Great Wei scholar

"Peerless poetry?"

"This kid is extraordinary."

"And it seems that this poem is more suitable for beginners, and can lay a solid foundation."

"No wonder he doesn't want my poems, it seems that he is prepared."

"Indeed, this poem is better than mine."

The handsome man realized what it was almost instantly. He lost his memory, but some things were innately known.

When he saw Xu Qingxiao's poems were peerless, he couldn't help showing shock, and compared the poems he wrote.

In Wenchi.

The poems engraved by Xu Qingxiao are righteous songs.

This is a peerless poem, engraved in the body, it has great benefits.

As the ancient characters appeared one by one, they were imprinted on Xu Qingxiao's back. These characters contained talent, as well as Tao and reason.

"The philosopher's day is long gone."

"The punishment is in the past."

"Wind eaves exhibition book reading."

"The ancient road illuminates the color."

The song of righteousness, the full text is more than 300 words, all the talents in the pool are exhausted, and it is used just right.

And with this poem engraved.

In an instant, Wen Gong was still.

But the Wenchi where Xu Qingxiao sits cross-legged is constantly expanding.

six feet.

One zhang.

Three feet.

Six feet.

Jiuzhang.

Twelve feet.

Eighteen feet.

24 feet.

36 feet.

Fully expanded to 36 feet, Wenchi finally stopped expanding.

Just bigger variables appear.

Wisps of purple righteousness poured into the pool.

Purple is the extreme color, this is the highest quality of righteousness, every strand is better than Xu Qingxiao's previous pool of righteousness.

"It's impossible! The awe-inspiring righteousness of purple."

"There has never been a relationship between ancient and modern times."

The handsome man couldn't hold back anymore.

Some memories were imprinted in his soul, and he instantly understood how terrifying this purple awe-inspiring righteousness was.

"Wenchi is 36 feet long, as many as heavenly gangs, worthy of a Confucian sage."

"The person who owns Wen Palace, it seems that he is really extraordinary."

The handsome man muttered to himself.

The Wenchi in this Wen Palace is Xu Qingxiao's Wenchi, and it is precisely because of this Wenchi that he was able to recover.

As for normal Confucian students, just entering the tenth rank, the Wenchi is three feet, and it was three feet before Xu Qingxiao.

But now Xu Qingxiao's Wenchi is a full 36 feet, not only big but also in line with the number of Tiangang's 36.

This is a symbol, which means that it is very likely to step into the realm of Confucian saints in the future.

And it can also give birth to Confucianism and Taoism.

At this moment, the handsome man suddenly thought of something, and he immediately spoke.

"The Wenchi is more than ten feet long, and it can condense literary artifacts."

"Brother Xu, hurry up and imagine a kind of utensil, which can be used to create your Confucian and Taoist writing utensils, which will be of great use."

The handsome man thought of something, and he immediately called out to remind Xu Qingxiao, lest he miss it.

with the sound.

Xu Qingxiao was suddenly a little confused.

What?

Fantasy artifact?

What utensils are you fantasizing about?

Can you tell me sooner.

Where can I think of it now.

Xu Qingxiao was a little confused.

How does he know what to fantasize about?

"Don't think about it, hurry up, don't delay, if you miss the Qi gathering stage, you can only wait for the next time."

"Brushes, inks, papers and inkstones are all fine, as long as they have something to do with Confucianism and Taoism, feel free to think about it."

The handsome man's voice sounded.

Tell Xu Qingxiao to come up with something quickly, and don't delay it. Once delayed, it is tantamount to losing an opportunity.

"Paper, ink and pen."

Xu Qingxiao closed her eyes, and a brush suddenly appeared in her mind. The whole body of the brush was emerald green.

But suddenly, Xu Qingxiao had a flash of inspiration.

At present, the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and plants appear on the body of the emerald green brush.

Which one is better at pinching face technology?

What Xu Qingxiao is best at is pinching his face. Although he is now pinching a pen, it has almost the same meaning.

The pen is 24 centimeters long and four centimeters wide. It is made of emerald green jade, with the sun, moon and stars, mountains and rivers, vegetation, a phoenix wrapped around the pen tip and a dragon at the pen tip.

Don't mention it, it's a bit rusty to bring a dragon and a phoenix, but it can't stand to be cool.

The dragon and the phoenix have been added, so it's not too much to add a little glow, right?

and many more!

Add some poetry.

Xu Qingxiao suddenly regained his energy, and now he tried to engrave the poems to see.

What kind of poems are engraved?

The pen is only so long, you can’t write too much, it’s not beautiful if you write too much.

A sentence or two is fine.

Thinking of this, Xu Qingxiao had another flash of inspiration.

So much inspiration today.

【Tian Xingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement】

That's right, that's the sentence, the opening remarks of the Book of Changes.

It is also in line with Confucianism and Taoism.

And as the words are imprinted on the writing brush, a great air of awe-inspiring condenses.

In an instant, Wen Gong trembled again.

In Wen Palace.

The handsome man showed disbelief again.

"Holy Artifact!"

"Good guy, is this guy the reincarnation of Wen Sheng?"

The handsome man really didn't know what to say.

He stood there, pensive for a while, but unfortunately he had no other memories.

It feels powerful, but it's still an instinctive reaction.

In the end, an emerald green writing brush appeared in front of Xu Qingxiao.

Xu Qingxiao woke up slowly and opened her eyes.

But in an instant, Xu Qingxiao frowned.

"Who changed my writing instruments?"

Looking at the writing in front of her, Xu Qingxiao became emotional.

This writing is completely different from what I imagined.

What about dragon and phoenix?

What about the sun, moon and stars chart?

Without the map of the sun, moon and stars, where is my map of mountains, rivers, grass and trees?

Even if there are none, why are the words I wrote by myself gone?

Xu Qingxiao frowned, sitting in Wenchi thinking.

At the same time, the handsome man's voice sounded.

"This is your nascent artifact. It is different from what you imagined. You need to continuously improve the level of Confucianism and Taoism, so that the artifact will change accordingly."

As the other party's voice sounded.

Only then did Xu Qingxiao understand.

"Brother Xu, don't move yet, feel the great righteousness in your body. The Wenchi is 36 feet, which is in line with the number of heavenly gangs. It may be able to give birth to Confucianism and Taoism. Give it a try."

The handsome man spoke.

Xu Qingxiao stopped joking, and immediately sensed the righteousness in her body.

really.

The awe-inspiring righteousness in the body formed an ancient character.

【Word】

The corresponding information also appears at the same time.

After a while, Xu Qingxiao understood what kind of innate supernatural power this was.

This word means speech.

My own words have a miraculous effect of blessing the righteousness.

As for the specific effect, I don't know.

Wait until later to dig slowly.

With a wave of his hand, the emerald green writing turned into righteousness and disappeared.

Seeing Wenchi, which was 36 feet wide and about two feet high, Xu Qingxiao climbed up with some difficulty.

"Thank you senior."