Chapter 87
4 Great Colleges, Confucian Kendo
Chapter 87 The four major academies, Confucian swordsmanship
"Brother Jing Wen."
Liu Jingmo's expression was not very good-looking, but he still got up and bowed to Xu Jingwen.
Xu Jingwen nodded flatly, glanced at Lu Xing who was sitting unmoved on the straw mat, looked at Lu Xing's attire and aura on his body, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.
"Jingmo, I'm not talking about you, no matter how useless you are, you can't lose the face of our academy."
"Our Bailudong Academy is also one of the four major academies. Your behavior will make some people think that the level of our Bailudong Academy is just like that."
As he spoke, Xu Jingwen glanced at the picture scroll in Liu Jingmo's hand, and said it meaningfully.
Liu Jingmo looked embarrassed, and put the scroll into his storage spirit ring, and smiled impressively.
"It's because I didn't think carefully, thank you Brother Jing Wen for your teaching."
"Well, remember, if you want to show your paintings to outsiders in the future, you'd better let us classmates help you appreciate them first."
"In order not to let outsiders see it, and say that the students of our Bailudong Academy have only this little ability."
Liu Jingmo bowed his head repeatedly in response.
Xu Jingwen glanced at Lu Xing again, and said with a sneer, "Of course, if there are people like this brother who can appreciate the beauty of your paintings, then that's fine."
"After all, even the swill in this world has a lot of people fighting for it."
"It's quite normal to have people who think your paintings are good."
Lu Xing raised his eyelids and looked at Xu Jingwen, but before Lu Xing could speak, Liu Jingmo hurriedly said.
"Brother Jing Wen, aren't you Mr. Song's disciple? You should participate in the discussion later, and you should have prepared early."
"An Xin is that I am different from you. Among the younger generation, there are not many people who can suppress me with painting."
That's what he said, but Xu Jingwen still stopped his sarcasm, turned around and walked towards the high platform.
Liu Jingmo heaved a sigh of relief, sat down, and smiled embarrassedly at Lu Xing.
"Sorry, I have troubled you, Brother Fang."
"No problem, but who is that person? It seems that he is very familiar with you."
Lu Xing waved his hand, looking at Xu Jingwen who was sitting on the soft seat on the high platform, laughing and talking to the people around him, his eyes were a little puzzled.
It was just now...it felt a bit subtle...
Liu Jingmo smiled wryly: "Is it possible that we are not familiar? Our two families are family friends. Brother Jing Wen and I grew up together, studied together, and were admitted to Bailudong Academy together."
"Really? But I don't think his attitude and tone are like treating a friend."
What Lu Xing said was rather tactful. Xu Jingwen's attitude just now, he was mocking Liu Jingmo's paintings both openly and secretly.
Liu Jingmo also looked in Xu Jingwen's direction, with a little puzzlement on his face.
"He was not like this before. Before he was admitted to Bailudong Academy, he had a pretty good relationship with me, and he was kind and polite to others."
"However, since two years ago, he has suddenly changed."
"The personality became arrogant and mean, and he also became very aggressive. He often fought with others in the Wenxin Hall of the academy. After being defeated by him, many of his classmates fell into a slump and finally left the academy."
Hearing this, Lu Xing's eyes flickered slightly, he thought of something, and asked.
"Then he also asked you to fight for paintings, but you didn't agree?"
"Uh, brother Jing Wen asked me to fight for painting, but you know that at my level, fighting for painting with others is just asking for humiliation, so I refused."
Liu Jingmo looked at Lu Xing unexpectedly, and asked curiously.
"Why do you think Brother Jing Wen asked me to fight for paintings? I don't look like someone worthy of Brother Jing Wen's challenge?"
"Hehe, didn't I say that, your paintings are actually pretty good..."
Lu Xing smiled and didn't answer his question directly.Looking at Xu Jingwen, Lu Xing had already made up his mind, and all that was left was actual evidence.
After chatting again for a while, the gate of the Drum Tower was slowly closed, and a melodious sound of chime bells was heard by everyone in the Drum Tower.
As the thick and melodious sound of the chime bell sounded, everyone in the Drum Tower fell silent, their minds were peaceful, but their brains became extremely clear and agile.
"This is……"
Lu Xing was slightly surprised, and Liu Jingmo, who was beside him, noticed the change in Lu Xing's expression, and his soul transmitted his voice.
"This is the magi bell of Yingtian Academy. It was once used by one of the 72 sages of Confucianism who was good at the way of rhythm."
"The sound of the bell has the effect of enlightening the mind, calming the mind and calming the mind."
"However, this should be an imitation. The real one is a fairy-level treasure, and it is impossible to bring it into the world."
Lu Xing nodded lightly. It seems that the top forces in these ten small worlds really have rich backgrounds.
The sound of the chime bells lasted for about a minute before it stopped slowly, and then eight Confucian scholars wearing Confucian crowns and Confucian robes of four colors: purple, black, white, and blue, walked out of the side hall and came to the high platform.
"Students, pay homage to all the teachers!"
Around the high platform, Xu Jingwen and the dozen or so Confucian scholars got up one after another, bowed to the eight people who had just appeared, and said respectfully.
"These eight people are from the four major academies in the small world of the ten places. They are all Hanlin bachelors who have cultivated in the Daoyuan realm. They are very likely to become great Confucians within ten years."
Liu Jingmo was explaining to Lu Xing.
The two in purple Confucian robes are Yingtian Academy, the one in black Confucian robes is Shigu Academy, the one in white Confucian robes is Bailudong Academy, and the one in blue Confucian robes is Songyang Academy.
In the small world of ten places, although there is Yuelu Academy, Yuelu Academy is not one of the four major academies.
The reason is very simple... Yuelu Academy was only established in the ancient times. At that time, the small world of the Ten Lands had been cut off from the present world.
Just like the situation not long ago, the ten small worlds can only keep in touch with the present world and teach exercises, but they cannot send items into the present world.
After a brief greeting, the eight Hanlin scholars knelt and sat on soft seats in four directions.
The four major academies were basically established around the Tang Dynasty. At that time, the habit was to sit on knees instead of sitting on chairs.
In this talk, the protagonists are actually the eight Hanlin scholars above, and the other Confucian students listen to the Confucian understanding of the eight Hanlin scholars, Ming province themselves.
The eight Hanlin scholars happened to practice eight different aspects of Confucianism, piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, swordsmanship, poetry and songs, articles, and governance theory.
It can be said that these eight aspects are enough to summarize the main system of Confucianism, Cultivation and Daoism.
Since the eight Hanlin scholars spoke in turn, before the Confucian, Taoist and swordsman from Shigu Academy gave a lecture, Lu Xing quietly used Tianyantong to observe the surrounding luck.
"It's exactly what I thought it would be."
"Most of the geniuses of Confucianism cultivators in the present world and the ten small worlds gather here, and they can really gather luck."
The sign-in system is based on the strength of luck to give out the advantages and disadvantages of rewards.
The situation in the Loutai Temple, where a lot of luck was gathered just because of Lao Dan’s preaching, made Lu Xing have an idea...
"Will there be a lot of luck gathering in places where other people preach and discuss the Tao?"
"If the quality of the preacher is not enough, can the quantity make up for it?"
With this in mind, Lu Xingcai came to participate in this Confucianism Cultivation Conference.
The result was really similar to what Lu Xing had guessed, because a large number of small worlds from the Ten Lands and Confucianism geniuses gathered here, and the luck in the Drum Tower at least doubled compared to yesterday.
Moreover, as the eight Hanlin scholars preached and discussed the law, the more people gained insights, the luck in the Drum Tower was still steadily rising little by little!
"From this point of view, the Daoist and Buddhist Discussion Conferences in the next two days should not be missed."
Lu Xing was in a happy mood as he observed the slow rise in luck through Tianyantong.
In such a short period of time, the luck here is no worse than that of Songyang Academy in the present world.
Don't think that Songyang Academy is bad.
You know, after hundreds of years, Songyang Academy has been rebuilt several times, and its luck has been seriously lost. Now that little luck has been recovered after the recovery of spiritual energy.
Lu Xing didn't rush to sign in, but waited for the moment when his luck reached its peak, at least he had to draw eight stars to get the energy.
"As expected of Song Lao's disciple, his understanding of the journey of painting is really penetrating, which makes people suddenly enlightened."
Liu Jingmo on the side looked at the Hanlin Bachelor of Painting and Taoism in Bailudong Academy above, and was full of admiration.Hearing the subtleties, he couldn't help clapping his hands and laughing.
Although Liu Jingmo's performance was a bit out of control, most of the people in the room behaved like him, and it didn't attract the attention of others.
Lu Xing didn't ask Liu Jingmo until the higher-ups changed people to give the sermon.
"I just heard you say that that person is Mr. Song's disciple? Who is this Mr. Song?"
"Mr. Song is a great Confucian in our Bailudong Academy, and his cultivation in painting is the best in the ten small worlds."
"There are even rumors that Mr. Song received the inheritance from Wu Daozi's predecessor, but because of the limited environment in the small world of the Ten Lands, he had to be trapped in the level of great Confucianism."
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 who was beside the high platform.
"So, that Xu Jingwen is still a brother of the same school as the Hanlin scholar on stage?"
Liu Jingmo came back to his senses, looked at Xu Jingwen with envy, and nodded.
"Because of Brother Jing Wen's painting experience in the past two years, the gentlemen of the academy realized Brother Jing Wen's potential, so they recommended him to Mr. Song."
"Brother Jing Wen passed Mr. Song's entry test not long ago. After Mr. Song's retreat is over, there will be a formal apprentice banquet."
Lu Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, and murmured: "The feast of appreciating a teacher... I don't think he can make it as a teacher."
"Huh? Brother Fang, did you say something just now?"
Liu Jingmo turned around suspiciously.
Lu Xing waved his hand and said with a smile, "It's nothing, I'm just talking to myself."
……
The eight Hanlin scholars each spent an hour talking about their own Taoism.
The sky outside the Drum Tower changed from a sunny morning to an evening when the sun was setting.
Those present are all cultivators, and the lowest level of cultivation is also in the fairyland, so it doesn't matter if you don't eat for a meal or two.
However, the four major academies still prepared a plate of spiritual fruits for all the Confucian scholars present to satisfy their hunger and thirst.
Lu Xing rubbed his chin and said in thought, "Confucianism's philosophy of swordsmanship basically follows Mencius's way of benevolence and righteousness, and the way of a gentleman. In addition, it is Xunzi's way of etiquette and law, and the idea of humanism that man can conquer nature."
"Pure Confucian swordsmanship is basically born out of the ideas of Mencius and Xunzi."
"Well, I feel that compared with the Taoist kendo's concept of the unity of man and nature, the Confucian kendo is more inclined to focus on humanity and self-centered."
Not only the way of swordsmanship, but also Confucianism's cultivation methods are all like this, focusing on the humane way.
"Although this is different from the path I took, it is still very good for reference."
Lu Xingxiu is a golden elixir of the way of heaven, and from the very beginning he was doomed to take the path of Taoism and Taoism, the path of the unity of heaven and man.
Confucianism, a cultivation method that focuses on humanity, does not fit well with Lu Xing.
After the eight Hanlin scholars had finished explaining their thoughts and experiences, the Hanlin scholar from Shigu Academy spoke again.
"Today, in addition to the task of preaching, we also shoulder the task of recruiting new students for our academy."
"Students present here, if you ask yourself how talented you are, you can challenge these elite students from our academies."
As soon as the words fell, the Confucianism geniuses from the four major academies around the high platform stood up one after another, and waved their hands to everyone in the Drum Tower.
"Those who perform well in the challenge can follow me back to the academy in the small world of the ten places to practice."
After saying this, countless people in the Drum Tower immediately turned their attention to the dozen or so people around the high platform.
Lu Xing took a bite of a juice, and looked thoughtfully at the eight people on the high platform.
"It's the same as the plan 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 small world of the Ten Lands has just come into contact with the present world, but most of the cultivation resources in the present world are controlled by the forces of the present world.
For the forces in the small world of the Ten Lands, the first thing they do when they enter the world is naturally to grab resources quickly.
However, for first-class and even top forces like the four major academies and aristocratic families, what they value more is the talents in this world!
"The present world is the main world, and the nine heavens and ten earths are just subsidiary worlds attached to the main world."
"Although it is not comparable to the strong and proud of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths at present, with the progress of spiritual energy recovery, there will be more and more geniuses in this world."
"Compared to the spiritual beings who are currently the highest and only in the Dao Yuan realm. The territory 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 power.
Lu Xing looked coldly at the suddenly bustling Drum Tower. Confucianism cultivators from the small worlds of the ten places basically knew what the elite students of the four major academies represented, so naturally they would not go up to ask for humiliation.
But the Confucianism cultivators from the present world didn't know it, so they competed one by one in eight aspects: piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, sword, poetry, songs, articles, and governance theory.
Although he didn't use his cultivation, it seemed that it was not as tragic as yesterday's imperial competition, but the literati killed without blood, and this kind of competition is more likely to destroy a person's self-confidence.
Especially Xu Jingwen!
"Oh, is this your painting?"
Xu Jingwen looked at the picture of the three friends of Suihan drawn by his opponent on the rice paper, and mocked.
"The brushwork is immature, the structure is unbalanced, and the picture has no charm. With your level, I don't think you are suitable for painting Taoism. You should stop wasting time and switch to other courses as soon as possible."
"Anyway, you are only in your 20s now, and there are five or six years left. Maybe you can find something that suits you."
Although from the point of view of the words, it looks like earnest 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, whom Liu Jingmo called Mr. Song's disciple, frowned slightly, and gave Xu Jingwen a soft drink.
"I'm sorry, I lost my temper. I really can't restrain my emotions when I encounter such a work."
Xu Jingwen immediately turned around and apologized, his expression was a little angry, as if he was really annoyed because he saw such a bad work.
This made Xu Jingwen's opponent's face turn green and red, and he lowered his head and didn't 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 error in the structure and layout, but also the division of ink and ink was extremely blurred, without charm at all.
Therefore, Ye Moqing waved his hand and made a judgment.
"Xu Jingwen wins this challenge. You all sit back."
Xu Jingwen cupped his hands, and Shi Shiran sat back.
The person fighting with Xu Jingwen lowered his head, cupped his hands slightly, and left the Drum Tower without saying a word.
Ye Moqing and the other eight people did not intend to stop them at all.
A mediocre talent is not worth their attention at all.
Lu Xing stared at Xu Jingwen who was smiling lightly, and suddenly said to Liu Jingmo.
"Show me that painting you just made."
"Huh? Oh, here you are."
Liu Jingmo was taken aback, although he was puzzled, he still subconsciously took out the picture of the morning market in Chang'an and handed it to Lu Xing.
"Do you want to be the disciple of Mr. Song?"
Lu Xing took the scroll, but he didn't open it to look at it, but asked Liu Jingmo a question.
"If possible, of course I am willing. But with my ability, Mr. Song doesn't like me at all."
Lu Xing weighed the scroll in his hand and smiled mysteriously.
"Don't worry, after today, Mr. Song will definitely accept you as a student."
Liu Jingmo: "?"
Regardless of the question mark on Liu Jingmo's face, Lu Xing got up with the scroll and walked to the high platform, pointing at Xu Jingwen with the scroll.
"Brother, I have a painting that I would like to ask for your advice."
Xu Jingwen recognized Lu Xing, his eyes sank unconsciously, he cast a vague glance at Liu Jingmo, and then slowly stood up.
"I don't dare to teach you, but looking at my brother's attire, he should be a swordsman. Why do you want to compete with me?"
"Why? Don't you really like fighting with others?"
Lu Xing laughed, laughing so much that Xu Jingwen felt uneasy inexplicably.
"Don't worry, I just want to ask you to take a look at this painting..."
Lu Xing threw it out of his hand, and Xu Jingwen subconsciously caught it in his hand.
Seeing Lu Xing reaching out his hand to signal him to open it, Xu Jingwen sneered, "It's a mystery!"
As Xu Jingwen said that, he opened the scroll...
choke----!
A majestic sword energy suddenly flew out of the scroll, and in Xu Jingwen's suddenly constricted pupils, hit the Niwan Palace between his eyebrows.
(End of this chapter)
"Brother Jing Wen."
Liu Jingmo's expression was not very good-looking, but he still got up and bowed to Xu Jingwen.
Xu Jingwen nodded flatly, glanced at Lu Xing who was sitting unmoved on the straw mat, looked at Lu Xing's attire and aura on his body, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.
"Jingmo, I'm not talking about you, no matter how useless you are, you can't lose the face of our academy."
"Our Bailudong Academy is also one of the four major academies. Your behavior will make some people think that the level of our Bailudong Academy is just like that."
As he spoke, Xu Jingwen glanced at the picture scroll in Liu Jingmo's hand, and said it meaningfully.
Liu Jingmo looked embarrassed, and put the scroll into his storage spirit ring, and smiled impressively.
"It's because I didn't think carefully, thank you Brother Jing Wen for your teaching."
"Well, remember, if you want to show your paintings to outsiders in the future, you'd better let us classmates help you appreciate them first."
"In order not to let outsiders see it, and say that the students of our Bailudong Academy have only this little ability."
Liu Jingmo bowed his head repeatedly in response.
Xu Jingwen glanced at Lu Xing again, and said with a sneer, "Of course, if there are people like this brother who can appreciate the beauty of your paintings, then that's fine."
"After all, even the swill in this world has a lot of people fighting for it."
"It's quite normal to have people who think your paintings are good."
Lu Xing raised his eyelids and looked at Xu Jingwen, but before Lu Xing could speak, Liu Jingmo hurriedly said.
"Brother Jing Wen, aren't you Mr. Song's disciple? You should participate in the discussion later, and you should have prepared early."
"An Xin is that I am different from you. Among the younger generation, there are not many people who can suppress me with painting."
That's what he said, but Xu Jingwen still stopped his sarcasm, turned around and walked towards the high platform.
Liu Jingmo heaved a sigh of relief, sat down, and smiled embarrassedly at Lu Xing.
"Sorry, I have troubled you, Brother Fang."
"No problem, but who is that person? It seems that he is very familiar with you."
Lu Xing waved his hand, looking at Xu Jingwen who was sitting on the soft seat on the high platform, laughing and talking to the people around him, his eyes were a little puzzled.
It was just now...it felt a bit subtle...
Liu Jingmo smiled wryly: "Is it possible that we are not familiar? Our two families are family friends. Brother Jing Wen and I grew up together, studied together, and were admitted to Bailudong Academy together."
"Really? But I don't think his attitude and tone are like treating a friend."
What Lu Xing said was rather tactful. Xu Jingwen's attitude just now, he was mocking Liu Jingmo's paintings both openly and secretly.
Liu Jingmo also looked in Xu Jingwen's direction, with a little puzzlement on his face.
"He was not like this before. Before he was admitted to Bailudong Academy, he had a pretty good relationship with me, and he was kind and polite to others."
"However, since two years ago, he has suddenly changed."
"The personality became arrogant and mean, and he also became very aggressive. He often fought with others in the Wenxin Hall of the academy. After being defeated by him, many of his classmates fell into a slump and finally left the academy."
Hearing this, Lu Xing's eyes flickered slightly, he thought of something, and asked.
"Then he also asked you to fight for paintings, but you didn't agree?"
"Uh, brother Jing Wen asked me to fight for painting, but you know that at my level, fighting for painting with others is just asking for humiliation, so I refused."
Liu Jingmo looked at Lu Xing unexpectedly, and asked curiously.
"Why do you think Brother Jing Wen asked me to fight for paintings? I don't look like someone worthy of Brother Jing Wen's challenge?"
"Hehe, didn't I say that, your paintings are actually pretty good..."
Lu Xing smiled and didn't answer his question directly.Looking at Xu Jingwen, Lu Xing had already made up his mind, and all that was left was actual evidence.
After chatting again for a while, the gate of the Drum Tower was slowly closed, and a melodious sound of chime bells was heard by everyone in the Drum Tower.
As the thick and melodious sound of the chime bell sounded, everyone in the Drum Tower fell silent, their minds were peaceful, but their brains became extremely clear and agile.
"This is……"
Lu Xing was slightly surprised, and Liu Jingmo, who was beside him, noticed the change in Lu Xing's expression, and his soul transmitted his voice.
"This is the magi bell of Yingtian Academy. It was once used by one of the 72 sages of Confucianism who was good at the way of rhythm."
"The sound of the bell has the effect of enlightening the mind, calming the mind and calming the mind."
"However, this should be an imitation. The real one is a fairy-level treasure, and it is impossible to bring it into the world."
Lu Xing nodded lightly. It seems that the top forces in these ten small worlds really have rich backgrounds.
The sound of the chime bells lasted for about a minute before it stopped slowly, and then eight Confucian scholars wearing Confucian crowns and Confucian robes of four colors: purple, black, white, and blue, walked out of the side hall and came to the high platform.
"Students, pay homage to all the teachers!"
Around the high platform, Xu Jingwen and the dozen or so Confucian scholars got up one after another, bowed to the eight people who had just appeared, and said respectfully.
"These eight people are from the four major academies in the small world of the ten places. They are all Hanlin bachelors who have cultivated in the Daoyuan realm. They are very likely to become great Confucians within ten years."
Liu Jingmo was explaining to Lu Xing.
The two in purple Confucian robes are Yingtian Academy, the one in black Confucian robes is Shigu Academy, the one in white Confucian robes is Bailudong Academy, and the one in blue Confucian robes is Songyang Academy.
In the small world of ten places, although there is Yuelu Academy, Yuelu Academy is not one of the four major academies.
The reason is very simple... Yuelu Academy was only established in the ancient times. At that time, the small world of the Ten Lands had been cut off from the present world.
Just like the situation not long ago, the ten small worlds can only keep in touch with the present world and teach exercises, but they cannot send items into the present world.
After a brief greeting, the eight Hanlin scholars knelt and sat on soft seats in four directions.
The four major academies were basically established around the Tang Dynasty. At that time, the habit was to sit on knees instead of sitting on chairs.
In this talk, the protagonists are actually the eight Hanlin scholars above, and the other Confucian students listen to the Confucian understanding of the eight Hanlin scholars, Ming province themselves.
The eight Hanlin scholars happened to practice eight different aspects of Confucianism, piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, swordsmanship, poetry and songs, articles, and governance theory.
It can be said that these eight aspects are enough to summarize the main system of Confucianism, Cultivation and Daoism.
Since the eight Hanlin scholars spoke in turn, before the Confucian, Taoist and swordsman from Shigu Academy gave a lecture, Lu Xing quietly used Tianyantong to observe the surrounding luck.
"It's exactly what I thought it would be."
"Most of the geniuses of Confucianism cultivators in the present world and the ten small worlds gather here, and they can really gather luck."
The sign-in system is based on the strength of luck to give out the advantages and disadvantages of rewards.
The situation in the Loutai Temple, where a lot of luck was gathered just because of Lao Dan’s preaching, made Lu Xing have an idea...
"Will there be a lot of luck gathering in places where other people preach and discuss the Tao?"
"If the quality of the preacher is not enough, can the quantity make up for it?"
With this in mind, Lu Xingcai came to participate in this Confucianism Cultivation Conference.
The result was really similar to what Lu Xing had guessed, because a large number of small worlds from the Ten Lands and Confucianism geniuses gathered here, and the luck in the Drum Tower at least doubled compared to yesterday.
Moreover, as the eight Hanlin scholars preached and discussed the law, the more people gained insights, the luck in the Drum Tower was still steadily rising little by little!
"From this point of view, the Daoist and Buddhist Discussion Conferences in the next two days should not be missed."
Lu Xing was in a happy mood as he observed the slow rise in luck through Tianyantong.
In such a short period of time, the luck here is no worse than that of Songyang Academy in the present world.
Don't think that Songyang Academy is bad.
You know, after hundreds of years, Songyang Academy has been rebuilt several times, and its luck has been seriously lost. Now that little luck has been recovered after the recovery of spiritual energy.
Lu Xing didn't rush to sign in, but waited for the moment when his luck reached its peak, at least he had to draw eight stars to get the energy.
"As expected of Song Lao's disciple, his understanding of the journey of painting is really penetrating, which makes people suddenly enlightened."
Liu Jingmo on the side looked at the Hanlin Bachelor of Painting and Taoism in Bailudong Academy above, and was full of admiration.Hearing the subtleties, he couldn't help clapping his hands and laughing.
Although Liu Jingmo's performance was a bit out of control, most of the people in the room behaved like him, and it didn't attract the attention of others.
Lu Xing didn't ask Liu Jingmo until the higher-ups changed people to give the sermon.
"I just heard you say that that person is Mr. Song's disciple? Who is this Mr. Song?"
"Mr. Song is a great Confucian in our Bailudong Academy, and his cultivation in painting is the best in the ten small worlds."
"There are even rumors that Mr. Song received the inheritance from Wu Daozi's predecessor, but because of the limited environment in the small world of the Ten Lands, he had to be trapped in the level of great Confucianism."
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 who was beside the high platform.
"So, that Xu Jingwen is still a brother of the same school as the Hanlin scholar on stage?"
Liu Jingmo came back to his senses, looked at Xu Jingwen with envy, and nodded.
"Because of Brother Jing Wen's painting experience in the past two years, the gentlemen of the academy realized Brother Jing Wen's potential, so they recommended him to Mr. Song."
"Brother Jing Wen passed Mr. Song's entry test not long ago. After Mr. Song's retreat is over, there will be a formal apprentice banquet."
Lu Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, and murmured: "The feast of appreciating a teacher... I don't think he can make it as a teacher."
"Huh? Brother Fang, did you say something just now?"
Liu Jingmo turned around suspiciously.
Lu Xing waved his hand and said with a smile, "It's nothing, I'm just talking to myself."
……
The eight Hanlin scholars each spent an hour talking about their own Taoism.
The sky outside the Drum Tower changed from a sunny morning to an evening when the sun was setting.
Those present are all cultivators, and the lowest level of cultivation is also in the fairyland, so it doesn't matter if you don't eat for a meal or two.
However, the four major academies still prepared a plate of spiritual fruits for all the Confucian scholars present to satisfy their hunger and thirst.
Lu Xing rubbed his chin and said in thought, "Confucianism's philosophy of swordsmanship basically follows Mencius's way of benevolence and righteousness, and the way of a gentleman. In addition, it is Xunzi's way of etiquette and law, and the idea of humanism that man can conquer nature."
"Pure Confucian swordsmanship is basically born out of the ideas of Mencius and Xunzi."
"Well, I feel that compared with the Taoist kendo's concept of the unity of man and nature, the Confucian kendo is more inclined to focus on humanity and self-centered."
Not only the way of swordsmanship, but also Confucianism's cultivation methods are all like this, focusing on the humane way.
"Although this is different from the path I took, it is still very good for reference."
Lu Xingxiu is a golden elixir of the way of heaven, and from the very beginning he was doomed to take the path of Taoism and Taoism, the path of the unity of heaven and man.
Confucianism, a cultivation method that focuses on humanity, does not fit well with Lu Xing.
After the eight Hanlin scholars had finished explaining their thoughts and experiences, the Hanlin scholar from Shigu Academy spoke again.
"Today, in addition to the task of preaching, we also shoulder the task of recruiting new students for our academy."
"Students present here, if you ask yourself how talented you are, you can challenge these elite students from our academies."
As soon as the words fell, the Confucianism geniuses from the four major academies around the high platform stood up one after another, and waved their hands to everyone in the Drum Tower.
"Those who perform well in the challenge can follow me back to the academy in the small world of the ten places to practice."
After saying this, countless people in the Drum Tower immediately turned their attention to the dozen or so people around the high platform.
Lu Xing took a bite of a juice, and looked thoughtfully at the eight people on the high platform.
"It's the same as the plan 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 small world of the Ten Lands has just come into contact with the present world, but most of the cultivation resources in the present world are controlled by the forces of the present world.
For the forces in the small world of the Ten Lands, the first thing they do when they enter the world is naturally to grab resources quickly.
However, for first-class and even top forces like the four major academies and aristocratic families, what they value more is the talents in this world!
"The present world is the main world, and the nine heavens and ten earths are just subsidiary worlds attached to the main world."
"Although it is not comparable to the strong and proud of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths at present, with the progress of spiritual energy recovery, there will be more and more geniuses in this world."
"Compared to the spiritual beings who are currently the highest and only in the Dao Yuan realm. The territory 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 power.
Lu Xing looked coldly at the suddenly bustling Drum Tower. Confucianism cultivators from the small worlds of the ten places basically knew what the elite students of the four major academies represented, so naturally they would not go up to ask for humiliation.
But the Confucianism cultivators from the present world didn't know it, so they competed one by one in eight aspects: piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, sword, poetry, songs, articles, and governance theory.
Although he didn't use his cultivation, it seemed that it was not as tragic as yesterday's imperial competition, but the literati killed without blood, and this kind of competition is more likely to destroy a person's self-confidence.
Especially Xu Jingwen!
"Oh, is this your painting?"
Xu Jingwen looked at the picture of the three friends of Suihan drawn by his opponent on the rice paper, and mocked.
"The brushwork is immature, the structure is unbalanced, and the picture has no charm. With your level, I don't think you are suitable for painting Taoism. You should stop wasting time and switch to other courses as soon as possible."
"Anyway, you are only in your 20s now, and there are five or six years left. Maybe you can find something that suits you."
Although from the point of view of the words, it looks like earnest 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, whom Liu Jingmo called Mr. Song's disciple, frowned slightly, and gave Xu Jingwen a soft drink.
"I'm sorry, I lost my temper. I really can't restrain my emotions when I encounter such a work."
Xu Jingwen immediately turned around and apologized, his expression was a little angry, as if he was really annoyed because he saw such a bad work.
This made Xu Jingwen's opponent's face turn green and red, and he lowered his head and didn't 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 error in the structure and layout, but also the division of ink and ink was extremely blurred, without charm at all.
Therefore, Ye Moqing waved his hand and made a judgment.
"Xu Jingwen wins this challenge. You all sit back."
Xu Jingwen cupped his hands, and Shi Shiran sat back.
The person fighting with Xu Jingwen lowered his head, cupped his hands slightly, and left the Drum Tower without saying a word.
Ye Moqing and the other eight people did not intend to stop them at all.
A mediocre talent is not worth their attention at all.
Lu Xing stared at Xu Jingwen who was smiling lightly, and suddenly said to Liu Jingmo.
"Show me that painting you just made."
"Huh? Oh, here you are."
Liu Jingmo was taken aback, although he was puzzled, he still subconsciously took out the picture of the morning market in Chang'an and handed it to Lu Xing.
"Do you want to be the disciple of Mr. Song?"
Lu Xing took the scroll, but he didn't open it to look at it, but asked Liu Jingmo a question.
"If possible, of course I am willing. But with my ability, Mr. Song doesn't like me at all."
Lu Xing weighed the scroll in his hand and smiled mysteriously.
"Don't worry, after today, Mr. Song will definitely accept you as a student."
Liu Jingmo: "?"
Regardless of the question mark on Liu Jingmo's face, Lu Xing got up with the scroll and walked to the high platform, pointing at Xu Jingwen with the scroll.
"Brother, I have a painting that I would like to ask for your advice."
Xu Jingwen recognized Lu Xing, his eyes sank unconsciously, he cast a vague glance at Liu Jingmo, and then slowly stood up.
"I don't dare to teach you, but looking at my brother's attire, he should be a swordsman. Why do you want to compete with me?"
"Why? Don't you really like fighting with others?"
Lu Xing laughed, laughing so much that Xu Jingwen felt uneasy inexplicably.
"Don't worry, I just want to ask you to take a look at this painting..."
Lu Xing threw it out of his hand, and Xu Jingwen subconsciously caught it in his hand.
Seeing Lu Xing reaching out his hand to signal him to open it, Xu Jingwen sneered, "It's a mystery!"
As Xu Jingwen said that, he opened the scroll...
choke----!
A majestic sword energy suddenly flew out of the scroll, and in Xu Jingwen's suddenly constricted pupils, hit the Niwan Palace between his eyebrows.
(End of this chapter)