Enlightenment begins with covering the sky

As the sun set, Hong Yi lay quietly on the bed and thought wildly.

His soul was damaged, his eyes were dull, and the thoughts in his mind were extremely confusing and full of distracting thoughts. In this state, let alone the imperial examination and practice, he couldn't understand even a book placed in front of him.

Feeling depressed, Hong Yi stood up and sat next to his desk.

The desk that was originally filled with pens, inks, papers and inkstones is now filled with several wine bottles. Frustrated in life, Hong Yi was also drinking heavily during this period.

However, at this moment, a stream of light suddenly fell from the sky and fell directly into the center of Hong Yi's eyebrows. In an instant, Hong Yi's absent-minded eyes suddenly became extremely bright.

The soul injured by Hong Xuanji's energy and blood was quickly repaired in an instant.

"Huh!?" At this moment, Hong Yi suddenly seemed to turn on some switch, his mind was full of thoughts, and his inspiration suddenly emerged.

All kinds of whims and wonderful thoughts melted into his mind almost instantly. His previous views and perceptions on various things seemed to emerge instantly at this moment.

Subconsciously, he wrote a poem directly on the white paper——

"Who thinks that the west wind is chilling alone, the rustling yellow leaves are closed through the sparse windows, and the sun is setting in the past while contemplating the past. Don't be frightened by the wine and fall asleep heavily. Gambling books will disappear and the fragrance of splashed tea will be gone. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary."

The tone is sad, and it jumps out on the paper. Suddenly, the words are bright, and there seems to be a vaguely sad mood.

The light illuminated Hong Yi's face, and his eyes suddenly became much deeper. He slowly picked up the poem he had written before, savored it carefully, and pondered it carefully.

Now just looking at this piece of paper, I feel a kind of sadness and unwillingness. This is the most realistic portrayal of the time when he was ill at home. One poem describes his experiences and mental journey over the past six months.

"What's going on? Why are my thoughts suddenly flowing like a spring? Even I couldn't have written such a poem before! And this word..." Hong Yi looked at the white paper carefully and looked at the poem on it.

Not to mention the artistic conception of this poem, even the words are far beyond his peak. When he was at his peak, he couldn't even write this kind of font that contained vitality.

"In ancient legends, a saint's words can drive away ghosts and gods. Could it be that I have declined to the extreme during this period, but instead burst out countless inspirations and thoughts? Even my soul has recovered?" Hong Yi immediately put everything aside Everything is settled on his own sinking during this period.

"The adversity has reached its extreme, but luck has begun to come!" Hong Yi silently pondered his experiences during this period and the countless inspirations and thoughts that emerged in his mind.

This feeling made him feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

So, he directly picked up the pen next to him, re-grinded the ink, laid out the white paper, and finally put everything together into one sentence: "No: No is a bandit, which is not good for a gentleman. The big one is the small one..."

At the moment when he wrote this paragraph, Hong Yi felt as if he had completely merged with the spirit of the ancient disciples, and grasped their true spirit and true momentum! True greatness!

The more he kept writing, the more Hong Yi felt as if he had realized the most essential truth between heaven and earth in an instant. His confidence became stronger and stronger, his thoughts flowed like spring water, and his words flew in the air.

"Tai: Come from the small to the big, Jiheng." After writing the previous "No", he turned his pen and quickly turned it into the next hexagram.

Every word seems to have triggered a divine blessing from somewhere in the dark. Every word seems to be a baptism of his soul and thoughts, coming from the supreme baptism of the saints.

At this moment, there seemed to be a flame of wisdom burning in Hong Yi's mind.

The soul is the furnace, the wisdom is the workmanship, the principles are the charcoal, and the thoughts are the copper.

The books Hong Yi had read and seen since he was a child, the principles he understood, and even the warmth and coldness of human relationships he had seen since he was a child were all merged into one pot. All kinds of principles were constantly rubbing and blending, and finally It seems as if it has completely transformed into his own accumulation, foundation and truth.

And at this moment, suddenly, the words burst out and shined brightly.

In an instant, Hong Yi felt as if his soul had jumped out of his body, and his whole body was bursting with golden light, like the scorching sun bursting out. In an instant, his soul left his body, and his whole soul directly reached an unimaginable height.

Opening his eyes, the remaining light of the setting sun burst in from the outside world, and Hong Yi's spirit left a vague shadow on the ground.

"The sun has not yet set, but my soul actually broke out of my body on the eve of sunset, and I jumped directly from the night tour realm to the day tour realm?" Hong Yi was a little dumbfounded. His progress was too fast. too fast.

"It turns out that reading is the most powerful way to cultivate the soul. If you don't do it, it will be detrimental to a gentleman's integrity. Going from big to small...wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!!" Hong Yiyue recited the sentence he had written before, The happier my heart is, the more comfortable I feel that my thoughts are clear.

His soul was floating in the void, looking at the words on the white paper, and he felt like he had a clear idea in his heart; it was as if these words were the truth he was pursuing in his heart.

At this moment, he felt that the thoughts of his soul were still growing. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the shadow of his soul became increasingly clear.

It was just a faint shadow before, but now, it seems to have a real form.

Riyu's realm continued to grow at this moment, and there were faint signs of entering the manifest realm.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Hong Yi's soul returned to his body, and the more he looked at it, the more delighted he became.

"If it's good or bad...my situation this time, it can be said that 'things will turn upside down, but if they are bad, peace will come'!" Hong Yi sighed leisurely.

The heroic spirits of the various disciples turned into light and merged into his soul, causing Hong Yi's whole body to undergo a transformation like a rebirth.

At this moment, in the master bedroom of Wu Wenhou Mansion.

Hong Xuanji was sitting here quietly, circulating his energy and blood.

Since crushing his inner demon some time ago, he has officially been promoted to human immortal, and his cultivation is now making rapid progress.

"Huh!?" However, the moment the disciples descended on Hong Yi, Hong Xuanji suddenly opened his eyes.

When the disciples arrived, others could not notice it, but Hong Xuanji, who was already a human immortal and was still so close, how could he not notice it at all?

"What's going on? It's that traitor's place!" Hong Xuanji's eyes showed a trace of horror. He subconsciously opened the door and rushed towards Hong Yi.

He had noticed something was wrong. If he didn't take action quickly, something might happen that he couldn't control.

However, at the moment when Hong Xuanji approached Hong Yi——

"Buzz!!"

An awe-inspiring aura carrying the will of the disciples suddenly descended and rushed directly towards them.

The spirit, artistic conception, and principles of the philosophers seemed to have turned into the all-pervasive wind and water, quickly invading Hong Xuanji's body.

"puff!!"

In an instant, Hong Xuanji's face flushed, and suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out. This mouthful of blood actually had a refreshing fragrance, and the blood was even flashing with a purple-gold color.

"How is it possible? How is it possible? I am wrong? How could I be wrong? Medieval scholars, do you think I am wrong? Why?" A trace of confusion appeared in Hong Xuanji's eyes, and his original high aura was instantly knocked back. After realizing the prototype, even his human-immortal energy and blood fluctuations like a small sun weakened a lot at this moment.

The inner demons that he had overcome before also broke out again at this time.

Hong Xuanji had just overcome his inner demons and was not even in a stable state. Now when he was touched by the power of various heroic spirits, he suddenly burst out again and fell into a state of confusion.

Today's Hong Xuanji is not the one who did not hesitate to do anything for his own way in the later period of the original work, nor is he the one who did not hesitate to sacrifice his own life in order to achieve his great cause.

What Hong Xuanji wanted now was to write a book and be called a disciple, but now that his way was rejected by the Hundred Saints of All Disciples, he naturally fell into a new round of inner demons.

Hong Xuanji's Tao is a distortion of the saying "the king, the king, the minister, the father, the son, the son". This sentence means that to be a monarch, you should have the responsibilities of a monarch, and to be a minister, you should have the responsibilities of a minister. The essence is that in one's position, one should seek for his or her future. politics.

But Hong Xuanji twisted this statement and turned it into an absolute authority and an absolute relationship between superiors and subordinates.