I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

Chu He looked at the book spirit, couldn't help sighing, and said.

"Xiao Feng, it's because I came late, and it's also because I didn't think so much."

Xiao Feng shook his head, but spoke instead.

"Young master, the purpose of you letting me join the city defense army is to get close to Wang Mang and rely on Wang Mang's strength to rescue the son's father. Now that the son's father has been rescued, the battle between the two worlds has passed."

"Can I continue to follow the son?"

Chu He looked at Xiao Feng and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Ever since he entered the academy, he threw Xiao Feng into the guard army, and all the way after that, Xiao Feng was only busy in the capital.

Chu He asked.

"Now, you have become the general of the city's defense army, and you no longer need the maintenance of my style. Are you willing to give up these things in the capital and continue to follow me?"

Xiao Feng smiled lightly and spoke.

"Now, Xiao Feng's strength can't catch up with the young master, and the book spirit can't improve the realm, so I can only maintain the realm of the fourth rank."

"Speaking of giving up these things in the capital, Xiao Feng really can't give up, but if Xiao Feng can't follow the young master, as a book spirit, he will have no roots."

Chu He looked at Xiao Feng, sighed slowly, and spoke.

"Xiao Feng, I will go to the ghost world next, your current strength is not enough to support the ghost world."

"But now, the capital is suffering catastrophe, and everything is waiting to be rebuilt. If you can stay in the capital and stabilize the capital, your position will definitely be promoted in the future, and you will be able to do more things."

"Right now, it's best for you to stay in the capital. I will arrange some things for you in the future."

Hearing Chu He's arrangement, Xiao Feng didn't show any disappointment in his eyes, he just nodded and said flatly.

"Everything is arranged by the young master."

Chu He walked into the bookstore, looking at the bookstore full of ghosts inside, he couldn't help feeling extremely heavy in his heart.

The sage's mantra is the only way for the human race to fight against the ghost king of the ghost world.

Now, Prime Minister Zuo has defected, and there is only Wen Xiang, the only peak Confucian of the first rank in the human race.

The sage's mantra is the most powerful means of the human race, but after this time, the sage's mantra has suffered serious losses, what else can the human race do?

Xiao Feng opened his mouth and said.

"The great Confucian scholar of the academy did not come back, so Qi Guoyuan and Li Shan and I took a careful inventory."

"More than two-thirds of the saint's mantras have been completely shattered, losing the saint's breath."

"The remaining one-third is seriously worn out, with meager breath, and the remaining literary energy is not as good as a first-rank Confucian literary treasure."

"The only thing left is the ghost world scripture written by the young master, but the ghost world scripture is not determined by the sage after all, yes, compared with the saint's mantra, it is worse after all."

Chu He looked around and saw that most of the saint mantras that had lost their breath and were constantly turning black amidst the ghost aura, and some of the saint mantras that continued to exude a faint saint aura and wanted to dispel the ghost aura, could not help but sigh.

Chu He waved his hand lightly, and the majestic literary energy came out of his body, and most of the ghostly atmosphere that enveloped the bookstore dissipated at once.

The ghost qi remaining here is only what remains after the ghost emperor absorbed it, and the amount of ghost qi is not as good as that of a second-rank ghost commander.

But with such a thin ghost aura, no one in the human race could dispel it for three days, and they still had to wait for Chu He to come, which is enough to show how rare the strong Confucianism is in the human race.

After dispelling it twice in a row, Chu He dispelled all the remaining ghost energy in the bookstore. The bookstore, which was originally shrouded in black and depressing, suddenly became much brighter.

It's just that the days when the literary energy of the past was full, and the literary energy absorbed in the bookstore was ten times that of the outside world, it was impossible to come back.

Chu He looked around, finally sighed, and walked out of the bookstore.

In the future, the National Scholars Academy will still be the National Scholars Academy after all, but it will never return to the previous peak period of the National Scholars Academy.

The sage's mantra was destroyed, and the National Scholars Academy lost its greatest support.

Just relying on the strong Confucianism to maintain it will not last for too long.

When Wenxiang Longxi's generation of Confucian scholars passed away, the Guoshi Academy might lose its former status.

The only possibility of recovery is that there is a genuine demi-holy promotion who leaves the sage's mantra in the academy.

And the greatest hope of this possibility is that Wen Xiang or one of Chu He can break through the semi-holy realm.

It should be possible within two years.

Chu He thought to himself.

Walking out of the Book Pavilion, he ordered Xiao Feng to return to the city guards, while Chu He walked into the palace again.

He came this time to find someone.

Prince Zhao Yu sat at the table, sometimes pacing anxiously, sometimes looking at the tea in the teapot in confusion, and sometimes looking at the Qiankun Palace outside the palace.

The next second, there was a knock on the door.

A look of joy flashed across Zhao Yu's face, and he asked while opening the door.

"How is it? How is the father?"

But the next moment, the smile on Zhao Yu's face froze, and a flash of fear flashed in his eyes.

Standing outside his door was not the subordinate he sent out to investigate the information, but his teacher, Chu He.

Chu He stood in front of the door, looked at Zhao Yu who was stunned, and said calmly.

"Would you like me to come in and sit down?"

Zhao Yu stepped aside stiffly, watched Chu He sit down, and quickly picked up the teacup to pour tea, his hands were trembling.

Although the prince and grand master in front of him hadn't taught him anything for a day, Zhao Yu was very afraid at this moment.

Chu He glanced at Zhao Yu's hands and said lightly.

"I haven't said anything yet, why are you panicking?"

With a smile on Zhao Yu's face, he spoke.

"When I was in the palace, I heard a little bit. How can I not be afraid of the teacher coming?"

Chu He picked up his teacup and took a sip without opening his mouth.

Zhao Yu could only continue to bite the bullet and say.

"Teacher, royal father...how is my father?"

Chu He glanced at him and said.

"I didn't handle this matter. Wen Yan, the literati representative, and my number one general, King Zhennan, are here. In terms of seniority, I'm a generation behind, and in terms of position, I'm just a first-rank teacher in an academy. This matter It's not my turn."

Zhao Yu's face turned pale, he sighed, and said.

"My father, how could he do such a stupid thing, alas."

Chu He looked at him and asked lightly.

"Why, looking at you like this, what did you know beforehand?"

Zhao Yu waved his hands again and again, then slowly put them down, shaking his head and said.

"Teacher, I said that I don't know anything about this, do you believe me?"

Chu He didn't respond, just looked at him indifferently.

Zhao Yu let out a miserable laugh, and said, spreading his hands.

"You see, I am the prince. My father did such a thing, but I, the prince, don't know anything about it. I don't even believe it when I say it."

"You said, how can I not panic."