Chapter 186 Sensation in Liangzhou Mansion

Xia Ziran and Lin Yunhai next to Ji Chen were even more surprised. They were the closest and felt more directly. The sound of iron horses and golden swords coming from the vision seemed to pull them into the vast battlefield.

The war horses were galloping, the war drums were beating, the horses were neighing, and the people were roaring.

Fang Jingyu and others in the distance looked at this scene in astonishment, unable to believe it.

The light on the rice paper became more and more intense, and finally turned into a dazzling white light that rushed straight into the sky.

The sudden change shocked the entire Liangzhou City, and everyone saw it.

At this moment, the whole city was shocked and looked at this scene in shock.

In the sky and in the clouds, the aura rolled like a roaring ocean.

A picture of breaking the formation appeared in the sky, with iron horses and golden swords, sword energy like frost, horses neighing, war drums beating, fierce soldiers roaring, and generals howling. The magnificent battlefield mood was vented, covering the entire Liangzhou City, making everyone feel the sadness and heroism of the ancient battlefield.

That feeling is so real, immersive.

There is no direct inheritance in the Confucianism and Taoism. Everything is in the book. This is why there is a saying that there is a beauty in the book and a golden house in the book.

The Confucianism and Taoism all depend on understanding.

After the death of the Confucian saint, the righteous spirit dissipated between heaven and earth, and the spirit was imprinted in the long river of time.

The body is dead but the soul is still there!

If there is a brilliant poem, it will show a vision if it is recognized by the Confucian saint spirit of heaven and earth.

The more brilliant the poem, the greater the vision.

Ji Chen's poem not only showed a vision, but also showed a map of breaking the formation. Not only was it recognized by this world, but it also awakened the heroes who died in this world and restored a battle that once happened here.

Ji Chen's righteousness surged, and he was submerged in the blazing light.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the Wen Palace radiated light, and the sea of ​​talent surged.

Inside the Wen Palace, a statue appeared, which was Ji Chen's appearance, lifelike.

The statue is dressed in a Confucian robe, with a long sword hanging from his waist.

This is the manifestation of Ji Chen's spiritual power condensed to the extreme. In the Taoist sect, this is the realm of wandering in the world.

Ji Chen's Confucian and Taoist realm has broken through, his righteous spirit has surged, and his Confucian and Taoist strength has been greatly improved.

In the academy, Dean Yao suddenly turned his head and looked at the sky. The vast vision in the sky surprised him.

"The Confucian and Taoist visions are manifested. Has anyone made a poem that will last forever?"

His strength is so strong that his eyes are blazing white. At a glance, everything automatically separates. He sees Dingbei Marquis Mansion, Ji Chen, and the article on the rice paper.

Drunk and looking at the sword by lamplight,

Dreaming of blowing the horn in the camp,

When he finished reading this poem, there was a touch of shock in his eyes.

"Good poem, this poem of breaking the formation, writes about the patriotism of many soldiers, and their nostalgia for the army after their old age. The talent of the literary saint should be truly worthy of the name."

While Dean Yao was shocked, he felt very sorry that such a good seedling was someone else's student.

A group of Confucian teachers from the academy flew up to the sky and looked at the Dingbei Marquis Mansion.

"What a great poem to break the formation, it actually caused such a shocking phenomenon."

"The talent of a literary saint, is my Liangzhou Mansion going to produce another literary saint?"

"A poem caused a shocking phenomenon, manifesting an ancient battlefield, it's really amazing."

"A poem for the ages!"

The so-called poem for the ages does not necessarily have to be passed down through the ages, but a poem that can manifest a strange phenomenon must be passed down through the ages, so it is called a poem for the ages.

In the Demon Suppression Division, Ding Zhao stood on the roof and looked at the strange phenomenon in the sky, "The literary saint manifested, and the Confucian and Taoist lineage has produced another talent."

In Liangzhou Mansion, Xu Yuzhai also looked at the strange phenomenon in the sky, with a complicated look in his eyes.

At this moment, in Liangzhou City, whether it was the aristocratic families or the ordinary people, all put down the things in their hands, looked at the sky, and immersed in the shocking strange phenomenon.

In the courtyard of Dingbei Marquis Mansion, everyone was stunned, looking at this scene in astonishment, and couldn't believe it.

They actually witnessed the birth of a poem that will last for thousands of years, and witnessed the wonders of the poem triggering strange phenomena. The grand artistic conception of wars on the battlefield was presented by a poem.

The strange phenomenon lasted for a long time and slowly dissipated.

Ji Chen's talent was exposed, which was a sign that he had broken through the Confucian realm and his talent could not be completely restrained.

"Good, good, good, good poem!"

Zhao Qingcheng praised and was very excited. It was worth it to witness the birth of a poem that will last for thousands of years and witness the strange phenomena triggered by the poem.

There was no need to comment on it at all. No one at the scene was qualified to comment on this poem. Poems that could be recognized by heaven and earth were all poems that would last for thousands of years.

"Does this poem have a title?" Zhao Qingcheng asked curiously.

"Pozhenzi!" Ji Chen said.

"Pozhenzi." Zhao Qingcheng muttered, "Good title, it fits the poem very well!"

She was a soldier and liked this poem very much.

Xia Liyun looked at Ji Chen with curiosity, surprise and expectation.

She said, "This poem can be included in the Confucian Sage Hall of Daxia. Can I take it back and put it in the Confucian Sage Hall?"

When this was said, everyone at the scene was shocked. Having a poem included in the Confucian Sage Hall is definitely the highest honor for a scholar.

The Confucian Sage Hall is the highest hall of Confucianism in Daxia. All the Confucian Sages are enshrined in it. Even some great Confucian scholars may not be able to write a poem that can be included in the Confucian Sage Hall in their entire lives.

And Ji Chen did it at the age of coming of age, which made everyone envious and jealous.

Ji Chen nodded and said, "Okay!"

Xia Liyun waved her hand, and a maid came over and carefully picked up the rice paper, fearing that there would be any mistakes.

The rice paper was displayed in front of Xia Liyun and Zhao Qingcheng. The moment they saw the handwriting, their eyes lit up instantly.

"What beautiful words!"

Zhao Qingcheng was especially surprised. She was very knowledgeable about calligraphy and could tell at a glance that the words were not from any school, but from a school of her own.

Ji Chen actually created a new style of calligraphy.

"This word is worth a lot of money!"

She realized instantly that this piece of rice paper was worth a lot of money. Neither the handwriting nor the poem could be copied.

After all, the strange phenomena of heaven and earth only appear when writing for the first time. Even if it is Ji Chen himself, the strange phenomena will not appear again when writing the same poem for the second time.

At this time, a Confucian scholar below said: "Your Highness, General, can we also see it?"

Everyone was looking forward to it and wanted to see it eagerly, but with Zhao Qingcheng and Xia Liyun there, they did not dare to go beyond that.

Xia Liyun nodded when he heard it.

The two maids next to him quickly found a tray, spread the rice paper on the tray, pressed it down with a ruler, and then stood up the tray.

The two knew that this post was very valuable, so they were very careful.

A group of Confucian scholars quickly stood up and looked closer.

"Good handwriting!"

First of all, the handwriting made everyone's eyes light up.

"This handwriting is unique!"

"Oh my God, Brother Beigui has created a new style of handwriting."

"This post is valuable!"

"Nonsense, let's not talk about the handwriting first. This poem alone has caused a strange phenomenon. This post is a priceless treasure. Every word contains the meaning of Taoism. Otherwise, do you think any garbage poem can enter the Confucian Saint Hall?"

Compared with the amazement and surprise of the crowd, Fang Jingyu and others looked much uglier.

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