Chapter 607: The Desire to Become Stronger, the Attention of Saint Master Ran Qiu
Ci Song frowned, and many thoughts flashed through his mind.
"Brother Ci, brother Ci?"
Yan Ruoci's voice interrupted Ci Song's thoughts. Ci Song came back to his senses, looked at Yan Ruici, and said, "I'm sorry, Sister Yan, I was distracted for a moment. When will this 'Hundred Schools of Thoughts' battle begin? ? Is it still the same as every five years? And the number of students participating is still 72 from each academy? "
"A letter was sent from the Master's Palace saying that for this literary struggle, each of the hundreds of schools in the secular world must send twenty students. There are five major academies in our Confucian school, so each academy has been allocated four places. As for the literary struggle, The time will be held in the spring of next year, that is, in March. At that time, the First Master Palace will send half-sages one month in advance to bring students from hundreds of schools into the White Jade Capital to familiarize themselves with the environment. After all, this battle of a hundred schools of thought contends. The location is on the twelfth floor of Bai Yujing.”
"A college has only been allocated four places, and it's in such a hurry?"
Hearing this, Ci Song's brows raised slightly. It is already the twelfth lunar month, and in a few days it will be the New Year. There are only three months until the beginning of spring in March. When the rules of "A Hundred Schools of Thought Contest" were announced previously, the time was set on May 5. After the tea party in the courtyard, time was not so tight.
"Brother Ci, just take good care of your injuries. If your injuries are not healed by then, it doesn't matter if you don't participate in the 'Hundred Schools of Thought'. With your current strength and talent, even if you only enter the White Jade Capital with us, you will have many achievements." The semi-saint favors you."
"Of course, if you really want to represent Yan Sheng Academy, you will naturally have to occupy one of the quotas."
Yan Ruoci's voice was full of softness, and it was obvious that he attached great importance to Ci Song.
"Thank you for your concern, Sister Yan, but I will still participate in the battle of 'A Hundred Schools of Thoughts'."
Ci Song's voice was full of determination. Even if the First Master Palace had really suspected him, he had to go. He didn't care about the so-called reward. He now had many inheritances. As long as he practiced hard, these inheritances alone would be enough. It was enough to support his cultivation to semi-saint level. What he really lacked now was experience.
This battle with Mr. Han Yan really made Ci Song No. 1 feel like he was at his wits end. He had exhausted all the trump cards he could use and had no hope of winning. If it hadn't been for Yu Yue Long Men Pei being inspired in the end. , I am afraid that he will really be defeated by Mr. Han Yan.
This feeling makes Ci Song very uncomfortable, and the Wen Yun Baozhu, the treasure that the Xianshi Palace has been coveting, is now hidden in his body and will one day be exposed to the eyes of the world. By then, can he believe that the Xianshi Palace is really Still care about the so-called "covenant".
Therefore, Ci Song needs experience and experience between life and death. Only in this way can he digest all these inheritances in his body and turn them into his true strength.
The battle of "A Hundred Schools of Thought Contending" is a good opportunity for experience.
Since Ci Song came to Tianyuan Continent, this was the first time that he was so eager to increase his strength.
"If Junior Brother Ci wants to participate, this literary battle will definitely be extremely interesting. By then, Junior Brother Ci, Bai Ye, and Ruo Ci, Yan Sheng Academy will definitely achieve a good result this time."
Zhong Qi on the side also spoke, encouraging Ci Song, and then continued:
"Master sent a message saying that Bai Ye will end the trial from the Wenxin Palace on January 10th of the following year. At that time, Master will personally take Bai Ye back to the academy and make him the leader of our five major academies."
Speaking of this, Zhong Qi's expression became a little solemn, "In the final analysis, this Hundred Schools of Thought is not just a battle between various academic schools, but also a battle between the hundreds of schools of thought that have been inherited in the secular world, and those who live in Baiyujing." The battle between the bloodlines of saints.”
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Outside the sky, in Bai Yujing, in the main hall of the First Master's Palace, Saint Master Ran Qiu is wearing a golden robe and a crown on his head. He stands in the main hall. In front of him, there is a golden jade bead suspended. The luck orbs are exactly the same, except that they are filled with mysterious inscriptions. These inscriptions all exude golden light, and each inscription exudes terrifying pressure.
But the only difference is that in the middle of the jade bead, there is a big word "Confucianism" engraved on it.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, the jade bead trembled slightly, and the word "Confucianism" began to disappear. Then the Wen Yun Orb began to become illusory, and then the lines of inscriptions began to collapse, and the entire Wen Yun Orb began to shatter inch by inch. It turned into little golden light and disappeared in the hall.
Ran Qiu looked at the dissipated Wen Yun Orb with no emotion in his eyes, as if he had expected it.
At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a Confucian shirt suddenly walked in outside the main hall. It was Chen Xintong. As soon as he entered the main hall, he saw the golden light spots dissipating in the air and Ran Qiu's plain expression. His eyes couldn't help but his expression changed, and he quickly knelt down on one knee and said: "Teacher, everything has been arranged. In the spring of next year, there will be a contention of a hundred schools of thought."
"The Pearl of Literary Movement is originally an ordinary thing. In the later years, my teacher Kong Shengrong spread his own literary fortune to the world. Through the mouths of students all over the world, he spread the Confucian classics to the world. After he became a saint, he used this pearl to resonate with the Dao and make the world a better place. It carries the world's cultural destiny, so it has this cultural destiny jewel."
"Now that Confucianism has accounted for eight percent of the world's destiny, and my cultivation level is no different from that of Confucius, why can't I condense another literary destiny orb?"
Ran Qiu's tone was full of doubts about himself. Chen Xintong knelt in the hall, not daring to raise his head for fear of being angered by Ran Qiu. He didn't know how to answer what Ran Qiu said.
"The orb of literary luck refined by the Yin-Yang family is indeed very good, and can bear a trace of my holy power. It's a pity that it can't become a real orb of literary luck after all."
After saying that, Ran Qiu looked at Chen Xintong who was kneeling below and said, "Xintong, I won't show up at this Hundred Schools of Thought."
"If it weren't for the grace of the Saint Master, most of the literati in this secular world would not be able to come to Baiyujing even if they spent their entire lives. Xintong will tell the secular literati the heart of the Saint Master." Chen Xintong, who was half-kneeling on the ground, replied.
"As for the contention of a hundred schools of thought, it's up to you."
Ran Qiu replied indifferently, then slowly sat back on the chair and said: "I heard that Ci Song once used the Wenyun Orb refined by the Yin-Yang School to kill a semi-saint in Han State. Is this true?"
"Yes, with the approval of the Saint Master, the secular world was allowed to go to war. Ci Song participated in the war as a Daliang literati. As for Han Yan, he was a semi-saint. In order to fight for the country, he cut off his own Dao fruit and chose to participate in the war with the cultivation of a literary giant. In the end, he was defeated by Ci Song." Chen Xintong answered truthfully.
"A Hanlin, with only the blessing of the Wenyun Orb, plus a semi-saint treasure and a sub-saint treasure, can reverse and kill a literary giant who was once a semi-saint. Isn't this too much?"
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