Fantasy: Get Hundreds Of Millions Of Times Cultivation Talent At The Start

Chapter 311

Dawn broke in the sky, the sun rose in the east, billowing purple air came from the east, lingering in the Golden Palace, above this golden mountain.

The whole Jinshan became brighter and brighter under the sun.

The Qionglou of the palace is luxurious and full of scholarly fragrance. From the corridor of the palace, a Daoist shadow hurriedly moved, wearing a Confucian robe and elegant manners. He was a student of another school of the Golden Palace.

Bachelor of Arts!

The Kyushu Golden Palace has two lines. One line cultivates Martial Dao and is called a scholar of martial arts, and the other line cultivates Confucianism and Taoism and is called a scholar of literature.

Confucianists are not weak scholars in the secular world. They are equivalent to a variant of Martial Dao. They are different from Practitioner to strengthen themselves, but to perceive the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, and luck with Confucianism!

“Shushasha!”

The sound of footsteps on the promenade also attracted Han Feng’s attention. He had been wandering in the Golden Palace for a whole night, but he could not find the location of the treasure house of the Golden Palace.

“What are you waiting for? Confucius started talking. If you are late, you will regret it for a lifetime!”

Just when Han Feng leaned out and wanted to see the situation, a voice came from behind him, urging and shouting.

Han Feng was startled, and when he looked back, he saw a middle-aged man in a robe staring at him.

This person is no one else, but the Confucian who drove Jiuyuntai before and sent Han Feng and the old butcher up.

At first, because of the old butcher, Han Feng did not feel the Cultivation Base of this Confucian, but now when he confronts him, he realizes that this is actually a great power!

That breath, one after another, is vast and boundless.

“Oh!”

Han Feng was taken aback for a moment, and then reacted, hurriedly said yes, following the flow of people, walking towards another palace.

On the way, Han Feng also heard a key message.

Confucius, Kong Zhongli, open the forum to discuss the Tao, is to select the inheritors of Taoism.

And get the opportunity to enter the treasure house of the Golden Palace and choose a Confucian spiritual tool.

Spirit artifact, that is a treasure of a rank on the heavenly artifact!

However, Han Feng doesn’t care about the so-called heavenly weapons, what he cares about is the treasure house of the Golden Palace!

He moved slowly along the flow of people, and soon came to a huge palace.

This treasure hall is jeweled and precious, and there is a wonderful breath flowing between the heaven and the earth.

Vaguely visible, we can see that there are subtle runes floating in the space, lingering on the entire palace, and the runes seem to be connected to the sky and the earth, piercing the square, with a little golden light, and shining brightly.

Han Feng followed the crowd, stepped through the hall door and entered the hall, and as he stepped across the threshold, there was a wave of fluctuations in the surrounding space, a piece of energy that Han Feng had never seen before, glowing with white light, and fell on him.

Not only him, but even the people around him were selected by white light.

“Entry!”

And in Han Feng’s ear, a magnificent heavenly sound was heard immediately, and then a breath drew in, guiding him towards the futon next to the hall.

“This should be Confucianism, similar to Spiritual Qi, very unique!”

Han Feng felt the lingering white light on his body and mumbled to himself. After sitting on the futon, he looked up.

In the center of the hall, there is a high platform. On the four corners of the platform, one person is seated. Everyone is wearing Confucian robes, sitting upright in the Lotus Position, with a detached manner and a little Confucianism.

And the Confucian who first reminded Han Feng was among the four.

“These four people may be Kong Zhongli’s disciples!”

Han Feng looked at the four people on the high platform, thinking in his heart.

It was very quiet around, and even the footsteps became extremely gentle. After stepping into the Great Hall, everyone was silent, showing their politeness in every move.

“Ding!”

Suddenly, a jingle bell rang, and then turned into a bell ringing, echoing in the entire palace, mysterious and moving, with aura.

The next moment, a figure appeared at the gate of the palace, wearing a Confucian robe, with a childlike face, and an old Confucian.

Kong Zhongli!

“present!”

The four Confucian scholars on the high platform immediately got up, and the cupped fist greeted them.

Almost at the same time, all the bachelors around got up, cupped fist with both hands on their chests, bowed.

Kong Zhongli paced slowly, walked up the high platform from the gate of the palace, a wave of light waved out, and then leisurely said: “What is Confucianism? What is Confucianism and Taoism?”

The voice echoed in the ears of everyone present like a clear spring. The next moment, everyone was seated together, looking up, as if looking at the sky.

When Kong Zhong left and sat on the futon, many scholars below felt pressure, as if heaven and earth descended, vast and vast, and that vast aura seemed to break through their bodies, their Dantians, their consciousness, and even their souls. !

This is the atmosphere of heaven and earth! Confucianism!

“Confucianists cultivate six arts, rituals, music, and books. They are divided into civil and military schools!”

Kong Zhong left the mouth, the voice was still flat, but the vast coercion became stronger and stronger, as if the sky had descended.

“A Confucian advocates self-cultivation, respects the heaven and earth, and can be blessed by luck. Therefore, the Confucian has a variety of etiquette, sacrifices to the world, is polite to people, and is friendly to people, and can always get friendly feedback from the other party. This is the mystery of etiquette. !”

“Playing with a musical instrument will move the avenue of heaven and earth, and reach the resonance of all beings, and all beings will live together. This is music!”

“Take the bow and arrow as the soldier, the heart as the eye, and you will find it. This is the bow of the Confucian, and it is also shooting!”

“Controlling the world and the hundreds of millions of creatures, fitting with one’s own soul, this is imperialism!”

“Reading the sage’s handwritten notes, writing beautiful articles, enlightening your eyes and making people realize epiphany, this is… a book!”

“Deducing secrets, predicting good fortune and avoiding evil, this is the number!”

“Confucianists, cultivating Confucianism and Taoism, the mystery is profound…”

Kong Zhong looked away from his eyes and put a white glow, sitting down with tens of thousands of people looking down, his voice was up and down, and the power radiated in every syllable made people feel the mysticism of the Confucian, and his heart was leisurely and fascinated.

People have the illusion of being subdued by Confucianism and Taoism and admired by Confucianism and Taoism.

“The Six Arts of Confucianists? Isn’t this?”

Han Feng in the crowd suddenly changed his face after hearing Kong Zhongli’s words. His mind suddenly thought of Kong Sheng and Meng Sheng in his previous life.

Are they all the great sage of Confucianism?

At this moment, Kong Zhongli sat on the stage, constantly teaching Confucian morality, staring around, and then fixed on Han Feng’s body.

This young man gave him a familiar feeling, but neither his appearance nor his breath had ever been seen before.

“eccentric!”

Kong Zhongli said secretly, but did not interrupt his own words.

“Confucian scholars take literature as their roots, but unfortunately, the Kyushu dynasty has continued to fight over the past century, gradually dwindling martial arts, and Confucianism and Taoism have declined. Looking at the Kyushu Golden Palace, there are five Taiwu scholars, while Taishu scholars have not even one!”

Kong Zhongli lamented, with a look of regret, “Now that I open the forum to discuss Confucianism, I want to select outstanding students as my disciples… Daoist disciples!”

As soon as the voice fell, there was an uproar everywhere. These people, even if they knew the matter for a long time, uttered these words from the mouth of the great scholar Kong Zhongli of the Kyushu dynasty, which still inevitably caused an uproar.

“Bachelors, you are here to do essays. Those with high literary talents are my disciples!”

Kong Zhong left the mouth.

“Teacher, is this too sloppy!”

At this moment, at the corner of the high platform, a Confucian said.

“Our Kyushu Golden Palace recruits talents from all over the world. Everyone is the top of our peers. If there are no disciples I want here, how can there be other places? It’s outside the palace, how can there be Is better than the genius here?”

Kong Zhongli looked back at the Confucian scholar, shook his head and laughed.

“Yes!”

Upon hearing the sound, the Confucian suddenly lowered his head and said ‘yes’.

“Everyone present, including the four of you, give it a try!”

Kong Zhongli said, and also named the four people around him.

After listening to Kong Zhongli’s words, the four of them were overjoyed. The four of them were accepted by Kong Zhongli as registered disciples. They thought that they had no chance of being a teacher, but now that I think about it, it is the first time to go to the water tower!

In the audience, many bachelors of arts have cheered up.

Just now, I was listening, I was fascinated, or thinking hard, or simply not thinking, I just remembered it with my heart, and some people wrote directly, quickly portraying what Kong Zhongli said, and intending to learn more slowly in the future.

People who can understand on the spot and have a thorough Insight, after all, are a minority, and most of them are at a loss.

Which naturally includes Han Feng!

On Wu, he has billions of times talent, but he doesn’t know anything about thesis.

However, now that Kong Zhongli asks them to do essays, how can they dare to neglect?

In order not to reveal anything, Han Feng had to write a pen, even if it was pretending!

As for what to write? Although Han Feng didn’t have any questions from the university, Kong Sheng and Meng Sheng did!

“Ha ha ha… Wen Chao Gong, yes!”

Han Feng smiled bitterly, then he held the pen and swiped it…