, the eldest brother among the "Four Sages of the Academy".

Zhuo Buqun was not in the back mountain before, so he didn't know that the wordless stele was cracked. When he saw the cracks on the wordless stele clearly, he was shocked.

"This……"

Zhuo Buqun looked at his three senior brothers.

The three senior brothers shook their heads helplessly. They couldn't figure out why the Wordless Heavenly Book cracked.

"This is?"

"The Wordless Book of Heaven."

Zhuo Buqun responded casually to Chen Hao.

"The Wordless Heavenly Book..."

Chen Hao frowned and stared at the wordless monument, which was almost half a meter wide and one meter high.