"Is this really a technique that anyone can come up with?"
"There are actually acupoints in your mind?"
When Li Chang'an read Lu Zhengju's story, he felt as if a storm had stirred up in his heart, which made his scalp numb and his soul trembling uncontrollably.
"I know that martial arts has martial points, but should literary skills also have literary acupoints?"
"What is the Wen Palace? Why can a saint turn the false into the real and suppress the world?"
"If there is a literary aptitude, where should it be?"
"Wen Gong is in the mind, is Wen Qiao also in the mind?"
"Refining the head with literary energy, if anyone has visions, is it a literary aptitude?"
"If you fail, won't you die on the spot?"
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"I have been alive for three hundred years, and I swear I will never return it until I become a saint."
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"This is the method of Wen Qi fixing acupuncture points!"
Li Changan looked at the almost crazy Lu Zhengju in the phantom, the hair on his body exploded, and his mind was swaying.
He is indeed a ruthless man who wants to defy heaven and become a saint.
I really don't regard myself as a human being.
"The place where Wen Palace is located is Wen Qiao!"
"There are one hundred and eighty-two martial arts acupoints. Are there also one hundred and eighty-two literary acupoints?"
"One Wen Qiao and one Wen Palace. If I reach the peak of cultivation, wouldn't I have one hundred and eighty-two Wen Palaces!?"
Boom!
Lu Zhengju's words struck Li Changan's heart like thunder from the sky.
One hundred and eighty-two literary palaces!?
Ordinary people who have cultivated to the first level can only reach nine literary palaces.
If there were no problems with his own literary skills, he would only have eighteen literary palaces in total.
But now, according to Lu Zhengju's thinking, the one hundred and eighty-two Wen Dao acupoints should correspond to the one hundred and eighty-two Wen palaces.
Who can build so many literary palaces!?
This girl is like talking from heaven!
The further he looked back, the more frightened Li Changan became.
He is worthy of being a super strong man who can be on par with Zhan Tianhuan.
It's really life-threatening.
Although the method of fixing acupuncture points with Wen Qi has been invented, this is just an experiment on the head, and almost every time the seven orifices bleed.
An ordinary person would have killed himself long ago.
But Lu Zhengju stood up forcefully.
"Although I have one hundred and eighty-two literary talents, my literary skills are not enough, and heaven and earth will not allow it. It is difficult to gather in the literary palace again... It is sad!"
It took Lu Zhengju ten years to finalize all 182 cultural orifices.
However, he found that whenever he wanted to build a literary palace, the consumption of literary energy was always far beyond the limit of his own literary energy. He tried countless times, and finally gave up after passing out eighteen times.
Among the one hundred and eighty-two cultural orifices, there are still only nine original literary palaces located there.
The remaining literary orifices can only store literary energy.
But Lu Zhengju did not give up on the road to becoming stronger.
Begin to follow the martial arts method of unblocking the meridians, and prepare to penetrate the 182 literary orifices, so that all the literary orifices can be integrated into one body, regardless of each other.
"This method of penetrating literary skills can enable scribes to embark on the path of invincibility..."
"Cultivating my method, whether it is the quality of the literary spirit or the recovery of the literary spirit, it will be five times or even ten times better than that of my peers!"
…
At this time, Lu Zhengju, although still in the realm of first-class common people, had embarked on an unprecedented literary path.
All the scribes in the world are no longer in his eyes.
He will overcome all difficulties and obstacles and become the number one saint in the world in this age of no saints!
So I read through the classics of saints of all ages, and finally found the key to becoming a saint in a few words of Yan Sheng.
"The Bridge of the Holy Path... This bridge connects the virtual and the real, and manifests the Holy Spirit in the world..."
"This is the door to the holy way. It is mysterious and mysterious. Ask your own heart. If you become a holy heart, the holy way will also be..."
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"Where is the Bridge of the Holy Path?"
Lu Zhengju read through the classics and even found fragments from ancient times, but found nothing.
Thousands of years ago in ancient times, Confucius founded Wen Dao. By the time Lu Zheng lived, it had only been more than nine thousand years in total.
Compared with other ways, the Wen Dao is just a child, so where can we find the legendary bridge to the Holy Dao?
"No, no... Looking through all the ancient times, there are many people who have become saints!"
"If you become a saint in the immortal way, you will be an immortal, if you become a saint in the divine way, you will be a god...the methods of becoming a saint must be the same..."
Just when Lu Zhengju found his idea, Zhan Tianjuan appeared.
The two beings, who had already reached the top of the world, fought and died together.
Li Changan was completely dumbfounded.
Ancient times...ancient times...
In the eyes of these two invincible beings in the world, the only people who can stand on an equal footing with them are the top figures of each era.
Only saints deserve their attention...
And I don’t know if it was Li Changan’s illusion, but after merging with Lu Zhengju’s memory, even some saints were ignored by him.
What kind of monster is this bitch?
Can even a saint be despised?
Just looking at their training experience, Li Changan was impressed by the courage of the two of them after reaching the top.
He really swallows mountains and rivers with anger and looks down upon the world.
Worthy of the title of invincible in the world!
Li Changan sat cross-legged in the void.
In front of them were Lu Zhengju and Zhan Tianyuan, each with fragments of their cultivation memories.
"So, if you want to unlock the literary part of this starry sky sealing formation, you have to open one hundred and eighty-two literary orifices..."
There is nothing wrong with practicing martial arts.
It doesn't matter that the Consciousness Sea has not been found yet. The remaining one hundred and eighty-two acupoints have been determined and they only need to be practiced step by step.
But literacy is a big problem.
Wen Qi fixes the acupuncture points...
First of all, you have to be literate!
Li Changan looked at himself inwardly again.
Apart from being able to look inside the martial arts acupoints, all that's left are the various fragments that are densely packed like stars.
Literary style?
have!
Whether it is fragments of literary palaces, fragments of literary urn, or scattered poems and storybooks.
There is a lot of literary spirit escaping from them all.
However, because there is no restraint of the literary palace and complete control of the literary system, these literary qualities cannot be retained at all.
As far as literature is concerned, Li Changan at this time is like a sieve, and all the literary energy flows out from the sieve holes, leaving nothing behind.
Li Changan closed his eyes and thought about how to continue Wen Dao.
Without literary Qi, it is impossible to determine acupuncture points, and it is impossible to open up literary orifices.
But now that I don’t have a Wen Gong, I can’t preserve my Wen Qi, so naturally I can’t fix acupuncture points...
So I have to build a literary palace first to store the literary spirit.
To build a literary palace requires a lot of literary spirit.
Things fell into an infinite loop.
Completely incomprehensible.
Li Changan rubbed his eyebrows and opened his eyes suddenly, "No, no... I just entered a misunderstanding."
"Senior Lu Zhengju thinks that there is a literary aptitude and a literary palace!"
"Later, because it was impossible to create a new literary palace, we resorted to the next best thing and penetrated all the literary orifices..."
"What he wanted from the beginning to the end was Wen Gong! It was Wen Gong! It was Wen Gong!"
"Wen Qiao is just the carrier of Wen Gong."
"Since I even broke Wen Gong..."
Thinking of this, Li Changan's eyes suddenly lit up,
"Why not just use Wenqiao as Wenggong!?"
"Why bother to cast Wen Gong?"
"Since Wen Qiao can store literary energy, it can be used as a simple version of Wen Palace..."
Li Changan quickly took out a piece of paper from the Xumi treasure bag and began to scribble on it.
"If we equate Wen Gong and Wen Qiao."
"So what I need now is... to find a literary aperture that can store literary energy first, rather than trying to find a way to re-build a literary palace."
"With literary skills, you can slowly accumulate literary energy, thereby fixing the literary energy and opening up new literary skills."
"Every time I open up a literary aptitude, it's like I have an extra literary palace!"
Li Changan shook his fist fiercely.
I am indeed a little genius!
However,
Excitement is short-lived after all.
When Li Changan excitedly started to try, he was dumbfounded again.
"Although one interference item has been removed, I don't have any literary skills now. How can I develop literary skills?"
"It's such an unsolvable knot!"
Li Changan fell to the ground with a "pop" and stared blankly at the starry sky above his head.
"I'll fuck you, Immortal Banban..."
After a long time, Li Changan got up again and began to refine the fragments with martial arts energy, hoping that the strengthened "Dragon Elephant Xuan Gong" would inspire literary energy.
It's a pity that only the power of the Demon Saint Stone has been absorbed by the "Dragon Elephant Mysterious Technique", and the literary spirit is not affected at all.
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"Hey... I still don't believe it." Li Changan rolled up his sleeves and started trying again and again.
I took off a piece of Qinglian Wenlu and put it on my forehead...it was useless.
I simply put the Qinglian Wenlu into my mouth and sucked it hard... but it still didn't work.
Based on Lu Zhengju's training memory, he barely determined the location of a literary orifice, and stuck the pieces of the literary orifice into his head. His head was covered with blood... but it still didn't work.
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Li Changan even tried to chew up the fragments of the writing vessel and swallow them, but he almost lost his teeth.
So I swallowed it raw, almost cutting out a path in my intestines, and it was so hot that I didn't get over it for several days.
This thing is so hard to digest.
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"Your uncle!" Li Changan's hair was disheveled, his eyes were empty, and he roared like crazy at the beautiful and lonely starry sky.
But no one could respond to him.
Here, other than taking military ration pills, he didn't even have any other way to keep time.
I've been stuck here for two whole months.
Li Changan talked to himself for two months, and in the end he didn't want to say a word anymore.
After the final roar, Li Changan collapsed on the ground, staring at the memory shadows of Lu Zhengju and Zhan Tianxuan in front of him, in a daze.
I don’t know how much time passed.
Lu Zhengju's words and Zhan Tianjuan's voice seemed to overlap.
"The Bridge of the Holy Path... This bridge connects the virtual and the real, and manifests the Holy Spirit in the world..."
"This is the door to the holy way. It is mysterious and mysterious. Ask your own heart. If you become a holy heart, the holy way will also be..."
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"From the fragments left over from ancient times, I found the records of the mysterious door, which involve the Immortal Era several eras ago."
"The mysterious door is in the mind, connecting the virtual and the real. It may be called the Sea of Consciousness, or the Purple Mansion, or the Lingshan Mountain, or the Ancestral Aperture. It is very mysterious, so it is called the mysterious door."
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"The Holy Bridge...the mysterious door..."
Li Changan blinked, and his dull eyes seemed to have a little more brightness.
Only these two words were left in my mind, spinning back and forth.
Rumble...
Li Changan stood up suddenly, "Could it be that the Holy Bridge and the Mysterious Door are talking about the same thing!?"
"The mysterious door is in the mind. Zhan Tianhuan has no literary talent. How did he open it up!?"