The world was an incomparably vast vocabulary.
Dimensional world, small chiliocosm, large world…
Myths.
It was a term that had been passed down from ancient times to the present.
Liao Zhai, White Snake, God Sealing, Journey to the West, Xingtian Wu Gan Qi, Laozi Hua Hu, Lotus Lamp, Nezha Causing Sea, Hou Yi Shooting the Sun, Kuafu Chasing the Sun, Chang'e Flying to the Moon, Jingwei Reclaims the Sea, Tang Emperor Killing Dragons in Dreams, Nuwa Mending the Heaven, Battle of Witches and Demons, Xuanyuan Killing Chiyou, Yang Jian Splitting Mountains to Save Mother, Dayu Controlling Water, Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, Pangu Opening the Sky...
One legend after another was gathered into a unique myth of the Chinese Dynasty. A complete immortal system was unveiled in a comprehensive manner. One could not help but sigh at how profound this was.
However…
Were these really just stories?
……
The rain continued to fall. The spring breeze blew past, and the rain dripped down.
In a courtyard in Suzhou, a handsome scholar was sitting upright in a well-decorated hall. He was reading a book of sages in his hand. Every word and sentence was sonorous and powerful, and his voice was high.
As he read the Sage Book over and over again, a faint white light draped over Kong Wenjun's body like a long robe, dispelling the slight chill in his body.
Moments later.
Kong Wenjun slowly placed the Sage Book in his hand on the desk and took a deep breath. He stood up with his hands behind his back and looked at the drizzling scene outside through the window sill. He stretched his body and exercised.
It had been a month since he arrived in this world. It was like a dream, as if he was in a dream.
That's right.
Kong Wenjun wasn't from this world. He was from Earth and was the 86th generation grandson of Confucius. In a feudal dynasty, he would have been granted the title of king, marquis, and duke. However, in the modern world, it was just the glory of his family. Fortunately, Kong Wenjun never gave up on Confucianism and firmly studied the true Confucianism, not the servile Confucianism that had been modified in the future.
Confucius said: repay kindness with kindness, and complain with honesty! It meant that if you owe me a favor, I will repay you, but if you have a grudge against me, then let's fight! The Six Arts of a Noble included archery, fencing, chariot driving, and other functions.
However, after the revision of the so-called great scholars of later generations, it became: Repaying kindness with kindness, repaying evil with kindness, the Six Arts of a Gentleman, except for the Book of Songs and the Book of Rites, had all become decorations.
Therefore, modern people thought that Confucianism was a servile education. In fact, this was not the case. The true Confucianism emphasized that the courtiers respected the monarch. However, when the monarch was dissolute and the people were in dire straits, they had to carry out things such as purging the side of the monarch. Therefore, Confucius 'Confucianism was not accepted by the feudal dynasty. After all, Confucius' so-called purging the side of the monarch meant overthrowing the emperor. No king could accept it.
It was only after some so-called great Confucians changed it to the meaning that if the ruler wanted the subject to die, the subject must die that Confucianism was truly accepted by the feudal dynasty.
It was gratifying and lamentable. Kong Wenjun had read a lot of Confucian books and was even proficient in all kinds of ancient poems. He also knew the true Confucian gentleman sword techniques, but they were useless in the modern world.
Kong Wenjun was frustrated. No matter what, he was only twenty-three years old. In a fit of anger, he decided to educate the so-called historical and literary experts in China.
In the end.
Those so-called historians and literary experts were all defeated by Kong Wenjun's books. Whether it was history, zither, chess, calligraphy, or painting, they were all defeated by Kong Wenjun.
Unfortunately, when Peking University invited Kong Wenjun to become an associate professor in the Chinese Department, an accident happened. A purple lightning struck him to death. When he woke up, he found himself lying in the middle of a forest. It was dark. Before he could figure out what was going on, a ghost with an extremely rotten face suddenly appeared. Kong Wenjun was shocked. When he was pounced on by the ghost, it was as if he had been hit by a big truck. His internal organs almost exploded. At this critical moment, A white light suddenly appeared, and the ghost was directly burned to ashes by the white light.
Kong Wenjun, who was lucky enough to survive, found the thatched cottage and stayed there. However, his injuries were too serious and he could not get treatment. Just as he was about to die, a pale white ancient book appeared out of thin air and passed him an article called: The cultivation method of the Righteousness Qi and some related knowledge were what allowed him to survive. Later, he earned a lot of money by relying on some skills and settled down in Suzhou. He bought a courtyard and cultivated the Righteousness Qi quietly.
……
The sun had just risen in the morning, and purple clouds were surging in the east.
Kong Wenjun held the Sage Book and chanted. When he chanted, he used Righteousness Qi. As he chanted, wisps of Purple Qi were slowly attracted and flowed into Kong Wenjun's body, gathering in his meridians, mind, and dantian.
There is righteousness in heaven and earth, which is mixed with all kinds of things. Below is the river, above is the sun. It is said to be vast and vast to people, and it is abundant in the sky.
A song of righteousness that sounded as if ten thousand people were singing in unison rang out in Kong Wenjun's ears. The majestic and majestic song brought with it countless purple clouds that surged into Kong Wenjun's body.
It's half past midnight.
Kong Wenjun opened his eyes slightly and a bright light flashed in them.
Every morning, Kong Wenjun would use the Righteousness Qi to read the Sage's Book in front of Dongfang Yong. He would use this to cultivate the Righteousness Qi. Day after day, Kong Wenjun never stopped. No matter if it was raining or raining, he never stopped.
He relied on his talent and his persistence in reading the Sage Book to cultivate Righteousness Qi every morning. In just a month, he reached the Elementary Scholar Realm.
There were realms of scholar, juren, gongshi, jinshi, champion, hanlin, grand scholar, great scholar, and so on.
After entering the Elementary Scholar Realm, one could use the Great Spirit to use the powerful ability of armchair reasoning. Other than that, there were many other benefits, such as bright eyes and night vision, ink-free skin, and word resonance.
For Kong Wenjun, this was definitely a new challenge. He had never heard of such an ability, and it was also the first time he had received the Righteousness Qi.
Moreover, this world was obviously suitable for Kong Wenjun to express his ambition. After all, he was born at the wrong time, which made the top scholar useless. However, in this world, at least for Kong Wenjun who had the Righteousness Qi now, it was different.
For example, if Kong Wenjun were to use the Elementary Scholar realm's ability to talk about strategy on paper, it would be very powerful.
[Theoretic strategy: The war poems and war words written can turn words into reality and form a powerful force.]
It was to truly materialize the poems you wrote. It depended on how much strength you used according to your own strength.
……
In the afternoon.
Kong Wenjun, who was dressed in white, walked out of the mansion with a scholar's sword on his waist and a jade fan in his hand. As he walked on the street, he looked at the bustling traffic and nodded slightly. Although this world was completely different from the history of the ancient Qin State of the Celestial Dynasty, the cultural customs were similar. The current ruler of the Central Plains was an existence called the Xia Dynasty, which had a history of 800 years. However, in recent years, it seemed to be old and declining. Rebellion armies and thieves flocked everywhere in troubled times. However, Suzhou City did not have much of an impact.
The handsome and elegant Kong Wenjun attracted the attention of many women on the street. These young ladies secretly sized up Kong Wenjun, thinking shyly that if this young master and them…
"Hmm?" Kong Wenjun, who was smiling as he walked along the road, frowned slightly. He focused his gaze and looked ahead. A Taoist priest was leading a group of people across the street, beating gongs and drums. Behind him was a coffin, and his followers were constantly sprinkling paper money and ghost coins.
Seeing this, Kong Wenjun shook his head and retreated to the side to avoid the undead's path home. However…
"Gui Mei?" Kong Wenjun narrowed his eyes and waved the folding fan in his hand. He saw a few short and ugly little ghosts giggling on the coffin, even casting spells to disturb everyone's clarity.
As Kong Wenjun sized them up, the little ghosts noticed something. They turned around and were slightly surprised to find that someone could see them. However, when they saw that it was just a scholar, they smiled indifferently and bared their teeth at Kong Wenjun.
Kong Wenjun narrowed his eyes and slowly waved the folding fan in his hand. In the next moment, his eyes widened and he shouted,"Zi Buyu has strange powers and chaotic gods. How dare you show up in broad daylight and cause trouble?”
Rumble!
A roar that sounded like thunder from the nine heavens swept out in circles of sound waves. In an instant, it knocked out a few little ghosts. It almost caused these little ghosts with insufficient cultivation to dissipate into the world.
"Not good, it's a cultivator who's too stubborn. Retreat!”One of the little ghosts exclaimed and immediately prepared to escape.
However…
"The Master said," If friends come from afar, won't they be happy to call out? Stay." Kong Wenjun calmly looked at the little ghosts who were about to escape. He gently waved the folding fan in his hand, and a vast and mighty Righteous Qi swept out like an avalanche. It penetrated the crowd and blasted the few little ghosts into pieces, completely dissipating their souls.
All of this did not affect anyone. In the eyes of outsiders, Kong Wenjun was still standing gracefully at the side and watching things. Moreover, the Righteousness Qi did not hurt anyone because…he was fighting a ghost. He had no enmity with others, so he naturally would not hurt the innocent.
"Sir, are you doing this? Wasn't that too ruthless? After all, these little brats didn't do anything outrageous.”
However, at this moment, Kong Wenjun heard a voice. It was a middle-aged Daoist priest behind him who spoke in a low voice.
"Humans and ghosts are on the same path, so I naturally won't belittle myself. However, since they dare to disturb the Yang World in broad daylight, these little ghosts will definitely become a great disaster if they stay.”Kong Wenjun lightly smiled as he waved his folding fan. He didn't even turn his head as he spoke. This was his personality, decisive and decisive! Even if it was a human, he could kill them decisively, let alone a ghost!
The middle-aged Taoist priest was slightly stunned, but he immediately understood. He smiled and bowed."Young Master is right, I am confused.”
"Hehe. I'm not sure. You are?" Kong Wenjun finally turned his head and asked with a smile while sizing up the middle-aged Taoist priest.
The Daoist priest was dressed in a gray Daoist robe, carrying a pale yellow sword case on his back, and holding a long sword in his hand.
"I am Yan Chixia. May I ask your name?”Yan Chixia cupped his fists and smiled.
Kong Wenjun narrowed his eyes, but they were shining brightly. How was this possible? Yan Chixia? A Chinese Ghost Story?
Although his heart was in turmoil, he still smiled and said,"I am Kong Wenjun."
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