I really became a king.

Chapter 325: Capturing the Mountain and Locking the Mountain

"I sail on the sea of ​​learning and climb the mountain of books. Even if the boat capsizes or the mountain falls, I will still be with you!"

Jiang Yi stood tall and straight, and under the gaze of 100,000 people in the huge inner square, he repeated the sentence again. The whole scene fell silent again.

This sentence was like a bolt of thunder out of nowhere, deafening.

"I would like to go with you, sir!"

Then, tens of thousands of book craftsmen who had gathered in the square outside the palace gate, although still with the dejected and hopeless looks on their faces, became much more solemn and all bowed in a certain direction.

It was this voice that gave today's grand court meeting an inexplicable sense of tragedy and grandeur.

Dong Chengyang's lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but Jiang Yi had already turned around and faced the three figures who had spoken before.

"Greetings from the three marquises." Jiang Yi said with a bow.

The three figures straightened their expressions, slightly turned their bodies, and then responded in unison: "Greetings, Your Majesty."

The three of them had been stationed at the border for a long time and had never met Prince Yi, but they had long heard of his great reputation and showed a respect from the bottom of their hearts.

But that's all. The abolition of all schools in the world is imperative today. In addition to their selfish motives as a wealthy family, they also have the intention of increasing revenue and reducing expenditure.

They have been in the important towns of the Nine Frontiers for many years and know the suffering of material shortages. Although the funds consumed by the Tianxia Academy every year cannot completely solve the material shortages in the border areas, it can improve a lot.

The scene of Jiang Yi stepping out was both expected and unexpected by many people, but everyone understood that this would be the last chance for Tianxia Academy.

Especially Dong Chengyang and tens of thousands of calligraphers outside the palace, they all stood up straight, because they knew that this Prince Yi would be their last chance.

There were also many people who looked at this scene coldly with a look of disapproval in their hearts. They were very curious about how this Prince Yi had managed to turn the tide before the turbulent situation.

Jiang Yi first looked at one of the three generals and said, "I have a few questions I would like to ask you, Lord Marquis. Is that okay?"

Pan Ning, the Marquis of Fenyong, bowed and replied, "Your Majesty, please feel free to ask."

Jiang Yi nodded and said, "I wonder if the Marquis can read?"

Marquis Fenyong Pan Ning frowned, as if he felt that this question should not come from the mouth of a prince. It would be too presumptuous for him to use this to turn the tables.

But he still replied: "Naturally I can read."

"Who taught you this?" Jiang Yi asked again.

Pan Ning frowned again and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. I didn't learn this from these book craftsmen. I learned it from my father."

Jiang Yi nodded to show that he understood, and did not care about the other meanings in the other party's smile. He continued to ask: "I heard that the Marquis has a son who is already an adult. I think he can read and write. If I am not mistaken, it should be taught by the Marquis himself."

"Yes, it belongs to Professor Ben Hou."

"Fathers teach their sons, sons teach their grandsons, and this goes on from generation to generation. I think the Marquis will agree that literacy is helpful in practicing martial arts."

Hearing Jiang Yi's words, Fenyong Marquis Pan Ning nodded without denying it, but he said, "Your Majesty is right, but it has nothing to do with the bookmaker."

What he meant was that his family had its own tradition of reading and writing, and there was no need for a book craftsman.

Jiang Yi smiled and did not comment. Instead, he asked, "I heard that your great-grandfather was well-read and a man of many talents. I wonder how your great-grandfather compares to you?"

A trace of pride remained on the face of Fenyong Marquis Pan Ning, who nodded and said, "Yes, my great-grandfather was very well-versed in this area, but I am far inferior to him, and even my father and grandfather are far inferior to him."

There was a hint of longing and yearning in his eyes. His great-grandfather was the first person after his ancestor to practice the family martial arts to the peak.

"My Lord, do you think your son is better than you in literacy?"

Hearing Jiang Yi's words, Pan Ning frowned and said in a deep voice: "He is far inferior to me."

"Your Excellency, why don't you imagine that in the future your son will have a son, that is, your grandson. Will he be able to surpass his father in literacy?"

The expression of Fenyong Hou Pan Ning suddenly became silent. He had never thought about this question seriously before, but after hearing what Jiang Yi said, he couldn't help but think about it carefully.

Among all the noble families in the entire Dali Dynasty, his lineage had the most prosperous literary style and was relatively the most valued. Especially in the era of his great-grandfather, the literary style reached its peak.

However, after his great-grandfather, the literary style of his grandfather, father, and even himself was getting worse and worse. Especially by the time of his son's generation, there was no longer the innate advantage of a family with literary style.

And by the time his grandchildren come to power, I'm afraid it will be even more decadent.

Jiang Yi spoke again at this time, asking: "If this continues, do you think that after three generations, the Pan family will become a completely illiterate family?"

There was no longer the previous calmness in his words, and they were extremely sharp.

Pan Ning, who had been full of confidence, suddenly fell silent. He was illiterate and his words seemed a bit exaggerated, but they did not seem to be alarmist.

Each generation is already weaker than the previous one. If it continues to be passed down from generation to generation like this, one day there will be nothing left to pass on. I'm afraid the family will really become an illiterate family.

Looking at Pan Ning who was lost in thought, Jiang Yi stopped paying attention to him and turned to face the second figure. The man in front of him was also a frontier warrior.

Seeing Jiang Yi looking at Ziji, Wuyao Hou Ji Shuyi's expression became serious, and he came to his senses from the previous conversation. He bowed and said, "Ji Shuyi respectfully asks the prince to teach me."

Jiang Yi did not make any excuses and went straight to the point: "If I remember correctly, the Wu Yaohou lineage's unique skills were created by our ancestors?"

Ji Shuyi nodded and said, "Yes, it was created by the first ancestor of the Ji family."

"It is said that the ancestors of the Ji family created more than just this martial art?"

Ji Shuyi's face flashed with pride, and he puffed out his chest and said, "Just as the prince said, after the first generation of ancestors, the second, third, and fourth generations of ancestors all created their own creations."

This is not a secret in the Dali Dynasty. It is almost common knowledge, and it is also the thing that the Wuyao Marquis Mansion is most proud of.

"I wonder if this self-created inheritance is still complete?" Jiang Yi asked.

"The blessings left by our ancestors, we dare not slack off in the slightest, so naturally everything is intact." Ji Shuyi replied. "Then I wonder how many of them have you completed? How is your progress?"

Hearing Jiang Yi's question, Ji Shuyi looked gloomy and shook his head, saying, "I am ashamed. Ji Shuyi feels ashamed of our ancestors. Each of these family-inherited and self-created unique skills is just enough to get started, and is far from the power of our ancestors."

Then he sighed again and said sadly: "To be honest with you, Your Highness, since the seventh generation of ancestors, no one in the Ji family has been able to perfect these family martial arts classics, and each generation is inferior to the previous one..."

Jiang Yi glanced at the other party and suddenly asked, "There have been rumors outside that Ji's self-created martial arts skills all came from an ancient book. I wonder if it is true?"

Ji Shuyi smiled, without any intention of covering up, and said with a smile: "It's not a rumor, but a well-known fact."

Jiang Yi nodded and continued, "If I am not mistaken, the Ji family's several self-created martial arts classics should all be practiced with reference to this ancient book, right?"

Ji Shuyi was not calm this time. He was shocked and did not answer directly. Instead, he asked, "How did the prince know?"

"Guessed." Jiang Yi smiled and continued, "If I'm not wrong, after the seventh generation of the Ji family, no one in the Ji family can fully understand this ancient book, right?"

"I wonder if my guess is correct?"

Ji Shuyi seemed to be thinking about something, then he raised his head to the sky and sighed, saying sadly: "The descendants of the Ji family are incompetent and are ashamed of their ancestors. Just as the prince said, since the seventh generation ancestor, the Ji family's literary style has gradually declined. Now, no one of the Ji family's descendants can understand that ancient book, so naturally they can't practice the family's unique skills..."

Seeing that the other party had understood what he meant, Jiang Yi stopped talking and was about to reincarnate and move on to the next target, but Ji Shuyi suddenly spoke.

"I heard that the prince has been fond of literature since he was young and has read a lot of books. I wonder if you are interested in reading my Ji family's ancient books?"

Jiang Yi was stunned. This ancient book was no secret in the Dali Dynasty. Anyone with a little power knew about it, but they never dared to pay any attention to it. After all, the Wu Yaohou Mansion had been passed down for so many years, and it had deep roots and was not something that could be easily provoked.

Moreover, over the years, the other party has always regarded this ancient book as a treasure and never showed it to anyone.

But it was really unexpected that he would take the initiative to invite an outsider like me to observe this ancient book today.

Jiang Yi frowned. He had many inheritances now and was not greedy for Ji's ancient book. He also didn't want to cause any unexpected trouble because of it, so he wanted to refuse.

But Ji Shuyi spoke again: "Don't be afraid of being laughed at by the prince. Now this ancient book has become a divine book in the Ji family. Only five people can understand it, so several family martial arts can't be practiced at all..."

"It's really ridiculous and pathetic. My Wu Yaohou family has several martial arts classics handed down from generation to generation, but now we can only practice the skills we got from outside."

"In fact, many people in the clan have begun to doubt the authenticity of this ancient book, or perhaps it is simply an act of our ancestors to fool the descendants, so we would like to ask Your Majesty to help identify it."

Jiang Yi thought to himself, is there such a good thing? But he said, "Have you thought it through? Can you make this decision?"

Ji Shuyi smiled and said, "What can't I decide? In the Ji family, apart from me who has luckily mastered the martial arts canon, no one else has been able to master it. How can I be qualified to make a decision?"

After saying that, he took out an ancient book as thick as the Kangxi Dictionary from the Sumeru bag in his arms and handed it directly to Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi looked at the other party and found that he actually carried such an important inheritance item with him without worrying about losing it along the way. It seemed that the other party really didn't care about this ancient book.

Things had come to this point, Jiang Yi stopped being pretentious and went straight to the point.

As soon as you pick it up, you can feel a long-standing ancient breath coming from your fingertips. This is indeed an antique with a deep heritage of time.

Looking up at the hundreds of thousands of eyes focused on his hands, Jiang Yi felt that it was a little inappropriate at this time and place, and wanted to postpone it to later.

But he was afraid that if he missed this opportunity, he would never be able to get in touch with this ancient book again. Ji Shuyi seemed to have noticed his hesitation and said something inexplicable.

"Don't you want to prove it, sir?"

Jiang Yi glanced at him, then turned around and looked around, knowing that he had no way out. However, as the other party said, this might be an opportunity to prove the Tianxia Academy.

However, Ji Shuyi's thoughts might not be simple. He was trying to dissuade his own army. If he, a well-read person, did not understand anything in public, it would indirectly prove the theory that studying was useless.

According to the information obtained by Ying Ge, the Wu Yaohou in front of him was on the side of secular martial arts on the surface, but secretly had some unclear relationship with the secular sects.

Moreover, before making this decision, the other party glanced at Ye Xinmei, and it seems that he had received some instructions.

In this case, there is nothing to hesitate about, and for the sake of all the academies in the world, the arrow has to be shot.

"Thank you very much, My Lord." Jiang Yi smiled and opened the ancient book in his hand without any hesitation.

At first glance, the opening is an essay in classical Chinese, describing mountains, rivers and hills. And unlike ordinary classical Chinese, the words are obscure and difficult to understand. Even reading it is stumbling and cannot form a sentence at all.

But from the first sight, Jiang Yi was attracted. The golden little man in the mountain and water martial realm in his body suddenly opened his eyes, waved his hand, and the Luofu Cave Heaven Seal that had been refining on the iron furnace in front of him fell lightly to the ground.

The lotus soul fire that had been wrapping the cave seal floated up and turned into a thumb-sized fire lotus in the blink of an eye, disappearing between the eyebrows of the golden man.

The golden figure sat on the nine-petal red lotus pedestal, slowly closed his eyes again, and entered a mysterious state of evolution.

At the moment when the golden man closed his eyes, Jiang Yi also sat cross-legged on the ground, reading the first chapter at a glance.

In the inner square with a capacity of 100,000 people, the only sound was that of Jiang Yi flipping pages of a book. Moreover, Jiang Yi flipped pages very quickly, turning to the next page in less than ten seconds.

It didn't take long to finish reading the first chapter. Then he closed the ancient book and started reading it again from the beginning.

Wu Yaohou looked at Jiang Yi's speed in flipping through the book with a sneer on his face. His first ancestor once left a family precept that when flipping through this ancient book, one must calm down and read it word by word carefully.

But this Prince Yi flips through the pages so quickly that I’m afraid I can’t understand him at all.

"I want to see how you step down today! How can the inheritance treasure of my Ji family be so easy to access?"

There were many people who shared the same idea as him, but there were also people with worried faces, including Dong Chengyang and tens of thousands of book craftsmen outside the palace. If the other party's conspiracy succeeded, the academy in the world would be in great turmoil.

At this moment, Jiang Yi closed the ancient book in front of him, closed his eyes slightly, and entered a state of cultivation and comprehension. At this time, the golden man in the Shanshui Wu realm also moved his ten fingers rapidly.

One mysterious hand seal after another was made, and after each hand seal, a character condensed out.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but the entire golden figure had been submerged in golden characters. When he made the last handprint, countless characters instantly recombined and turned into five large golden characters: Capture the Mountain and Lock the Mountain Hand!
Jiang Yi, who was sitting cross-legged, also opened his eyes, laughed loudly, stood up, looked at Ji Shuyi who was in doubt, and said, "Do you want to know what I have comprehended?"

(End of this chapter)