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It can even be said that only this qualification is still poor.But who made Da Song's current situation like this?

At the seven hundred and twelfth floor, Ye Nan couldn't support it anymore.

His will is still firm, but he propped his knees with his hands, panting heavily, sweating profusely all over his body, and his body trembled. The pressure of the demon saint was enough to crush ordinary Jinshi, and Ye Nan could insist on getting another ten. A smile appeared on Mencius's face on the two steps.

But at this moment, a fist-sized emerald green oval wen flew out of Ye Nan's wen palace.

when!

when!

when!

This brave, which already has the embryonic shape of a bell, shakes three feet above Ye Nan three times in a row, swaying aquamarine ripples, warming Ye Nan's body.

Under the healing of the emerald green ripples, Ye Nan's trembling hands and feet gradually calmed down, his pale face slowly became normal, and his breathing slowly calmed down.

He raised his head and looked at the bamboo slips in front of him again: There was virtue in the past and summer, pictures in the distance, Gongjin Jiumu

This is a sentence from "Zuo Zhuan" followed by

"Cast a tripod like a thing, prepare all things, so that the people know the gods."

Immediately afterwards, the bamboo slips also fell to Ye Nan's feet.

When Ye Nan raised his leg and stepped on the bamboo slips, the demon saint's pressure came again.

when!

But the top of his head was daring, and turned into a pale green bell-shaped shield to block Ye Nan.

After the demon saint's coercion passed through the shield, it was cut by more than 40%, allowing Ye Nan to pass the barrier easily.

Chapter 497 Crossing the Sea of ​​Study (Repair)

Ye Nan once again surprised all the sages when he came out.

"Its color is green, its sound is like a chime, and its shape resembles a literary instrument-this is a literary courage, and it will soon be turned into a powerful weapon to suppress the literary palace!"

A sage grabbed his beard tightly, his eyes moved quite intentionally: he planned to accept Ye Nan as a disciple.

Throughout the ages, there have been sage advance scholars, daring scholars have had it, and no jinshi who can kill the demon saint clone, but Hanlin has.

The key is Ye Nan's age and he did these three things alone!

At the age of fifteen, a saint advance scholar, brave and daring, defeating the demon saint!

Thinking about it this way, the saint's mind suddenly faded.

Even if he is a disciple, he should be a sub-sage like Mencius and Xunzi, or a top semi-sage like Ruyan Hui and Zhang Liang, who is his turn!

...

With courage, Ye Nan continued to climb.

This is a tempering of will and boldness, which will greatly benefit his later practice.

One zhang, two zhang, three zhang, Ye Nan did not rush, maintaining a constant speed and continuing forward.

Until the seven hundred and ninetieth step.

After this level, the sub-sage of the human race and the great sage of the demon race are facing pressure.

He took a deep breath, glanced at the top of his head gently rotating, making a pleasant sound, and stepped again.

But this time, there seemed to be an invisible wall in front of him, stopping Ye Nan.

"That's it right here."

Ye Nan was puzzled, and from the clouds came the voice of the Confucian saint he had heard.

"The next part of the journey is a test of the top scholars and semi-sages. There are other changes. If you continue, you will hurt your soul. The mountain of books has passed, go to the sea of ​​learning."

In the next moment, Ye Nan shook his head, and the surrounding environment changed drastically.

Towering and steep, the mountain of books with only a bamboo slip path disappeared, replaced by an endless ocean.

At the same time, the explanation of the saint also followed.

"This is the second hurdle of the Confucian science test, to cross the sea of ​​study. Here, you need to use the literary palace as a boat, poetry as an oar, and move forward in the wind and waves. Pay attention to yourself."

Wen Gong is the most important thing for a scholar to become a scholar.Whether it was later Hanlin, great scholars, or saints, to be precise, they all worked hard in the literary palace.

In the literary palace, what a scholar has learned in his life is transformed into a book of poetry, and his past experience is transformed into a picture.As the advancement deepens, these pictures of poetry, books, and paintings will change from text-on-paper paintings to imprints, inlaid into the brick walls and ceilings of the Wen Palace; or into murals, screens, and various carvings.

The more these decorations in the Wen Palace, the higher the level.

Li Bai, the sword immortal Qinglian, was praised as'Learning Rich Five Chariots', meaning to become a Jinshi. When he first condensed the literary palace, there were five chariots in it.But the ordinary Datang Jinshi, just two or three cars.

On Da Song's side, there may be poor Jinshi with only a cart of books.

However, whether it is three cars or five cars, it is definitely incomparable with Ye Nan's poetry, books and pictures that are almost filled with literary palace.

At this time, outside the Confucian Temple, Su Shi and Fan Chunren also thought of this.

"Brother Ye seems to be a juror, right?"

Su Shi found out that Ye Nan doesn't seem to have a cultural palace?

"Master Fan, how can it be?"

Fan Chunren stroked his beard and nodded.

"The saint has his own conclusion on this matter, why should you and I consider it?"

It means that you are not worried about eating radish.

Su Shi:……

Standing in front of Xuehai, Ye Nan released his literary palace.

This literary palace was reflected in the mid-air, following the rules of Xuehai, it began to change, shrunk ten times, and turned into a literary boat about two feet long.

On the long boat, there is a two-foot mast with an eight-foot-long sail.

Inside the cabin, there are wooden chairs, low tables and low beds, golden lights, blue carpets, red candles, sand pots for heating stoves, and even several elaborately carved ornaments such as dragons, braves and baxia.

Compared with ordinary Jinshi who are less than ten feet long, they are almost like canoes or flat fishing boats. Ye Nan can be regarded as a Huafang yacht!

"hiss!"

"call!"

Seeing the long boat transformed by Ye Nanwen Palace, from the top of the cloud, several air-conditioning sounds were heard.

Even Yan Hui, who recommended him, didn't expect that Ye Nan, the literary palace of the saint advance, had such an amazing background!

The corners of the saint's mouth twitched.

"The twenty-four-zhang Wengong, after the palace test, he will grow up to thirty-zhang, and he will break through to Hanlin on the spot?"

Sixteen-year-old Hanlin, how many scholars can shame!

Thinking about himself again, he even had the urge to plunge into the sea of ​​study and never come out again!

In the future, if anyone dares to say that he is a peerless genius who broke through to a semi-sage at the age of 200, he will be anxious!

After condensing Wenzhou, Ye Nan didn't rush into the water, but thought about what poetic culture should be used as a paddle.

The light boat has passed the ten thousand mountains?

Let the ship go for thousands of miles to Limbo?

Zip across the creek boat, break the waves to Biwan?

Ye Nan stood there thinking for a long time before finally making a decision under the gaze of the saint above.

He mobilized his writing style and used his hand to draw a sketch in mid-air:

Jinzun sake fights ten thousand, Yupanzhen is ashamed of ten thousand.

Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks can not eat, draw the sword and look around at a loss.

If you want to cross the Yellow River, you will climb the Taihang and snowy mountains.

I am free to go fishing on the Bixi, and then I dream about the day by boat.

Hard to travel!Hard to travel!How different is it, today?

There will be long winds and waves, and the sails will go straight to the sea.

His last stroke fell, and his red-orange brilliance rose to the sky. His length was four feet and eight inches, and his poetry became a town.

But what surprised Ye Nan was that there was a faint fluorescence outside his talent.

Yuan Shi Baoguang?

At this time, Li Bai hasn't written it down yet?

But thinking about the past of Qinglian sword immortal Li Bai, he immediately reacted.

This poem was made by Li Bai when he was forced to leave Chang'an. First, he was angry at being excluded by high-ranking officials, and then he showed his open-mindedness and hope for future life.

But here, Li Bai has a very smooth journey from Xiucai, Juren, Jinshi, Hanlin, to Daru, and is sought after by countless high-ranking officials. What's the hard way!

But Ye Nan was just thinking about tea time, and waving his hand was the relaxed and freehand brushwork of a national poem, which really scared the saints.

Is Zhen Guo Poem so easy to write?

Even Mencius was surprised about this and asked Yan Hui.

"Return, when faced with the assassination of the avatar, he also had Zhen Guo poetry out immediately?"

"But so."

Seeing Yan Hui nodded, Mencius said with emotion.

"This son has the appearance of a hundred families in the Spring and Autumn Period! This Tenglong also cannot be satisfied by the knowledge of each family."

Below, Ye Nan stepped onto the boat.

The next moment, a strong wind suddenly rose above Xuehai, full of sails, leading Wenzhou forward at an extremely fast speed.

A little wind and waves are not justified.

After watching for a moment, Mencius's figure slowly disappeared.

"After this son has gone through the sea of ​​study, you will bring him back to me."

Seeing this, the other sages bowed at the same time.

"Send Meng Sheng!"

After Mencius left, the sages looked at each other and sighed.

"Meng Sheng means to accept disciples! If it succeeds, I don't know how old this child is!"

Chapter 498: A Saint Mengke, Zhaichang Liu Yong (Xiu)

Above the sea of ​​study, Ye Nan really understood what it means to row without oars, relying on the waves!

Under the influence of "Difficulties in Traveling", Ye Nan felt that sailing was not difficult at all, and Wen Zhou flew so fast.Just in the style of an ancient ship, it drives out the speed of a modern ship!

Huhuhu~~~

At the same time, the strong wind blows vigorously.The wind and waves that came from all directions at Xuexue's sea were all blown into a downwind by this strong wind, which can be said to be a triumphant advance!

When the wind speed slowed down, Ye Nan burst out again, injected into this gale poem, galloping all the way for two thousand feet, and stopped before the semi-sacred realm.

This means that his literary palace has no obstacles before becoming a semi-sage, and can reach the realm of Confucianism all the way!

This is not a saint seed at all, but a holy seed!

"It has been more than six hundred years since the Qin and Han Dynasties. Is my human finally about to give birth to a sub-sage?"

Yan Hui took a deep breath.