Chapter 308: To break through the Great Saint Realm!
Clear air enters the body.
Luck is added.
The incomparable and majestic power is surging into Chu Xun's body. He is wanton and savage, like a wild dragon raging wildly in his body, roaring ferociously, tearing his internal organs and shifting them, and bleeding faintly.
In return.
But it is an increasingly terrifying vitality.
Surging.
Pervading endlessly.
The clear air surges, rising straight up from the body, no longer an ordinary natural force connecting the heaven and the earth, but standing here and speaking the law to control all the energy at will, and even making those unrealistic fantasies before.
The cultivation on his body.
It is also suddenly skyrocketing.
Long before, he condensed several kinds of Dao Fruit... Sword Dao Fruit, Formation Dao Fruit, Strength Dao Fruit, Confucian Dao Fruit, the four Dao Fruits in his body have always been on a hovering edge, in balance, and now this surging clear air has entered his body, breaking the balance, and the Confucian Dao Fruit began to grow alone.
"Buzz!"
The Confucian and Taoist aura in his body is the most intense.
Instantly.
Suppressed the rest of the Dao Fruits.
The other three Dao Fruits were unwilling to be suppressed like this, and they began to unite. At first, two Dao Fruits joined forces to resist, but found that it was ineffective. Then the third Dao Fruit also joined in. The three Dao Fruits worked together to counter the Dao Fruit of Confucianism, and the broken balance appeared to be in a state of relaxation.
"Boom!"
However.
The luck of Confucianism and Taoism.
It came suddenly.
It carried half of the luck of Confucianism and madly entered Chu Xun's body. The previously balanced physique became disordered again. The Dao Fruit of Confucianism was the only one that dominated, and the rest were in a state of decline. Even the extremely powerful formation method was completely suppressed at this time.
The cultivation on his body.
Ready to move.
The ninth realm of the saint.
He has paused for too long.
And today.
The surging Dao fruit of the Confucian and Taoist Great Saint is to use this power to achieve the Confucian and Taoist Great Saint in one fell swoop. This change makes Chu Xun slightly change color. It is true that he wants to achieve the Great Saint realm, but the most ideal candidate is not a Confucian and Taoist saint to condense the Great Saint. This makes him resist and begin to suppress the Confucian and Taoist Dao fruit in his body.
"Boom!"
The luck is blessed.
The pure air enters the body.
Chu Xun is resisting.
Rejecting the luck of Confucianism.
Confucius.
Li Sheng.
Seeing this, the two saints can't help but show a little loneliness in their eyes. They thought that Confucianism had produced a rare genius, and the future achievements would not be inferior to them. Who would have thought that he was unwilling to take Confucianism as the foundation and follow the Confucian path. They couldn't help but look at ease. Li Sheng said regretfully: "It's a pity that you were not born in Confucianism!"
He was already affected by the outside world.
He was asked to give up practicing other ways.
Turn to Confucianism.
Obviously it is impossible.
He can only sigh secretly.
The figure gradually becomes illusory.
"Well!"
"I'll give you a chance!"
When the illusory figure of the Saint of Principle was about to disappear, he gently pointed, and a mysterious luck entered Chu Xun's body, along with the Confucianism's Supreme Sage's Straight Talk, and an imperial law!
"Pop!"
The figure of the Saint of Principle disappeared.
Confucian cap.
Confucian robe.
Breaking through the air.
Returning to the Supreme Saint Dao Palace.
But!
The ancestral artifact of the Supreme Saint Dao Palace, the carving knife... was left in the academy tower!
...
...
Outside.
The group of people in the Supreme Saint Dao Palace naturally saw the departure of the Confucian cap and Confucian robe, and instinctively wanted to intercept them. However, the helmsman of the Supreme Saint Dao Palace shook his head slightly and said: "No need, no one can intercept the ancestral artifact of the Dao Palace, ignore him for now!"
The great Confucians silently withdrew their hands.
The dean of the academy and others also felt that the fluctuations and aura belonging to the Saint of Principle gradually disappeared, and looked at each other and said: "The Saint of Principle has also disappeared!"
They are very strange.
The two saints of Confucianism.
Confucius.
The Saint of Reason.
They came one after another.
They left one after another.
"Let's go!"
The dean of the academy narrowed his eyes slightly. As he took a step forward, the helmsman of the Supreme Saint Palace followed him. Behind the two of them were many great scholars. They were expectant and confused. Even Jian Qingzhu was particularly curious. At first, he thought that No. 9 was writing inscriptions inside, but now he didn't think so.
What words should be written.
To attract the arrival of the two saints?
The first floor.
The second floor.
The third floor.
...
They could no longer cross to the forty-ninth floor as calmly as before. They had a premonition in their hearts that they could not see this scene from the Dharma Eye. Fortunately, this academy tower no longer needed to be tested. Almost in an instant, they crossed dozens of floors and soon approached the forty-ninth floor, but these people paused slightly.
"That floor!"
"What happened?"
The dean of the academy put his hands on the stone door and slowly pushed it open. The tightly closed door opened and a ray of sunlight refracted in. Countless runes flickered and jumped in the void. They were all the crystallization of wisdom and the legacy of great scholars.
Many great scholars in the Holy Dao Palace had never come to the academy tower, let alone set foot on this floor. Seeing this scene, their breaths froze slightly. The air was filled with the breath of sages. Not only was there the holy rhyme that the sages had just left, but also the essence of the ancient sages left here. The handwriting was full of vitality.
"We're here!"
The dean of the academy murmured softly.
He stepped forward and paced.
The voice was very light.
The people behind him.
Followed behind as if they had lost their souls.
Step by step.
They brushed against the wall.
The fingertips passed over the words.
The fluttering appeared.
The power of the words.
Going straight to the deepest part of the soul.
[In the world, if you don’t make progress, you will regress. There is no fixed reason! ]
[The way to study is to make progress step by step and think deeply while studying]
[A gentleman follows the way and gives up halfway; I can’t do it for long]
The words of the ancient sages are left on the wall, which makes people sigh at the mystery of their essence. Even the helmsman of the Supreme Taoist Palace sighed: "This is not the first time I have come here, but I still feel the waves. I am impressed by the wisdom of these sages. The growth of my Confucian state is inseparable from the foundation and accumulation of these sages from generation to generation!"
Bow!
Bow!
Salute!
Many great Confucian scholars behind him.
Salute one after another.
This is respect.
Then they looked at the old man in white clothes with long eyebrows. He was still in a trance, mumbling incoherently, and they also looked at the wall on one side. The two newly emerged lines of words were particularly clear, filled with a brilliant golden luster, and vivid, as if they were about to break free from the wall.
[A thousand sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees bloom in front of the dead tree! ]
"Good sentence!"
"Good sentence!"
"Good!"
"Reward!"
The great scholar was amazed when he saw this, showing surprise. This sentence is enough to be placed in the must-read scriptures of Confucianism to inspire those depressed and decadent students. The group of great scholars who visited Chu Xun and greeted him in the Sutra Pavilion before the academy showed a trance, vaguely understanding that this was an old man full of philosophy and wisdom, otherwise how could he write such words.
"As expected of Number Nine!" Number Four also marveled in his heart. They knew Number Four's age, and they also knew that Number Nine had a not-so-glorious past. They did not expect that he could come up with such a poem, but it was still within their expectations. However, when he looked around, he did not find Number Nine.
