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Chapter 32 Changes in the Wenhui
The first ray of sunlight in the morning, along the northeast corner of Yingtianfu's city, began to slowly spread to the four directions, bringing more brilliant light to this bustling land.

Although it is Yingtian Mansion in winter, although it is a little chilly at the moment, there is no sign of snow.

Before dawn, a large number of people in Yingtian Mansion started calling their children and daughters, dragging their families towards the altar outside the Holy Palace.

After arriving here, the center of the huge square has already formed the scene of a sea of ​​people. Tens of thousands of people gather here, and even the cold air seems to be forced to stay away from this place.

Acquaintances are chatting with each other here, in groups of twos and threes, looking at the altar above from time to time.

When the first ray of sunlight shines on the altar in the morning, the heavy drums arranged in advance in every corner of the surrounding attics, under the dancing of a strong man in simple clothes and holding a mallet, the sound of the drums resounded through the sky among.

"Boom~"

"Boom~boom boom boom"

"........."

Immediately afterwards, the sound of drums from other places began to spread from all directions regularly.

The people of Daxia standing on the square seemed to have a kind of blood in their blood awakened by the sound of the drum at this moment, and they all followed the sound of the drum and began to make sounds in line.

"Hey!"

"call!"

"Hey! Hey!"

"........."

Outside the Holy Palace, tens of thousands of people shouted in unison, accompanied by the continuous encouragement of the drums around, everyone who participated in this had a feeling of blood boiling.

"what!"

"what!"

"........."

The sound of the drum fell, and the voices of the people of Great Xia ended here.

But everyone's face was a little red, and their blood was boiling.

On the altar outside the Holy Palace, the eyes of tens of thousands of people are gathered here at this moment, waiting for the next moment.

"Respectfully invite the most holy teacher~"

Above the altar, a figure slowly appeared from the front, stepped forward, stood in the center of the altar, bowed his head and cupped his hands, and then spit out the sound of words in his mouth, as if a loudspeaker was installed, forming a wave of sound, spreading in all directions, letting Tens of thousands of people in the field can hear it.

Ye Wushuang was at the front of the crowd on the platform, and he was also very curious about the opening of this essay meeting.

Although the previous books recorded the grand perennial, but personally participating in it is another feeling.

Not to mention anything else, it was just the previous scene where tens of thousands of people sang to the drums, whether it was the momentum or the formation, he would never forget it.

"Maybe this is the inheritance!"

Ye Wushuang sighed in his heart, and Ye Nan beside him did the same, with yearning and reverence in his eyes.

When Long Xiaowen, the dean of Daxia Academy of Arts who was standing still in the field, made a sound, his hands didn't stop.

In the center of the altar, an unknown object formed a disk, and at this moment, Long Xiaowen was pouring his strong Grand Master power into it.

The tens of thousands of people in the audience, as well as people from various families representing hundreds of schools on the stage, were also watching.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Long Xiaowen finally stopped, took a deep breath, walked to the center of the altar with strides.

"Please be holy!"

The loud voice spread in all directions, and tens of thousands of eyes from the audience stared intently at the stage.

I saw Long Xiaowen sitting cross-legged in the arena, reciting the Analects silently.

The next moment, something that horrified everyone happened.

After Long Xiaowen chanted the Analects, a vast aura came out from the utensils in the center of the altar, and then, a yellow light rushed out against the sun's rays.

The next moment, everyone bowed their heads and hands in reverence, and offered their respects to the figure made of rays of light that appeared on the altar in front of them.

Ye Wushuang looked at the most holy teacher who appeared in front of him, and was shocked in his heart.

"When you look at the statue of the most holy teacher, you can feel the aura of a god and man. There are countless thoughts in your mind. After you wake up, you will suddenly have a heroic atmosphere in your heart, and you will understand the Confucian method of internal training with awe-inspiring righteousness."

"Cultivation method: Haoran Zhengqi Sutra?"

"grade:?"

"Do you want to use 1000 million experience points to increase?"

"Yes."

Looking at the system screen that appeared in front of him, Ye Wushuang suppressed his curiosity, and then used 1000 million experience points.

Closing his eyes, Ye Wushuang felt an extremely pure and warm breath appearing in his dantian, like a seed, after germination, breaking the ground, spreading, and scattered leaves, the breath finally penetrated the whole body, just like soaking in hot spring water in winter Comfortable and warm.

Opening his eyes again, the statue of the most holy teacher in front of him has disappeared, and the crowd around him are still waiting.

Ye Wushuang raised his hands, and a bright yellow breath appeared at the fingertips. It was magnificent, mighty, and positive.

"Is this the fundamental law of Confucianism, the mystery of righteousness?"

Ye Wushuang was startled, he could feel that his body was filled with an endless and endless righteousness.

For a moment, a whim occurred in his mind, and a ray of righteousness appeared on his finger, and then he faced the air in front of him, followed the comprehension just now, and drew the statue of the most holy teacher that appeared in his mind.

The further he went down the painting, he actually had a feeling of spiritual clarity, which was out of control.

Until the end, relying on his memory, he actually copied the statue of the most holy teacher that emerged in his mind with awe-inspiring righteousness.

But the next moment, he regretted it.

At the moment when the portrait of the most holy teacher was copied, the people around did not seem to notice it.

Then Ye Wushuang only felt that the awe-inspiring righteousness in his body was not under his control, and flowed towards the portrait in front of him like a torrent flowing along the position between his fingers.

In just a moment, there was very little left in Ye Wushuang's body, which was a hundred times stronger than the grand master's realm.

And in the eyes of everyone, the disappeared statue of the most holy teacher reappeared.

The god statue floats between the sky and the earth. Compared with the god statue that appeared just now, it is more solid, vivid, and full of spirituality!
"Holy!"

A voice that did not resemble the human world appeared in this piece of heaven and earth. At this moment, tens of thousands of people present, even people from various schools and families, felt a sense of oppression like heaven and earth coming from the depths of their souls.

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

No one knows why the image of the most holy teacher reappeared after disappearing, and it was still so clear, full of spirituality, and even uttered words.

In the Great Xia Palace, Emperor Xia was sitting on the Dragon Throne, using all his cultivation to protect his body and resist the pressure from heaven and earth.

Beside him, Wang Yongnian was already like a frog, his body pressed tightly to the ground, and even breathing seemed to have become extremely difficult.

The rest of the young eunuchs, Gong'e, etc., were all shocked by this oppressive force at this moment, and passed out in an instant.

This feeling came and went quickly.

In just an instant, it disappeared without a trace. If it weren't for the eunuchs and eunuchs reclining beside him, Emperor Xia himself would have doubted his life.

"What kind of state is this? After the divine state, is there still a way?"

Xia Di heaved a sigh of relief, before a drop of sweat fell from the corner of his forehead, it instantly turned into mist and disappeared into the invisible.

On the altar outside the Holy Palace, the holy image at this moment has disappeared, but the people present have not recovered from the shock.

(End of this chapter)