I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

Chu He slowly opened his eyes, feeling the change in the environment.

He is now in the library of the National Scholars Academy, and countless literary qi around him are constantly flocking to him, entering his body to make up for his damaged literary heart due to the exhaustion of literary qi.

Chu He didn't wake up in a hurry, but sank into Wen Hai.

Within the Wenhai, the huge Wenhai has almost dried up, stepping on it, you can almost see the bottom.

Xin Jian Wu Su stood aside, turning slowly, even if Chu He appeared, there was no response.

Xinjian Wusu withstood the final pressure.

The countless literary spirit, saintly breath, sword intent comparable to that of a sword master, and the majesty of a saint are all borne by Xinjian Wusu.

That is to say, the heart sword is useless. If it is replaced by an ordinary long sword, I am afraid that a saint's breath will be enough to destroy it, not to mention the sword master's sword intent that can cut everything.

Xin Jian Wu Su fell into a deep sleep, Chu He was not in a hurry.

Xinjian Wusu was born in his literary heart, as long as his literary heart is not broken, Xinjian Wusu will be fine.

The only problem is that Wenhai is almost completely exhausted, Wenxin has forcibly endured a lot of pressure, and has been damaged, but there is not enough Wenqi to heal.

However, this is also a matter of time. Within the Academy Book Pavilion, it is not difficult to recover, at most half a month, Wen Hai can recover to the full extent.

Chu He still had a hunch that after he recovered, his strength could go a step further.

The breath of a saint entered his body, and he had actually become a semi-saint at that time.

Although with the comprehension of a fourth-grade talented person, one cannot comprehend anything from the aura of a saint.

But the experience of becoming a semi-saint will not be forgotten.

Chu He has enough time to slowly learn from the experience.

The road to becoming a semi-saint has been paved, and the next thing to see is how much Chu He can realize and how much time it will take.

Chu He stepped forward, and the four books in the sky were still spitting out literary energy.

A breath emerged from the snow and appeared in front of Chu He.

This person held a peach blossom upside down, was dressed in white, and his eyes were full of sword intent.

The first book spirit in the snow.

Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Ah!

Chu He walked up to Deng A and bowed to salute.

Deng A's awakening actually happened a long time ago.

When the Spirit Ghost King found Chu He for the first time, Deng A had already awakened, but Chu He didn't call him back to reality.

This is also Chu He's real trump card.

The only key for Chu He to be able to walk in the ghost world.

Chu He didn't know how strong Deng A was, because he didn't know the reality, but he could probably imagine that Deng A's strength was at least around the level of a first-class Confucian.

Because sword cultivators have no grades and do not need to be demarcated, he uses the realm of Confucianism and Taoism to divide.

But what he didn't expect was that Deng A actually had the strength of a half-step sword master!

But it's normal to think about it. After all, he is one of the most powerful sword gods in Xuezhong, and the only new sword god after succeeding Li.

But thinking about it the other way around, it’s still not right.

The new sword god in the snow can only have the realm of a half-step sword master?

Chu He thought for a moment, chuckled in his heart, and realized that he was still too greedy.

There is a book spirit who is a half-step sword master, what else do you want?

Deng A seemed to have sensed Chu He's state of mind, and said.

"Your strength is not strong enough, and my strength is limited. I only have the strength of your human half-step sword master. When you become a half-sage of Confucianism and Taoism, I can restore the strength of sword master. It is based on your realm. "

Chu He froze for a moment, then suddenly realized. It's still not strong enough.

Chu He sighed in his heart, thinking that he must quickly comprehend and break through the third grade Confucianism.

Deng A said.

"Even if I can wake up now, I don't take many shots. Most of the time, I can only sleep."

"I should be able to recover more when you are promoted to the third-rank Confucianism."

"But if you want to keep me awake, you can only wait until you reach the second rank of Confucianism."

Chu He saluted and smiled lightly.

"Senior is willing to help me, that's enough. How dare Chu Hean ask for too much?"

Deng A shook his head, looked at the sky, and said.

"I'm tired of watching the century-old Jianghu in Liyang. It's also something I'm curious to see the new Jianghu here."

"You can wake me up, it's your own ability, you don't need to thank me."

"Okay, I'm going back, see you next time."

After all, Deng Arden turned into a stream of light and entered the snow.

Chu He sighed and cupped his fists in thanks.

Just when Chu He was about to leave, a breath rose suddenly.

Chu He was shocked at first, and then suddenly happy.

This breath came from Dou Po!

A black breath flashed out from Doupa, landed in front of Chu He, and turned into a figure.

With an old face, his eyes are still full of coldness, he is dressed in a black robe, and his strong scent of medicinal herbs is enough to prove his identity.

Old medicine and dust!

At this moment, Chu He almost burst into tears.

Finally! finally!

He waited for Yaochen for more than half a year!

Half a year ago, Yao Chen had already awakened once, but with Chu He's strength at that time, it was not enough to pull Yao Lao into reality.

Now, after half a year, Chu He has become a fourth-rank talented scholar, with a literary spirit not weaker than a second-rank Confucian, and his perception is comparable to that of a semi-sage of the human race.

With such strength, it is not easy to be able to pull Yao Lao out of the book.

Facing Yao Lao, Chu He bowed respectfully and said.

"Medical old."

Yao Chen waved his hand and said with a light smile.

"After I woke up, I could feel the existence of that sword intent. He was right. These are the results of your hard work. You don't need to be polite."

Chu He nodded, but his eyes were still full of respect.

Yao Lao continued to speak.

"Right now, I can only be pulled into reality, but I also need to sleep for a long time. When you arrive at the third-rank Confucianism, I can fully wake up."

"And with my current strength, I should be able to be equivalent to your human race, um, the realm of a first-class Confucianism."

"I should be able to recover to a semi-sage when you reach the first grade of Confucianism, but that's all. After all, I have a different perception from your world."

Chu He nodded.

What Yao Lao said is true, this world emphasizes culture over martial arts, and Confucianism and Taoism are the main ones, while Taoism and Buddhism are even more unpopular, with fewer people.

As for alchemy, it is even rarer than Taoism.

Alchemists, mostly Taoists, stand out.

And only Taoism has real alchemists.

However, because of the heavy casualties of the Taoists after the battle between the Two Worlds Mountains 20 years ago, they were not able to retreat, and they basically did not go down the mountain.

So the alchemist disappeared together with Taoism.

The alchemists in the army can only be used by ordinary generals at most, and it is impossible to refine high-grade pills.

One is that the strength is not enough, and the other is that there is no good alchemy furnace.