Chapter 396 (1/2)
The morning just passed.
The sun is just right.
Chen xinglie stands in the middle of the high platform, standing on top of ten thousand people. The ornamental value of the umbrella cover on his head is far more than practical. In this period of rising sun, the umbrella cover can't block the slanting sunlight. It can only add a bit of grandeur to the world's most holy literature.
The shadow of the umbrella cover overlaps with Chen xinglie's shadow, extending to the end of the high platform, as if it was a boundless road of literature, which was trampled by Chen xinglie.
Wen Dao appeared.
In this world of martial arts, at present, the most mainstream and orthodox way of cultivation is still the practice of martial arts. And Wen Dao, like a light in the dark night, guides a direction for those who can't make achievements in the road of martial arts.
Even if the world thinks that this road has never been passed, it still rushes forward.
This is a step forward!
Before the appearance of the road of Wendao, the most noble thing in the world of martial arts was to cultivate martial arts.
Everything is inferior!
Only martial arts are high.
It was not until Chen xinglie showed the road of Wu Dao cultivation in the Chen mansion of Fenghua street that the world knew that there was a road of cultivation of Tao besides martial road.
And this road
It was created by Chen xinglie, the sage of literature and Taoism.
From now on, there will no longer be a saying that ”all things are inferior, only martial arts are high”, because there is a way to cultivate Taoism in addition to martial arts.
No one doubts the prestige of Wen Dao.
When many land immortals besieged Du Heiyan, a great swordsman of the barbarian nationality, Emperor Wenzong's Gongsun Xuanji also did so, and his literary and Taoist power was no less powerful than that of the land immortals such as the drunkard Taoist priest and the wind youyou.
This is enough to prove that Wen Dao is not weaker than Wu Dao.
Not to mention it.
Chen xinglie, the sage of literature and Taoism, is able to oppress heaven and earth with all his means. In Qingyun City, there are three thousand li of snow and wind, and thousands of miles of sword. When we come to the capital city of Dali, we suppress the demons and beauties, and scare the master of cangming hall to pee his pants and face, and cut his own sword to thank the world
These things have been spread in Beijing for a long time.
Those scholars in the capital have long regarded Chen xinglie as the most revered idol and supreme belief as the ”eternal God”.
The scholars' admiration for Chen xinglie has reached an unprecedented level, even to the extreme of madness. They went to the Imperial College before the opening ceremony of Wendao academy, and rushed into the Imperial College. They severely humiliated those students who had spoken in front of Chen xinglie at that time.
Because of this, the group of scholars standing under the platform today does not have any too students.
All the scholars feel that those too students who have no distinction between right and wrong are not qualified to study in the College of literature and Taoism, and they are not qualified to take part in the practice of literature and Taoism. If they are allowed to enter the path of literary and Taoist cultivation, it will only tarnish the supreme road of literary and Taoist cultivation.
There are not only ordinary students from the capital, but also people from all the prefectures and counties of the imperial dynasty who came to the capital for the examination. Just two days ago, the big test has passed, some people have won the top of the list, others have fallen behind. However, no matter whether the new number one scholar in the golden list, the number one in the list of flowers, or the top three scholars, the posture of standing under the stage is no different from that of those scholars who have failed.
In their eyes, besides admiration and worship, they can see no other emotions.
Silence!
If there was no wind in the morning, the leaves would make a slight rustle. I'm afraid it would make people feel that the picture in the square of Wendao college has been fixed and it is a painting
In such an atmosphere, Chen xinglie scanned the people around him, and then slowly drew back his eyes. His eyes fell on the group of students below and began to organize language.
What should be said?