Chapter 897 – One Premise, Two Conditions

In front of the Sub-Sacred Hall, Zhao Shou straightened his clothes and crown, and under the watchful eyes of Yang Gong Zhang Shen Li Mu Bai Chen Tai, the three great Confucian scholars, he pushed open the hollowed out vermilion door of the hall and entered the hall.

Clunk!

The door to the temple closed gently, blocking the view.

Sunlight shone through the lattice windows, dusty surpluses floated in the beams of light, and above the pedestal stood a sculpture wearing a Confucian crown and robes, with one hand behind his back and one hand in the small of his back.

At the feet of the sculpture stands a white moose.

This is Yasha’s wife.

Zhao Shou looked at the statue without a word, his eyes reflecting the sunlight as he remained in the same position for a long time without moving.

Zhao Shou was born in the 19th year of Zhengde, from a poor background, at the age of ten years old into the cloud deer school, the teacher is cold Luji.

That unkempt old Confucian living in a hut for many years, in the early years do not know because of what happened, limp a leg, depressed, good drinking, drunkenly write some satirical court, insulting the emperor’s poems.

If he hadn’t been sheltered by Yunlu Academy, the poems he wrote would have been enough to chop off his head a hundred times.

On weekdays, Zhao Shou is very strict and teaches quite dutifully, but once he gets drunk, he goes crazy and yells:

What kind of book is it? You’ll never get anywhere in life. It’s better to get drunk and sleep with a flower girl in a green house.

The young Zhao Shou then said in a terse voice:

It costs thirty taels to sleep with a flower girl once. If you don’t study, where will you get the silver to sleep.

Cold Lodge Jushi was furious at the words, “How dare you know the market?

A slap on the wrist!

Zhao Shou said unconvincingly: the teacher does not also know the market.

Another round of boards!

Later, the old Confucian scholar got drunk and fell into a pool of water and drowned in a cold winter, ending his life of poverty.

At the funeral, Zhao Shou learns about his teacher’s past from his mentor’s closest friends.

Cold Lodge Jushi young is the wind strong talent, because of the cloud deer academy origin, was chaste emperor disliked, the temple examination was brushed down.

He continued to take the test and continued to be brushed off.

Three years and three years.

From a young talent, boiled into the sideburns frosty old Confucian, have not sought an official half position.

When he couldn’t stand it anymore, he angrily broke into the palace and angrily rebuked Emperor Jeanne d’Arc; that leg was broken at that time, and if the previous dean hadn’t stepped in to shelter him, he would have been beheaded long ago.

This is the status quo that has always existed in Yunlu Academy.

Occasionally, a small number of people were able to secure a position, but most of them were unused and sent off to the nooks and crannies.

More people don’t even have an official position, study for half a lifetime, and remain a man of the cloth.

The young Zhao Shou did not say anything at that time, but many years later, the new dean gave himself a grand wish to set up a life, he wants to let the readers of Yunlu Academy return to the temple, to lead it back to a thousand years of prosperity.

“Two hundred years ago, in the dispute over the state capital, the academy and the imperial family were at war, and Cheng took the opportunity to turn his back on the academy and create the State Scholarship, blocking the academy’s students from the temple. Two hundred years have passed in a hurry, and today, disciple Zhao Shou, welcomes Yashang back to the temple.”

I’m sorry for the long bow.

The Sub-Saint sculpture rushed up with a clear light that went straight into the clouds, and the entire Qing Yun Mountain shook at this moment, like a mountain tumbling.

But the scholars and gentlemen in the academy were not half alarmed, instead they trembled with excitement and wept with joy.

After two hundred years, the Cloud Deer Academy would finally produce a Second Grade Great Scholar.

It is not the kind of great Confucianism that the world calls a great Confucian, it is the second grade in the Confucian system – a great Confucian!

The clear light rushed into the clouds, tumbling in layers, forming a huge vortex of clear qi high up in the sky, and it was clearly visible dozens of miles away from Qing Yun Mountain.

As if to tell the world.

Immediately afterward, these clear qi proceeded to slowly sink down, falling back into the Sub-Sacred Temple and entering Zhao Shou’s body.

Zhao Shou’s eyes ejected a piercing clear light, his physical body was bathed in the clear light, this was the Hao Ran Zheng Qi cleansing his essence, both enhancing the power of his words to follow the spells as well as increasing the tolerance of the spell’s backlash.

He carefully felt the changes in his body and comprehended the power of the second grade.

This is divided into two main aspects, on the one hand, the power of the word has been greatly enhanced, and the modified rules will continue for a long time.

For example, read the sentence, “Not a blade of grass grows in this place.

The grass and trees in the area wither and last for months, if not longer, unlike before, when the effect of the word was only fleeting.

In addition, and also the most important point, the second grade great Confucian can dial up the qi to a certain extent, it can be gathered or destroyed, this operation is not as subtle as a warlock, but Zhao Shou already has the ability to influence the rise and fall of a dynasty.

Of course, this requires a great price to pay, as in the case of the great scholar Qian Zhong at the end of the Great Zhou, who sacrificed himself and crashed the last qi of the Great Zhou.

There was a flash of clear light in the Sub-Sacred Hall, and the four Yang Gongs entered the hall, their faces full of joy.

“Dean, might help the carving knife unseal?”

Zhang Shen asked.

“One try and you’ll see.”

Zhao Shou spread out his palm, clear light rose, and the carving knife appeared in his hand.

Immediately after that, the Yasheng Confucian Crown was also put on top of his head.

Zhao Shou gazed at the carving knife and murmured:

“Break the seal!”

Suddenly, he clenched his palm.

At once, a clear light shot out from his palm, and it was as if he was holding not a carving knife but a large light bulb.

The Confucian crown on top of his head likewise bloomed with piercing clear light, which rushed along his arm and surged as in a carving knife.

The sculpture of the Sub-Saint shimmered with clear light that shone on the carving knife.

The buzzing …… carving knife chirped and trembled, vibrating violently in Zhao Shou s palm, and even his arm and body trembled.

Bang!

The clear light on the carving knife exploded violently, setting off a fierce wind in the hall, blowing out the candles and shaking the doors and windows.

Zhao Shou had a hard time holding the carving knife any longer and didn’t want to hold it, letting go of his hand and letting it float up in the air, circling and wandering in the temple.

“Finally I can talk, Confucian Sage, this thousand-dagger bastard, even sealed old me for more than 1,200 years. Writing trashy books and still won’t let people say anything? If I were replaced by Lao Fu, I would definitely write better than him.

“The old man, mindful of knowing each other, instructed him to write a book, but he actually didn’t appreciate it, and he even thought I was annoying, sealing me, bah!”

The carving knife’s curses and grumbles clearly reached the ears of Zhao Shou and the others.

This made Zhao Shou a few more or less embarrassed, not knowing whether to agree or retort, so he could only choose to be silent and pretend not to hear.

“Ahem!”

Zhao Shou coughed forcefully, interrupting Carving Knife’s incessant cursing, and made a bow:

“Greetings, Elder.”

Yang Gong’s four men bowed as they did so:

“Greetings, Elder!”

The carving knife swept in front of Zhao Shou and hovered motionless in the center of his brow, conveying the intention:

“Hey, Supervisor Zheng said that I would unseal it in this generation, so he really didn’t lie to me. The Confucian children hold that old thing, the Confucian Sage, in the highest regard, and all the great Confucian scholars of the past generations have refused to unseal the seal for me.

“Why do you want to help me unseal it?”

Zhao Shou made another bow:

“The student has something to ask.”

Yang Gong immediately gathered his sleeves and didn’t let the ruler fly out.

The artifact spirit within the carving knife asked:

“What the hell!”

Zhao Shou said in a deep voice:

“Ask on behalf of the world’s people, how do I advance to Martial God?”

Carving Knife did not answer immediately, but fell into a long silence.

In silence, Zhao Shou’s heart slowly sank to the bottom:

“Elder doesn’t know either?”

“Don’t be noisy!” Carving Knife sprayed him before saying:

“I remember that when the Confucian Sage reviewed the Wufu system, he talked about the Martial God, well, after all, it’s been more than 1,200 years, so I couldn’t think of it for a while.”

Then you think quickly …….. Yang Gong and the others were eager in their hearts.

And Zhao Shou noticed a detail that the carving knife needed memories to recall, indicating that he hadn’t talked to anyone about advancing to Martial God recently.

If it wasn’t revealed by the Carving Knife, how did the Supervisor know about the method of ascending to Martial God?

After ten seconds or so, the carving knife drifted off:

“Come to think of it, well, one premise, two conditions!

“The prerequisite is to gather qi.

“The condition is that it be recognized by the world and by heaven and earth!”

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PS: Typos are corrected after the first shift.