The family is too invincible, forcing the system to be blackened and upgraded

As soon as it is opened, the literary spirit is like the sea, and it will hit you head-on.

Brilliant golden light, covering the field of vision.

When you come back to your senses, you are already in a new world.

Chen Mu can clearly perceive that this world is formed by a special energy, which is not real.

I am just a consciousness, being teleported here, my physical body is still in Qingyun Mansion.

Moshan, Mohe, Moyun, Mobird...

"Is it ink painting?"

Chen Mu looked around, the corners of his lips were raised slightly, with a bit of interest.

Really full of mood.

After passing the stone bridge, you can see a high mountain not far away. On the mountain, there is a pavilion.

In the gazebo, two people are sitting playing Go.

The other people stood by and watched quietly.

From time to time, he would boast a few words, "Mr. Mo's move is wonderful!"

"Mr. Li's move also opened my eyes! The benefits are endless!"

Faced with Li Lao's pressing step by step, Mo Lao grabbed the black chess piece, and his hand that was about to drop was suspended in mid-air and stopped.

Turning his head and looking into the distance, "Oh! Has someone finally passed the test of Wenqi and came to this Wenyuan world!"

"Whatever he does, concentrate on playing chess." Old Li urged.

As great Confucians, they are the examiners of Wenyuan's last test.

Looking back on the past, no one has been able to come to the top of this Mo Mountain for thousands of years to accept the test.

So in Mr. Li's view, the literary spirit of the Southern Regions has long been exhausted, Confucianism and Taoism?Does not exist anymore!

Now, it is the era of sword repair, knife repair, gun repair..., who is willing to study because of too much utilitarianism?Slowly develop a culture?

He is always pessimistic.

"Let's see first." Mo Lao put the chess pieces back into the chess box.

With a wave of his hand, the white sleeves fluttered, leaving a trace of ink in the air.

Immediately, the ink mark turned into a mirror again, showing the scene under the mountain and Chen Mu's face.

"Oh! At this age, you can pass the test of literary spirit and enter the world of Wenyuan!" Elder Li was slightly moved, and he was a little more interested in Chen Mu.

You know, even as a great Confucian now, he was almost 60 years old when he entered Wenyuan for the first time.

"This boy is indeed talented." Mo Lao stroked his beard with a full face of admiration.

"Don't be in a hurry to make a conclusion. It's not too late to praise him after he passes the test and successfully climbs to the top." Mr. Li snorted softly.

He doesn't think that the current cruel situation can be easily reversed by a genius.

Not to mention, it is not certain whether this person is a genius.

"On the top of the mountain, are there nine people in total?"

Under the cover of spiritual consciousness, the existence of Li Laomo and the others had already been fully seen by Chen Mu.

From their conversation, Chen Mu could easily hear that Confucianism and Taoism seemed to have had quite a glorious time.

However, with the rise of sword cultivators, spear cultivators, and sword cultivators, Confucianism and Taoism gradually showed weakness, and even declined, heading towards extinction.

Only a small number of people are still insisting on the Tao in their hearts.

Later, I learned from the system that the Confucianism and Taoism in the past, surrounded by talents, can kill enemies from thousands of miles away!

A literati's pen is no worse than a monk's sword. A literati can use a pen to kill enemies and secure the country!

"It's pretty good."

It sounds interesting.

He stopped in his tracks, closed the system panel, and saw a mass of ink exploding in front of his eyes, like a cloud.

Out of it came a group of ferocious wolves in ink and wash, all grinning fiercely.

"Is this the so-called...test?"

Evaluation?

Nothing more than a word, weak.

Striding his thick limbs, running wildly, leaving a trace of ink marks wherever he passed, and disappearing in an instant.

Seven or eight black wolves all flew towards Chen Mu, their pitch-black claws were much sharper than Duan Ren!

boom!boom!boom……

However, before Chen Mu could do anything, those black wolves exploded one after another when they entered the range of three or four meters, turning into clouds of ink mist.

Can't get close to him at all.

Chen Mu just walked forward, as if he was in the land of no one.

"How, how is this possible?"

"He didn't even move his fingers, why did Mo Lang disappear out of thin air?"

"Could it be the talent protection?"

"Impossible! How talented do you have to be to instantly kill Mo Lang?"

"Then tell me, how did he do it?"

"This..." I was speechless.

"..." Mr. Mo and Mr. Li also had difficult expressions on their faces, feeling a little on pins and needles.

The surprise Chen Mu brought to them was beyond imagination!

Afterwards, Mo Hu, Mo Bing Mo Jiang... Without exception, all of them couldn't even get close to Chen Mu's body, and they were all wiped out, instantly killed!

Very boring.

"Wen Qi! It's definitely Wen Qi body protection! It's too strong!"

"Such a literary spirit, at least one must be a Jinshi!"

"At such a young age, I have already reached Jinshi, and my future prospects are limitless!"

"Confucianism and Taoism, are they finally recovering?"

The people present were extremely excited.

Mr. Li, Mr. Mo's ten fingers are also tightly clenched.

Chen Mu has easily passed the previous test, and the next thing is to see if he can climb the mountain of books!

When Chen Mu came to the steps, he lifted up with one step. As soon as he fell down, he felt an invisible coercion rushing straight to his whole body.

This coercion is so strong that for an ordinary person, I am afraid that his body will be smashed to pieces.

to him?

To say it was a mosquito bite would be too flattering.

Climbing up step by step?

Chen Mu didn't have that patience and interest.

Instantly!

"Damn! Thousands of steps in one step, this guy is too evil!"

Noticing the sharp eyes of Mr. Li, the man quickly covered his mouth with his hands, realizing that he had lost his composure.

Ashamed: "Sorry..."

"What's the origin of this kid? He actually looks at Shushan as a test, as if it doesn't exist." Mr. Li was puzzled.

"When I look at him, he looks like a saint." Mo Lao said with a smile.

"Sanctification? You mean, his future achievements will be higher than yours?" Mr. Li asked repeatedly, unable to believe it.

"How much difference is there between you and him at this age?"

"Compared to the Confucian and Taoist era you lived in, how difficult is it?"

"..." Mo Lao asked two consecutive questions, which left Li Lao speechless.

Just imagine, if you were born in this era, you would have followed the crowd, given up studying, devoted yourself to Confucianism and Taoism, and become an ordinary practitioner.

Although there are many sword repairers, it also means greater opportunities.

This son is indeed rare!

"It seems that after so many years, you and I have finally found an heir to our mantle." Old Li said with a smile.

"Yes." Mo Lao nodded, it was hard to disagree.

"What! Mr. Li, and Mr. Mo actually want to grant him the inheritance? This kind of thing is unprecedented!"

"You know, there was someone who just received the inheritance from Mr. Mo, and became a scholar in just ten years! He has the appearance of a great Confucian! It's a pity that he was born at an untimely time..."

"Saint! Are we finally going to witness the birth of a saint again?"

"How lucky! How lucky! If there is an afterlife, I really want to worship him and practice Confucianism and Taoism together!"

"Don't jump to conclusions, it's still unknown whether he can pass the final test of writing poetry and reach the summit."