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The remaining Confucian sages also have many legendary figures.

This is where the Confucian sages slept.

Their spiritual position has rested here.

Every day, Confucian monks will worship Confucian sages who have passed away.

and so.

This place, daily incense is constant.

This may be the so-called "fire inheritance".

"Nine volumes of great ancient Confucian poems, please come out, there will be new poems in the ancient bronze book!"

Zhu Fuzi said reverently.

"Buzz!"

After Zhu Fuzi's words fell, an ancient bronze book appeared out of thin air.

This ancient bronze book should be nine volumes of ancient Confucian poetry.

This guy didn't know where he was hiding before, and even Lin Feng had never found it.

"Well ..., how many years have there been no poems worth recording in the ancient bronze book? I don't even remember it a little bit!"

Suddenly, a voice came from the ancient bronze book.

Lin Feng knew that the master of this voice should be the deity of the nine volumes of ancient Confucian poetry.

"The poems of this time can definitely be included in the nine volumes of ancient Confucian poetry!" Zhu Fuzi said confidently.

The gods of the nine volumes of ancient Confucian poems said in surprise, "Are you so confident?"

Zhu Fuzi nodded and said, "Of course, this ancient poem is a quatrain!"

"Is it an ancient poem written by this young man by your side?".

The deities of the nine volumes of ancient Confucian poetry continued to ask.

"Yes! It is his ancient poem! Although this young friend is young, his literary accomplishment is extremely high!"

Zhu Fuzi praised Lin Feng.

"This little friend does not seem to be our disciples of Confucianism!" Said the deity of the nine volumes of ancient Confucian poetry.

Zhu Fuzi nodded and said, "It is indeed not our Confucian disciples!"

The deity of the nine volumes of ancient Confucian poems said with emotion, "For many years, many monks who have the gift of reading are not our Confucian people. It is a pity!"

This is where Zhu Fuzi is quite helpless.

But everyone has their own ambitions.

Some things cannot be forced.

This principle, whether it is the deities of the nine volumes of ancient Confucian poems or Zhu Fuzi, is clear.

The deity of the nine volumes of ancient Confucian poetry said, "Then start the ritual and try to see if this story can really be recorded in the ancient bronze book!"

"it is good".

Zhu Fuzi nodded.

Immediately, a piece of silk, ink, ink and ink table were taken out and placed on the table next to it.

Zhu Fuzi looked at Lin Feng and said, "Xiaoyou, come and write your poem on Jinbo!"

Lin Feng nodded and came to the table case, and then picked up the brush.

Then began to write the ancient poems made before.

Mountain Garden Xiaomei

Zhong Fang shook Yan Yan alone, and filled the style to the small garden.

The sparse shadow is shallow and the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats on the moon and dusk.

The frost bird first steals the eyes, and the white butterfly is like knowing and breaking the soul.

Fortunately, there is a little Yin Yin, and there is no need for a total of gold statues.

...

After writing this ancient poem.

Suddenly.

The smallpox falls and the golden lotus rushes to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Fuzi couldn't help being overjoyed.

With such a vision, the poems written by Lin Feng today can be successfully included in the nine volumes of ancient Confucian poetry.

Even the deities of the nine volumes of ancient Confucian poems were slightly surprised.

because.

Since these long years.

It is not unusual for an ancient poem to cause such changes.

This happens only occasionally.

Whenever such a situation occurs, it shows that there must have been a poem that shocked the world.

...

"Burn the Jinbo and sacrifice it to the nine volumes of ancient Confucian poetry! Success and failure, you will soon know!"

Zhu Fuzi said.

In fact, Lin Feng knew that this kind of sacrifice was not intended to be recognized by the gods of the nine volumes of ancient Confucian poetry.

It is to get the spiritual approval of the Confucian sages and poems branded on the nine volumes of ancient Confucian poetry.

Only when they approve the poems made by future generations can they be recorded in the nine volumes of ancient Confucian poetry.

As for the deities of the nine volumes of ancient Confucian poems, it is impossible to choose which poems can be entered and which poems cannot be entered.

Lin Feng lit the Jinbo with his poems by Yi Yan.

Then placed Jinbo in the sacrificial pot in front of him.

After Jinbo burned to ashes.

Large gold characters flew out of the Jinbo.

Those big gold characters.

Just formed a poem.

then.

Those golden characters all flew towards the nine volumes of ancient Confucian poetry.

The nine volumes of ancient Confucian poems seem to have a sense, and even a wave of violent fluctuations came out.

After feeling the fluctuations of the nine volumes of ancient Confucian poetry.

Lin Feng was slightly pleased. The nine volumes of ancient Confucian poetry oscillated with such fluctuations. Does it mean that the nine volumes of ancient Confucian poetry recognized this poem he made?

If so, Lin Feng is naturally very happy.

because.

Once his poems are included in the nine volumes of ancient Confucian poems, it may be able to resonate with the sages, and then the sages will land on Fuze.

In the end those golden texts were integrated into the ancient bronze books.

"Kong Yuecheng Ren!"

"Meng Yue takes meaning!"

"The Daoist helps a lot, the Daoist does not help!"

"Stop one hundred schools and respect Confucianism alone!"

...

At this moment.

One figure after another emerged.

Every figure emerged.

That figure will recite a famous sentence.

That is the academic thought of Confucianism.

Every kind of academic thought contains the heaven and earth avenue, human and nature, and the courtesy.

Then Lin Feng saw a scene that shocked him very much. In the void, a figure was condensing.

That figure.

It looked exactly like him.

Just listen to this figure chanting the ancient poem that Lin Feng just wrote.

Zhong Fang shook Yan Yan alone, and filled the style to the small garden.

The sparse shadow is shallow and the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats on the moon and dusk.

The frost bird first steals the eyes, and the white butterfly is like knowing and breaking the soul.

Fortunately, there is a little Yin Yin, and there is no need for a total of gold statues.

When this ancient poem was recited, a sacred light came.

Cover him in.

That figure was transformed by Lin Feng's will.

now.

Lin Feng's will is being integrated into the nine volumes of ancient Confucian poetry.

The nine volumes of ancient Confucian poems were all Confucian sages, such as Confucian saints.

That was all poetry, such as Li Taixuan and Du Zimei.

And now.

Lin Feng's willpower.

It should also be integrated into it.

With these legendary level characters.

Together they became the brand of nine volumes of ancient Confucian poetry.

Admired by Confucian monks and Confucian students in the world.

Think about it.

It makes people feel very excited.

In the end, the imprint of Lin Feng's will appeared with those Confucianists, and everyone with those poems.

then.

Became one of them.

at the same time.

That one Confucian sage, poetry, everyone looked at Lin Feng.

They seemed to smile.

I saw the majestic sea-like vitality, descending from the sky, rushing towards Lin Feng's body.

After feeling those awe-inspiring spirits, Lin Feng suddenly felt that his realm seemed to be moving.