The Family Is Too Invincible, Forcing The System To Be Blackened And Upgraded

As soon as you open it, you will be greeted by a sea of ​​literary energy, flowing endlessly.

The bright golden light fills the field of vision.

When I came back to my senses, I was already in a new world.

Chen Mu could clearly sense that this world was formed by a special energy and was unreal.

He is just a consciousness that was transported here, but his physical body is still in Qingyun Mansion.

Ink Mountain, Ink River, Ink Cloud, Ink Bird...

"Ink painting?"

Chen Mu looked around and raised the corners of his lips slightly, showing some interest.

Really full of artistic conception.

After passing the stone bridge, you can see a high mountain not far away. On the mountain, there is a pavilion.

In the pavilion, two people were sitting, playing Go.

Others stood nearby and watched quietly.

From time to time, he would praise, "Mr. Mo's move was brilliant!"

"Mr. Li's move also opened my eyes! I benefited a lot from it!"

Faced with Mr. Li's pressing step by step, Mr. Mo grabbed the black chess piece, and his hand that was about to fall hung in mid-air and stopped.

Turning his head and looking into the distance, "Oh! Has someone finally passed the literary test and come to this world of Wenyuan!"

"No matter what he does, just concentrate on playing chess." Mr. Li urged.

As great scholars, they are the examiners of Wenyuan's final test.

Looking back on the past, no one has been able to go to the top of Mount Mo to accept the test for thousands of years.

So in Mr. Li's view, the cultural spirit of the Southern Region has long been exhausted. Confucianism and Taoism? No longer exists!

Now, in those days of swordsmanship, swordsmanship, spearmanship..., utilitarianism is too important, who would still want to study? Gradually develop literary qualities?

He is always pessimistic.

"Take a look first before talking." Mr. Mo put the chess pieces back into the chess box.

He raised his hand and waved, and his white sleeves flew, leaving a trace of ink in the air.

Immediately, the ink mark turned into a mirror again, showing the scene under the mountain and Chen Mu's face.

"Oh! At such a young age, he can pass the test of literary talent and enter the world of Wenyuan!" Mr. Li was slightly moved, and he was a little more interested in Chen Mu.

You know, even as a great scholar now, he was nearly sixty years old when he first entered Wenyuan.

"This boy is indeed talented." Mr. Mo stroked his beard with admiration on his face.

"Don't rush to a conclusion yet. It won't be too late to praise him after he passes the test and successfully reaches the top." Mr. Li snorted.

He does not believe that today's cruel situation can be easily reversed by a genius.

Not to mention, it is not certain whether this person is a genius.

"On the top of the mountain, are there nine people in total?"

Under the cover of spiritual consciousness, the existence of Mr. Li, Mr. Mo and others had already been seen by Chen Mu.

From their conversation, Chen Mu could easily tell that Confucianism and Taoism seemed to have had quite glorious years.

However, with the rise of sword cultivators, spear cultivators, and sword cultivators, Confucianism and Taoism gradually weakened, even declined, and headed for destruction.

There are only a small number of people left who still stick to the Tao in their hearts.

Later, I learned from the system that the former Confucian and Taoist people were surrounded by talents and could kill enemies from thousands of miles away!

A literati's pen is no worse than a monk's sword. A literati's pen can also go into battle to kill enemies and stabilize the country!

"It's quite impressive."

It sounds interesting.

Stopping and closing the system panel, you can see a ball of ink exploding in front of your eyes, like a cloud of mist.

From among them, fierce ink wolves emerged, all of them grinning and looking very fierce.

"Is this the so-called...test?"

evaluate?

Just one word, weak.

He moved his strong limbs and ran wildly, leaving a trace of ink wherever he passed, which disappeared in an instant.

Seven or eight black wolves all headed towards Chen Mu and swooped towards him. Their pitch-black claws were much sharper than the Broken Blade!

boom! boom! boom……

However, before Chen Mu made a move, those ink wolves exploded one after another and turned into clouds of ink mist when they entered the range of three to four meters.

You can't even get close to him.

Chen Mu just walked forward, as if he was in a deserted place.

"This, how is this possible?"

"He didn't even move a finger. Why did Mo Lang disappear out of thin air?"

"Is it talent to protect the body?"

"Impossible! How talented do you have to be to kill Mo Lang instantly?"

"Then tell me, how did he do it?"

"This..." I was speechless.

"..." Mr. Mo and Mr. Li both had trouble keeping their faces calm, feeling a bit on pins and needles.

The surprise Chen Mu brought them was beyond imagination!

After that, Mo Hu, Mo Bing, Mo General... without exception, all of them could not even get close to Chen Mu, and they were all wiped out and killed instantly!

Very boring.

"Wen Qi! Definitely Wen Qi protecting the body! It's too strong!"

"With such literary talent, you must at least be a Jinshi!"

"At such a young age, I have already reached Jinshi. My future prospects are limitless!"

"Is Confucianism and Taoism finally recovering?"

The people present were extremely excited.

The fingers of Mr. Li and Mr. Mo were also clenched tightly.

Chen Mu has passed the previous test easily. The next step is to see whether he can climb this vast mountain of books!

Chen Mu came to the bottom of the steps and took one step up. As soon as he fell down, he felt an invisible pressure rushing through his body.

This pressure is so strong that an ordinary person would be shattered to pieces.

to him?

To say it was a mosquito bite would be too flattering.

Climb up step by step?

Chen Mu doesn't have the patience or interest.

Instantaneous!

"Holy crap! Thousands of steps at a time, this guy is so evil!"

Sensing the sharp look in Mr. Li's eyes, the man quickly covered his mouth with both hands, realizing that he had lost his composure.

He said in shame: "I'm sorry..."

"What is the origin of this kid? He actually looked at the Shushan test as if it didn't exist." Mr. Li was puzzled.

"From my perspective, he looks like a saint." Mr. Mo said with a smile.

"Becoming a saint? Are you saying that his future achievements will be higher than those of you and me?" Mr. Li asked again and again, unable to believe it.

"How different are you from him at this age?"

"How much more difficult was it for him compared with the Confucian and Taoist era you lived in?"

"..." Mr. Mo asked two questions in a row, leaving Mr. Li speechless.

Just imagine, if I were born in this era, I would probably have followed the trend, given up studying, devoted myself to Confucianism and Taoism, and become an ordinary practitioner.

Although there are many swordsmen, it also means greater opportunities.

This son is indeed rare!

"It seems that after so many years, the mantles of you and me have finally found an heir." Li Lao said with a smile.

"Yes." Mr. Mo nodded, it was hard to disagree.

"What! Mr. Li, and Mr. Mo actually want to grant him inheritance? This kind of thing is unprecedented!"

"You know, there was someone who just received the inheritance from Mr. Mo and became a great scholar in just ten years! He has the appearance of a great Confucian! It's a pity that he was born at the wrong time..."

"Saint! Are we finally going to witness the birth of a saint again?"

"What a blessing! What a blessing! If there is an afterlife, I really want to sworn sworn sworn friends with him and practice Confucianism and Taoism together!"

"Don't rush to conclusions yet. Whether he can pass the final test of poetry creation and successfully reach the top is still unknown."