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"Master Li, I have something to ask you for advice." Walking on the rugged mountain road, Chen Luo found a topic to divert his thoughts in order not to recall the past of the tiger demon.

"Patriarch Chen, but it's okay to ask."

"I saw you fighting with the tiger demon before, why can you have the effect of a whole battle poem just by saying one word?" Speaking of this, Chen Luo thought of the heroic scene of Master Li's one word and the golden knife.

"Hahahaha, this is the matter." Chen Luo's words seemed to scratch Master Li's itch. Master Li laughed heartily and said, "I just ignored it. I only talked to Patriarch Chen about the cultivation of the Yaozu before, but I didn't Mention my path of Confucianism cultivation."

"Appreciate further details."

"The practice of Confucianism also has a clear distinction."

"This first state is called the 'Self-Seeing Realm'. The so-called 'read the book a hundred times, its meaning will be seen by itself' refers to the fact that after truly reading a Confucian classic, a 'magnanimous righteousness' can be born in the body."

"A Confucian scholar in the 'Self-Seeing Realm' has night vision in his spiritual eyes, his body is free from dust, and he is free from evil spirits."

"The second state is called the 'Bi-writing state'. By writing elegant prose, you can guide the awe-inspiring righteousness out of the body. This is also the foundation of war poetry. Therefore, Confucian scholars who have reached this state have the ability to attack through practicing war poetry."

"The third realm is called the 'Poetry Realm'. Confucian scholars in this realm need to create an elegant poem approved by the Dao of Heaven in order to break through. After reaching this realm, Dao of Heaven rewards them, and Confucian scholars master the ability of 'speaking well'. This 'speaking well ', you can condense a battle poem on a specific word. Although the whole poem has not been read out, Tiandao still understands the poetic meaning contained in this word, thus forming a stronger and faster fighting power of Confucian scholars."

"Of course there is no shortage of geniuses in the world. Some people have just entered the state of writing, and they can create elegant poems by themselves when they pick up a pen, breaking through two states in a row. Therefore, some people combine these two states and praise them, saying, "When the pen falls, the wind and rain startle, and the poem becomes weeping." spirits'."

"I'm stupid, I only entered the third realm five years ago, and it took another three years to integrate the golden knife poem of the Seven Masters Master Wang into one word. I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed."

Chen Luo secretly made a note in his mind that the monster race has "clean blood", "pure blood" and "refinement of blood"; Confucianism has "self-seeing", "writing", and "poetry"; these are the basic paths of practice, I don't know what is the difference between Taoism and Buddhism, and what kind of cultivation system is the northern barbarian who has always been rumored to be the deadly enemy of the human race?

It wasn't that Chen Luo's thirst for knowledge was suddenly overwhelming, but that he also began to think about his future practice at this time.Zhong Kui said that his abilities are closely related to his own.Presumably it would be the same if other book spirits were summoned.

I don't know if those miscellaneous books that don't exist in this world but are as vast as the sea in the sea of ​​flowers in the dream can help me open a different path of practice?

But there is no rush at this time, it only takes five or six hours for him to travel to this world, and he has settled the matter in front of him, and there is still plenty of time to explore and ponder later.

Withdrawing his divergent thoughts, Chen Luo continued to lead Master Li to trek forward in Xixiu Mountain. Maybe it was due to the previous exploration of luck, or maybe it was Master Li who showed great power and killed the tiger demon. There was not a single tiger in this journey. Beast interference.

Walking uphill for a while, Chen Luo saw that there was indeed a sunken cave on the mountainside. Chen Luo signaled to Mr. Li, who nodded and recited softly: the sun rises with fog and dew, and the green pines are like ointment. .

As the chanting fell, a small ball of light slowly emerged behind Master Li's head, illuminating the surrounding ten paces.

Chen Luo walked into the cave taking advantage of the sunlight summoned by Master Li, and Master Li followed closely.There were some old clothes in the cave. Chen Luo took a look and recognized that they should be Zhou Yong's clothes.

Chen Luo glanced around the cave, and finally came to a rocky area, removed the rocks one by one, took out his dagger and dug for a while, and finally saw a dark secret box.Chen Luo took out the secret box and handed it to Master Li: "This is it."

Master Li looked at the secret box, covered his body with a layer of righteousness, and opened the box of the secret box cautiously.

In an instant, a blue light that was more majestic than Master Li's righteousness instantly illuminated the entire cave, and in this blue light one could faintly hear the chanting of scriptures.

"Immortal Wenxin!" Master Li's expression changed drastically when he saw the contents in the box, and Chen Luo took a step closer suspiciously. Master Li's righteous aura suddenly became agitated, as if he regarded Chen Luo as the target of attack.

"Master Li!" Chen Luo yelled, and Master Li turned his head to look at Chen Luo. Chen Luo was startled, because he found a murderous intent in Master Li's eyes.After a few seconds, Master Li suddenly took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, and closed the secret box.As the lid of the box was closed, the soaring blue light was also locked in the secret box

"Patriarch Chen, I was restless just now, and I have offended you. This matter of immortality is of great importance, and I must inform the Lord of this matter as soon as possible. Patriarch Chen, I will take you out of the mountain and take the first step. You and your family can go home on your own! "

Chen Luo nodded, and was about to answer, when Master Li stepped forward and grabbed Chen Luo's arm, reciting, "A little bit of arrogance, a thousand miles of blissful wind"!Chen Luo only felt that he was stepping on a soft cloud, and the wind on his face made his face hurt and he couldn't open his eyes.It wasn't until I felt this feeling disappear that I realized that I was standing outside Xixiu Mountain, Chen Ping was standing in front of me, and Master Li had disappeared.

"Good guy, go to the mountain for two hours and come back for 5 minutes." Chen Luo complained in his heart, looked at Chen Ping, and asked, "Uncle Ping, do you know the immortal Wenxin?"

"Immortal Wenxin, that's a good thing!" Chen Ping said to Chen Luo while driving the car, "My master told me that the one who can condense that thing must be a great Confucianist. If the Great Confucianism goes up, But he's a saint."

"Confucianism is different from Buddhism and Taoism. In addition to the realm of practice, there is a different realm that is independent of the realm of practice."

"Li Yan, meritorious service, and morality, the master said that these are the three immortals!"

"As long as one of them is completed, you can condense an immortal literary heart! Even if a person dies, that thing can last forever, and it carries the lifelong desire of a great Confucianist, and its wonderful uses are endless."

"What? The treasure received by the tiger demon is the immortal Wenxin?"

Chen Luo nodded slightly, "Yes".

Hearing this, Chen Ping waved his whip again: "The daring monster race is the treasure of our human race. No wonder the tiger monster has only been in contact with it for a long time, and it has been contaminated with the power of the human race's scourge."

"However, young master, I have recovered anyway. As for who colluded with the Yihu lineage, and which great Confucianist has that immortal literary heart, these have nothing to do with us. We just need to solve the threat of the tiger demon."

Chen Luo thinks about it too, he just found the immortal literary heart at the right time, and the big boss who involves the three immortal realms of Confucianism shouldn't worry about it himself.If you have this thought, why not think about your own cultivation and Chen Xuan's eyes

"By the way, Uncle Ping, since the tiger demon has been lifted, can all the servants be called back? It's weird to walk around such a big house without seeing a single person for a long time."

"That's right, the land outside the city hasn't been plowed yet, so it has to be moved, otherwise the days will be missed and the harvest will be poor."

"I can't remember clearly. How many maids do I have? Who is the maid? Who is the maid?"

"Master, you are confused. You are alone, and Xiaohuan takes care of you in daily life."

"My sister's eyesight is bad. Xiaohuan should take care of her full-time. Find another maid for me tomorrow. Forget it. Call someone here and I'll pick her."

"Master, you should ask Miss about this."

"What? I am the head of the family, and I can't even be the head of the house?"

"That young master, this master, really can't do it"

While Chen Luo and Chen Ping, the master and servant, were having a heated discussion about the maid, Cai Tongchen had already sat in the middle hall and listened to Master Li's report.

Master Li said angrily: "My lord, the immortal literary mind is the result of the great Confucianism's lifelong painstaking efforts. Someone actually traded it to the monster clan. It is tolerable or unbearable. It must be reported to the imperial court and strictly investigated to the end!"

Cai Tongchen nodded solemnly, "It's natural. But have you ever thought about it? There are countless immortal literary minds enshrined in various university palaces and aristocratic families. As long as there is a slight movement, people will find out. Count the tiger The delay in the killing of the Chen family by the demon, and the theft of Wen Xin have been at least one month. However, there have been no rumors of any court or scholars, which is almost impossible! Unless"

Master Li thought of something, his face changed: "You mean?"

Cai Tongchen nodded slightly: "Before we knew it, there was a great Confucian who died."