Spiritual Qi Recovery: Signed The Holy Spirit Archangel At The Beginning Of The Game

Chapter 87 The Four Great Academies, Confucian Swordsmanship

“Brother Jingwen.”

Liu Jingmo’s expression was a little unsightly, but he still got up and said to Xu Jingwen’s cupped hands.

Xu Jingwen nodded calmly, glanced at Lu Xing who was sitting on the straw mat unmoved, and looking at Lu Xing’s costume and the breath on his body, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

“Jingmo, it’s not that I said you, no matter how trash you are, you can’t lose the face of our academy.”

“Our Bailudong Academy is also one of the four major academies, so you will make some people think that our Bailudong Academy is at the same level.”

As he said, Xu Jingwen glanced at the picture scroll in Liu Jingmo’s hand, don’t mean to be authentic.

Liu Jingmo looked embarrassed and put the picture scroll into his own storage spirit ring, and said with some impressive smiles.

“It’s because I didn’t think about it well, thank you Jingwen brother for his teaching.”

“Well, remember, if you want to show your paintings to outsiders in the future, it’s best to give us classmates a taste for you.”

“Lest, let outsiders see it, and say that our students at Bailudong Academy are just that capable.”

Liu Jingmo bowed his head again and again.

Xu Jingwen glanced at Lu Xing again and sneered: “Of course, if there are people like this Xiongtai who can appreciate the beauty of your paintings, that’s okay.”

“After all, even the swill in this world has a lot of people struggling to grab it.”

“There are people who think your paintings are good, but it’s quite normal.”

Lu Xing lifted his eyelids and looked at Xu Jingwen, but before Lu Xing could speak, Liu Jingmo quickly said.

“Brother Jing Wen, are you not Mr. Song’s disciple? You should also participate in the discussion later, and you should prepare early.”

“An Xin is that I am different from you. In the young generation, there are not a few people who can suppress me by painting.”

He said that, but Xu Jingwen still put out his ridicule, turned and walked towards the high platform.

Liu Jingmo was relieved, sat down, and smiled embarrassedly at Lu Xing.

“Sorry, Brother Fang has hurt you.”

“It’s okay, but who is that person? He seems to be very familiar with you.”

Lu Xing waved his hand and looked at Xu Jingwen, who was sitting on the soft seat on the high platform, laughing and talking to the people around him, with some doubts in his eyes.

That was just… it feels a bit subtle…

Liu Jingmo smiled bitterly: “Can you be unfamiliar? Our two are family friends. Brother Jing Wen and I grew up together, studied together, and were admitted to Bailudong Academy.”

“Really? But I see his attitude and tone, it doesn’t look like he treats a good friend.”

What Lu Xing said was quite euphemistic. With Xu Jingwen’s attitude just now, he was mocking Liu Jingmo’s paintings both overtly and secretly. It looked like a good friend of the world.

Liu Jingmo also looked in Xu Jingwen’s direction, with a little puzzle on his face.

“He was not like this before. Before he was admitted to Bailudong Academy, he had a good relationship with me, and he was kind and courteous to others.”

“However, since two years ago, he has suddenly changed himself.”

“Not to mention his personality became arrogant and mean, he also became extremely brave and cruel. He often fought against others in the Wenxin Hall of the academy. After he defeated many of his classmates, he collapsed and finally left the academy.”

Hearing this, Lu Xing’s eyes flickered slightly, and he asked what he thought of.

“Then did he also ask you to fight for painting, but you didn’t agree?”

“Uh, brother Jing Wen asked me to fight for painting, but you know that at my level, fighting with others is just self-inflicted, so he refused.”

Liu Jingmo looked at Lu Xing unexpectedly and asked curiously.

“Why do you think that Brother Jing Wen asked me to fight for painting? I am like this, but I don’t seem to be a person worthy of the challenge from Brother Jing Wen?”

“Hehe, didn’t I say, your painting is actually very good…”

Lu Xing smiled and did not answer his question directly. Looking at Xu Jingwen, Lu Xing had already determined in his heart that there was nothing left but actual evidence.

After chatting for a while again, the door of the Drum Tower was slowly closed, and the sound of a chime melodiously entered the ears of everyone in the Drum Tower.

As the heavy and melodious sound of the chime sounded, everyone in the Drum Tower became quiet, their minds were peaceful, but their brains became extremely clear and agile.”This is……”

Lu Xing was slightly surprised, Liu Jingmo next to him noticed the change in Lu Xing’s expression, and the spirit said.

“This is the Bell of the Magi of Yingtian Academy. It was used by one of the 72 sages of Confucius who was good at music and rhythm.”

“The sound of the bell has the effect of enlightening, enlightening, meditation and calming the mind.”

“However, this should be an imitation, but the real thing is a treasure of the immortal level, and it is impossible to bring it into this world.”

Lu Xing nodded slightly, it seemed that the top forces in the Ten Minor World had a rich background.

It took about a minute for the sound of the chime to stop slowly, and then eight big Confucian scholars, wearing Confucian crowns and robes of purple, black, white, and blue, walked out of the side hall and came to the high platform.

“Student, see you teachers!”

Around the high platform, Xu Jingwen and other dozens of scholars stood up and said respectfully to the cupped hands of the eight people who had just appeared.

“These eight people come from the four major academies in Minor World in Shidi. They are all Hanlin bachelors of the Daoyuanjing Cultivation Base. They are very hopeful to become great scholars within ten years.”

Liu Jingmo explained to Lu Xing.

The two in purple Confucian robe are Yingtian Academy, the black Confucian robe is Shigu Academy, the white Confucian robe is Bailudong Academy, and the blue Confucian robe is Songyang Academy.

In Ten Minor World, although there is Yuelu Academy, Yuelu Academy is not one of the four major academies.

The reason is simple… Yuelu Academy was only established in the ancient times. At that time, Ten Di Minor World had already severed the connection with the present world.

Just like the situation not long ago, Ten Places Minor World can only keep in touch with the world and teach Cultivation Technique, but it cannot send items into the world.

After a brief greeting, the eight Hanlin scholars knelt down on the soft seats in four positions.

The four major academies were basically established around the Tang Dynasty. At that time, the habit was to kneel rather than sit on a chair.

In this discussion, the protagonist is actually the eight Hanlin scholars above, and the other Confucian students listened to the eight Hanlin scholars’ understanding of Confucianism, Ming Sheng himself.

The eight Hanlin bachelors happened to cultivate eight different aspects of Confucianism, such as piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, sword, poetry, essays, and theories on state governance.

It can be said that these eight aspects are enough to summarize the main system of Confucianism and Xiu Xiu together.

Since the eight Hanlin scholars spoke in turn, before the Confucianism and Taoism swordsmanship in Shigu Academy gave a lecture, Lu Xing quietly used Tianyantong to observe the surrounding air luck.

“Sure enough, it’s pretty much what I thought.”

“Most of the Confucian geniuses of the Minor World in this world and ten places are gathered here, and it is indeed possible to gather luck.”

The sign-in system is based on the strength of the air luck to give the advantages and disadvantages of the rewards.

The kind of view from the tower, just because the old Tan preached a lot of air luck, and Lu Xing had an idea…

“Will other people preach and talk in places where there will be a lot of energy gathering?”

“If the quality of the preacher is not enough, can the quantity make up for it?”

With this idea, Lu Xing came to participate in this Confucianism and Taoism conference.

The result was really similar to what Lu Xing had guessed, because a large number of Tendi Minor World and Confucian geniuses gathered here, and the luck in the Drum Tower at least doubled compared to yesterday.

Moreover, with the preaching of eight Hanlin bachelors, the more people gain insight, the luck in the Drum Tower is still a little bit steadily ascending!

“In this way, you can’t miss the Dao Sect and Buddhism Dao Conference in the next two days.”

Observing the slow ascending of Qi Yun through Tianyantong, Lu Xing is in a happy mood.

In just such a short time, the luck here is no worse than the present Songyang Academy.

Don’t think Songyang Academy is bad.

You know, Songyang Academy has gone through hundreds of years and has been rebuilt several times, and the qi luck has gone badly. Now that little qi luck has been made up for by Spiritual Qi’s recovery.

Lu Xing did not rush to sign in, but waited for his luck to reach its peak.

“It’s worthy to be Song Lao’s disciple, and his understanding of painting is really a three-pointer, which makes people feel awkward.”

Liu Jingmo on the side looked at the Hanlin Bachelor of Painting Dao at the Bailudong Academy above, and was amazed. Hearing the subtlety, I couldn’t help but smile.

Although Liu Jingmo’s performance was a bit gaffe, most of the people in the field performed the same as him, and it did not attract the attention of others.

Lu Xing asked Liu Jingmo only after he changed someone to preach.

“I just heard you say that this man is Mr. Song’s disciple? Who is this Mr. Song?”

“Mr. Song is the great scholar of our Bailudong Academy, and his Cultivation Base on the painting path can be regarded as the top ten Minor World.”

“There are even rumors that Mr. Song won the inheritance of Wu Daozi senior, only because of the limited environment of the Ten Minor World, he has to be trapped at the level of the Confucian.”

When Liu Jingmo talked about Mr. Song, his face was full of longing and yearning.

Lu Xing nodded understandingly, and then looked at Xu Jingwen on the edge of the high platform.

“So, that Xu Jingwen and the Hanlin scholar on the stage are still the same brothers?”

Liu Jingmo returned to his senses, glanced at Xu Jingwen with envy, and nodded.

“Because of the painting experience of Jing Wen brother in the past two years, the gentlemen of the academy realized the potential of Jing Wen brother, so he recommended it to Mr. Song.”

“Not long ago, Mr. Jing Wen passed the entrance test of Mr. Song, and only when Mr. Song’s Closed Door Training is over, he will officially hold an apprenticeship banquet.”

Lu Xing narrowed his eyes and murmured, “The apprenticeship feast…I think he won’t be able to worship as a teacher.”

“Huh? Brother Fang, did you just say something?”

Liu Jingmo turned around questioningly.

Lu Xing waved his hand and said with a smile: “It’s okay, I’m just talking to myself.”

…

The eight Hanlin bachelors each spent an hour telling their own Tao.

The sky outside the Drum Tower changed from a sunny morning to a sunset evening.

Those present are all cultivators, and the lowest Cultivation Base is also a fairyland. It doesn’t matter if you don’t eat one or two meals.

However, the four major academies still prepared a plate of spiritual fruit for all the Confucian scholars present to satisfy their hunger and thirst.

Lu Xing touched his chin and meditated: “The Confucian kendo concept basically follows Mencius’s benevolence and righteousness, and the gentleman’s way. In addition, it is Xunzi’s etiquette and the humane concept of man conquering heaven.”

“Pure Confucian kendo is basically born out of the concepts of Mencius and Xunzi.”

“Well, I feel that Confucian kendo is more humanistic and self-oriented than Taoist kendo’s Deva unity concept.”

Not only Kendo, but the Confucian cultivation method is based on humanity.

“Although this is different from the path I took, it is still very good for reference.”

Lu Xing had cultivated Heavenly Dao Gold Core, and from the very beginning he was destined to follow the path of the Daoist profound door of Deva unity.

The cultivation method of Confucianism, which is based on humanity, is not compatible with Lu Xing.

After the eight Hanlin scholars had all explained their own ideas, the Hanlin scholar with a three-foot green front at Shigu Academy spoke again.

“Today, in addition to the preaching task, I also shoulder the task of recruiting new students for my academy.”

“All the students present, and those who are talented, can challenge these elite students from academies such as myself.”

When the words fell, the Confucian geniuses from the four major academies around the high platform stood up one after another and gestured to the cupped hands of everyone in the Drum Tower.

“Those who have performed well in the challenge can wait for me to return to the academy of Minor World for meditation.”

When these words fell, countless people in the Drum Tower immediately turned their attention to the dozens of people around the high platform.

Lu Xing took a bite of a juice and looked thoughtfully at the eight people on the platform.

“Same as the plans of those aristocratic families, do you want to become famous as quickly as possible through such a grand event, and then quickly gain a foothold in this world…”

Now the Ten Places Minor World has just been integrated with the world, but most of the spiritual resources in the world are controlled by the forces of the world.

For the forces in Ten Places Minor World, the first thing to enter this world is naturally to grab resources quickly.

However, for top-notch and even top-notch forces like the four major academies and the aristocratic families, what they value more is the talents in this world!

“The present world is the main world, and the Nine Heavens are just subsidiary worlds attached to the main world.”

“Although it is currently no match for the powerhouses and arrogances of Nine Heavens, with the recovery of Spiritual Qi, there will be more and more geniuses in this world.”

“Compared to the current spiritual creatures that are the highest in the Dao Yuan realm. Sites and personnel are what these big forces really value.”

That’s why they need to make a name for themselves, and let the cultivators of this world know their strength, so as to attract more people to join their forces.

Lu Xing looked coldly at the Drum Tower, which suddenly became lively. The Confucianists from Minor World in Shidi basically knew what the elite students of the four major academies represented, so naturally they would not go up and beg their own humiliation.

But the Confucian cultivators from this world didn’t know it, so they started their battles in eight aspects: piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, sword, poems, essays, and theories on governing the country.Although I didn’t use Cultivation Base, it looked like it was not as tragic as yesterday, but the literati killed people without seeing blood. This kind of fighting is easier to destroy a person’s self-confidence.

Especially Xu Jingwen!

“Heh, this is your painting?”

Xu Jingwen mocked when he looked at the picture of the three friends of Sui Han drawn on rice paper by his opponent.

“The brushwork is immature, the structure is unbalanced, and the picture has no charm. At your level, I don’t think you are suitable for painting. Don’t waste time. Change to other things as soon as possible.”

“Anyway, you are only in your twenties now, and there are still five or six years away. Maybe you can find something that suits you.”

Although from the point of view of words, it looks like a bitter advice, but Xu Jingwen’s expression and tone are condescending and arrogant, making people feel that what he said is mocking people.

“Jing Wen!”

Ye Moqing, who was called the disciple of Mr. Song by Liu Jingmo, frowned slightly and gave a soft drink to Xu Jingwen.

“Sorry, I lost my temper underneath, but I really couldn’t restrain my emotions when I met such a work.”

Xu Jingwen immediately turned around to apologize, his expression was a little angry, as if he really seemed a little annoyed because of seeing too bad works.

This made the face of Xu Jingwen’s opponent turn blue and red, and he lowered his head and did not dare to look at other people.

Ye Moqing glanced at the man’s painting and frowned slightly. It was really bad. Not only was there a serious mistake in the structure and layout, but the division of pen and ink was extremely vague, and there was no charm at all.

So Ye Moqing waved his hand and said.

“This challenge, Xu Jingwensheng. You all sit back.”

Xu Jingwen made cupped hands and Shi Shiran sat back.

The person who was fighting with Xu Jingwen, lowered his head, slightly cupped hands, and left the Drum Tower without saying a word.

Ye Moqing and other eight people didn’t mean to stop them at all.

A mediocre talent is not worthy of their attention.

Lu Xing stared at Xu Jingwen with a faint smile, and suddenly said to Liu Jingmo.

“Show me the picture you just saw.”

“Huh? Oh, here you are.”

Liu Jingmo was taken aback. Although puzzled, he subconsciously took out the Chang’an morning market picture and handed it to Lu Xing.

“Do you want to be that old Mr. Song’s disciple?”

Lu Xing took the picture scroll, but did not open it for viewing. Instead, he asked Liu Jingmo a question.

“If I can, of course I am willing. But with my ability, Mr. Song doesn’t like me at all.”

Lu Xing squeezed the scroll in his hand and smiled mysteriously.

“Don’t worry, after today, that old Mr. Song will definitely accept you as a student.”

Liu Jingmo: “?”

Ignoring the question mark on Liu Jingmo’s face, Lu Xing rolled up the painting and walked to the high platform, using the scroll to point to Xu Jingwen.

“This Xiongtai, I have a painting, and I would like to ask you for advice.”

Xu Jingwen recognized Lu Xing, his eyes sank unconsciously, and Liu Jingmo vaguely cast his eyes, then slowly stood up.

“I don’t dare to be a teacher, but looking at Xiongtai’s dress, he should be a person who cultivates swordsmanship. Why should I try to compete in the next?”

“Why? Shouldn’t you like to fight with others for painting?”

Lu Xing smiled, and his smile made Xu Jingwen feel uneasy inexplicably.

“Don’t worry, I just want you to take a look at this painting…”

Lu Xing threw it out of his hand and was subconsciously taken in by Xu Jingwen.

Seeing Lu Xing stretched out his hand to beckon him to open, Xu Jingwen sneered: “Fantasy!”

When Xu Jingwen said, he opened the picture scroll…

choke—-!

A line of Haoran Sword Qi flew out of the scroll abruptly, hitting the Niwan Palace at the center of his eyebrows in Xu Jingwen’s suddenly contracted pupils.