Chapter 11 Literary spirit enters the sea of consciousness
"There has to be a time limit, right dad?!"
Zeng Anmin asked loudly at his father's back.
Cultivating Confucianism and Taoism did not conflict with Zeng Anmin's plan, so he did not resist it.
But if you don’t give me money... then what fun is there in practicing? !
The father paused slightly, and after pondering for a moment, he gave Zeng Anmin the answer.
"You can come back when you open up Zifu."
At that time, Emperor Jianhong was still in Liangjiang County, and the person behind the case of the missing dragon survey had not yet been caught.
Zeng Shilin did not want his son to be involved.
Okay, then I can come back tonight...
Of course, Zeng Anmin would definitely not say this.
That is to say, he has to wait until he completely understands the secret behind the dragon survey before he can say anything.
"Then I'll try my best to hurry up." Zeng Anmin showed a relaxed smile on his face:
Dad didn't stop, but there was a hint of amusement on his face.
quick?
How fast can it be?
He studied Confucianism and Taoism since he was sixteen years old, and it took him three years to open the Zifu.
And this is already a gift from heaven.
……
"Master, let's go, the carriage is just outside the house."
A silly voice sounded.
Zeng Anmin saw a brown bear...a man who looked like a brown bear walked in.
Qi Dachun.
Qi Bo's son.
This man was nine feet tall, with a heavy back and a heavy waist. He walked like a giant door panel.
Those eyes just looked...too wise.
…………
Water Governor Academy.
It is located outside the south of Liangjiang County.
It has peaks and mountains at its back and green water.
With beautiful mountains and clear waters, it’s a paradise.
When Zeng Anmin saw the environment around Shuidu Academy, his mind was purified by the natural beauty.
Autumn has entered at this time, the mountains are cool and cool, and the mountains are full of red maples.
Zeng Anmin lived in a modern city full of industries in his previous life, and rarely saw such spectacular natural scenery. He felt a little emotional for a while:
"Stop and do... Ahem, frost leaves are as red as February flowers. Good mountains, good scenery."
"Hehe, it's pretty good-looking."
Qi Dachun's silly laughter sounded.
Zeng Anmin turned around and looked.
At this time, Dachun was carrying bedding for two people, daily necessities, two large boxes, and four or five baggage...
Even if he has reached a higher level of physical cultivation, he is still a little out of breath.
"Dachun, why are you picking up so many stones?"
Zeng Anmin stared at Dachun's hands.
Even though he had already carried so many things, he still picked up a lot of strange-shaped stones in his hands.
Dachun's tongue licked his thick lips:
"Ever since I was a kid, I always wanted to pick something up and take it back. I'm used to it."
Zeng Anmin's mouth twitched: "You don't pick up things on the road, do you?"
"Huh?"
Dachun looked confused:
"What... Aunt Shi?"
“If you don’t pick something up on the road, you will feel regretful.”
Zeng Anmin explained to Dachun.
………
In a small courtyard of Shuidu Academy.
An old man is fishing, with a yellow bamboo fishing pole in his hand and a leisurely and content look on his face.
The old man has fair hair and a childlike face, a little on the thin side. The most eye-catching thing is the eyes full of wisdom on his face.
It seems that just by looking at him, you can feel the mystery of Confucianism.
It was Qin Shoucheng, the dean of Shuidu Academy.
"Dean, Governor Zeng's only son has enrolled in school." The old housekeeper reported respectfully.
"Yeah."
Qin Shoucheng nodded casually. "Aren't you going to take a look?" the housekeeper hesitated and asked.
After all, he is the governor's son. Regardless of his knowledge, even if it is just his status, he must show respect.
Qin Shoucheng glanced at him and sneered:
"As the son of a great Confucian scholar, I have not been known for my talents for sixteen years. Do you think I will be a Confucian and Taoist scholar?"
"Don't say too much, no see, no see."
If word gets out, wouldn't outsiders laugh at me, Qin Shoucheng, for my tendency to follow Yan?
……
Shuidu Academy opened a new school.
But not many students were recruited this time.
Including Zeng Anmin, there are only a dozen new students.
Not all Confucian and Taoist students are qualified to come to Shuidu Academy, and they need to be recommended by someone.
The students who come to Shuidu Academy all have one thing in common, and that is volume.
Check out the 16-9 book bar to see the correct version!
In the first lesson of school, no one was distracted in the classroom. They were all listening to the teacher's teachings with full concentration.
"The key to Confucianism and Taoism is accumulation, and understanding the artistic conception of the book with your heart. Those who are enlightened can understand the literary spirit in just one year."
"Only when you have gained a ray of literary spirit can you reach the first level of Confucianism and Taoism, which is called the state of self-cultivation."
"The foundation of literary energy is the essence of the human body. Therefore, you must be sixteen years old and have sufficient energy before you can practice. Otherwise, your life span will be shortened in the least, and you will die prematurely in the worst case."
Mr. Xi is about forty years old.
Wearing a Confucian shirt, his face is solemn and his eyes are indifferent.
I saw him reaching out and waving lightly.
A faint milky white halo flickered from between his fingers.
"Ah..."
All the students, including Zeng Anmin, looked at the white halo in shock.
Anyone who sees this supernatural phenomenon for the first time will be surprised.
Mr. Xi was not surprised by this. He took out a black jar from under the table and opened it gently.
"Buzz!!!"
A black gas visible to the naked eye rushed out instantly.
"This qi is evil and evil. If an ordinary person is entangled by it, he will feel dizzy and dizzy as if a heavy stone is pressing down on him."
Mr. Xi took his time and explained to everyone.
As soon as the black energy appeared, it circled the beams of the school several times, and then impatiently attacked a certain student.
"Ah!" Seeing this, the student turned pale with fright.
"Hmph!" The instructor's face turned cold, and he flicked his finger to pop out the halo in his hand.
The milky white light arrives in the blink of an eye.
"Hey~" a heart-wrenching voice sounded.
In just a moment, the black energy dissipated invisible.
"However, we, the Confucian cultivators, can disintegrate and dissipate with just a little bit of literary spirit."
The teacher, with a smile on his face, turned to look at the students.
Sure enough, more than a dozen students were blushing and their eyes were green.
I wish I could study hard and learn this Confucianism and Taoism on the spot!
Zeng Anmin was naturally among them.
"Confucianism has a long history. Our ancestors have been exploring for generations, and they have summarized three books that are the easiest to understand the literary spirit. They are on your desk..."
"Wow..."
Before the teacher could finish his words, there was the sound of impatient turning of books in the classroom.
The first lesson upon admission is to get the students motivated to study, and he is the only one who does this best in the entire academy.
For this reason, he went through all kinds of hardships to find some evil spirit...
During the Great Sage's dynasty, Confucianism and Taoism flourished, and ghosts and evil spirits were almost impossible to find.
Zeng Anmin, like the other students, looked toward the desk.
They are "Tai Xue", "Yi Zi" and "Confucian Classics"
He picked up a copy of "Tai Xue" and opened it.
The content of the book was difficult for Ao Ya, but fortunately Zeng Anmin had a foundation from his predecessors, so he could barely understand it.
Just as he was about to put the book down.
His eyes suddenly condensed.
The contents of that book are deeply imprinted in my mind and I can’t get rid of them!
At the same time, he suddenly felt a warm current coming from his mind, heading straight into the sea of consciousness space...
Literary spirit!
Zeng Anmin's eyes were thoughtful.
(End of chapter)