"Um!?"

Su Mu saw everyone's performance, but when he looked at Hong Yi, he suddenly showed a hint of surprise. Unexpectedly, this scholar was not affected by him at all.

But she was just surprised for a while. She walked slowly and immediately the fragrance filled the entire flower hall. This fragrance was not a rouge smell, but a fragrance like flowers, which made people feel refreshed.

Su Mu walked slowly, wearing a light green gauze skirt and a white shawl, and there were several maids following behind him, just like a fairy in the painting descending on earth.

Although Sanhualou is a place where people sell themselves but not their art, the dignitaries who come here also have extraordinary identities. They often tease a few words when they see beautiful women. However, Su Mu's appearance made it difficult for everyone present to feel blasphemous.

In the eyes of these princes, Su Mu is simply a fairy who has descended on earth. Everyone is captured by her glorious temperament and looks ahead in a daze.

This group of princes and sons and Hong Yi are simply two extremes. One is immersed in Su Mu's face, while the other seems to be unaffected.

"Young Master Hong, what he said just now is so heroic that Su Mu really opened his eyes." Su Mu smiled slightly, walked to Hong Yi's side, and spoke.

When she opened her mouth, every word was like a pearl falling from a jade plate, which made her heart tingled and she felt an indescribable feeling of pleasure all over her body.

Hong Yi's body also reacted. He looked at Su Mu and walked towards him, and inexplicably felt a sense of dodging in his heart. But soon, this feeling disappeared, and Su Mu's image became ordinary again. Although it was still a stunning fragrance, it no longer had the charm of light and intimidating spirit.

"Miss Su is too famous. A real man should have achieved great achievements. If he is immersed in the glory of his father for the rest of his life, what is the difference between it and the second generation among the nouveau riche who is scattered and waiting to die?" After Hong Yi calmed down, his slightly arrogant voice spread throughout the audience, and immediately awakened the princes and grandsons who were still immersed in Su Mu's face.

"I am really ashamed. I didn't expect that Hong Yi was not influenced by Miss Su Mu. He was so beautiful that he was not confused when he saw beauty. In comparison, I was much worse!"

Several nobles of the princes looked at Hong Yi, and their eyes showed a hint of ashamed. At this moment, even they had to admit that Hong Yi was stronger than them.

But more young men were furious. They didn't have any idea of ​​reviewing themselves, but were even more angry that Hong Yi said that they were all waste.

Immediately someone spoke, "Mr. Hong Yi, since you want to learn from your father's writing books, you might as well take out your theory. Fairy Mu is the most talented woman in Yujing City, so why not ask her to taste it? "

Hong Yi glanced at the person and said lightly: "I have indeed written scriptures recently, but now it is just the beginning and not complete. You are the descendants of the famous family and Fairy Mu is here. Why not just appreciate it for me and see if the beginning of the scriptures I have made can be passed down for generations?"

"Oh!? The scriptures that have been passed down for generations, Hong Yi, do you want to compare yourself with your own philosophers?"

A young man chuckled with a hint of sarcastic expression on his face. He wrote books and even spread his theories throughout the world. This is much more difficult than ordinary martial arts practice. Today, Hong Xuanji did it.

Hong Yi didn't care and asked Su Mu for pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Then he calmly wrote the word "Yi" on the paper!

"The Book of Changes? You are called Hong Yi. You call your book "The Book of Changes"? You are so arrogant!" Everyone present couldn't help laughing as Hong Yi named his work "The Book of Changes".

When Hong Yi heard the comments of these people, he didn't say much and continued to write.

But everyone was stunned, and Hong Yi wrote in the scriptures: 9th day, 92th day, 93th day, 94th day, 95th day, etc.

Just when someone wanted to speak up and mock him, Hong Yi turned his pen and did not continue to write "Nine Six", but wrote down a "Shang Nine", followed by "Kang Long has regrets".

When the words "Kanglong has regrets" were written, Su Mu's body suddenly shook. She seemed to feel something inexplicable, and a halo appeared in her eyes, and she was stunned.

Nine Five...

Kanglong regrets...

These were just a few ordinary words, but Su Mu seemed to have noticed a mysterious meaning. He seemed to have noticed the mystery of the ancient Holy Emperor from the Supreme Nine Nine to the Supreme Nine Five behind; she seemed to have noticed the meaning of the ancient saints who cut off the four paths of the Holy Emperor and turned the Supreme Nine Nine to the Supreme Nine Five.

"The Book of Changes! The Book of Changes! This scripture is amazing!" Su Mu no longer dared to underestimate Hong Yi. In her eyes, Hong Yi was simply the same as the Middle Ages.

Although Hong Yi has not survived the thunder tribulation, Su Mu firmly believes that as long as Hong Yi perfects this "Book of Changes", he will definitely ascend in one thought and overcome seven catastrophes in a row like the ancient philosophers!

At this time, Hong Yi also wrote the word "Qian" and at the end: "Heaven moves hard! A gentleman strives for self-improvement!"

With the last sentence written, Hong Yi was even more thoughtful and thoughtful, and countless insights surged into his heart. His pen turned and soon wrote another word again - Kun!

"The earth is quiet, and a gentleman carries things with virtue..." Hong Yi became more and more surprised when he wrote it. At this moment, he was like God's help, and scriptures were written one by one from him.

"Boom!"

A huge and suffocating humanistic spirit suddenly went straight to the sky!!

The princes and nobles present seemed to be shocked. They stood there one by one and were directly impacted by this terrible humanistic spirit, as if they were experiencing an unimaginable baptism.

Qian, Kun, Tun, Meng, Need, Litigation, Teacher...

In a blink of an eye, all the seven hexagrams appeared on the paper. These seven hexagrams were combined with the "Tai" and "No" written by Hong Yi before, and all nine hexagrams were revealed.

"Buzz!", "Buzz!", "Buzz!", "Buzz!"...

Just as Hong Yi picked up the pen and finished it, all the enshrined "Shizi" rankings and statues in the entire Yujingcheng were trembling violently, as if resonating with this humanistic spirit!

The voices resonated with the philosophers resounded throughout Yujing City.

In an instant, everyone in Yujingcheng was shocked. To this day, someone has actually triggered the will of the holy path of all saints.

"Someone wrote an article that suits the various saints?" Emperor Qian Yang Pan's face changed slightly.

When he thought of the things Zhou Tong had told him, his heart suddenly became nervous: "Is it Hong Xuanji?"

On the other side, Hong Xuanji also looked at the sky, his eyes becoming much deeper, and he felt a lot at this moment...
Chapter completed!