Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time

Chapter 100: Green Mountain Sword Drinks the Righteousness, Viewing the Age in the Literary Monument (1)

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The secluded path led straight into the thatched cottage.

Starlight and moonlight sprinkled down, covering the thatched roof with a light gauze that was like snow.

Under the eaves, the two of them sat opposite each other and brewed tea with a charcoal stove.

Above the carbon furnace, boiling water was noisy. Tea leaves were floating and sinking in the furnace with the boiling water.

The two old men sat around the charcoal stove. The heat in the stove dispelled the coldness of spring. The time written on their paper was indeed the same. They thought that An Le would be out of the Heart Questioning Forest in fifteen minutes.

However, the two of them obtained the same answer. They were both wrong. It had only been less than half that time since An Le ended his painting and went through the forest. It was faster than they had expected.

“He completed the heart questioning in 7-5 minutes. The path was unobstructed, and the bamboo parted for him. This child… has found a new path.”

First Headmaster Zhu Huoxi sighed softly. “You and I are both old. There are actually times when we make a mistake.”

“Fifteen minutes out of the forest is the fastest speed in the thousand years of our Great Zhao. It was created by Su Zhanxian, who was so talented in literature that he attracted the righteousness.”

“However, I never expected that this record would be broken today.”

Third Headmaster Wang Banshan stroked his beard and lowered his eyes. He looked at the tea leaves floating up and down in the furnace and shook his head with a smile.

“Looks like this child has gained a lot in the Heart Questioning Forest. Perhaps he has sorted out his future path and has a clear enough plan for his future path. Only then can he leave the Heart Questioning Forest unimpeded.”

Zhu Huoxi stroked his beard and chuckled. “This child is really suitable for our Literary Department. Headmaster Banshan, why don’t you try to pull him back?”

“Since the Literary Department can’t keep him, why embarrass ourselves?” Wang Banshan said softly.

Zhu Huoxi fell silent.

“If scholars are tainted with some bad habits, they will lose their purity, and the fog on the road will become even thicker. How can the Literary Department retain such a genius now? All these years, the Martial Temple has produced outstanding talents who take it upon themselves to reclaim their homeland. Ye Longsheng, Zhong Shiji, Di Cang, Han Zhongyuan… Who do we have in the

Literary Department?”

“Li You’an? Su Zhanxian? They haven’t entered the Literary Department at all.” Wang Banshan said softly as if he was muttering with a hint of helplessness.

“It’s not just the Literary Department. It’s the same for the entire Imperial

Court. The aura of extravagance is a facade for the decay-like maggots inside. If I were to decide, I would definitely change everything boldly.” Wang Banshan drank a mouthful of tea angrily.

Zhu Huoxi sighed.

He could not help but turn to look at Wang Banshan. He could see that this Third Headmaster of the Literary Department seemed to have a ball of fire in his eyes as if he wanted to ignite a prairie fire.

Wang Banshan poured a cup of hot tea for Zhu Huoxi. The two of them held the tea and sat under the roof, looking up at the long river in the spring night.

After a long while, Zhu Huoxi chuckled. “Do whatever you want. Heaven and earth are reasonable. Within the scope of reason, I will help you.”

Wang Banshan chuckled. He raised his teacup and gently knocked it against Zhu Huoxi’s.

It was as if the two of them were not drinking tea but fine wine.

As soon as he took a sip of the dust and cleared his mind, he felt that his lips were all cool and calm.

Although there were no five thousand scrolls of words in his chest, the new poem was enough to chase after the late dream.

A scholar had no appearance of wealth to begin with. Why pursue something he could not enjoy?

Above the bamboo sea, the evening breeze blew gently.

Several Primordial Spirit figures appeared on it, shining like starlight.

Zhao Huangting laughed loudly. His Primordial Spirit mental power had seen through the sea of bamboo in the Heart Questioning Forest, and he could see that the agile but realistic ink bamboo. At this moment, Zhao Huangting knew that this was An Le’s ink bamboo.

“As expected of the Heart Questioning Forest that has been passed down for ten thousand years in the Literary Department. Although the Literary Department has produced some heartless people like Qin Lishi over the years, there’s nothing to say about the Literary Department’s foundation.”

Zhao Huangting laughed loudly, but he didn’t mind the Literary Department at all.

Li You’an, Madam Hua, and Fourth Master Lin, who had sneaked over, chuckled and sighed.

Leaving the Heart Questioning Forest at 7-5 minutes meant one thing. An Le’s mental state had been baptized and he had seen through the confusion in his

meal L.

In the future, it would definitely be a smooth journey. No flowers could blur his eyes and mess up his Dao heart.

It was impossible for a Tofu Dao heart like Luo Qingchen to do this.

“Good lord, the Literary Department has invested a lot this time. Yesterday’s

Literary Monument move made them not hesitate to take out the Heart Questioning Forest. They’re planning to sell a favor and form a good relationship.”

Zhao Huangting saw through the motives of the three Headmasters of the Literary Department at a glance.

“An Le indeed received help in the Heart Questioning Forest. He consolidated his Dao heart and cleansed his mental state. Their goal of forming good karma has been achieved.”

Madam Hua’s Primordial Spirit floated like a Nine Heavens Goddess. Her eyes flickered as she spoke.

“This child’s style of painting ink bamboo has changed. Although he created the ink bamboo sect in the past, I keep feeling that his bamboo… is imitating his predecessors. Now, it has its own spirituality.”

Li You’an nodded. He was more concerned about the evolution of An Le’s ink bamboo.

“This is the use of the Heart Questioning Forest. The Literary Department, which has been passed down for ten thousand years, has a deep foundation.” Zhao Huangting was overjoyed.

Li You’an’s Primordial Spirit placed his hands behind his back and looked past the bamboo sea to see the Literary Monument that was shining with starlight in the hut pavilion.

His eyes flickered, but no one knew what he was thinking.

Everyone’s Primordial Spirits had yet to dissipate. It was rare for them to appear here, so they naturally had to see if An Le could gain anything from the Literary Monument.

The Heart Questioning Forest was an opportunity, but in front of the Literary Monument, it was unknown if An Le could obtain a greater opportunity.

Therefore, they were all curious..