The brilliance in Li Changan's eyes became more and more dazzling.
The mysterious door is not among the 182 acupoints of martial arts.
The Bridge of the Holy Path is also not among the 182 acupoints of the Wen Dao.
However, these two mysteries are all in my mind.
Is Zhan Tianhuan literate?
Impossible!
The demon race cannot cultivate the arts and only cultivates the physical body.
Zhan Tianhuan is no exception.
From his memory, we can know that Zhan Tianhuan's attitude towards Wen Dao was that he was unwilling to touch him.
But since he didn't have any literary skills, how could he open up the legendary mysterious door in his mind?
He even condensed the immortal golden elixir and used it to live out his second life.
There is only one possibility.
That is the mysterious door in the mind, which can be opened with demonic power!
Li Changan quickly found out the memory fragments of Lu Zhengju and Zhan Tianjuan, and carefully read every word.
"If the Mysterious Door and the Holy Bridge both refer to the sea of consciousness, then can we think that this extremely special sea of consciousness, which is even related to the key to sanctification, can be opened by any force?"
Li Changan rubbed his chin. In the shadow in front of him, these two invincible super ruthless men were still studying the records in the ancient book fragments.
"Senior Lu Zhengju said that if you become a saint in the immortal way, you will be an immortal, and if you become a saint in the divine way, you will be a god..."
"In other words, holiness is just a realm, not unique to literature!"
"In other words, literary spirit is not the only thing that is sacred?"
Li Changan's tone became increasingly urgent, but his eyes finally glowed with energy.
"So, if I can open up this sea of consciousness, doesn't it mean that I can have a place to store literary energy in my mind?"
"Use demonic power or martial arts energy to open up the sea of consciousness, then store the literary energy, and then use the literary energy to fix acupoints to open up other literary orifices in your mind!"
"It should be no problem!"
"Zhan Tianhuan demarcated an area, and Senior Lu Zhengju also demarcated an area, but they are different."
"There seems to be some overlap between the two."
…
Three days later,
Li Changan looked at the position of the Sea of Consciousness that was finally revealed on the mutton-fat jade book, and clenched his fists tightly.
Wiping the blood off his face, Li Changan breathed a sigh of relief.
In the past three days, I failed to fix the acupoint fifty-three times, and every time there was a sharp sting, and blood would flow from the seven orifices on my face from time to time.
Thanks to the rich memories of cultivation left by two powerful seniors, Li Changan was able to master such an exquisite method of fixing acupuncture points.
In addition, there is a suet-fat jade book pocket bottom,
He wouldn't smash his head into pieces as soon as he came up.
"It's you..." Li Changan looked at the Consciousness Star, which was brighter than other stars, "The mysterious door, the bridge of the holy way, the most important door to the holy way."
After three days of non-stop sleep, I determined the direction of the sea of consciousness.
Li Changan did not practice directly, but took a soldier ration pill and had a good sleep.
After waking up from sleep and feeling full of energy, we can begin to open up the sea of consciousness.
This is an existence that is beyond the two major cultivation systems.
It is a crucial step in communicating with the divine.
Therefore, Li Changan was extra cautious.
The true energy of martial arts slowly enters the center of the eyebrows, wrapping up the sea of consciousness bit by bit, washing away the shackles of the outer layer of the sea of consciousness.
It's like a prison, trapped by many shackles.
The shackles of the sea of consciousness are so many that it is outrageous.
Even if Li Changan has clearly known the location of the Consciousness Sea, he still has to analyze it layer by layer, which is extremely cumbersome.
If it were someone else who couldn't find the specific location and tried randomly, I'm afraid he would have opened a hole in his head if he wasn't careful.
It took Li Changan twelve full hours to open up the sea of consciousness.
The whole process was done with full concentration, without any distraction.
The last shackles were finally released, and the sea of consciousness was completely opened up.
Li Changan breathed a long sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
An unprecedented strange feeling emerged in my heart.
The place one inch inward between the eyebrows is the location of the sea of consciousness.
After it was opened, it seemed like there was something more.
Both his spirit and eyesight improved instantly.
The martial arts energy slowly enters the sea of consciousness.
It's like a whole new world has opened up.
The sea of consciousness seen inwardly is, as the name says, boundless, with no end in sight.
A gray area.
After the dark black martial arts energy entered, it gathered at the bottom of the sea of consciousness and continued to spread to all sides.
As more and more martial arts energy is poured into him, Li Changan's control over the sea of consciousness is also quietly improving.
Waves of faint suction are generated in the sea of consciousness.
The literary spirit that Li Changan had been thinking about finally changed.
It no longer escapes from the body as before, but slowly gathers towards the sea of consciousness along with the martial arts true energy and the demonic power emitted by the Demonic Holy Stone.
Li Changan finally felt relieved.
Finally, I can gather my literary spirit.
As long as you can control your manners, things will be easy to do next!
The suction power is still gradually increasing.
Some Wen Gong fragments and Wen Ru fragments scattered in my mind began to move towards the sea of consciousness.
There is also a poetic civilization moon that is also wrapped in literary energy, moving bit by bit towards the sea of consciousness.
And during this period,
Li Changan did nothing. He just kept taking out demon pills, refining martial arts energy, and then poured these martial arts energy into the sea of consciousness.
The dark black martial arts energy is thick and sinks to the bottom of the sea of consciousness.
The literary energy is gathered above the sea of consciousness, and is also spreading in all directions.
It's just that it's still much weaker than the martial arts energy.
But Li Changan is already quite satisfied.
Opening up the sea of consciousness is not as magical as imagined.
Nor will he be sanctified immediately.
This is just a bridge, or a door.
I opened it, but there was nothing in my stomach, and it was still useless.
Li Changan has now opened a door to the Holy Path, but his strength is not enough and he is not yet ready to step in.
At the very least, you have to reach the first level before you have the chance to take that step.
The sea of consciousness absorbed the literary spirit, attracted the fragments of the literary palace and the fragments of the literary urn, as well as the poem civilization moon and the story book bright moon. It took ten days to complete.
These fragments rise and fall in the cultural atmosphere and stay above the sea of consciousness.
From Li Changan's perspective.
Literary energy is like clouds, true energy is like earth.
One of the two occupies the sky, the other occupies the earth, constantly expanding the boundaries of the sea of consciousness to the surroundings.
Li Changan couldn't help but think of a word in his mind,
Create the world.
With Wen Qi, Wen Qi's acupoint fixation will come into play.
Two days later, Li Changan opened his first literary orifice.
Four days later, the second orifice was successfully opened.
With Lu Zhengju's memory and the help of Suet Fat Jade Book, he opened up his literary skills much faster than imagined.
But soon, when Li Changan was about to open up his third literary skill in one go.
However, he found that the literary energy left the second literary orifice and when he was about to open the third literary orifice, the second literary orifice actually closed again.
As for the first Wen Qiao, there was no change due to the continuous supply of Wen Qi from the Sea of Knowledge.
Li Changan took back the literary spirit of his first literary master.
Sure enough, the first opened acupoint also began to slowly close.
"Therefore, every literary orifice that is opened must provide them with a steady stream of literary energy, otherwise even if it is temporarily opened, it will be closed again..."
Li Changan estimated his current literary temperament.
Leaving aside the sea of consciousness, it can only support a dozen literary orifices to be opened at the same time.
But there must be no lack of literary spirit in the sea of consciousness. After all, it is the most important place, and it is the foundation of the current enlightenment practice.
If this is the case, there will be even fewer literary skills to support it.
"It is unrealistic to rely on the sea of knowledge to continuously export literary energy... I haven't yet mastered the literary aptitude. Every time I open up a literary aperture, I have to move the literary energy from one literary aperture to another, which is very difficult."
"If you really insist on it so hard, it will be a waste of literary energy. In the end, it will only be a drop in the bucket."
"Unless you find something that can continuously generate literary energy..."
Thinking of this, Li Changan turned his gaze to the poems Wenmingyue and Huabenmingyue that were constantly exuding literary grace above the sea of consciousness...
"If you leave a poem or storybook moon in the opened literary aperture, will it be possible to keep the literary aperture open?"
Li Changan immediately activated a poetry civilization moon and entered the first literary aperture opened up.
Poetry and civilization are constantly exuding literary energy. This literary orifice no longer shows signs of closing, but is still slowly expanding outwards.
Only a small amount of literary energy will escape from the literary orifice, but it is not lost, but is swallowed up by the sea of consciousness, without any waste.
This method is feasible.
However, Li Changan couldn't help but reveal a wry smile.
"Now there are only six poetry civilization moons and four storytelling moons."
"Leave one for each acupoint, so there are only ten acupoints."
"In addition to the song "Zhen Fengchuan", I have three complete poems that have not been published, and half of "The Wine Will Be Entered"."
"After all the calculations, I still have to write one hundred and sixty-eight poems to develop all my literary skills?"
Li Changan twitched his lips.
This huge number really kills people...
After all, poems and essays must be recognized by the Suet Fat Jade Book before they can be used.
As for how to gather literary spirit and condense the stars of poetry, Li Changan is not worried.
Without the literary system, it is impossible to communicate with the Literary Saint List, although one of the most powerful means of gathering literary energy in the world has been lost.
But the list of literary saints is not the only one.
Most literati all over the world still compete for Wenchang steles in various prefectures and counties, so as to gather literary spirit.
In this starry sky, there is a Wenchang stele, which was transformed by the remnant soul of Lu Zhengju.
Although it won't improve your reputation.
But at least I can let myself publish my poems and condense them into stars.
Just like those ordinary scholars who have never awakened to the literary world do.
Gathering fame and luck bit by bit.
In the past, when a poem reached the top of the list of literary saints, it was like eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, and your mouth would be full of oil every time you ate it.
Now, there is only one pitiful Wenchang Monument. It is like drinking millet porridge. Although it is not delicious, it can barely satisfy your hunger.
For Li Changan, whose literary skills were abandoned, millet porridge that can satisfy his hunger is enough.
Li Changan gathered together all the memory fragments of Lu Zhengju.
Before, I just practiced memory, but now I want to see all the memory shadows in the entire 673 Yin-Yang Jade stars.
Only by personal experience can one write poetry that is recognized by the Suet Fat Jade Book.
I hope that the memory of senior Lu Zhengju can make me feel something and write poems.
…
Just when Li Changan began to think about poetry,
Beijing,
A letter from Duke Zhao Xian of Bailu Academy was delivered directly to the Household Department in charge of Bailu Academy, and then personally delivered to Wenyuan Pavilion through the hands of the Secretary of the Household Department.
In Wenyuan Pavilion,
When the seven Hanlin Academy bachelors saw the letter, their bodies shook violently, "This is a letter from the Academy's virtuous man."
"Submit directly to the imperial study room..."
The letter from Duke Xian was sent to the Imperial Study Room.
A tall, icy woman in yellow and white brocade clothes walked out from behind the screen of the Imperial Study Room. Her waist-length black hair was simply tied up and draped behind her.
The woman wears no makeup, and her skin is pink and fair, just like a lady from the south of the Yangtze River, dignified and delicate, revealing a hint of grace and elegance.
But there was no expression on her pretty face, and there was only endless coldness in those red and phoenix eyes.
She slowly stretched out her jade finger and opened the letter from Duke Xian,