Peerless Taoist

Every book was placed in a pitch black bookshelf. This was the specialty of the East Victory Galaxy, the "Green Sky Wood." Every piece was extremely precious.    

In the middle of the study was a long table. There were seven or eight books piled on top of it, and beside it were brushes, ink, and inkstones. The ink on them had not been completely dried yet. It seemed that the owner often read and wrote here.    

Sitting in this place, one's mood would involuntarily become much calmer. Many distracting thoughts would unknowingly dissipate into nothingness.    

"Some of these scriptures seem to be Zhang Hong's work."    

Lu Yu looked at the few scriptures around him and could not help but pick them up and flip through them.    

In his previous life, he had been wandering around and rarely had the chance to calm down and read. After obtaining the Confucianism Law, coupled with the memories of the Tai Qian Emperor, he could be considered to have read tens of thousands of books.    

However, Lu Yu was still rather unfamiliar with Zhang Hong. Many of the memories of Emperor Taiqian's residual soul that he obtained had already disappeared. And in his previous life, he had never dealt with this Sage Wen.    

Back then, when he had gone to the Emperor Capital to challenge the Emperor Tai Qian, none of the three Sage Wen had made an appearance.    

However, even though he had never confronted these three Sage Wen directly, Lu Yu knew that their foundations were absolutely not inferior to Emperor Tai Qian's.    

In the entire Heaven Realm, there were countless genius experts. However, there were only a few scholars in the Wen Saint realm. Even in ancient times, it was difficult to give birth to Wen Sages. Not to mention the fact that the universe was reversed and the Great Dao was incomplete, it was even more difficult to become a Scholarly Sage.    

"This is an ancient book that explains Confucianism. As expected of a literary sage, each of its explanations has its own unique aspects."    

Lu Yu casually picked up a book. On it were the words Heavenly Water Scripture's Note.    

In ancient times, there was once a scholar saint who was famous for his ability to control water. When he talked and discussed Dao with his disciples, he often did it on the surface of the water. There was also the Heavenly Water Classic, which was the only few books that had been passed down since ancient times, and they were extremely precious.    

It was just that these ancient books were obscure and hard to understand. Even in the ancient times, many of the scriptures' meaning could only be understood by direct disciples.    

The scholar saint Zhang Hong had made many unique insights into the 'Heavenly Water Scripture'. Lu Yu's eyes had already lit up when he finished reading it from the beginning to the end.    

Every word and sentence in this book had a detailed explanation. It seemed like he was afraid that others would not understand, and he even used small words to make notes in some places. It could be said that he was very careful.    

It could be said that even a person who had never cultivated Confucianism before would gain a lot after reading through the entire book.    

"Zhang Hong is indeed worthy of being called a Sage. Although I have never seen him before, looking at the book he wrote, I can already see the words as if they were his face."    

Lu Yu couldn't help but start reading.    

After reading carefully, a line of text suddenly appeared in front of Lu Yu. These words piled up together, forming a line of principles that was engraved in Lu Yu's mind.    

Every sentence in a scripture of this level contained a profound meaning. If one wanted to completely understand it, it was impossible without sufficient foundation.    

Fortunately, Lu Yu already had a deep foundation. With just a glance at these scriptures, he would be able to memorize and even memorize them.    

As Lu Yu continued to read, the Confucianism Law in Lu Yu's body began to be perfected bit by bit.    

It was as if he was sitting next to a strange stream. There were several people sitting cross-legged and casually discussing the Dao. One mantra after another flowed into his mind.