The First Saint of Alchemy

Seven days later.

The few people passed through two checkpoints without any danger and came to a courtyard. There were two powerful characters on the plaque of the courtyard gate - Study.

"It should be the inheritance of the literary saint." Jun Ting deduced.

"Almost." Xie Yunxuan nodded.

"Let's go in and take a look." Zhang Mohen said excitedly.

Everyone pushed open the gate and went in.

A bluestone road led directly to the main entrance of the study.

The gaps in the stone slabs were covered with moss, and a little moss climbed up the edge of the stone slabs.

Green bamboos were planted around the courtyard, and the breeze blew, making a slight rustling sound.

The courtyard was filled with a simple, mellow, elegant and fresh atmosphere.

When I walked into the study, I found that the space was very large.

The carved wooden windows had sunlight shining in, forming mottled light and shadow on the ground.

There were heavy bookshelves on the east, west and south walls, with a large number of books piled on them.

The bookshelves were slightly old, showing that I had spent a long time.

On the north side of the study, there is a huge desk with pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

An old man in a gray-white robe with gray hair, facing the north wall with his back to everyone, holding a brush in his hand.

Just from his back, he can be recognized as the Sage of Literature.

On the wall opposite the Sage of Literature, there are five maxims.

"How can I have thousands of ways to protect the people of the world and make them happy, and be as stable as a mountain in the wind and rain!"

"The road is long and arduous, I will search up and down!"

"Even if there are thousands of people, I will go!"

"Worry about the worries of the world first, and enjoy the happiness of the world later!"

"Establish a mind for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, inherit the unique knowledge of the past sages, and open peace for all generations!"

The Sage of Literature kept muttering: "Let me write something similar, let me write something similar..."

When everyone saw the five sentences on the wall, they couldn't help but take a breath.

Especially the last sentence, which was even more deafening.

"As expected of a literary saint, just a few words can shock people from the bottom of their hearts!" Xu Ningshuang praised.

"The last sentence is so magnificent, it makes my scalp numb!" Xie Yunxuan took a deep breath, looking shocked.

"Fuck! Good!" Sun Zhanyue's evaluation was simple and rough.

"Every sentence is profound and worthy of praise. Is this the inheritance of the literary saint?" Shen Yajing asked curiously.

As a scholar, Zhang Mohen could better understand the connotation of these sentences. After reading them, he felt that his mind exploded with a bang, and he was stunned for a while.

These five sentences... are amazing!

Tang Yan was also a little dazed at this moment.

Didn't he leave the first four sentences in the mine cave of the Tianxuan Secret Realm?

The last sentence was also said to the literary saint in the Tianxuan Secret Realm.

How could it appear in the Tianai Ruins Secret Realm?

I remember that some of these sentences also appeared in the "Secret Realm of the Dark Realm". Perhaps the scattered soul of Wensheng can establish some connections.

After a while, Zhang Mohen came back to his senses from the shock and bowed to Wensheng: "Student Zhang Mohen, meet Wensheng!"

"Let me write something similar..." Wensheng ignored him and continued to mutter to the wall.

Seeing that Wensheng did not respond, Zhang Mohen exuded a righteous spirit and floated towards Wensheng, trying to wake Wensheng up in this way.

Unfortunately, Wensheng was unaware and did not give him any response.

"Brother Tang, what do you think?" Zhang Mohen looked at Tang Yan for help.

Tang Yan speculated: "The five sentences above were not written by the Sage of Literature. He said 'Let me write something similar', which should be to write sentences that are comparable to the five sentences above.

If Brother Zhang can do it, it is likely that he can awaken the Sage of Literature."

"These five sentences were not written by the Sage of Literature? Besides the Sage of Literature, who else can write such profound words?" Everyone looked at Tang Yan with great suspicion.

Tang Yan did not explain. His thoughts had been told to Zhang Mohen. Whether the other party believed it or not was up to him.

"Brother Tang's speculation is not unreasonable. We can give it a try." Zhang Mohen chose to believe Tang Yan and stood with the Sage of Literature, staring at the north wall in a daze.

Tang Yan had nothing to do, so he simply flipped through the books on the bookshelf.

Others wanted to practice, but these days of getting along, they have regarded Tang Yan as a role model and subconsciously imitated Tang Yan's words and deeds.

Seeing Tang Yan reading, they followed suit and picked a book to read.

Soon, several people's eyelids began to fight.

Bang!

Sun Zhanyue fell asleep with his head banged on the bookshelf.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

"I can't think of it, I can't think of it!

It's too difficult, too difficult!

This is the pinnacle of literature, how can I write? No matter how I write, it's wrong! What is the solution to this question?" Zhang Mohen pulled his hair in pain, and his mental state gradually became crazy.

"Huh? Are we going to set off?" Sun Zhanyue, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened and asked blankly.

Jun Ting felt that his junior brother was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly helped the Sword Alliance to save face, and advised: "Brother Zhang, don't worry, if it doesn't work, let's explore the next secret realm, and you can think about it slowly on the way."

"I can't think of it, I can't think of it in my lifetime! Calling the dean won't work!" Zhang Mohen's eyes were red, on the verge of collapse.

"Mr. Tang, do you have a solution?" Xu Ningshuang asked subconsciously.

"The world's articles come from the academy. If the academy doesn't work, others can forget it!" Zhang Mohen said proudly.

"It's not that I can't write, I'm just worried about stealing the inheritance of the academy." Tang Yan suddenly spoke.

Zhang Mohen laughed: "Brother Tang is really humorous, this inheritance is originally ownerless, you can take it if you want!"

"Then Tang will try!" Tang Yan took out a brush from the desk, dipped it in ink, and waved it on the wall:

"Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman should strive for self-improvement. Earth is in a low position, and a gentleman should carry the world with great virtue."

As the handwriting fell, a golden light flashed, and countless literary energy fell from the wall and penetrated into Wensheng's body.

"Good! Good! Striving for self-improvement and carrying the world with great virtue, a gentleman should do so!" Wensheng suddenly spoke, and the whole person was no longer in the chaotic state of soul separation.

Zhang Mohen on the side had a dull face.

Not buddy, how did you write it?

Wensheng was awakened by you just like that?

Why? ? ?

At this moment, Zhang Mohen broke his defense fiercely.

I studied hard day and night, but in the end I am not as good as a stinky alchemist?

Could it be that all the books I read all these years have gone to the dog?

"Junior Tang Yan, meet Wensheng." Tang Yan bowed.

"No need to be polite, my friend, we meet again!" Wensheng said with a smile.

As soon as these words came out, the people present could not help but be stunned.

Have Tang Yan and Wensheng met before?

"Senior's divine thoughts, can different planes be connected?" Tang Yan asked doubtfully.

"That's right." Wen Sheng nodded with a smile: "My friend, you have extraordinary literary talent. I still feel that the five sentences you wrote before are profound and meaningful even now.

I didn't expect that you could write new amazing words.

You are much better than those useless disciples of mine!"

Other people's eyes almost popped out.

Those five sentences were also written by Tang Yan?

Zhang Mohen felt like the sky was falling!

Is the academy...orthodox in literature?

At this moment, he and the three disciples of the Sword Alliance, Po Chen, Shen Yajing, and Guo Zhanfeng empathized with each other!

"Senior, you are too kind. The academy is full of literary talent and talents. I am far behind." Tang Yan said modestly.

"My friend, don't be modest! I saw that you seemed to want to write something just now. Do you have any good sentences?" Wen Sheng asked with a smile.

"No more." Tang Yan shook his head.

"Write one sentence." Wen Sheng advised.

"Okay." Tang Yan no longer refused, turned around and wrote another sentence on the wall - if you are poor, you should take care of yourself, and if you are rich, you should help the world.

Wensheng stared at this sentence for a long time, and suddenly said: "You are born with literary talent and full of righteousness, which makes you very suitable for practicing literature.

I will leave my inheritance to you. With my inheritance and your talent, it is no problem for you to become a saint in literature!"

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