Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 358 Enlightenment
draw?

Seeing Zhang Yuan really using a bookcase as a desk next to the bicycle frame with his writing brush and ink spread out, Guo Chang, Wei Ronghai and the others all looked a little bewildered.

Is this a place where you can paint?
Can I draw at this time?
"What a good character..."

Yang Baitao's voice rang out.

He also took out his book box and took out a volume.

"I've read most of this 'Yongning Dream Talk', but I haven't had time to read the remaining half in detail. Today, I'll take a look at it."

He sat down beside Zhang Yuan, spread the book on the bookcase in front of him, and circled and annotated the text while holding an ink pen in one hand.

Seeing his appearance, the other students looked at each other, put down their bookcases, took out pens and ink, or books and scrolls, and sat on the ground amidst the sky full of immortals, demons and monsters, reading and painting.

Li Wenyan and other instructors turned around and were slightly stunned when they saw this scene.

"Haha, such a scene is a sign of the flourishing of Confucianism—"

"Don't worry, you can study peacefully until we die."

Sun Zesheng laughed loudly and pointed the ink pen in his hand forward, causing the golden power to transform into a galloping horse and crash into the leading wolf demon.

Several other Confucian and Taoist teachers either used the Confucian treasures in their hands to draw the power of heaven and earth to strike out, or used their own Confucian and Taoist might as a basis to condense golden light curtains to protect the bodies of the students.

Zhang Yuan turned his head and looked at Yang Baitao beside him.

He has felt that a layer of power is gathering in Yang Baitao these days, and it seems that it is about to break through.

It's as if it has been silent for a hundred years before it can finally emerge.

If this power can be achieved, it will definitely be close to the master level, and it will definitely be able to deal with the hardships in front of it.

However, Zhang Yuan didn't know whether Yang Baitao could pass this level.

After all, no one knows how much passion can remain in one's heart after a hundred years of silence.

Sitting still, Zhang Yuan raised his head.

Behind him, a figure that outsiders could not see at all emerged.

Golden body clone.

Obtained from Murong Zhao's soul clone, infused with a trace of soul power, it can easily crush ordinary masters below the level of dragon and elephant.

Zhang Yuan has always been cautious in his actions.

Looking at the light and shadows in the sky, his eyes fell on the demon wolf in front of him.

There might be demonic beasts on Yongtian Continent, but it is rare to see demonic beasts that look like this.

In Yongtianzhou, if there are such monsters anywhere, there will definitely be strong people going to surround and kill them.

Only outside Yongtianzhou are these evil spirits rampant.

Sun Zesheng held the ink pen and confronted the demon wolf. Even though he had three Confucian and Taoist teachers to help him, he stumbled and was unable to stop it.

The devil flames from the devil wolf's mouth can directly shatter and burn the mighty power of Sun Zesheng and others.

As Zhang Yuan's ink brush fell, a majestic demon wolf spewed out demonic flames from its mouth and moved forward arrogantly and violently.

Seeing such monsters with your own eyes is something that no amount of observation or copying can compare to.

When he was studying martial arts in Zhengyang County, none of the strange beasts in the scrolls in Ji Yuntang's hands could be as agile as the demon wolf painted by Zhang Yuan at this time.

The rampant demonic flames contrasted with the golden and majestic light condensed by Sun Zesheng and the others.

As the ink brush fell, several figures in gray and black Confucian robes appeared in the scroll.

These figures appeared old and weak in front of the magic wolf, and as thin as paper in front of the magic flame.

But the faint golden light they condensed, that trace of mighty power, was able to penetrate the devil's flames, like colorful clouds, protecting the rear.

What is behind?
They are students sitting cross-legged.

Some people read books, some paint, some recite poems, and some bow their heads.

This is what a scholar looks like.

Although it is only a corner of the scroll, the majestic scene can be seen in every inch of Zhang Yuan's brush.

Wang Mengxi once said that the way of painting is to create a scene and a realm of its own.

This scene and environment are not an illusion like the Spring Mountain Painting, but a real scene and real environment.

Wang Mengxi painted a picture of spring mountains, depicting the companionship between him and the immortal butterfly in the picture.

But, it is just an illusion after all.

Only the true environment and true scenery can create a paradise.

Wang Mengxi's painting method ultimately failed to achieve the ultimate goal. Can Zhang Yuan do it?
"boom--"

In the distance, the collision of golden light and demonic and immortal light seemed to cause the heaven and earth to collapse.

Zhang Yuan raised his hand and overturned the ink tray. The spilled ink flowed freely on the scroll, turning into endless clouds of demonic energy.

The dark clouds are about to cover the sky!
The entire Yunhe County City seemed to be swallowed up by the power of immortals and demons.

"I will die for justice, and I will go—"

A long cry rang out, and within the city, enveloped by dark clouds, a dark-bearded scholar in a cyan robe, clutching a longsword, stepped into the air, a golden light swirling behind him. Sacrificing oneself for righteousness, the sword of benevolence and righteousness, the divine power of Confucianism and Taoism.

"The blue sky is endless, the great way is eternal, and rituals and music are indestructible—"

In the city, a long laugh could be heard, and millions of golden characters, each as big as a bucket, turned into a torrent, breaking through the evil clouds that blocked the sky and letting in a ray of sunlight.

Ink dances with poetry, words storm, Confucian and Taoist magical powers.

Zhang Yuan's brushstrokes are like dragons and snakes, depicting the shadows of the converging golden lights.

This is Confucianism.

Martial arts are the muscles and bones, and Confucianism is the backbone.

The combination of civil and military power is the foundation of the Qin Dynasty.

At this moment, faint golden words appeared outside Zhang Yuan.

His mind was completely focused on the scroll in front of him, as if there was nothing else around him.

His spiritual power was increasing rapidly at this moment.

His understanding of the great Dao and his practice of Confucianism were like surging waves.

"Enlightenment!"

Yang Baitao screamed and almost dropped the scroll in her hand.

The students around turned their heads, and the teachers in front also showed surprise in their eyes.

"He, he is a true Confucian and Taoist elite!"

"Even if it's not, it's not far away."

"Enlightenment, I knew this guy's comprehension was ridiculously high." Wang Zhixue grinned, but the magic light from the opposite side made his mouth twitch and his face flushed.

Behind the demon wolf in front, dozens of demon shadows rushed over.

There are demon cultivators with demonic patterns all over their faces, demonic beasts with demonic energy surrounding them, and several immortal practitioners holding long banners and stirring up spiritual energy.

A bald monk with a face full of flesh, holding a crescent shovel, swept across with one blow, causing the Haoran barrier to be covered with cracks.

Under Zhang Yuan's brush, the picture of the scroll began to fill up quickly.

The demon's shadow has occupied most of the space, and the pressing demonic cloud makes most of the painting seem to be sinking into the demonic world.

"Bam—"

Haoran's barrier collapsed, and several instructors vomited blood and retreated.

Senior Wang Zhi laughed, clasped his hands together with trembling hands, and mobilized his blood and qi to combine with the great power, which then condensed into a golden barrier.

Burning life's energy and blood, breaking bones and body into pieces, all for the sake of Haoran.

When the barrier was reunited, Wang Zhixue's hair turned gray in an instant.

Beside him, Li Wenyan gritted his teeth, let out a long shout, held the ruler horizontally in his hand, and a mighty force vibrated outside his body.

"Benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness, with a benevolent heart and a righteous character, all things coexist—"

As he finished speaking, the ruler in his hand turned into chains, locking himself and Wang Zhixue.

Confucianism and Taoism have magical powers, and all things coexist.

This is to coexist with Wang Zhixue by using one's own qi, blood and lifespan.

His face turned pale instantly.

In front, Sun Zesheng was unable to stop the demon wolf and retreated backwards.

He glanced at the golden chain between Wang Zhixue and Li Wenyan's bodies, then looked at the golden light breaking through the magic cloud in the distance. He sighed lightly, took a step forward, raised his hand and grabbed the chain.

The qi, blood and great power in his body were also poured into the great barrier.

Unable to fight head-on, they could only defend themselves with all their might and delay time until the Confucian and Taoist masters in the city arrived.

"boom--"

The demon wolf slammed its head into the golden barrier, causing cracks to appear on it. Wang Zhixue and Li Wenyan vomited blood and retreated again. Sun Zesheng also staggered and grabbed the chain. The three of them fell to the ground.

On the other side, the two instructors rushed forward without hesitation, stretched out their hands to grasp the golden chain, and used their own blood and great power to withstand the demon wolf's repeated attack.

"boom--"

The golden light shattered again.

Wang Zhixue gritted his teeth and tremblingly held up the paper-thin barrier.

His face was grayish-white.

Behind him, all the teachers were almost as exhausted as he was.

Yang Baitao held the scroll in both hands, her expression changing, and the suppressed power in her body seemed to be about to break.

"This book is boring, I won't read it anymore." Not far away, a student threw away the book in his hand, looked at Zhang Yuan who was surrounded by golden light, bowed, then quickly walked to Wang Zhixue in front, reached out and grabbed the golden chain.

(End of this chapter)