Martial Arts: Opening Awakening

Chapter 276

"I'm old and poor, I'll talk about poetry later..."

The old monk rushed to remind people in a low voice.

When the visitors saw the old monk's solemn expression, they knew that something important must happen, so they silenced.

Just looking in through the gap in the door.

Martial arts have reached the realm of Jiangnan, and the hand speed is extremely fast.

In just a short time, a hundreds of words "Great King Kong Power" has been silently written.

Seeing Jiangnan put down his pen, the old monk couldn't wait to rush over to pick up the paper.

After reading it at a glance, I couldn't help but brow with joy: "Wonderful! Wonderful! It really is the lost "Great King Kong Power" from my Great Chan Temple."

After the old monk sighed, he realized that the person who was outside the door also followed in.

Immediately and subconsciously, he folded up the paper and stuffed it into his arms.

The man curled his lips in dissatisfaction: "Old monk, you are judging the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain!"

The old monk wasn't embarrassed either, he chuckled: "It's about the inheritance of the Bi Temple, so the poor monk can't be careless."

"Hehe, then congratulations!"

The man chuckled, then ignored the old monk, and cupped his hands at Jiangnan who was finishing his pen and ink:
"Xiao Mister, could you please inscribe the little poem just now on my painting?"

Jiang Nan looked up and found that he was a hale and hearty old man in a long gown.

Looking at his face, it was somewhat similar to the goat's beard who beat him half to death on Xiatian Peak.

However, Jiang Nan also found that although the two looked similar, their temperaments were completely different.

That goat beard looked like a peerless tycoon who was good at calculating, while this old man was elegant with a bit of bohemian vicissitudes of life.

Jiang Nan knew that this was probably a reclusive expert who had seen all the prosperity in the world.

Immediately nodded and said: "There is nothing you can do."

He unfolded the scroll that was folded aside, and carefully copied down the short poem of only twenty characters in the blank space.

After copying, I was about to put down my pen.

The old man leaned over slightly, stretched out his hand and pointed to the end of the poem: "Please also ask Mr. Xiao to sign it."

Jiang Nan had no choice but to write down the word "Jiangnan" cheekily.

"So you are Jiangnan!"

The old man clapped his hands happily.

"Oh? Old and poor, have you heard the name of my grandson?" asked the old monk beside him in surprise.

"Your grandson?" The old man asked in surprise.

"His master Xingdian is my nephew, isn't he my disciple and grandson?" The old monk replied proudly.

"Oh."

Hearing this, the old man couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

"You poor old man, you haven't answered my question yet." The old monk asked.

"Heh, this little friend Jiang is very talented. It's really... really... alas!" the old man sighed.

Although he didn't say it clearly, the meaning in the words was to humiliate talents.

When the old monk heard this, he was immediately unhappy.

He retorted: "My grandson is a martial arts genius, and the poor monk naturally knows it. However, my great Zen temple is a holy place for martial arts, and there are countless magical skills and secret methods. How can I humiliate talents?"

"What is martial arts?" The old man smiled disdainfully: "Wen is talking about literary talents."

"This little friend Jiang has a peerless literary talent. He is the most talented young man Wen has ever seen in his life. If he abandons martial arts and cultivates literature, among other things, he will definitely become a famous poet through the ages."

As the old man spoke, he couldn't help but read a few poems with the theme of "Jiangnan" copied by Jiangnan.

The old monk chanted scriptures and practiced Buddhism, and he was also proficient in arts and sciences.

It is natural to hear that these are classic masterpieces that can be passed down through the ages.

For a moment, the eyes looking at Jiangnan couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Originally, the old monk only thought that Jiang Nan was a rare martial arts genius, and he wanted to persuade him to be ordained and become a formal disciple of the Great Zen Temple.
"Predecessor's praise! The article is made by nature, I'm just lucky, and I got it by chance." Jiang Nan was embarrassed by the old man's praise, and explained modestly.

"It's a good sentence, 'Articles are made naturally, and clever hands are occasionally obtained'!"

The old man applauded again.

Jiang Nan was speechless.

It can be seen that this old man should be an old bookworm. In his eyes, "literature" is the most important thing.

I had no choice but to change the subject: "I don't know your senior's name?"

"It's just a poor scholar. If you don't give up, you can call me Wuling Ye Lao." The old man waved his hand, obviously not wanting to mention his name.

The old monk on the side heard the words and couldn't help saying:

"Old and poor, what Wuling wild old man? Even if you are disheartened, you won't dare to reveal your name to others! Besides, my disciple and grandson are not outsiders."

After the old monk finished speaking, he turned his head and introduced to Jiangnan: "He, since you read poetry and books, you must have heard of it. The former head of the Confucianism sect, known as 'Mr. Haoran', is him."

When Jiangnan heard the words, he couldn't help being awed.

Mr. Haoran, the master of Confucianism sect, Wen Haoran's name, of course Jiangnan has heard of it.

And like thunder.

Although this world is respected by martial arts, the power of literati should not be underestimated.

In addition to the management of courts and localities, a large number of literati are needed. Confucianism, as the third largest religion alongside Buddhism and Taoism, also has its own unique method of practice.

In other words, not all scholars in this world are powerless.

Confucianism is a practice force composed of scholars in this world.

Among them, there are also many special exercises suitable for scholars to cultivate.

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Compared with martial artists who specialize in martial arts, for scholars who practice martial arts, it is only a part-time job.

Therefore, there are not as many scholars who have achieved success in cultivation and are powerful in martial arts.

Successful scholars in this world are generally divided into three grades, namely Confucian scholars, Confucian teachers, and great Confucians.

Corresponding to the lower, middle and upper realms of warriors.

Wen Haoran, the front master of the Confucianism sect, is one of the most famous Confucianists in the world, and his "magnificent righteousness" is the best in the world. It is said that 20 years ago, he has the strength to rival the great master Wu Zhe Ningshen.

"So it's Senior Wen!"

Jiangnan officially bowed his hands.

As the saying goes, things of a feather flock together and people are divided into groups.

It's no wonder that this old man can get along with the old monk who is the strongest of the masters of concentration, and he is really not an ordinary person.

"You don't need to be polite. My generation of scholars, we don't have so many red tapes to discuss friends with literature."

The old man waved his hand and asked Jiangnan to sit down at the coffee table. He couldn't wait to ask: "The only works that Wen Mou knows about are the ones just now. I don't know, little friend, but do you have other good works?"

It is impossible for a talented scholar of this level to only write about the theme of "Jiangnan".

Just like just now, if it wasn't for the right time, the old man would not know that there are masterpieces in the south of the Yangtze River, such as "The Heavy Snow Presses the Green Pine", which seem to be simple in writing but have a lofty artistic conception.

Therefore, he couldn't wait to appreciate Jiangnan's other works.

However, Jiang Nan didn't care about the kindness of the old man, and he couldn't bear the fact that so many excellent works memorized in the previous life were only rotten in his stomach.

At the moment, choose a suitable series to recite a few songs for the old man.

The old man was fascinated by the praise.

The old monk on the side was anxious to bring "The Divine Power of the Great Vajra" back to the Great Zen Temple.Although he was amazed by the poems Jiang Nan recited, he was not as elegant as the old man.

After a cup of tea, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and bid farewell to the two of them.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" The old man waved his hands angrily: "There are fake monks like you who only practice martial arts but not Buddhism, and we are swept away for no reason."

The old monk was not angry either.

He nodded at Jiangnan, then went out and walked away.

Compared with bringing "Great King Kong Power" back to the Great Chan Temple to make up the full version of "King Kong Is Not Bad", even bringing martial arts geniuses such as Xingdian and Jiangnan back to the Great Chan Temple is just a trivial matter, and we can talk about it later .

Jiang Nan stayed with this former head of Confucianism for a day and a night.

Seeing that all the classics memorized from previous lives were about to be consumed by this idiot, Jiang Nan had no choice but to excuse himself and leave.

Although the old man regretted it, he did not force him to stay.

This day and night of "reciting poems" was not completely fruitless for Jiangnan.

Before I knew it, I had formed a "friend of forgetting years" with the old man.

Seeing Jiangnan's physical strength, the old man must be good at boxing and kicking kung fu, so he reciprocated, and took the initiative to pass on a kung fu called "Sancai Palm" in Jiangnan.

The three talents correspond to "heaven, earth and man".

This "Sancai Palm" can be said to be the reflection of the old man's lifelong knowledge, and it contains the concept and spirit of the unity of heaven and earth and natural harmony.

It is no small matter.

In terms of level, it is far above "Riding the Wind and Breaking the Waves Palm" created by Jiangnan's cheap father Shangguan Changfeng.

At this level, it is not only about mastering the power of the palm, but more importantly, the concept of martial arts and the spirit of artistic conception.

When practicing the "Three Talents Palm", Jiang Nan could even vaguely feel that what he was practicing was not martial arts, but martial arts.What is improved is not only palm technique, but cognition.

If you get the treasure.

Of course, Jiangnan's harvest is more than that.

After forming a "forgetful friendship" with the old man, Jiang Nan naturally unceremoniously activated his supernatural powers on the old man.

As expected, what was stolen was the "Hao Ran Zheng Qi Jing", which was hailed as the number one classic of Confucianism.

This "Superior Righteousness Sutra" is so great and just, just a small achievement, it makes Jiangnan's whole person feel like he has been baptized by the holy light, and his whole spirit has been sublimated.

Jiang Nan sighed in his heart that it is not without reason that Confucianism can stand side by side with Buddhism and Taoism.

Saying goodbye to the old man, Jiang Nan didn't stay around the Great Chan Temple much.

It will take some time to harvest the rumored "Great King Kong Power".

Jiangnan planned to go to the south, find Xingdian, and ventilate first, so as to fulfill the lie he told the old monk.At the same time, seeing Ye Qingqing completely dispelled her uncle's desire to use her to get married.

What's more, the Sword Immortal Conference held once every 20 years is about to start.

Of the Taibai Sword Tokens looted by everyone, Jiang Nan had three of them.

Can not be wasted.

(End of this chapter)