Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 156 The Desperate Gentleman (Please Recommend)

A thick fog descended on the eastern slope.

The majestic energy came from all around the heaven and earth, transformed into a huge vortex and madly poured into the bamboo building, causing it to squeak, as if it could not bear it.

Whether in Dongpo or in Wugong City, everyone was shocked by the majestic and powerful aura.

When others cast bones, it usually takes a long time, is silent, and difficult to be noticed.

However, the casting of Wen Gu by Feng Sandu was earth-shaking, as if it had triggered strange phenomena in heaven and earth, and it was visible within a radius of hundreds of miles, making it difficult not to notice.

This makes many people hard to believe, is this the case with casting bones?

Under the majestic and righteous energy, Feng Qingyan first completed the previously uncompleted manubrium, then the sternum body, and then the xiphoid process.

These three bones form the sternum.

After the three sternums were lit up, the aura of righteousness surged toward the clavicle and ribs connected to the sternum...

As time passed, the majestic aura that shrouded Dongpo finally disappeared.

I don’t know whether it was forged into literary bones by a gentleman, or disappeared between heaven and earth.

No one knows.

But everyone knows that a gentleman must have more than one literary bone, which really makes them amazed and envious.

"You are indeed a gentleman."

Du Wang looked at the bamboo building and sighed.

"You are indeed a gentleman."

Someone followed suit and sighed, and was once again amazed by the gentleman, saying: "Thinking back on what the gentleman did today, it is not so amazing that he was able to attract the great spirit of heaven and earth to forge the bones of literature."

"Your gentleman's demeanor is truly admirable to us."

Everyone at Dongpo was impressed by Feng Qingyan again.

After a while, the bamboo door of the bamboo building opened, and the gentleman came out. He was still dressed in white, but his demeanor was even more striking.

Eyes like stars, hair like ink, unrivaled elegance.

"Congratulations to the gentleman for forging a literary bone."

Someone walked up to the bamboo building and bowed to Feng Qingyan.

"Congratulations to the gentleman for forging a literary bone."

Everyone on Dongpo said in unison as if they had discussed it beforehand.

"You're welcome."

Feng Qingyan returned the gift and walked down from the bamboo building to look at the sky.

"Brother Feng, how many bones were cast?" Du Wang walked up and asked curiously. With such power, there must be more than one bone, but he didn't know whether it was two or three.

Everyone became curious upon hearing this and looked towards Feng Qingyan one by one.

"Let me count."

Feng Qingyan was stunned for a moment and really didn't pay attention.

Everyone was stunned when they heard this. They had to count them? What did this mean? Could it be that there were not two or three bones in the casting?

But many roots?
This this……

How can it be? !
This count made the young people in Dongpo even more desperate.

They didn't know how many years it took to cast one bone, but Feng Sanding was done in the blink of an eye, and they even had to count them to know how many bones there were.

Is this still a way to let people live?
After a few breaths, everyone saw that Feng Qingyan had not finished counting, and their eyes became more and more desperate.

This, haven’t been counted yet?
How many bones were forged? It took even a few breaths to count them all, and many people began to tremble all over. They were so scared.

"Brother Feng, haven't you finished counting yet?"

Du Wang's lips trembled and his face was full of despair.

"There should be more than a dozen."

Feng Qingyan said after a moment's hesitation.

"How many?!"

Du Wang exclaimed, his eyes wide open, he couldn't believe it.

When everyone heard this, they trembled all over and cast more than a dozen of them at once. Are they still human?

"Except for these two ribs." Feng Qingyan pointed to the lowest ribs on both sides and said, "The ribs on the chest have not yet become text bones."

"There are twelve ribs on the left and twelve ribs on the right, that's twenty-two bones in total."

Du Wang said to Feng Qingyan in pain, and then almost shouted, "These are twenty-two, not a dozen, not a dozen!"

When everyone heard the number of twenty-two literary bones, they were completely despaired.

"wrong!"

While Luo Xiang was shocked, he realized that everyone had overlooked the sternum, so he said, "To cast the text bones, cast the sternum first, then the ribs. There should be twenty-five text bones."

"Twenty-five bones!"

On Dongpo Mountain, countless young men wailed in despair. They had never heard of anyone being able to forge twenty-five literary bones in one go.

This is not just about not letting people live, but also about cutting off their way out.

"And two clavicles."

Feng Qingyan reminded.

"Twenty-seven bones..."

At this time, Du Wang was completely desperate. Even if he was at the level of a literary master, he might not be able to forge twenty-seven literary bones.

He entered the realm of scholars the year before last, and now he has only forged three literary bones.

Even though he only has three literary bones, it is more than many scholars, which makes him quite proud...

However, Feng Sanding was only at the literary talent level, and he was able to forge twenty-seven literary bones.

Is this the Minister of Literature?
Even Luo Xiang was shocked and frightened by the twenty-seven literary bones.

He has now only forged twenty-nine bones.

At this time, everyone didn't know what to say and could only look at Feng Qingyan in despair. They even had the thought that they were not born in the same era as Feng Sanding.

It is a tragedy for them to be born in the same era as Feng Sanding.

Because Feng Sanding's charm completely overshadowed them.

Perhaps thousands of years later, the people of Shu will only remember that Feng Sanding discussed Taoism for three days on the east slope of Wugong City, and that he suddenly realized the Tao and forged 27 bones of literature, overpowering countless young talents of Shu...

As for the heroes who were originally from the Kingdom of Shu, who still remembers him?
After a while, everyone left in a daze. They were listless and seemed to have lost their souls, which really made Feng Qingyan feel sad.

"Everyone, walk slowly and be careful where you step. Don't fall."

Feng Qingyan said caringly.

Everyone staggered when they heard this...

"Ah, I don't want to live anymore." Someone couldn't help but shout loudly, "It took me five years to forge one bone, but a gentleman forged twenty-seven bones in one day. How can I live in this world with dignity?"

"..."

Feng Qingyan felt helpless.

My literary bones were forged by myself.

I was just a little angry and unwilling, so I read some books to vent my anger. Who knew that it would turn into twenty-seven literary bones?

But speaking of it, is it really that difficult to cast text bones?
I don’t think so.

This is how Feng Qingyan feels.

Both times he forged the bones, he did it unintentionally, so he didn't feel any difficulty at all.

"Brother Du, is it difficult to forge the text bone?" Feng Qingyan hesitated for a moment, then stopped Du Wang and asked, "It seems to be quite easy. I forged it accidentally."

Du Wang stumbled, with pain and anger in his eyes, which shocked Feng Qingyan. He smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Brother Du, take care."

The night is getting darker, but the young people in Dongpo and Wugong City are destined to be unable to sleep tonight.

The number twenty-seven made them unable to calm down for a long time.

When it was almost midnight, a shadow floated from afar and came carefully to the foot of the east slope. At this time, Feng Qingyan walked down the bamboo building and down the east slope...

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