Chapter 304 Ten rings is the limit!
Academy.
The bell rings seven times.
at this time.
There was silence.
Those who were still reading books in the Sutra Pavilion were not curious about such important things and did not want to read them, but when they heard the seventh ring of the bell, their souls were trembling, and a kind of regret came from their hearts. .
Such a big deal.
Witness a moment in history.
them……
Actually choose!
miss!
this moment.
They really want to slap themselves hard.
…
"Already seven times!" Su Yaoyao's dark and bright eyes showed shock. Even if she had some trust in Jian Qingzhu's friends, the moment she was truly proven to be transcendent, mixed feelings emerged in her heart.
This is the Zhenwu Great Sage.
Top ten in history.
However.
It's so transcendent.
"No. 9 is really a monster!" Jian Qingzhu could still maintain a little composure. He knew that No. 9 was a monster. He might be surprised by this scene, but he also understood it.
However.
The dean of the academy appeared dazed for the first time.
"Seven bells!"
He murmured in his sleep.
This is the record of the Great Sage Zhenwu.
"Boom!"
And when everyone was immersed in the shocking emotion, the bell sounded as always, without giving anyone any room to react, and continued to ring the eighth tone, shaking everyone's soul.
"Clang!"
Like Hong Zhong Da Lu.
Completely shocked.
"puff!"
Nie Yong and others opened their mouths and sprayed blood, stared in horror, and said in disbelief: "The bell rings...eight times!"
It's been a long time.
Those who have achieved this.
Very few.
In the past ten thousand years, only Jian Qingzhu in the academy has achieved this, which is why he is recognized as a Confucian in the Confucian state. Even the Supreme Holy Palace has chosen to acquiesce, but now this person who has only entered the academy for one year has come. When he reaches the height of Confucianism, he is comparable to him and is the one who rings the eight bells.
"Uh-huh!"
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Almost instantly.
A figure as fast as lightning.
Falling from the sky.
One after another.
Swift as thunder.
In an instant.
I don’t know how many times it will come.
These are all great scholars from the academy. Some of them think very highly of themselves, and some are so arrogant that it doesn't matter if outside monks study and become saints. Great scholars abound in the academy, but as the eighth bell rings, all of them They couldn't sit still, not only them, but also those in the Sutra Pavilion, the courtyard, or the retreat place all came running crazy!
They rush.
Even though I know I can't catch up.
Still running wildly.
Witness a moment in history.
Even at the end.
It's also a blessing.
"Uh-huh!"
As a tall Confucian scholar arrived, all the figures descending in the air bowed and saluted, saying respectfully: "Dean!"
"Dean!"
"Dean!"
This person is the dean of the academy.
Master Jian Qingzhu!
Quasi-emperor level.
"The bell rings eight!" The dean of the academy breathed rapidly. At this time, he could no longer suppress the trembling in his heart. His wise eyes glowed with Confucianism and stared at him for a moment, wanting to see the words Chu Xun mentioned on the top floor of the academy. What kind of speech can make the Academy Tower chirp eight times? This is simply unbelievable.
"boom!"
But countless people in front of the academy tower could clearly see a bright golden light shining, blocking the dean of the academy from seeing. This made their hearts tremble. Even the dean couldn't look directly at what happened, and couldn't see Chu Xun. What did the old man in green shirt write about the words mentioned?
"snort!"
After being sworn, the dean of the academy just groaned, but before he could react, move forward to watch, or have other thoughts, the bell rang again.
"Boom!"
The bell rings nine.
Nine rings are the ultimate.
All of a sudden.
The entire academy.
It was eerily quiet.
"bell……!"
"The bell...!"
"Nine bells?!"
There is a wave in the hearts of countless people, gushing madly. They only know that nine rings is the ultimate. However, even the Confucian Jian Qingzhu, who is recognized by the academy and the Holy Palace, cannot do nine rings, but now the bell is ringing nine times.
"Uh-huh!"
In an instant.
Three figures with hazy bodies and shrouded in fairy mist appeared out of thin air. They seemed to be integrated with this world. If they were not present in person, no one would be able to notice their arrival.
Three quasi-emperors.
The quasi-emperor of the Academy.
Alarmed.
All came together.
There is no other reason.
The bell rings nine.
This achievement made even them unable to sit still. The figure sitting cross-legged in the hazy immortal aura whispered softly: "I think this person has not yet achieved the realm of a great sage. He has only condensed the great sage's path and fruit. If he takes the Confucian great sage's path and fruit Condensed into a saint, enough to inherit my lineage of Confucianism!"
"boom!"
Others are trembling!
This senior.
What are you talking about?
This means.
Is it possible?
Do you want Chu Xun to inherit Confucianism?
But didn't the academy already have a Confucian named Jian Qingzhu? However, they recalled what they had just experienced. The bell had already rang nine times. It seemed that no one could say anything if they really wanted to appoint him as the successor of the academy.
Just when people looked at Jian Qingzhu sympathetically.
suddenly.
"Boom!"
The bells are ringing.
The tenth tone.
Completely delivered.
At this moment.
Everyone forgot the words of the quasi-emperor. Instead, their pupils were dilated. Everyone's mind seemed to be short of oxygen and fell into stillness. In their hearts, they were trembling wildly. What did they just hear?
"Ten?"
"Ten sounds?"
The scholars who were running towards the academy stopped involuntarily, their faces full of confusion, and they murmured like zombies: "I seem to... hear the tenth sound?"
In front of the academy tower.
It was also in silence.
It was completely silent.
The silence was terrifying.
The dean of the academy.
The three quasi-emperors.
All were quiet.
After a while, a quasi-emperor's pupils suddenly opened, bursting out a strong beam of light and staring at the academy tower, wanting to tear it apart. What words did the old man in green clothes on the top floor write?
The bell rang ten times.
It was ten times!
Another quasi-emperor was shocked and took a deep breath, his scalp tingling. In all cognition, the peak of the Academy Tower is ten, because this has been confirmed by all generations, even the spirit of the old man in white clothes with long eyebrows also recognized this. Now the tenth bell rang, not only them, but even the spirit of the weapon was stunned.
Bell sound?
Can it ring ten more times?
Almost instinctively.
A sentence emerged in the mind of the spirit of the weapon.
Ten rings is the limit.
His eyes moved away from Chu Xun stiffly, and saw the four sentences of Hengqu written on the stone tablet, and finally whispered softly: [Establish a mind for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, inherit the unique knowledge of the past saints, and open peace for all generations! ]
It seems that under such shocking remarks.
The bell rang ten times.
It may not be unacceptable.
ps: There is more to come!