"Qi Zhenyuan is a person from Youtian. He studies the Confucian classics of killing. He seems to have a gentle temper, but is actually violent. He is close to the two brothers Feng Zhutian and Feng Jedi. He is not a simple character."
The young-looking silver-crowned monk crossed two round relics in his hands. He stood on the second floor and looked down at the situation in the lobby. He joked, "King Linyao is one of the best at provoking opponents. It's no wonder that Fellow Daoist Yu would rather watch here with me than
I’m going all the way with King Linyao.”
The person next to him has intellectual elegance engraved in his face and eyes, and also has the tranquility and casualness of an orchid in an empty valley. Isn't he Yu Sheng?
Yu Sheng smiled slightly, "That's not true."
"Not what?"
"She doesn't often mess with people, but someone always messes with her."
The silver-crowned monk shook his head, "I don't even understand your relationship. I heard that Fellow Daoist Yu left on the eve of the founding of the Taiyi Kingdom, and it was not very pleasant. Looking at the aura, you used the same secret key, but you kept a distance.
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Yu Sheng had always disguised her appearance in Qiuyang, using the nickname Ning Gui. Even now, Qiuyang doesn't know who she is.
Even though the person in front of him is Young Master Lang of Yilan Tower, and he even knows about her departure from the Day Clan, he doesn't know that she is Ning Gui.
And at that time, she was bent on concealing her identity, using only the second set of exercises and not showing any star power. Even if she had met him in Panlong Dao, he only thought that they had just met him in Beitianting.
Yu Sheng didn't even know how to explain it, it was nothing to make public.
"Fellow Taoist is indeed from Yilan Tower. I want to know everything."
Gongzi Lang smiled coyly, "You see, we have known each other for almost a hundred years. Isn't this just out of curiosity? If you don't want to talk to me, just ignore it."
"It's not impossible to say that I am not an official of Taiyi, but I am still a member of the Day Clan." Yu Sheng felt a little helpless when she mentioned this matter. This was also something Zhan Changfeng wanted her to admit.
She and Zhan Changfeng had probably been playing a game all the time. One of them tried their best to clear up the relationship, and the other weaved a thin and dense web to let her dream.
This led to the current strange state, and ultimately, she was afraid that she would implicate Taiyi, she was afraid that no one was behind her, and no one could accuse her of being stubborn.
Of course, Zhan Changfeng was aware of the two people on the second floor. She had some impression of Gongzi Lang. In Panlong Dao, her clone had a fight with him.
Moreover, Gongzi Lang is regarded as the general manager of Yilan Tower in Fengyun Realm.
But at that time, Gongzi Lang had the strongest supernatural power. Now, it should be about a year since he entered the Lingjian.
It's not surprising that he and Yu Sheng both appeared on this island. These two people fit the characteristics of reading thousands of books.
Half a moment came quickly, and the big-billed yellow bird flew in and announced, "The island has been closed. Everyone on the island, please carefully sense the spirits on the island, use the spirits as a pen, and use a stick of incense to write
Literary spirit is used to attack, and the one who remains in the end is the winner."
Other islands will also conduct tests for monks who want to obtain treasures, but there is no such thing as Shuwanjuan Island, which closes the island for the test a short time after the market opens.
Because the island was closed quickly, only thirty-six monks finally entered the island before the test began.
At this time, the thirty-six monks were a little confused. How could they use the spirit in a stick of incense as a pen?
How to borrow?
Where is the spirit?
But the big-billed yellow bird didn't say a word. It stopped on the beam and rolled its eyes, watching the group of monks looking for inspiration in the building.
Among the monks, there were many monks like Qi Zhenyuan who practiced Confucianism or studied Confucianism and Taoism. They were the first to sensitively notice something. They took out their desks, spread out rice paper, and started writing.
Some people suddenly realized it and imitated it one after another.
Zhan Changfeng also agreed that Confucianism and Taoism were first inherited from Taihao Qingyuan Confucian Master. This Confucian Master was born from the fusion of the breath of the Qingyuan of the universe and the wisp of literary spirit left by the gods. Therefore, Confucianism and Taoism are divided into two schools.
The awe-inspiring righteousness that comes from the breath of cultivating the source of purity is the Qi of cultivating literature.
Literary temperament is not an innate product, it needs to be discovered within oneself. It can be said that everyone has literary temperament, but there are very few people who can embark on the path of cultivation based on literary temperament. Therefore, this sect does not have a strong sense of existence.
Since Big-billed Yellow Bird mentioned Bi Wen Qi before, then this spirit should be Zi Ling.
In Confucianism and Taoism, there is a saying about the ancient character Sheng Ling, which means that ancient and remembered characters will give birth to spirituality.
If you want to attract the word spirit, you have to show your own literary style, such as writing articles and poems.
When everyone was trying to communicate with the word spirit, the big-billed yellow bird cast its gaze into the void. The merit masters who were watching here all knew the rules.
[The Master of Merit in the Fei Realm: This pair of Confucian and Taoist people have natural advantages, and the one who is most likely to win is Qi Zhenyuan. Han Weiyan Tianjun]
[The Lord of Merit in Thousand* Realms: Qi Tianjun has been irritable and irritable for a day or two. I can’t believe it. This time he only provoked King Linyao because he knew that he got the first-class result in the square division]
[The Master of Merit in the Horizontal Realm: Qi Tianjun often shows confidence in his knowledge in his words, but he misses Fangsi's ten-year discount coupons time and time again. How can he be willing to do so? However, in terms of demeanor, he is not as good as King Linyao]
[The Lord of Merit in the Earth* Realm: I haven’t seen him challenge the other seven winners. He will directly criticize King Linyao, just because King Linyao has a small background. Before you meet him, ask Feng Jedi and others to inquire about King Linyao’s background.
After asking around, I found out that she is a prince in Xuantian's weakest realm]
[The meritorious leader of the Shu* Realm; King Linyao’s status is indeed not high, but his knowledge, demeanor, and strength far exceed most people. What we judge is virtue, and we must not be tainted by the worldly view, which will harm Jiutian]
[Master of Merit in the Jin* World: However, this time the winner, Qi Zhenyuan, has a very high winning rate]
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Qi Zhenyuan was composing a poem with great eloquence, and a ball of light gradually gathered around him.
Another well-known Confucian scholar, Han Weiyan, also twirled his beard with one hand and calmly wrote a poem with the other hand. Two or three light groups flew down from the bookshelf and slowly approached.
Young Master Lang on the second floor thought for a while, then used his finger as a pen to write words in the air.
Yu Sheng looked at the situation inside carefully, and vaguely saw a word hidden in the gathered light groups, and his heart became clear, "So that's it."
Writing a beautiful poem also requires a theme. If the whole text is closely related to a certain thing, it will be easier to get the words to express that thing.
She meditated for most of the incense stick, and in one fell swoop, she grasped the struggles in the current situation, the conspiracies, and the details of the overall situation, layer by layer, incisively and vividly. In the end, all the words disappeared, and the light spots flying from the bookshelf gathered a powerful force.
The illustrious word "fight" instantly shattered the light of some people!
"What's going on?"
"What is this? An attack started in advance?"
Everyone looked towards the second floor and saw a large and clear "dou" hanging above. The feeling of suppression was like a tiger descending from the mountain, so that they did not dare to move rashly.
Qi Zhenyuan's brows were filled with tears. When he saw her cultivation, he found it even more unbelievable and impossible. Could it be that he, a Confucian and Taoist spiritual guide who had lived for thousands of years, was not as good as a magical power?