Jiang Feng absorbed Wang Chi Hai’s soul crystals and learned soul techniques.

Soul techniques were actually just various techniques for using soul power, and the core factor that truly determined the proficiency and mystery of these techniques was actually soul power.

Jiang Feng’s soul power was different from many people from the three Heavenly Clans. His soul power was the power of the divine soul!

In this aspect, even a sage was inferior to Jiang Feng.

After Jiang Feng used the power of his soul to forge a fake Spiritual Palace in his sea of consciousness, he even used his soul power to imitate the power of his Spiritual Sense and flooded the fake Spiritual Palace with it.

Jiang Feng had spent a whole day to complete all of this. When he opened his eyes again, the sound of gong knocking could be heard from Scholar Lin Xiaozhu.

After the ear-piercing sound of the gong ended, the waiter of the Han Shiju shop tugged at his throat and shouted, “Attention, guests. The entrance exam of the Chuni Academy is about to begin. Please go to the Rende Hall of the Han Shiju immediately. The exam will start in half an hour!”

“Is the examination going to start so soon?”

Jiang Feng was completely immersed in the forgery of the Divine Sense Spirit Palace, so he didn’t feel that a day had passed.

Jiang Feng stood up from his room. He reached out and touched Hu Zhanzi, who had grown a lot near his lips. Only then did he realize that he had spent quite a bit of time meditating.

Jiang Feng pulled open the door and went downstairs. He had just walked out of the Earth Armor when he met Yan Meng, who was heading this way.

When the two saw each other, they bowed to each other.

“Brother Ye.”

“Brother Yan.”

Yan Meng smiled and said, “I haven’t seen Brother Ye go out all day yesterday. Looks like Brother Ye has made a lot of preparations for today’s exam.”

Jiang Feng smiled embarrassedly and scratched the back of his head. In fact, Jiang Feng was rather embarrassed. After all, he had been meditating all day yesterday. He hadn’t finished reading a single page of the books Yan Meng had left him.

“Let’s go, Brother Ye. I’ll take you to Rende Hall.”

“Thank you, Brother Yan.”

Under Yan Meng’s lead, Jiang Feng was traveling through the Han Shi Ju. It was at this moment that Jiang Feng discovered that the Han Shi Ju had originally occupied a very large area.

The Qingyuan Mansion mansion in Wen Clan was considered large, but Jiang Feng roughly estimated that Han Shiju’s mansion occupied at least twice the area of the Wen Clan mansion.

Along the way, Yan Meng tirelessly told Jiang Feng about his experience in participating in the Qiuni College entrance examination.

“Brother Ye, if I’m not mistaken, this year’s exam of our Chuni Academy should be propositional.

In the past, most of the examinations were conducted in the form of Confucian insights, but this year was different from previous years. This year, Saint Wen will select six of the most talented disciples from this batch of students to become disciples of the Sage. That’s why I think Saint Wen will personally make the proposition. ”

When Yan Meng said this, he suddenly changed the topic. He looked at Jiang Feng and said, “Oh right, Brother Ye, every time you approach the Wen Qu Star Stone, it will have a violent reaction. This proves that Brother Ye’s talent in the Wen Dao is very high. Doesn’t that mean you have a good chance of being chosen by the Wen Sheng Sovereign and becoming a disciple of the Sage?”

Jiang Feng immediately smiled when he heard Yan Meng’s words. He turned to Yan Meng and asked, “By the way, Brother Yan, I’ve forgotten to ask you. Why did the Wen Sheng Society suddenly choose disciples from this group of people participating in the Qiuni Academy examination? Isn’t it better for him to directly choose disciples from the Qiuni Academy?”

“We don’t dare to rashly speculate on the meaning behind every decision of the Saint Sovereign.”

Yan Meng’s answer immediately made Jiang Feng roll his eyes. Fortunately, Yan Meng pointed to the front and said, “Brother Ye, the Benevolence Hall is done.”

Jiang Feng glanced in the direction Yan Meng was pointing in and saw that the door to the huge room was open. Through the door, he felt that the space inside was about the size of a football field.

Jiang Feng cupped his fists and bowed to Yan Meng, “Brother Yan, please lead the way. I’ll go in and prepare.”

“Go, Brother Ye. I will prepare some wine and dishes in the room and wait for good news.”

“Alright, let me borrow Brother Yan’s good fortune.”

After saying goodbye to Yan Meng, Jiang Feng walked into Rende Hall.

At this moment, the Rende Hall was already full. After Jiang Feng entered, he could only choose a corner to sit in.

There was a desk and a futon in front of every seat in Rende Hall, and there were ink, paper, and ink stones placed on the desk. Just as Jiang Feng sat on the futon, the word “Ye Ye” appeared in the upper right corner of the desk in front of him.

Jiang Feng looked at the name “Ye Ye” and smiled. He closed his eyes and rested his mind. The discussions of the surrounding people kept coming to his ears.

“I’m afraid the disciple of the Sage has the best chance of being selected this time is Yu Xiaoyu, right? After all, he is the only son of the Minister of Official Affairs, Yu Xinji.”

“What is a Minister of the Ministry of Officials? The young sect master of the Sacred Dipper Profound Sect, Ximen Ye, said that you didn’t see him. The sect master of the Sacred Dipper Profound Sect is a dignified Sub-Saint.”

“Duan Guyun, a member of the Shao Clan from the Duan Clan in Dongjie Province, is also here. He is a Wen Dao genius that even the Zhou Li Sect’s Old Granny praises.”

Jiang Feng remembered several names from these discussions. At this moment, a crisp bell rang in Rende Hall.

“Ladies and gentlemen, our Kong Clan’s Qiuni College entrance exam is now officially starting. This exam is in the form of a proposition. Please look at the questions.”

A golden light suddenly appeared right in front of Rende Hall. The golden light left behind the word “university” in the air.

Obviously, the subject of the examination this time is-university.

In fact, the word “university” has two meanings, one is the meaning of “erudite”, the other is “great learning” relative to primary school.

Generally speaking, students from Confucian sects enter primary schools first to learn the basic cultural knowledge and etiquette of “sweeping and dealing with advancement and retreat, etiquette and music shooting and imperial books”,

It was not until adulthood that he began to enter university, studying ethics, politics, philosophy, and the like.

Therefore, at this moment, these people in Rende Hall were facing the topic of “University”. Whether they should start from “erudite learning” or “great learning” was their respective understanding and choice.

Jiang Feng tilted his head and was still typing his abdominal drafts when he suddenly felt that the entire Rende Hall was covered by a powerful divine sense.

This divine sense was extremely powerful. It was so powerful that ordinary people simply couldn’t sense its existence. Only Jiang Feng’s divine soul power was sensitive, so he instantly sensed it.

Jiang Feng didn’t need to guess, he knew that such a powerful divine sense was definitely emitted by Saint Kong Qiuni.

“It seems that this old fellow surnamed Kong is really planning to choose a disciple from this group of people. If this old fellow blindly picks me as his disciple for a moment, what will the result be like?”

Jiang Feng’s lips curled into a faint smile when he thought of this. He directly picked up the brush from his desk.

Jiang Feng used a brush to dip his ink into the inkstone. Just as he was about to put the brush on the paper, the brush actually didn’t listen to Jiang Feng’s instructions and moved the tip of the brush to the side.

“Haha, interesting.”

Jiang Feng smiled and shook his head. Only then did he understand that this examination was not simple at all.

It’s not enough that you can write an article on the subject of “University”. You have to have a superb divine sense in order to write an article.

Jiang Feng held his breath and focused. The fake Spiritual Palace of Divine Sense in his sea of consciousness immediately began to gather the fake Spiritual Sense to stabilize the brush in his hand.

This time, when Jiang Feng finished writing again, the brush didn’t have any deviation, not even the slightest bit of shaking.

The tip of Jiang Feng’s pen landed on the paper, and the dragon and snake began to write.

“The way of university, in Ming De, in the people, in the best.

After knowing the end, there is a decision. After knowing the end, there will be peace. After peace, there will be peace. After peace, there will be worry. After worry, there will be gain.

Things have their roots, things have their ends. Knowing the sequence, is the shortest way.

Ancient desire to clear virtue in the world, the first governance of the country;

To cure the country, first qi its home;

Those who wish to join their families, cultivate their bodies first … ”

Jiang Feng’s article “University” began with three outlines and eight goals.

The three principles are “Ming De”, “Qin Min” and “Stop at the Extreme Good”, which are divided into eight categories: material, knowledge, integrity, sincerity, self-cultivation, Qi Clan, ruling the country, and peace of the world, respectively. The three principles are “Ming De”, “Qin Min”, and “Stop at the Extreme Good”.

All of this came from the great-grandson of the Confucius Temple, known as the “sect sage”, who was regarded as one of the four matches of the Confucius Temple on Earth.

At the beginning, Jiang Feng was only writing this “University” with the intention of plagiarizing. However, when Jiang Feng wrote it, it was accompanied by the power of his soul. Therefore, Jiang Feng was gradually comprehending this “University” with his own soul.

When Jiang Feng wrote “Whoever wants to join his family, cultivate his body first”, Jiang Feng did not notice that all the black words on his paper had turned golden.

Jiang Feng continued to write. When he wrote, “After knowing it, I will be sincere. After I am sincere, I will be righteous. After I am righteous, I will cultivate. After I am righteous, I will cultivate. After I am righteous, I will rule the country. After the country is ruled, the world will be peaceful.” At that moment, all the words on the paper turned into strands of golden light that flew into Jiang Feng’s forehead.

Jiang Feng discovered that his fake Spiritual Palace of Divine Sense had actually derived true Spiritual Sense power. This Spiritual Sense power was not the Spiritual Sense power that Jiang Feng derived after cultivating his Spiritual Spirit power to the extreme, but a pure Wen Dao power that entered Jiang Feng’s fake Spiritual Palace of Divine Sense and formed a pure Spiritual Sense power.

Jiang Feng’s heart skipped a beat. He secretly shouted, “No … can’t it be? I just randomly plagiarized an article like this, and a strange phenomenon of writing to convey the Dao appeared?”

Jiang Feng closed his eyes and silently absorbed the pure power of divine sense. He gradually came to a conclusion that this was the power of divine sense that was automatically generated after the appearance of the phenomenon of writing to convey dao in embroidered articles.

This kind of power could be said to be the power that every scholar dreamed of the most, because its purity was more than a hundred times greater than the power of ordinary divine sense.

Moreover, the power of divine sense that was cultivated on the basis of this power was not something that ordinary people could compare to the power of divine sense that they cultivated.

“Ye Ye of Rende Hall, are you willing to acknowledge me as your master?”

A divine voice sounded, and a white light descended from the sky. Kong Qiuni’s divine sense incarnation appeared in front of Rende Hall.

Everyone in Rende Hall quickly knelt on the ground and bowed to Kong Qiuni, shouting, “Venerable Saint Wen.”

Jiang Feng was the only one who remained motionless as he opened his eyes and continued to write before he had finished his “University” …