Dao Fruit

"The soul enters Shilin? Will it perish forever?"

After hearing this explanation, Qiu Yan became more and more suspicious.

"The term 'Shilin' refers to all Confucian scholars and scholars. Most of them are students, scholars and great Confucians without official positions. It is a general term. Why does it seem to be a place among this population? King Yan seized humanistic ideas, Is knowledge meant to suppress oneself?”

All kinds of questions ran through Qiu Yan's mind.

Zong Heng seemed to have noticed Qiu Yan's doubts and continued: "I have never been to the academy, and the specific situation is not clear. However, Xingtan discussed Taoism and the soul entered the academy. This matter is among the academies in the world. It’s not a secret. Mr. Qiu is knowledgeable and talented. He should be a senior disciple of some academy. Why don’t he know the theory of scholars? "

"Is this something that all academies all over the world know? Could it be that those who participate in Xingtan forums steal other people's cultural thoughts to suppress themselves? This is too shocking! Paper cannot contain the fire. If this matter is true, those academies would have been destroyed by thousands of people. How can a curse be passed down through the ages?”

After pondering for a while, Qiu Yan did not respond to Zong Heng's inquiry, but said in a deep voice: "Listening to your words, I am also a scholar. I should know that the cold window is lonely, and no one's knowledge and knowledge are brought by the strong wind, even if they are born Those who know it must read and write, and gain their own understanding. How can they help others to do evil? "

After saying these words, Qiu Yan raised his voice, word by word, like nails, driving into Zong Heng's heart.

Zong Heng looked ashamed and sighed: "Since I have joined the prince's staff, I promised that I will develop arithmetic in the future. If I have a favor to repay, I naturally have to be loyal to personnel."

"I see! I probably understand. However, although I have never met King Yan. But looking at you now, it is obvious that you are not taken seriously. The status of the soul monk must be above you, but in Qiu's view, that The soul monk can only defeat a few people, but your ability can be passed down to future generations."

Qiu Yan glanced around and sneered: "Prince Yan is a prince. He engages in these scheming and ghostly things. He respects tactics but not etiquette. He is not a person who can achieve great things. There are talented people around, but he appoints people from outside the country to lead. This is emphasizing skills rather than learning. Without understanding people, recruiting magical monks without permission is obviously evil. There is absolutely no future for following such people. Once they are no longer useful, they will become abandoned. The theory of great arithmetic is just that. "Flowers in the Mirror and Moon in the Water."

Zong Heng looked surprised. He did not expect that Qiu Yan would give him such an evaluation, and the other person's evaluation of King Yan also surprised him. It was actually three points deep into the bones!

It has been some time since Zong Heng was subdued by King Yan.

On the outside, King Yan looked like a courteous corporal. He would recruit talented people when he saw them, but he had the habit of liking the new and hating the old. Before Crow Taoist took refuge, Zong Heng still had some status among King Yan's staff. Occasionally, he would be asked about advice by King Yan, but since Taoist Crow Crow came, King Yan had contact with Yifang Taoist sect, and became more and more alienated from Zong Heng, and the promise of Daxing Arithmetic School was no longer mentioned.

Just as he was thinking about it, Qiu Yan said something else: "You have inherited Zhu Shu and can count things, but in the end you cannot count people's hearts and humanity."

"People's hearts, human nature..." Chewing these two words, Zong Heng fell into a trance. Suddenly, a strong wind roared in front of him, and it was Qiu Yan who slapped him with his palm!

Normally, as long as he saw Qiu Yan's movements and felt the flow of air, Zong Heng could calculate the trajectory of the palm wind and move to dodge. However, now that he was locked by the air machine and his mind was in a trance, he was unable to react in time and was struck by the palm. Hit the forehead!

Uh-huh!

Threads of soul power seeped through, bringing with them scriptures and a hint of divine power, trapping and restraining Zong Heng's soul.

In an instant, Zong Heng felt heavy all over his body. Ever since his awakening, his transparent mind was vaguely dusty, and he understood that his magical powers had been blocked by Qiu Yan.

Qiu Yan glanced at Zong Heng and said calmly: "Without this magical power, would King Yan still value you and be willing to help you develop arithmetic? As a scholar, without your magical power, all you have left is knowledge. , I wonder how King Yan will use your knowledge."

Zong Heng's face suddenly turned extremely ugly.

"Okay, there is one last question left." Qiu Yan, as if he didn't see the other party's ugly face, flicked his sleeves, and there was a white jade paperweight in his hand, "Can the literary thoughts and memories suppressed and precipitated by this thing have any How to return it?"

Seeing this white jade paperweight, Zong Heng's expression changed again, and his eyes showed horror: "Even the Wenzong paperweight fell into your hands?"

Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, slightly surprised: "This thing is called Wenzong paperweight? Wenzong? That's too loud, it's just a thief!" After saying this, the paperweight actually shook, as if he was dissatisfied and protesting, "However, this thing The spirituality is not small, I don’t know what the secret is, but it is a magic weapon?”

"This object is a second-class magic weapon," Zong Heng's answer confirmed Qiu Yan's guess. "This Wenzong paperweight has a mysterious origin. It is the most precious treasure of King Yan. It can suppress memories. If you want to reverse it, you must have the owner of the magic weapon personally chant and cast a spell." !”

"Second-class magic weapon?"

When Qiu Yan heard this name, his mind moved, and he thought of the dagger, bracelet, stove mountain and the bronze furnace of the troubled times.

"I don't know what level those things are in, and what standards are used to classify these levels."

Although he had doubts, Qiu Yan did not pursue the question. He just said: "The owner of the magic weapon is King Yan? As a prince, he dares to collect the magic weapon. Isn't he afraid of the chaos of the three fires?"

The royal family enjoys the country and the country, which can be said to be the pinnacle of human blessings. However, there are gains and losses. There will inevitably be losses in other aspects. Therefore, the emperor's life is short, and if he cannot do anything, he is born to enjoy great blessings. If he still has If you try to practice cultivation and extend your life span without giving up your glory and wealth, you will violate the great principles of heaven and earth and bring endless misfortune.

Qiu Yan is a god, so he knows this. How could King Yan, as a prince, not know this?

"These are not things I can know..." Zong Heng said and coughed twice. When he looked up again, Qiu Yan was gone.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "The soul is sealed, the supernatural power is gone, which is equivalent to becoming a mortal. I can't even tell when Qiu Yan left. Maybe the situation just now was a dream, and he has left long ago..."

As he thought about it, his eyes fell on the book "The Art of Embroidery" and his brows frowned.

On the paper next to the book, there were a row of words written in full blood and bones-

Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you!

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"Come! Two brave men, please drink this cup!"

In the hall in the backyard, King Yan held a banquet, a full table, but only three people sat. King Yan was holding the wine glass in his hand and talking to Hu Qi and Dai Guo, with a full attitude.

Hu Qi and Dai Guo refused repeatedly. Beside them, two or three maids stood, carrying porridge, soup and water, feeding them from time to time.

When had Hu Qi and Dai Guo received such treatment?

At the beginning of the banquet, the wine was poured to eight points, and the dishes were served cold first and then hot. Then there were whole chickens, whole ducks, whole fish, and dozens of dishes. The etiquette was extremely considerate!

"Speaking of which, my chef was invited from Jiannan Road not long ago. He has a secret. The same dish is better than others made by him. What do you think?"

"Good! Good! Good!" Dai Guo praised repeatedly.

Hu Qi and Dai Guo were beaming. Although they were rough people, the way of eating was one of the essences of the Central Plains. Da Rui was a country of etiquette. Everyone was familiar with the etiquette of banquets and eating, and naturally saw the sincerity of King Yan.

During the banquet, King Yan toasted frequently, and there was no princely airs at all.

After three rounds of drinking, Dai Guo opened his stomach and started eating. Hu Qi was still worried about something and wanted to remind King Yan to call Qiu Yan over, but just as he was about to speak, King Yan dissuaded him and asked him to pick up some dishes.

Suppressing his uneasiness, Hu Qi did not dare to disobey King Yan's wishes.

Suddenly!

"Huh?" He and Dai Guo stopped eating at the same time and turned to look at the door.

"What? You two are..." King Yan showed a look of surprise and was about to ask when a gust of wind suddenly rushed in from outside the door!

The violent airflow blew King Yan's hair, making it difficult for him to see, penetrating his skin and bones, as if it blew into his heart and soul! The swallowing made this noble horrified and aroused fear in his heart!

Tick-tick-tick!

A few cold breaths appeared on his face, as if blood was dripping. King Yan was shocked and shouted: "Assassin! There is an assassin! Liu Lian! Zhang Yong! Crow Master! Come and protect the king!"

"Don't be alarmed, Your Majesty!"

After the words fell, two powerful voices came from outside, and then the ground shook, and two majestic figures rushed in from outside the door, with surging breath and blood, and masculine blood like a column of air, breaking through the strong wind in an instant.

"Wow, these two people have such high cultivation! Even higher than me and my second brother!"

When Hu Qi and Dai Guo saw the two figures, they were surprised, and the feeling of being flattered by the prince suddenly disappeared.

Drip drip drip!

As soon as the two life cultivation masters entered the room, they felt a cool breeze on their faces, and then left immediately, and then their eyes focused, and they saw a phantom in the strong wind.

"It's a soul cultivator! Relying on his magical powers, he dares to attack the prince! Aren't you afraid that the fortune of the Dragon Court will be reversed and his soul will be corroded by sin?"

As the two were scolding, a group of black feathers rushed in from the window, circling around, surrounding the soul that controlled the wind, and condensing into a birdcage.

Seeing this scene, King Yan was relieved, knowing that it was the soul cultivator Wu Ya Dao Ren who he recruited who took action.

"Don't worry, your majesty, this cultivator is not my opponent." The black feather fell and turned into a soul shadow, which was Wu Ya Dao Ren. He raised his hand and pinched the seal, and the birdcage exploded immediately, and the soul inside was torn into pieces and disappeared into thin air.

King Yan heaved a sigh of relief, and bowed to the spirit of the Taoist witch, saying, "Thanks to the real person, otherwise it would be troublesome. Does the real person know the origin of this spirit?"

The crow spirit said, "I don't know this either. I need to ask the master. The prince is blessed with great fortune. Even if I don't do anything, nothing will happen."

After saying this, the spirit looked at Hu Qi and Dai Guo.

Hu Qi and Dai Guo were surprised.

King Yan laughed and stepped forward and said, "Don't panic, you two. This is my guest, the crow real person." At this point, he thought of something else, "Since the real person is here, the things over there should be done. So please ask Mr. Qiu to come over and drink with us, so that the king can also ask for knowledge." When he said the last sentence, King Yan laughed a little.

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