These spears finally stopped charging in front of the mountain wall, but the mutation happened again. These countless spears merged in front of the mountain wall, uniting them into one point, and their sharp edges pierced the original mountain.
A ray of golden light flashed across, Fu Changlin's abdomen was pierced, and blood flowed profusely.
Fu Changlin, who was arrogant and arrogant, was defeated and fell down on the Goose Lake unwillingly. A painting spirit fell from the sky and left with the seriously injured Fu Changlin.
There was a shadow cast over the minds of everyone in the Wen Mansion. They fought two battles in a row and lost both battles. The opening was unfavorable. It seemed that they were about to repeat the mistakes of the previous Ehu meetings.
When Lu Daoxuan saw Fu Changlin after the meeting, he did not blame him, but patted him on the shoulder to express comfort.
"Sir, I..." Fu Changlin, who was seriously injured, still wanted to speak, but his voice was weak.
"I know what you want to say. You are not willing to lose, right? I know from Mr. Xiangru that you understood Duke Jingjie's secret message during special training.
You had hoped to win, or even if you lost, you could still severely damage Tan Miaoyan, but you were too arrogant. You thought that Tan Miaoyan could be defeated with three moves and two moves just like the opponents you had met before. In the end, you suffered a big loss.
deficit"
Lu Daoxuan's voice was not loud, but it hit the hearts of Fu Changlin and others like a heavy hammer.
"In the past, when you were sitting in the Wen Mansion and looking at the sky, you felt that you were talented, but now you have seen the top talents of the younger generation in the entire Yuling Continent.
In the next battle, I don't want to see you underestimate the enemy, and I hope you can curb your pride.
Although temporary success or failure cannot determine your future height, if you cannot change in time, your height will eventually be limited by your attitude."
"Want to be taught"
Even if Lu Daoxuan didn't say it, everyone already knew in their hearts that Fu Changlin, the number one scholar in the Wen family who sacrificed his life, had lost, and others were more likely to lose.
Fu Changlin's failure brought an end to today's Ehu Club. After everyone left, Lu Daoxuan was the only one left with Jiang Yan.
"Have you seen it today? Do you still have the confidence to win the first place in the Eight Prefectures this time?" Lu Daoxuan asked in a deep voice.
"No matter whether I have confidence or not, I still have to give it a try. After all, how many years I have left to live depends on whether I can win the first place in the Eight Prefectures this time."
Putting aside the fact that he is in the Huiyang realm, no one can imagine how strong Wu Jinghai was when he defeated Lin Wanxi without using all his strength, and he was only a member of the Wu family.
"Actually, not to mention you, even I didn't expect that this young generation of the Eight Prefectures would be so powerful."
"Don't worry, Mr. Lu, you have some confidence in me."
Jiang Yan felt that it was not the most pessimistic time yet. After all, if he tried his best, he might not have any hope of winning the championship.
"I hope you can support Wenfu's reputation."
As Lu Daoxuan spoke, he took out a book and handed it to Jiang Yan.
"this is for you"
"what"
"Li Wenling wrote The Book of Floating Life, which records what he heard, went, and saw interesting places and things. His book is not allowed to be circulated in Xihe. Although it is of no use to scribes, you can read it to pass the time.
, I can get closer to him in the future.”
Jiang Yan was his apprentice. As long as he had anything, no matter whether it was good or bad, useful or useless, Lu Daoxuan wanted to give it to him. This moved Jiang Yan a little.
Jiang Yan opened it and took a first look at it, and was shocked. The writing was far less elegant than the scribes who included the heaven and earth in their poems.
But what makes Jiang Gu feel refreshed is this kind of article written in the form of records, which is a breath of fresh air among many obscure Confucian classics.
"On the first day of the fifth lunar month of each year, as we go along with the Dang Festival, the auspicious wind blows, and the divine fish supports the boat. For six days and nights, we reach the destination. Everything we witness will be recorded in the palm of our hand. I will record the beauty of the mountains and rivers, and record the treasures of the products.
It is strange that it contains the regulations of lawsuits and the moral integrity of noble ladies. The writing is not strange, but everything is recorded accurately."
In the documentary articles, even the most ordinary things in the past are written so interestingly and vividly. The writing is concise and natural, not like a bunch of flowers, and the feelings are sincere and simple. The period is mixed with his own imagination. From the article alone, you can see that the author has
The simplest and most honest heart.
This night was destined to be sleepless. Jiang Yan held this book in his hands. He seemed to be looking at it from the perspective of a childlike person. Everything was so interesting and beautiful, and even the world became innocent.
An interesting incident recorded in the book has been lingering in my mind.
"One day, I saw two insects fighting among the grass. I was in a state of excitement. Suddenly, a huge creature came up from the mountain and fell a tree. It covered a mangy shrimp and swallowed up the two insects as soon as I spat out my tongue. I was young and lost my mind.
Unconsciously, I was startled. I calmed down, caught the shrimps and toads, whipped them dozens of times, and drove them away to another courtyard."
Many articles in this book mention it, Mr. Tomo Dogen recalls it, Mr Tomo Dogen narrates it, or Mr Tomo Dogen draws it, which shows the depth of the friendship between the two.
Lu Daoxuan traveled all over the world, but Li Wenling could not leave Xihe. Lu Daoxuan sent what he saw and heard along the way to Xihe either through letters or through paintings. Through letters and paintings, Li Wenling had this world full of innocence and fun in his mind.
One would always send letters on time no matter how many miles away, and the other would plant 100,000 peach trees for the other outside Fuliyuan. Jiang Yan was a little envious. What kind of fairy friendship was this?
Jiang Yan held the book and found a quiet place outside Fuliyuan. He read it with great interest, so much so that he didn't even have time to watch the wonderful battle at Ehu in the next two days.
However, some people seemed to have taken a fancy to this peach forest. A man and a woman were walking in the forest. They thought that there would be few people here and no one would disturb them. However, when they turned around a peach tree, they saw someone sitting cross-legged under the peach tree, holding hands.
There is a book in his hand and wine beside him.
"Jiang Yan, why are you still here?" Lin Wanxi asked in surprise.
When Jiang Yan heard someone calling him, he looked up and was a little surprised. He saw that the two of them were still holding hands. This must have happened too fast.
"Lin Wanxi? Wu Jinghai? What are you..."
Lin Wanxi wanted to pull her hand back, but Wu Jinghai held it tighter.
"What are you afraid of?"
"People from the Confucian government are looking for you everywhere. I didn't expect you to be hiding here for a while," Lin Wanxi said.
"Why are you looking for me? I got a little carried away while reading." Jiang Yan smiled and said, "How is the battle ahead?"
"Your friend Li Youlang fought against the people from Wu Palace and won easily. The next match is for you to fight against the youngest swordsmith from Mo Palace. People from the Eight Palaces are waiting for you."
"It's my turn?"
"You should hurry up. If you delay, you will be directly judged as a loser. You don't have much time." Wu Jinghai also said with a smile.
Jiang Yan was a little panicked now. He stood up and was about to run to the attic of Wen Mansion. This was a matter of life and death. If he really delayed it, he might regret it for the rest of his life.
"Oops, oops, it's too late..."
At this moment, when Lin Wanxi and Wu Jinghai were preparing for further development, Jiang Gu, who had just run out not far, turned back and took the wine from under the peach tree, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
“I almost left something so important behind”
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please continue and pay attention to your safety."