I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

Chu He sighed inwardly.

It is not difficult for the three great Confucians to infuse literary spirit, there are several great Confucians in the Academy alone.

The most important thing is that the three great Confucians have to recuperate for at least a year after the body is filled with energy.

This year is a long time even for a great Confucian.

Especially now that the court in the capital is in turmoil, and the academy has entered the vortex.

As a branch of Wenxiang, the academy is the biggest voice behind Wenxiang.

The three great Confucianists recuperated for a year, which means that the top combat power of the academy was directly cut in half.

Once this year is over, Prime Minister Zuo seizes the opportunity to tear his face apart, and no one in the whole campaign can resist it.

In this case, it is impossible for the Academy to sacrifice a whole year for itself.

As for the ghost king's heart, there is no need to think about it.

In the ghost world, there are only four ghost kings.

The strength of every ghost king is comparable to a first-rank Confucian who governs the country.

Killing a ghost king is tantamount to completely breaking the face with the ghost world, and the human race and the ghost race are completely at war.

Not to mention that the current court is in turmoil and internal fighting is constant, even at the peak of Daqian, it is impossible for Chu He to trigger a war between humans and ghosts.

"Tsk, it seems that it will be difficult for me to hide this time."

Chu He sneered, and slowly sat up from the bed.

The body has almost recovered, but Chu He's current strength is about the same as that of an ordinary person.

His literary qi cannot be moved, and he is not a ghost cultivator, so manipulating the ghost qi in his body is even more nonsense.

Feeling depressed, Chu He couldn't help sinking into Wen Hai in his body.

Although Wenxin is no longer usable, Wenhai is not the same as Wenxin, as long as Chu He still has the mind, it will always exist.

Above the sea of ​​literature, the three books of Tianlong, Water Margin, and Doupo hang in the air, but the three books no longer emit literary energy. Even the sea of ​​literature, which was turbulent in the past, has become silent.

It was dead.

On the other side of the three books, there is a book looming.

That's Chu He's latest book Snow in the Snow.

It's just that Xuezhong was only popular in the academy and was not spread to the outside world, so it was not the same as the previous three books.

However, only the disciples of the academy were able to make this book appear in Wenhai, which is enough to show how strong the academy's literary spirit is.

It's a pity that even in the snow, it has become silent, and even has a tendency to disappear.

Without the literary heart, the literary energy has no root, no matter how much literary energy there is, it cannot enter Chu He's body.

Chu He looked at the dead silence, almost a pool of Wenhai, and couldn't help sighing.

"Huh? Why is your body so strange?"

An old voice suddenly sounded in front of Chu He.

Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared above Wenhai, looming.

Old medicine?

Chu He was overjoyed and hurried forward to salute.

This Dou Po Shu Ling is an eighth-rank alchemist. In terms of medical skills, Yao Lao should be the best.

Maybe Yao Lao has something to do with the problems in his body.

Thinking of this, Chu He asked.

"Yao Lao, I was injured by a ghost cultivator, and now my body is full of ghost energy, can Yao Lao have a solution?"

Yaochen's voice was still weak, and he whispered.

"No wonder I found it so strange when I dived into your Wenhai. There is a solution to the huge ghost energy in your body, but it's a bit troublesome."

"Our world is different, but Wen Qi and Ghost Qi, although they belong to different places, after all, they lead to the same goal by different routes."

"Think about it carefully, where does your literary spirit come from?"

Chu He calmed down and suddenly realized.

"I entered Confucianism and Taoism, and my whole body is full of literary spirit, which is what everyone reads about me."

"But the literary spirit in today's world is mainly based on writing poems for people to read. Now I have lost my literary heart and have no roots. Even if someone reads it, the literary spirit cannot enter my body. What should I do?"

Yao Lao laughed in a low voice: "Because you are Confucianism and Taoism, you are blinded by a leaf."

"Wen Qi can only be obtained by others reading works, but Wen Xin is obtained through self-cultivation."

Chu He suddenly came to his senses, and said in a low voice: "Although the ghost energy covers my Wenxin, the Wenxin hasn't been destroyed, it's just temporarily covered with dust. If I can cultivate my body and move my Wenxin, the ghost energy will naturally dissipate."

"That's right." Yao Lao continued: "Although the ghost energy is huge, it is also rootless water. It just absorbs the literary energy from your body."

"If you can force Wenxin to break out and isolate the ghost energy, after the ghost energy dissipates, Wenxin will be tempered even more, and you can go one step further."

Chu He let out a breath in his heart, bowed down in front of Yao Lao, and said in a deep voice.

"Thank you, Yao Lao, for your advice."

Yao Lao nodded slightly, and his figure gradually disappeared.

Exiting Wen Hai, Chu He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Then he sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and recited the Analects silently in his heart.

The Analects of Confucius has not yet appeared in this world, but in terms of Confucianism and Taoism.

The Analects of Confucius will always be a compulsory sacred text of Confucianism.

"The Master said, the dead are like husbands, never giving up day and night..."

With a single word, Chu He suddenly found that the ghost energy in his body was startled, became violent, and kept attacking his body.

And the Wen Qi that was originally retreating at the neck, as if encouraged, was suddenly shaken, forcing the ghost Qi downward.

However, the amount of Wen Qi is very small after all, even though it is ferocious, the progress is extremely slow.

Chu He was satisfied in his heart.

There are solutions, more than anything else.

Chu He sat cross-legged on the bed for the whole night.

After one night, Chu He opened his eyes, and the air in his eyes almost burst out.

In one night, the literary energy in his body has retreated the ghost energy to his arms, and the speed is getting faster and faster.

As long as you can persevere, at most one month, you can reveal your literary heart.

When the literary heart is revealed, the huge literary energy enters the body, and the ghost energy in the body can be eliminated from the body in an instant.

Chu He took a deep breath and adjusted his state, but felt the sword intent outside the door.

Mu Yingjin actually stood guard outside his door all night!

Chu He sighed in his heart, how could he repay this personal debt.

At the same time, another huge cultural energy descended from the sky and slowly landed at Chu He's door.

It's the dean.

Chu He is familiar with this style of writing, and immediately judged it.

The dean looked at Mu Yingjin, who was not moving with his sword at the door, with a stern expression on his face.

"You stayed here all night?"

Mu Yingjin stood all night, the sword intent in her eyes was still sharp, she didn't respond, she just responded with her eyes.

The dean said lightly: "Go back and rest, I will guard here."

Mu Yingjin stood still and did not budge.

After a while, the dean suddenly said angrily: "You don't even believe me, your own father. Is there anyone in this academy who you can trust? Go back to me!"

Mu Yingjin thought for a long time, then said coldly: "If something happens to him, I will no longer be a disciple of the academy."

After saying that, take the sword and walk away.

The dean clenched his fists, snorted coldly, and pushed the door open.

Inside the door, Chu He cupped his fists and smiled.

"Chu He has been waiting for the dean for a long time."