This was the first time he had seen such an absurd thing.

However, the big one is yet to come.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Wei Xian felt the ground beneath his feet vibrate slightly, as if the entire mountain behind him had tilted.

The little animals in the woods chirped and jumped around in panic.

at this time,

Click——

It sounded like something cracking.

Wei Xian was startled, and looking in the direction of the sound, he saw a tiny crack on the inscription on the right hand side.

Moreover, like an infectious disease, more and more monuments are cracked.

This is so meow…

“Mr. Siwei, please put away your magical powers!”

Wei Xian almost shouted out loud.

Waves of clear air were seen rising from the inscriptions and rushing into the sky. Purple air emerged from Li Qingcha’s head and combined with the clear air to cover the entire back mountain.

The nine-petal lotus on Li Qingcha’s forehead bloomed again, and the layering became more distinct.

Then came the sound of thousands of monuments.

Click——

Click——

Click——

Rubble crumbled from the monuments.

Wei Xian looked at it carefully and breathed a sigh of relief.

It was discovered that the inscriptions on the steles were not broken or turned into powder, but had simply become “slimmed down” and smaller in size. However, the surfaces of the steles were as smooth as new, and the inscriptions on them also seemed brand new, shining brightly in the sun.

Chapter 630 The world is full of peaches and plums

“…”

“…”

“…”

In the silence, a cold wind blew slowly, blowing across the inscription stele on the back mountain, turning the broken stones that had fallen off the stele into powder.

A little elk came running and circled around the stele in front of it, seemingly out of curiosity.

Wei Xian licked his lips.

What happened just now was something I had never experienced before, and it was not mentioned in the classics.

I guess storytellers wouldn’t dare to make up stories like this?

Li Qingcha put away the ink sword and felt his mind become clear, as if a bright lamp had been lit to dispel all the fog.

This is exactly the characteristic of Confucianism’s great moral integrity.

She subconsciously looked at her own monument.

All I saw was the pure air of Confucianism and the purple air of Taoism, rolling and merging, benefiting from the heaven and earth.

Li Qingcha: “…”

Does this count as helping yourself improve your skills?

Wouldn’t that be a perpetual motion machine?

Emmm…

It’s impossible even if you think about it.

She cleared her mind of this absurd thought and asked Wei Xian beside her, “Shanzhang, what happened just now?”

Wei Xian: ￣□￣｜｜

“Mr. Siwei asked me?”

The implication was that Li Qingcha asked him who he should ask.

When a crack appeared on a stele, Wei Xian’s first reaction was that something had gone wrong, and the Confucian fortunes of the great scholars in the back mountain were shaken.

but now……

He took a deep breath and felt the fresh air rushing into his body, filling his heart and lungs.

Well, it feels really good.

Wei Xian took a half step toward the nearest stone tablet and slowly recited the verses on it: “If one is not sincere in learning, one’s learning will be mixed; if one is not sincere in handling affairs, one will fail; if one is not honest in planning, one will deceive his heart and abandon himself; if one is not honest with others, one will lose virtue and increase resentment.”

These words explain the word “sincerity” very thoroughly.

Wei Xian shook his head.

“There is no one of the best in the world, and it is unexpected that someone can shake the inscription of Mr. Yichuan. It is really hard to predict.”

He turned around and looked directly at Li Qingcha.

“The ink sword that Mr. Siwei used just now was the sword technique he comprehended after absorbing the energy from the Confucian Saint’s stele and integrating it with the Taoist energy?”

Li Qingcha nodded.

“Yes.”

“I didn’t expect it to be like this. Confucian high-level cultivators are not good at killing enemies. When fighting, their skills mostly use effects such as restriction and coercion. After combining with the Taoist sword control technique, they can be so fierce. I can feel that those ink swords are extremely sharp and condensed by Qi. As long as they are controlled, they can be transformed between reality and illusion at will. Even I could only be exhausted when I first saw it. What a pity…”

“What’s the pity, Headmaster?”

Li Qingcha couldn’t help but feel curious as to why Wei Xian’s attitude suddenly took a turn for the worse.

Wei Xian sighed,

“It’s a pity that Mr. Siwei is not a Confucian scholar.”

Li Qingcha: ???

“Isn’t this topic jumping too quickly?”

“I have a reason for saying this. Mr. Siwei, you have been favored by the Confucian Sage and have absorbed the energy from the Confucian Sage’s inscriptions, which shows that you are in the same lineage as Confucianism. If you study and absorb the noble energy, your progress will be rapid. It’s a pity that you have chosen the martial arts path and practiced based on your physical strength, so you cannot bring the energy of Taoism and Confucianism to its full potential.”

“This……”

Li Qingcha didn’t know what to say.

Wei Xian obviously didn’t know that she had already broken through to the third level, and with her abundant Qi, powerful skills, and advanced state of mind, it was no problem for her to fight against enemies across borders.

Moreover, Wei Xian didn’t know that Li Qingcha was a cultivator from the Demon Sect and was favored by the Demon Sect’s founder.

But Li Qingcha decided not to say anything.

If you say too much, it will seem like you are showing off.

(Lol)

Seeing Li Qingcha’s silence, Wei Xian sighed with deep sorrow, “If Mr. Siwei was a Confucian scholar, he should have been able to reach the fourth rank by now, and summoning twenty ink swords would not be a problem.”

He looked very sorry.

Li Qingcha coughed lightly and changed the subject.

“Shanzhang, let’s talk about what happened just now. What is your judgment?”

Wei Xian pondered,

a long time,

“As the saying goes, ‘If jade is not polished, it cannot become a useful object; if people do not learn, they cannot know anything.’ The Confucian sage ascended to heaven in one step and became the teacher of all ages. It can be said that all Confucian disciples, including those great scholars who erected the monument here, no matter what their final achievements were, had to be polished by the Confucian sage.”

“Do you think that what just happened was the carving process?”

“I thought so.”

The three of them looked around.

Bailu Academy has gone through many ups and downs, and the inscriptions on the back mountain have also been weathered by frost and snow, and are old and mottled, but now they are as new as ever.

A hint of helplessness flashed across Wei Xian’s eyes.

It’s a pity that I haven’t had the opportunity to write a letter on the monument yet, otherwise, after the baptism just now, both my cultivation and knowledge would have made a qualitative leap.

He said to Li Qingcha: “I am fortunate to have witnessed Mr. Siwei’s ink-splashing sword technique, which will enlighten everyone.”

Li Qingcha felt a little embarrassed.

“Please stop saying such things, Headmaster. Um… let’s go down the mountain.”

The three of them left the back mountain together.

On the way, the topic returned to the contaminated half of the stele.

Wei Xian originally thought that Li Qingcha didn’t need to worry about it, but after experiencing the incident of the thousand monuments ringing, his thoughts changed.

the reason is simple,

Li Qingcha’s Confucian spirit was extremely strong, so it was easy for him to firmly establish the inscription without wasting much energy.

Since the cost is almost zero, why not give it a try?

Li Qingcha fell into deep thought, thinking about the New Year’s Eve literary gathering hosted by the Second Prince.

How to balance opportunities and risks…

As the three of them were chatting, they came down the mountain and were instantly surrounded by noise, as if all the classrooms in the academy were in chaos.

Wei Xian looked unhappy.

“Are these bastards trying to tear down the house?”

He snorted and walked quickly to the nearby classroom.

The words of the students rushed into my ears.

“What happened just now?”

“I don’t know. Um… never mind what happened. Did you feel a clear air swirling around just now? I can memorize things with half the effort. I can remember everything after reading it once.”

“It’s such a waste of time to memorize books. I just caught a flash of inspiration and wrote an essay. It was like I was inspired by God. If I can perform at this level in the palace examination, I will definitely get top three places.”

“(ˉ▽￣～) Tsk~~ With your level, you’re still in the top three? Coincidentally, I just wrote an article, let’s compare it and see?”

“Okay! Let’s compete. Who’s afraid of who?!”

……

The students were in groups of three or four, and their conversations were all about this.

Li Qingcha: “…”

Gong Lianxue: “…”

Wei Xian: “…”

The three of them looked at each other.

Li Qingcha asked Wei Xian in a low voice: “Shanzhang, did you have a similar feeling just now?”

Wei Xian was depressed.

“No.”

“Well, come to think of it, the headmaster is a second-rank official after all. The pure energy just now may be useful to them, but not necessarily to the headmaster.”

“…”

Wei Xian’s expression of wanting to cry but not having tears,

He hoped it would be useful.

As the two of them were talking, the tone of discussion in the classroom changed again.

“By the way, could it be Mr. Siwei?”