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Song Anqi could not help but look over, her eyes flashed a look of surprise.

Li Xiang snorted coldly: "make a mystery."

He directly forward, a long sleeve, a gust of wind blowing, then ready to blow those words in the air to blow.

Hu -

with a gust of wind, Lu Yu did not move, nor did the words in the air move. Even the paper originally on the desk did not move.

"I don't believe it." Li Xiang stretched out his hand, intending to disperse the words in the air directly.

However, as soon as his hand was put on, his face suddenly changed, and his shoulder tilted.

These words seem to float in the air, unreal and invisible, but they seem to be of great importance.

Even if Li Xiang was a monk, he also felt that there was a Mount Tai pressing down in front of him.

The great scholar in white saw this, and his eyes were full of surprise, reaching for the words in the air.

As soon as he put his hand on it, he suddenly exclaimed, "a word like a mountain!"

The great scholar in white was no longer as contemptuous as before. He hurried to the front to check Lu Yu's feelings.

He didn't look at it carefully before, but when he looked at it carefully, he found that Lu Yu's feelings were profound. Even he had to think about it for a long time to understand its meaning.

"Are these the real scriptures of the sages? But why How can there be so many! " The great scholar was stunned.

According to his understanding, there are only two chapters in Wensheng's Classics.

Moreover, according to the previous conclusion, these classics are not very important insights, so Bailu academy is willing to take them out to give everyone a chance to feel.

But now, what Lu Yu wrote has exceeded their expectations.

"Is he not writing other scriptures of Wen Sheng? But it's not right. I've never read these scriptures. "

These white haired Confucians, who have been poor for a long time, know whether Lu Yu is cheating or not.

It was indeed the first time he had seen these scriptures before him.

Other Confucians, seeing what happened, also walked over curiously and watched.

Gradually, there were more and more people around. Many people even sat down with their knees crossed and quietly looked at the feelings written by Lu Yu.

"The opinions and ideas in this have never been heard of before."

"It's so mysterious. Just by looking at it, I feel that my literary realm has improved a little."

Even song Anqi sat quietly beside Lu Yu and watched.

"What's good to see? It's just a mystery. You take it seriously." Li Xiang curled his mouth and disdained the way.

With his proud personality, of course, he would not go to see what Lu Yu wrote.

Just when Li Xiang didn't think so, all the words in front of Lu Yu actually emitted dazzling golden light.

With the emergence of these golden lights, a thin old man suddenly appeared in the sky of the literary classics.

At the moment of the old man's appearance, all the people present felt a glimmer of light falling into their own faces.

Dang! Dang! Dang!

The bell of the White Deer academy suddenly struck nine times!

"This is the birth of a saint."

"What's the matter with the saints?"

"Is it because of the article written by this son that he was born? This, this is unimaginable

Many Confucians were shocked to see the figures in the sky, passing a trace of awe from the bottom of their hearts.

In front of the old man, in the eyes of the public, slowly opened his mouth.

"My name, Zirong."