Great Blue Night Watchman

There is also a sect, Wenbao Hall does not only have cultural treasures, it also has natural treasures and earthly treasures.

All kinds of strange treasures that you can't even imagine are stored here, each of which can change a person's life. These "people" are not just scholars, but also practitioners...

This was Lin Su's first time coming here.

As the golden boat under his feet plunged into the abyss, and then floated strangely and naturally on a peach garden, he was also shocked by the strange scenery around him and opened his mouth wide.

Strange flowers and green trees, strange fruits, pavilions and pavilions, thousands of treasures.

It is no exaggeration to say that if you pick up a pebble on the ground, it may be a treasure.

"These are not treasures in themselves!" Ming Tianyan said: "But in this lake, the Qi here has changed everything. Most of the ordinary rocks are crystal stones. On one side of the lake, you can cut your muscles and cleanse your marrow, take a breath of air, and be full of It’s all the energy of heaven and earth. I have some doubts. In addition to settling an old grudge, you came here today to push your legend of swordsmanship to a new level.”

Lin Su glanced at her: "I find that your interpretation of me is a bit too complicated now. I never thought that there is the vitality of heaven and earth that the spiritual practice dreams of. Can you plan in advance?"

"That's true. Besides making trouble for one person, what other plans do you have?"

Lin Su breathed out softly: "Can't you think of me more simply?"

"I really want to think of you as innocent, but you have emphasized many times that your innocence is only a little bit left..." Ming Tianyan blinked her eyes. At this moment, she looked particularly like an eighteen-year-old girl next door. .

Lin Sudao: "You have to think like this. The war is about to start. I will leave the temple and be inseparable from my wife who has been waiting for me for eight hundred years. After experiencing the wonderful world of worry-free, in this spring breeze... well, In the charming season of summer breeze, take a trip to the great rivers and mountains of the temple, pay a visit to an old friend, think about the old country, and then try a new tea with a new fire..."

"Let me think about my old friend and my homeland..." Ming Tianyan's eyes flashed: "Did something happen in his homeland?"

Lin Su smiled softly and stepped towards the long embankment in front of him.

After taking this step, the golden boat under his feet disappeared silently, turning into a stream of literary wisdom and blending into the center of his eyebrows.

In front are the three characters Wenbaotang.

Beside the Wenbao Hall, two concierges stepped out at the same time and bowed at the same time: "See Lin Changxing, see Elder Ming."

"Mei Qilang, is Mei Changxing in the palace?" Lin Su said softly.

The two concierges said: "Here!"

"Take me to meet him!"

"yes!"

A porter showed them inside.

After entering this gatehouse, the energy behind it is truly unpredictable.

Lin Su's voice came to Ming Tianyan: "Have you ever felt that the two of us have become more famous? Even in such a remote palace as Wenbaotang, as soon as we arrived, we didn't need to introduce ourselves, and people recognized us. Upright."

Ming Tianyan's voice came back: "Don't be too happy. Maybe the palace masters of each palace have placed portraits of you and me in front of the porters of each palace. They pointed to the people in the portraits and told the porters that if they meet these two gods of plague, Come, don't provoke them."

"Haha, God of Plague, I like this title!"

Mei Qilang's routine was in the middle. As soon as Mei Qilang heard the message from the concierge, he suddenly raised his head. The moment he raised his head, his face was completely drained of color.

Because he not only heard the concierge's words, he also actually saw the people who followed the concierge in.

When he saw Lin Su, the word that came to his mind was probably the word "God of Plague".

Mei Qilang has been obsessed with the word "road" for half his life.

Because he never knew how to take his next path.

He still had a strong character at the beginning, choosing the latter between going with the flow and being independent. However, this choice also started his unbearable journey to the temple.

He is an unparalleled genius, and he should be magnificent.

However, in the name of "Double Excellence", he worked as an ordinary customs clearance envoy in the distant Tianwai Tianguan City.

In his world, there are no romances of literati, only those who practice Buddhism.

Above his head, there were no blue sky, white clouds, pavilions and pavilions, only the vast outside the pass and the biting cold wind.

The word "road" that he once sealed appeared in his mind again, full of entanglements...

At that time, he finally decided that it was too difficult to be independent, so I would just go with the flow...

So, he used Lin Su as a stepping stone to knock on the door of the Confucian saint...

Sure enough, with this move, his fate took a 180-degree turn. He was transferred back from the distant city of Guancheng to a powerful palace like Wenbaotang, and his rank was promoted to Changxing. In terms of status, he has already reached the top of Wenbao Hall.

If Lin Su really dies outside the pass as they wish, Mei Qilang will probably be a newly rising star in the temple, blooming a belated style on his prosperous road. Occasionally, he will look back at the moonlit night and look outside the pass. Deep in his heart, At most, I feel a little guilty, and then as time goes by, I will completely forget this guilt...

However, Lin Su is not dead!

And he also brought back the Soldier Saint!

Became the biggest celebrity in front of the Soldier Saint!

From that moment on, Mei Qilang was sweating profusely. He knew Lin Su's methods, and he also knew Lin Su's character. Revenge does not take overnight. Even if he could not defeat Confucianists, painters, and Le family saints, he could not defeat him. The baseless Umeshichiro?

However, the course of events once again subverted Mei Qilang's cognition.

Lin Su didn't take revenge!

At least there is no retaliation on the surface!

However, the countless big things he did made Mei Qilang doubt again and again...

Was it because Le Sheng was executed because the Le family's son planned the assassination of him outside the customs?

The painting saint was executed because of the painter’s son?

The Confucian saint was disgraced yesterday. Is it because of the Confucian saint?

If they are all, then the degree of horror is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. This is a person who seeks revenge from above. This is a person who collects debts and not only repays the principal but also pays interest...

The three holy sons themselves paid an extremely heavy price, and their parents also suffered.

Where is he, Mei Qilang?

When will this plague come?

Today is finally here...

Mei Qilang's whole body was shaking...

The whole person was out of his mind.

"Brother Mei, we meet again!" Lin Su's voice was quite calm.

Mei Qilang bowed deeply: "Lin...Brother Lin!"

His voice was a little hoarse, and if you looked carefully, his back should be covered in cold sweat.

"Brother Mei has returned from the bitter cold outside the Pass to the Wenbao Hall, a wonderful place on earth. Congratulations!" Lin Su smiled slightly.

Mei Qilang's heart skipped a beat, and he forced a smile: "Brother Lin, please come to the study for tea."

"That's fine. Let's think about our old friends and our homeland, and then try a new tea with a new fire. Brother Mei, please!"

Mei Qilang praised: "Brother Lin's poems are really full of witty lines. Brother Lin, please..."

The three of them entered the study side by side. The concierge bowed and retreated, feeling somewhat confused. When he first saw Mei Changxing's reaction, he felt that there must be a big conflict between Mei Changxing and Lin Changxing, but now he sees , there seems to be no contradiction...

Mei Qilang's study.

The shelves are full of books, there are several pots of flowers, several branches of pens, and the ground is spotless. It should look elegant and clean no matter how you look at it, but it gives people a messy feeling.

This feeling comes from a piece of writing on the table.

There is only one word on this painting: road.

At first glance, the word "路" is just a clean word, but upon closer inspection, it is clear that it is endlessly messy. This word is like countless forked roads in the wilderness, and it has a maze-like energy.

It is such a word that changes the normal look and feel of this clean and elegant study.

As soon as Mei Qilang entered the study, he flicked his hand and said, "The study is a little messy, which makes Brother Lin laugh."

The piece of paper flew up out of thin air.

It seems that all roads on the earth have disappeared.

However, when the piece of paper flew halfway, Lin Su gently stretched out his hand, caught it, and admired it...

Mei Qilang didn't insist and came to the side of the coffee table to pour tea...

"Brother Mei!" Lin Su smiled softly: "The calligraphy you left in Wenxin Pavilion that day was five years ago, right?"

"Yes!" Mei Qilang said.

Lin Sudao: "In five years, your handwriting has deteriorated!"

Mei Qilang's hand trembled slightly, and the tea spilled, but it disappeared before it dripped onto the table.

Lin Sudao: "Although the road character you wrote that day was full of confusion, it still contained character. Today's road character, at first glance, seems round and flawless, but it has lost its character and is just a piece of waste paper!"

Mei Qilang's whole body stiffened. A cup of tea in his hand, he didn't know whether he should hand it to Lin Su's hand.

"There's no need to pour the tea. The idea of ​​drinking tea is only for people outside, so it can be considered as preserving some dignity for you!" Lin Su said: "You have been obsessed with the word 'road' for half your life, and you have been endlessly confused. There was also a final decision, and it turned out that you still made the wrong choice!”

Mei Qilang's face was extremely tangled, he slowly put down the teapot in his hand, slowly raised his head, and smiled softly, the smile was infinitely sad: "Brother Lin, I know that my journey has finally come to an end. There are endless twists and turns in the world. I hope the whole thing is wrong... I hope I don't tell my adoptive father about my little brother."

"Do you remember that you have a foster father?"

Mei Qilang said: "Some things are very strange. When I was a child, I looked at my adoptive father as if he were a god. When I was a young man, I looked at my adoptive father and felt that he was not a god. When I was young, I was high-spirited. When I looked at my adoptive father, I felt that my adoptive father was not a god. However, after entering the temple, I felt that my adoptive father was better than him in everything! But today I suddenly realized that I am not as good as him! His field of vision is no more than a hundred miles away, but he has roots, but I, as a member of the Holy Temple, have no roots and no way to go!”

Lin Sudao: "The road is really a strange thing. Sometimes, you think it is a broad road, but in fact it is a dead end. Sometimes you think there is no way to go, but in fact there is still a way to go!"

Mei Qilang's whole body was shocked: "Brother Lin... are you still willing to give me a way?"

Lin Su flicked her hand lightly, and the word "road" written in her palm turned into butterflies flying...

He smiled softly: "Let me think about my hometown... Do you know what your hometown looks like today?"

Mei Qilang said: "Brother Lin's wonderful hands have made our homeland a fairyland on earth. Even if I am doomed, I am deeply grateful to Brother Lin."

Lin Sudao: "It may not be a fairyland on earth! There is a force stationed on its side with ulterior motives..."

"Brother Lin is referring to... the Holy Family of Painting Saints?"

"There is no orthodox painting saint in the world, so how can the Holy Family of painting saints be formed based on the painting saint?! The temple is magnanimous and has never ordered to eradicate the roots. But you are a passionate person in that hot land, and you enter with the mountains and rivers of your homeland in mind. This family is upright in detecting hidden dangers.”

Mei Qilang's whole body was shaken...

Ming Tianyan, who had not spoken until now, was also shocked...

What are you doing?

Is the Holy Family extinct?

Exterminating the Holy Family is the most taboo thing.

Because this is inconsistent with the holy way, which advocates mercy and forgiveness. If a saint has a problem, his descendants cannot eradicate him as long as there is no conclusive evidence to prove that he has gone astray.

Even when the conflict between Confucianism and military strategists was at its fiercest, Confucianism did not kill all the descendants of military strategists and allowed them to establish Makino Villa.

In the later period, something happened to Fengya, which did not affect the Lesheng Holy Family, but only canceled its literary quota.

Now that something happened to the painting saint, Lin Su pointed his sword at the painting saint's family.

It's a bit subversive once this happens...

Mei Qilang slowly raised his head: "Is this the path Brother Lin showed me?"

"Above the temple, singing and marching forward is the way. In the world of mortals, protecting the environment and the people is also the way. Is Brother Mei willing to take this road?"

Mei Qilang looked at the sky for a long time: "From now on on this road, I will never see the temple scenery again. It is indeed sad. However, I can see the back of my adoptive father. Thank you Brother Lin for helping me!"

Bow deeply.

"Go!"

Mei Qilang bowed to the ground: "Farewell Brother Lin!"

Lin Su slowly turned around...

Mei Qilang stood up slowly and walked out of his study...

Ming Tianyan slowly withdrew his eyes from his back and sighed softly: "Why are you still willing to give him a chance?"

Lin Su sighed softly: "Who in the world doesn't always question his own path? He can struggle in this kind of environment for more than six years. In essence, he is not a hopeless person, which really makes it difficult for me to start. He is probably his adoptive father, you know? This old man has taken in thousands of homeless people, and his greatest pride is always this Mei Qilang. I don’t want him to pick it off with his own hands. With this portrait, I don’t even want this old man to think about whether he should have taken in thousands of people before he died.”

Ming Tianyan smiled softly: "Sometimes I also have an illusion. Are you the Confucian Master, or is the Confucian Master in the third heaven? Your benevolence may seem small sometimes, but it makes people's hearts move... "

"There are so many ways in the world, and sometimes who can tell which one it is?" Lin Su smiled and said, "You call this Confucianism, but the Confucian fellow might say it is soldiers!"

"That's true, if a Chang Xing comes to Hua Sheng's Holy Family, Hua Sheng's Holy Family may also be doomed... Do you know that you have opened a new door?"

"what for?"

"Not bringing harm to the Holy Family is the bottom line that the saints in the third heaven must carefully adhere to. Not digging up ancestral graves for hatred is the bottom line that the secular world must adhere to..."

"Things are not the same. Lesheng will be punished. Not only will I not punish the Lesheng family, I will also protect it! Because the Lesheng family and the Lesheng family have different paths; the painting family is different. Their past actions deserve great attention. Chatcha!”

The two stepped out of the study, and there was an old man with white hair outside.

Ming Tianyan was slightly startled: "Hall Master Ding!"

The visitor turned out to be Ding Lingdao, the master of Wenbao Hall. Wenbao Hall was one of the twenty-three partial palaces. Its master was also the palace master and a high-level quasi-sage.

Ding Lingdao bowed slightly: "Lin Changxing and Elder Ming came to Wenbao Hall, but I couldn't welcome you from far away. Please forgive me!"

Lin Su and Ming Tianyan returned the favor...

After some pleasantries, Ding Ling said: "You two have never been to Wenbao Hall. Why are you here today?"

Lin Sudao: "I came here today mainly to enter the Wenlu. Is it convenient?"

Ding Lingdao smiled and said: "Those above the Changxing and Elders of the Temple can enter the literary furnace to refine cultural treasures. This is the rule of the Temple. Is there any reason for inconvenience? Lin Changxing and the elders have prepared the banquet." , you can enter the literary furnace after the banquet.”

The banquet at Wenbao Hall was obviously extraordinary.

The master of the Wenbao Hall and all the top elders accompanied him, and his level was obviously extraordinary.

Lin Su and Ming Tianyan enjoyed a sumptuous banquet, expressed their gratitude to the hall master, followed a set of procedures, and then entered Wenyuan - the location of the stove, called Wenyuan.

The signal sent by this banquet is already a bit subtle.

Lin Su and Ming Tianyan are out-and-out taboos in the temple. In the past, it was impossible to receive such treatment when entering various palaces. The palace masters and elders did not dare to establish deep revolutionary friendship with them. .

But now, the tide has changed.

This is the signal.

The sun was setting in the west, and in Wenyuan, it seemed brighter than during the day.

Because here, there is the fire of literature.

The fire of literature and art refines the treasure of literature and art. The law of heaven is immortal and the gentle fire will last forever.

In the general sense, cultural treasure does not require the fire of literature. At any level, if you lift up your pen and write down, it is a cultural treasure, but that kind of cultural treasure is not actually a cultural treasure in the true sense.

Wenbao in the true sense needs to be refined.

Especially after becoming a high-level quasi-sage or saint, you need to use this fire furnace to use the holy treasure as your own weapon.

For example, Weiyang's brush is the product of this melting pot of literature and art.

For example, Li Guihan's Jade Chan and Dao Xi are also products of this melting pot of literature and Taoism.

Lin Su is not a saint at the moment. He theoretically cannot refine a holy treasure. However, he is a quasi-sage of heaven. He already has three holy rings. Even if the cultural treasure he refines does not reach the level of a holy treasure, it will obviously be A quasi-saint treasure that is higher than the pinnacle quasi-saint.

Ming Tianyan was very interested in what he wanted to practice and asked him face to face, but Lin Su Xiaoxiao did not answer and strolled towards the Wen Dao Furnace in front of him. From a distance, this furnace was only ten feet high, but if he took a step forward, the furnace would appear out of thin air. Dial it up ten times.

Lin Su took eight steps and the furnace was like heaven and earth.

"How about you refine the Supa I gave you and refine it into the most magical quasi-sage treasure of heaven!" Ming Tianyan rolled his eyes quietly.

Lin Su glared at her: "In the future, I will take this fragrant Supa and gently shake it? Will it be very girly?"

"A real man is one who likes women. Those who don't like women are dead eunuchs who can't do anything!" Ming Tianyan said.

Depend on!

Lin Su looked sideways: "You think I don't know your little thoughts and refined that Supa into a holy treasure. I will have to carry it with me in the future. In this way, you will be hanging on me for a long time. How can I walk around the world in style?" ? So, I will definitely not practice..."

"Okay, okay, I know what you want to practice. Although this thing has nothing to do with me, I must admit that this thing is more suitable than Supa." Ming Tianyan admitted defeat.

"Do you know what I want to practice?"

"What else could it be? You said you could travel the world in style! Can't I guess it?" Ming Tianyan said, "What you want to practice is your Xiaoyao Flute!"

"You guessed wrong again!"

Ming Tianyan's eyes widened: "How could it be wrong? Absolutely impossible!... Is it really wrong?"

"What a mistake!"

Ming Tianyan said: "Are you still thinking about the Weiyang Brush? Do you want to get the Weiyang Brush from Bing Zun and put your logo on it? I personally think this is quite exciting. After all, it is an authentic sacred artifact. After conversion, it becomes your holy weapon, which is higher than the quasi-holy weapon of heaven."

She was a little excited.

Because she had a glimpse of this possibility.

This was almost her best solution for Lin Su's refining of the holy weapon from her own perspective.

Lin Su is currently a quasi-sage of heaven. No matter how magical the artifacts he refines are, they are only quasi-sages of heaven and cannot reach the level of holy weapons.

The Weiyang Brush itself is a sacred weapon. Lin Su can just use it to refine it again and put his mark on it, keeping the original level of the sacred weapon unchanged. In this way, his little man...oh, no, his fellow travelers, Don’t you already have a standard holy weapon?

Although it was very difficult to take Weiyang Pen out of Soldier Saint's hand, who made the old man feel guilty at that time? When taking back Weiyang's pen, he said the word "borrow"...

However, Lin Su shook his head slightly: "It's still wrong!"

Wrong!

Ming Tianyan was completely confused: "You vetoed the Xiaoyao Flute, which represents the romantic and unrestrained style, and you also vetoed the Weiyang Bi, which represents the most powerful combat power. What on earth do you want to practice?"

Lin Su slowly raised a finger and pointed at the tip of his nose: "Me!"

Ming Tianyan was so surprised: "Are you going to train yourself?"

"Yeah, I'm a rebellious person. I want to see how many relics I can refine..."

"You're still a master of literature and art, so why don't you use yourself to refine Buddhist relics? Stop talking nonsense!"

Lin Su smiled softly: "Okay, I'll tell the truth! I came here today not to refine some holy weapon, but to confirm a theory..."

"What theory?"

"The Fusion of Wen Dao is actually a huge and boundless world of erudition, and I happen to be on the road to the world of erudition. If I capture the trajectory of the melting pot of erudition, can I turn the world of erudition and erudition in my body into a fusion?" Where's the furnace?"

Ming Tianyan's heart was pounding: "Malging the world into a furnace?"

"yes!"

"This... this is so crazy! This... this is something completely beyond the realm of literature. At least there has never been any record of this in the realm of literature."

Lin Sudao: "The quasi-sage of the way of heaven is itself a road that has not been taken before. Who can know what this road will look like at the end? But one thing is certain, the nine paths in my body Working together and working independently should not be its ultimate form.”

Ming Tianyan's hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed him tightly...

Lin Su slowly turned around: "Don't worry, I don't guarantee that my Wen Dao Quasi-Saint Bo Realm will definitely come true, but I guarantee that Lin Su who goes in will never become a Wen Dao calamity."

"Why do you make the guarantee?"

"Because although I have always been reluctant to admit it and have always been very low-key, I still can't hide the ironclad fact that I am really a genius, really..."

With a slight contraction of his hand, Lin Su stepped away from Ming Tianyan's palm and stepped into the melting pot of literature and art.