The First Saint of Dan Dao

Chapter 796 Breaking the Defense

Seven days later.

The few of them passed two checkpoints safely and came to a courtyard. On the plaque on the gate were two powerful characters - Study.

"It should be the inheritance of the Saint of Literature." Jun Ting deduced.

"Almost." Xie Yunxuan nodded.

"Let's go in and take a look." Zhang Mohen said excitedly.

Everyone pushed open the gate and went in.

A bluestone path leads directly to the main entrance of the study.

The cracks in the stone slabs were covered with moss, and a little moss had climbed up the edges of the slabs.

The yard is surrounded by green bamboos, which make slight rustling sounds when the breeze blows through.

The courtyard is filled with a simple, mellow, elegant and fresh atmosphere.

When I walked into the study, I found that the space was huge.

Sunlight shines in through the carved wooden windows, creating mottled shadows on the ground.

There are heavy bookshelves on the east, west and south walls, filled with a large number of books.

The bookshelf is a little old, showing that it has gone through a long time.

On the north side of the study, there is a huge desk with writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone on it.

An old man in a gray robe and with gray hair stood with his back to the crowd and facing the north wall, holding a brush in his hand.

Just by looking at his back, one can recognize that he is a literary saint.

On the wall opposite the Sage of Literature, there are five maxims.

"I wish I could have the Dharma of the universe, to protect all people in the world and make them happy, and to be as stable as a mountain in the face of wind and rain!"

"The road is long and long, and I will search up and down!"

"Although there are thousands of people, I am going!"

“Before you worry about the world, be happy after the world is happy!”

"Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living and the people, carry forward the unique teachings of the past saints, and create peace for all generations!"

Wensheng kept muttering: "Let me write something similar, let me write something similar..."

When everyone saw the five sentences on the wall, they couldn't help but gasp.

Especially the last sentence, which is deafening.

"You are worthy of being called a literary saint. With just a few words, you can shock people from the bottom of their hearts!" Xu Ningshuang praised.

"The last sentence is so grand, it makes my scalp tingle!" Xie Yunxuan took a deep breath, looking shocked.

"Fuck! Good!" Sun Zhanyue's evaluation was simple and crude.

"Every sentence is profound and worthy of praise. Is this the inheritance of the literary saint?" Shen Yajing asked curiously.

As a scholar, Zhang Mohen could better understand the connotation of these sentences. After reading them, he felt as if his mind exploded and he stood there for a moment, stunned.

These five sentences...are absolutely amazing!

Tang Yan was also a little dazed at this moment.

Weren’t the first four sentences left by myself in the mine in the Chosen Secret Realm?

The latter sentence was also said to Wen Sheng in the chosen secret realm.

How could he appear in the Tianaixu secret realm?

I remember that some of these sentences also appeared in the "Secret Realm of the Dark World". Perhaps the scattered soul of Wensheng can establish some connections.

After a while, Zhang Mohen finally came back to his senses from the shock and bowed to Wensheng: "Student Zhang Mohen, greetings to Wensheng!"

"Let me write something similar..." Wensheng turned a deaf ear and continued muttering to the wall.

Seeing that Wen Sheng did not respond, Zhang Mohen exuded a righteous aura and floated towards Wen Sheng, trying to wake Wen Sheng up in this way.

Unfortunately, Wensheng was unaware of it and did not give him any response.

"Brother Tang, what do you think?" Zhang Mohen looked at Tang Yan for help.

Tang Yan speculated: "The above five sentences were not written by the sage of literature. He said 'Let me write something similar', which probably means he wanted to write a sentence that could be comparable to the above five sentences.

If Brother Zhang can do it, there is a high probability that he can awaken Wensheng."

"Aren't these five sentences written by the Sage of Literature? Apart from the Sage of Literature, who else can write such profound words?" Everyone looked at Tang Yan with great doubt.

Tang Yan did not explain. He had already told Zhang Mohen his thoughts. It was up to the other party to believe it or not.

"Brother Tang's speculation is not without reason. We can give it a try." Zhang Mohen chose to believe Tang Yan. He stood with Wen Sheng, staring at the north wall in a daze.

Tang Yan had nothing to do, so he just started browsing the books on the bookshelf.

The others originally wanted to practice, but after spending these days together, they had already regarded Tang Yan as a role model and subconsciously imitated Tang Yan's words and deeds.

Seeing Tang Yan reading, they followed suit and picked a book to read.

Soon, the eyelids of several people began to fight.

Boom!

Sun Zhanyue banged his head on the bookshelf and fell into a deep sleep.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

“I can’t think of it, I can’t think of it!

It’s too difficult, too difficult!

This is already the pinnacle of literature, how can I start writing? No matter how I start writing, it won’t be right! What is the solution to this problem?" Zhang Mohen grabbed his hair in pain, his mental state gradually becoming insane.

"Huh? Are we setting off?" Sun Zhanyue, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up and asked in confusion.

Jun Ting felt that his junior brother was a little embarrassed, so he hurried to save the face of the Sword Alliance and advised: "Brother Zhang, don't worry. If it doesn't work, let's explore the next secret realm. You can think about it slowly on the way."

"I can't figure it out, I will never figure it out in my lifetime! Even calling the dean won't help!" Zhang Mohen's eyes were red and he was on the verge of collapse.

"Mr. Tang, do you have any solution?" Xu Ningshuang asked subconsciously.

"All the articles in the world come from academies. If the academy is not good, others can forget about it!" Zhang Mohen said proudly.

"It's not that we can't write, but we're worried about stealing the academy's inheritance." Tang Yan suddenly spoke.

Zhang Mohen laughed when he heard this: "Brother Tang is really humorous. This inheritance has no owner. You can take it if you want!"

"Then let me give it a try!" Tang Yan took out a brush from the desk, dipped it in ink, and waved it on the wall:

"The sky is moving vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement. The terrain is turbulent, and a gentleman carries things with great virtue."

As the words fell, a golden light flashed, and countless literary energy fell from the wall and seeped into the body of Wensheng.

"Good! Good! A gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement and be magnanimous and tolerant!" Wensheng suddenly spoke, and he was no longer in the chaotic state of soul-leaving.

Zhang Mohen standing aside had a dazed look on his face.

No buddy, how did you write that?

Wensheng was awakened by you just like that?

Why???

At this moment, Zhang Mohen's defense was severely broken.

I studied hard day and night, but in the end I'm not as good as a lousy alchemist?

Could it be that all the books I read over the years have gone to dogs?

"Junior Tang Yan, nice to meet the Sage of Literature." Tang Yan bowed.

"No need to be polite, my friend, we meet again!" Wensheng said with a smile.

When these words were spoken, everyone present was stunned.

Have Tang Yan and Wen Sheng met before?

"Senior, can your divine consciousness connect different planes?" Tang Yan asked doubtfully.

"That's right." Wensheng nodded with a smile: "My friend, you have extraordinary literary talent. I still think the five sentences you wrote are profound and meaningful even now.

I didn’t expect that you could write new and amazing words.

Much better than my useless disciples!"

The others' eyes almost popped out.

Were those five sentences also written by Tang Yan?

Zhang Mohen felt like the sky was falling!

Academy...is it the orthodox literary and moral institution?

At this moment, he deeply empathized with the three disciples of the Sword Alliance, Po Chen, Shen Yajing, and Guo Zhanfeng!

"Thank you for your praise, senior. The academy is full of cultural atmosphere and talented people. I am far from being as good as them." Tang Yan said modestly.

"My friend, there is no need to be modest! I saw that you seemed to want to start writing. Do you have any good sentences?" Wensheng asked with a smile.

"No more." Tang Yan shook his head.

"Write a sentence." Wensheng advised.

"Okay." Tang Yan no longer refused, turned around and wrote another sentence on the wall - If you are poor, you should take care of yourself; if you are rich, you should help the world.

Wensheng stared at this sentence for a long time, and suddenly said: "You are naturally gifted in literature and full of righteousness, which makes you very suitable for practicing literature.

I will leave my inheritance to you. With my inheritance and your talent, it will be easy for you to become a saint!"