Literary spirit rises!

At this moment, Chen Shaojun's literary spirit exploded.

When one's literary spirit rises, it is a sign that a literary person has crossed the threshold of knowledge, and it is also a sign that knowledge has reached the realm of a "student".

Chen Shaojun was often ridiculed in the past because he was not very literary and was still far from being a real scholar.

Although he belongs to the lowest level in the "student" realm, there is no doubt that Chen Shaojun has truly stepped into the door.

"I didn't expect that reading can really enhance literary talent. The ancient sages said that there is a house of gold in the book, and there is a beauty in the book. Don't deceive me."

Chen Shaojun covered the book with bright eyes.

Although he was born with excellent understanding, even his master Beidou Immortal Lord praised him, but after two reincarnations, this was the first time that Chen Shaojun truly studied Confucian theory.

Immersed in the world of the book, Chen Shaojun can clearly feel the changes in himself.

As his literary Qi grew, his mental power also increased significantly.

"If you can reach the level of a Wen Dao Grandmaster, you will be much safer during the catastrophes in the future."

Chen Shaojun said secretly in his heart.

There is a secret rule in the Three Realms. Among all the ways, Confucian texts and knowledge are protected by the way of heaven. If you can master Confucian knowledge and practice martial arts in the future, reaching a very high level, when facing a natural disaster, you will be protected by the way of heaven.

The natural punishment will be much smaller.

This has an incomparable effect on martial arts experts.

This is also an important reason why Chen Shaojun entered the Confucian Temple and studied literature.

However, it is difficult to improve in Confucianism and Taoism, and even the most powerful people will find it difficult to reach the state of a master of literature and Taoism.

This is completely different from the martial arts that can be improved by practicing hard.

So it also varies from person to person.

However, it may not be a chance for Chen Shaojun to be reincarnated into a literary family in this life.

"It's not enough just to improve your literary skills. You must find ways to continue to improve."

Almost subconsciously, Chen Shaojun turned to look at other bookshelves.

I just read a book, and in such a short time, I reached the state of literary enlightenment, and there are many such classics in the Confucian Temple.

"If I read all the books here, my literary skills will at least increase several times."

Chen Shaojun was excited and quickly picked up a book "Young Learning Jungle" from the bookshelf and started reading it.

The next moment, the literary energy in Chen Shaojun's body grew again.

Bits and pieces of literary spirit were once again poured into Chen Shaojun's mind. After finishing "Young School Jungle" in his hands, Chen Shaojun's talent unexpectedly skyrocketed again.

Two liters of literary spirit!

Such an astonishing advance would probably shock even the great Confucians and masters here.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Shaojun took another book from the bookshelf and read it.

Half an hour later——

Literary spirit rises three times!

After reaching this level, Chen Shaojun can clearly feel that his mental power has increased a lot.

At this point, the growth of Wenqi has decreased, but is still rapid.

Chen Shaojun was still immersed in it, completely forgetting the time, and only the literary spirit all over his body was advancing by leaps and bounds.

Literary spirit is rising!

Unknowingly, Chen Shaojun's literary energy soared four levels, and he gradually slowed down after reaching the fourth level of literary energy.

In the past, Chen Shaojun’s tomb was covered in dust, so it could not rise even a single liter.

Until now, it was considered his true level.

As the stars moved around, the sky gradually became darker and darker, and soon the moon and stars became scarce.

"about there."

Chen Shaojun straightened up and stretched, and gradually felt a little sleepy. Reading and trying to figure out the essence also requires physical strength, and it cannot be continued like this forever.

Chen Shaojun quickly walked out. A gust of night wind blew by, and a few leaves fluttered in the wind and flew over.

Chen Shaojun stretched out his hand to catch it, and a dead leaf the size of a fingernail immediately fell into his palm.

"Late spring is gentle and windy, and everything is flourishing. It is the time for trees to grow. Moreover, the Confucian Temple is full of cultural atmosphere, and all the trees grow tall and prosperous. How can there be dead leaves?"
Chapter completed!