Chapter 221 The Pen of Benevolence and Righteousness
Yellow spring water is highly poisonous to sect disciples, and it is not much better to people in the evil way. It is just a difference between fifty steps and a hundred steps.
The Evil Prince and the others are away, and the Skeleton Ghost King will be in charge of the formation again. This is actually good news for Yang Ji.
"As long as you are careful and deal with these underworld creatures quickly without causing too much commotion, you should not attract the attention of the Skeleton Ghost King."
Yang Ji thought to himself.
There are dangers at every step in Wanfenling. There are underworld water and underworld creatures everywhere, but as long as you are careful, the danger is not great. Yang Ji's heart moved, and he suddenly changed the route, trying to avoid the criss-crossing underworld water channels, and started from the underworld.
Pass through the gap between the Yellow Spring Water.
Evil ghosts, yakshas and rakshasas only have the ability to escape in disguise in the underworld. After Yang Ji changed like this, he encountered much fewer attacks.
It's just that this change requires a lot of calculations and consumes a lot of brainpower.
Tsk! Tsk!
Yang Ji stood on the long and narrow ground boat, standing like a god in the sky. The thunder god halberd in his hand kept stabbing out. One shot after another, the spear hit the vital part.
The underworld creatures that rushed towards them were constantly thrown off by Yang Ji and fell back into the underworld. Some fell into the mud outside the earthly boat and solidified directly in the mud layer.
All kinds of bones, rotten leaves, and evil ghosts kept appearing in the eyes. Some underworld creatures even smelled Yang Ji's scent through the yellow spring water. Their sharp claws appeared and appeared, grabbing them from the soil in all directions.
Although it was very troublesome, it did not cause much trouble to Yang Ji.
"Buzz!"
The "Book of Confucianism" between the eyebrows was beating more and more frequently, and it was also beating more and more intensely. I don't know how long it took, but there was a buzzing sound, and the surroundings suddenly became silent, and the endless evil ghosts suddenly disappeared.
"arrive."
Yang Ji's eyelids twitched before he realized what was happening. Unknowingly, he had passed through more than half of Wanfen Ridge and arrived at the place where the Confucian treasures were.
Yang Ji raised his eyes and looked around. The surrounding area was pitch black. The crisscrossing waterways of the Yellow River suddenly seemed to have disappeared here.
Without the help of the underworld waterway, those evil spirits, yakshas, and rakshasas would lose their ability to escape.
"The situation here is completely different from other places. There is no yellow spring water at all. The Skeleton Ghost King must know that the Confucian boulder is buried here and has scruples, so he specially bypassed this area."
Yang Jiwei thought for a moment and suddenly realized.
The Huangquan water and the Confucian aura of awe-inspiring are turbid and clear, and are completely opposite in nature. They restrain each other. Yang Ji can also roughly guess the plan of the Skeleton Ghost King.
For something that can restrain itself, the best way is not to wash it with yellow spring water, but to avoid disturbing it and let it continue to sleep.
After all, who knows how powerful the things left by the ancient sages of literature and Taoism are. If they are too powerful and in turn suppress the entire Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge, then the gains outweigh the losses.
"His!"
Yang Ji took a breath and calmed down. Then the people and the boat merged into one, and like a straight arrow, they shot away deep underground.
Ten miles, twenty miles, thirty miles...
The underground is getting deeper and deeper, but the feeling and resonance in Yang Ji's heart are getting stronger and stronger. Buzz! I don't know how long it took, and a piece of light came into view. In the center of the light, there stood a huge rock.
Literary spirit!
Strong literary spirit!
At this moment, through the boulder, Yang Ji felt the vast literary spirit within it. It was the bright, upright, and majestic spirit left behind by the ancient sages.
Even after countless epochs, there has been no change. Because this is not just an energy, but also an idea, integrity, compassion, responsibility, and justice.
If your thoughts remain unchanged, your breath will not change at all.
"You know what can't be done, but do it; you know what can be done, but don't do it..."
Yang Ji murmured to himself, looking at the words on the boulder. Different from before, the boulder in front of him seemed to come alive. Standing in front of it, Yang Ji felt a strong call.
His heart was pounding, and a feeling of the same kind came to his heart. Yang Ji felt that the boulder was calling him to enter it.
It's a fateful feeling.
At this moment, the giant stone no longer set any limits for itself.
"His!"
Yang Ji took a deep breath and stretched out a hand almost as if he was dreaming. His fingers touched the surface of the boulder, but it didn't feel like a real thing.
The boulder was so thin that there was only a layer of skin left. Where Yang Ji's fingers touched, circles of circular ripples spread out. Yang Ji felt as if he had touched a layer of air.
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji composed himself, and then stepped in by accident. White light rushed towards his face, and his eyes suddenly flashed. The next moment, Yang Ji felt as if he had entered another space.
This space is extremely bright, with snow-white in all directions. You can't tell the difference between up and down. It's the same in every direction, the same white, and it's dazzling at a glance.
In this space, Yang Ji felt a strong Confucian atmosphere, grand and upright, full of justice, righteousness and guidance.
It was the "awe-inspiring spirit" that Yang Ji had experienced countless times in "The Book of Great Confucianism".
Yang Ji felt warm all over his body, and waves of awe-inspiring energy were pouring into his body, healing the injuries in his body. At the same time, more awe-inspiring energy was gathering from all directions, pouring into the "Book of Great Confucianism" between his eyebrows.
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“It’s incredible that this place retains so much rich Confucian spirit!”
Yang Ji was amazed.
The ancient literary sage era has come to an end. Today, the literary spirit is thin and the literary spirit is declining. Even the utensils used by the sages are like phoenix feathers and horns, let alone such pure awe-inspiring aura.
Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge is a place where dead bodies are buried, and the corpse aura and yin aura are extremely heavy. Countless epochs have passed, and it is simply incredible to find so much awe-inspiring aura from the ancient times under this kind of cemetery.
"Yang is hidden in the yin, and purity is hidden in the turbidity. The methods of the ancient literary sages are so penetrating that they make people wonder."
Yang Ji's eyes slowly swept across the entire space, and he quickly noticed a treasure in the center of the space, which was also the only treasure in the entire space.
——A stick as white as frost, as thick as a thumb, with a simple shape and a simple frosty brush!
This big pen is filled with majestic energy!
The Four Treasures of the Study: Pen, Ink, Paper, and Inkstone. Yang Ji studied poetry and calligraphy. He used a lot of brushes in his daily life. They were made of various materials, such as stiff bristles and wolf-hair brushes, but he had never seen such a large brush.
The moment his eyes made contact, Yang Ji felt his breathing stagnant, and his whole soul seemed to be drawn in.
After studying literature for eight years, Yang Ji shifted his entire focus after practicing martial arts. The Han Dynasty respected strength, and in this world where martial arts and martial arts conferred gods, there was not much future for literature and art.
Therefore, ever since he started practicing martial arts, his literary skills were almost forgotten by Yang Ji.
But at this moment, when Yang Ji saw this frost-haired pen, Yang Ji felt that his literary heart was suddenly awakened, rejuvenated, and revived.
"It's incredible..."
Yang Ji murmured to himself that he was completely taken over by God. He had never seen such a pen before. It was bright and upright. It was not only filled with the so-called powerful energy, but also contained the loyalty, etiquette, filial piety, and benevolence inherited from ancient times.
….
One pen seems to contain the essence of the entire Confucianism!
"The historian is right. It turns out that this is the legendary Confucian treasure in Wanfenling."
Yang Ji's heart was pounding. He walked to the center of the space and unknowingly picked up the frost-haired brush. A warrior has the power of a thousand catties, and such a frost-haired brush is nothing at all.
But the moment Yang Ji picked it up, it seemed to be as heavy as Mount Tai, and there seemed to be an extra sense of morality and responsibility in his heart.
"Benevolence and righteousness pen!..."
Yang Ji read out the three large ancient seal characters on the frosty brush. When he saw these three characters clearly, Yang Ji couldn't help but feel lost.
"You know you can't do something but do it, but you can do something but don't do it." Yang Ji didn't understand the meaning of these two sentences until now.
Loyalty, filial piety, propriety, justice and brotherhood are the great principles of Confucianism and humanity.
Yang Ji didn't know which sage in ancient times had left behind this large pen. It was obvious that he had placed a lot of expectations on the newcomers here.
Yang Ji didn't know if he was really worthy of the entrustment and expectations of this ancient sage. He didn't even know if he was worthy of this great pen of benevolence and righteousness.
"Buzz!"
The earth shook and the sky shook, and the drastic changes in Wanfenling were transmitted here without any error even though they were separated by a layer of space. The benevolent and righteous pen in his hand vibrated, just like a long sword trying to rush out of its sheath.
"about there."
Yang Ji took a deep breath, and then took out the "Book of Great Confucianism" between his eyebrows. With a flash of light, a huge book immediately appeared in Yang Ji's hand.
Yang Ji wrote with his left hand and wrote with his right hand, just like a graceful Confucian in the literary and Taoist era. Each stroke of writing in his hand echoed each other.
Buzz!
The awe-inspiring energy all around surged in like a tidal wave. Yang Ji's "Book of Confucianism" originally had not yet filled up its literary energy. But at this moment, it was filled with energy almost instantly.
On the last page of the book, the "Little Holy Word Technique" lit up again. This meant that Yang Ji could use the Little Holy Word Technique again.
"boom!"
Looking at the words "Little Holy Word Technique", without any hesitation, Yang Ji immediately displayed this Confucian secret skill. The next moment, there was a roar, the sky shook and the earth shook, and a majestic milky white light beam fell from the sky and penetrated
Yang Ji's body.
The injuries he suffered from the hard battle with the Evil Prince and the Skeleton Ghost King healed almost instantly. And Yang Ji's depleted energy also reached its peak at this moment.
"Buzz!"
A flash of bright light flashed in Yang Ji's eyes, and he jumped out of the boulder...
"What's this?"
When the light of the Little Holy Word penetrated the sky and the earth, hundreds of miles below the Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge, the Skeleton Ghost King suddenly raised his head and his expression changed instantly.
As a creature born from the yin energy of heaven and earth, the Skeleton Ghost King is very sensitive to the fierce blood energy of warriors, let alone this awe-inspiring energy.
For a moment, the Skeleton Ghost King even thought that the mysterious big rock under the ground was about to erupt.
For that big stone, the Skeleton Ghost King has deep jealousy and fear. This comes from the depths of his soul, because since the birth of Hazy, the Skeleton Ghost King has felt that the energy in that huge stone is suppressing him, as well as the Wanfenling Ridge
All other energies similar to one's own.
Most of the Yin Qi he drew from heaven and earth was lost due to this suppressive power. Only less than one percent of the energy actually flowed into his body.
Because of this reason, his true birth was delayed for thousands of years. It wasn't until he met that group of people and found a way to move the stone nearly a hundred miles underground that he was able to get rid of this oppression.
This is the grace of survival. Even though it is a spirit, it also knows this. So from now on, it will work without complaint and follow any instructions they have. r1152
