Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 199: Ten Thousand Books Worship
On the auspicious clouds.

The chubby little Qilin suddenly disappeared.

When everyone was puzzled, they found that the auspicious clouds in the sky were quickly dispersing and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"How is this going?"

A teacher from the academy was very anxious, fearing that it was a bad omen.

The faces of the others all changed. Why did the auspicious sign suddenly disappear? At this moment, everyone's heart skipped a beat. Did the disappearance of the auspicious sign indicate...

The gentleman failed to be promoted to a virtual saint?

Many people's faces turned pale again and they dared not look towards Jiaziyuan.

“Is it going to fail in the end?”

The old teacher asked blankly, unable to accept it in his heart.

At this time, Xiaopang appeared in Feng Qingyan's study. He looked around and then walked around Feng Qingyan with anxious eyes, looking very worried.

"Aww—"

The little Qilin roared at Feng Qingyan.

Unfortunately, Feng Qingyan didn't see, hear, or feel Xiaopang's presence at all at this time.

This made Xiaopang very sad.

The whole world weighed down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.

All the bones in his body were shattered, his muscles were almost turned into meat paste, and even his soul was under tremendous pressure, which almost caused his will to collapse.

But his soul is different from ordinary people.

If it were someone else, not only would their body not be able to bear it, but their soul would also not be able to bear it and would collapse in an instant.

As strong as Feng Qingyan's will is, so strong is his soul.

At this time, it is completely supported by willpower.

He could no longer feel the pain of his body, or even the existence of his body. Only his unyielding will remained.

struggling to support.

At this time, Xiaopang growled a few more times, then stretched out his tongue and licked Feng Qingyan's body, leaving a layer of crystal clear "golden liquid".

But in the blink of an eye, the "Golden Liquid" was integrated into Feng Qingyan's body.

Both muscles and bones are repairing rapidly, and the speed of repair is as fast as growing flesh on bones, which is very terrifying.

However, the little fat man, who was originally very solid and seemed real, became increasingly weak.

As if transparent.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Qingyan felt the existence of his body and the great pain in his body, and his will gradually recovered.

"what--"

He stood up suddenly and roared to the sky.

At this moment, he felt full of strength, as if he had returned to his peak state, which surprised him a little. However, the weight of the world as a virtual saint still weighed on him, and he could not afford to think too much.

He gave a wry smile.

It was just the pain and breakdown of starting over again.

Even if he recovered to his peak condition, he still couldn't bear the weight of the world.

When he was curious about why he suddenly recovered, he saw an almost transparent little Qilin growling at him weakly.

"It's you?"

Feng Qingyan was stunned.

Although the little Qilin was always obscured by auspicious clouds when he was praying to Shengze during the entrance ceremony, he was still seen by him in the end.

Therefore, he recognized the little Qilin in front of him at a glance as the Qilin from that day.

It just became vague and transparent.

"Aww—"

The little Qilin still roared weakly.

"Thanks."

Feng Qingyan Road.

At this moment, he was also a little confused as to whether the little Qilin in front of him was real or just an illusion.

He "looked up" at the sky, his eyes filled with resentment.

"In my previous life, I was the lord of the underworld, in charge of the reincarnation of the heavens. How could I not bear the weight of the world?" Feng Qingyan was filled with strong anger and a cold and arrogant aura burst out, which seemed to make the heaven and earth tremble slightly.

His will was now as strong as the heavens.

Then the soul becomes as powerful as the heavens.

A strange darkness suddenly appeared behind him, and a mysterious stone door emerged from the darkness. It was the ghost gate brought from his previous life.

At this time, the ghost gate seemed to penetrate heaven and earth.

It held up the weight of the world for Feng Qingyan, making him feel relaxed instantly and not even feeling the slightest pressure.

This made him completely stunned.

He slowly raised his hands and looked around. There was really no pressure on his body at all. The ghost gate behind him was holding it up for him.

"Why didn't I think of that?"

He murmured woodenly.

If it weren't for the little Qilin saving his life, he would probably be dead now.

While he was feeling thankful, he also became a little confused as to why the ghost gate behind him did not appear before?
At this time, the little Qilin was surprised and looked at Feng Qingyan with astonishment.

He seemed a little confused. He clearly couldn't bear it just now, but in the blink of an eye, he felt no pressure at all.

Is this my credit? The more the little Qilin thought about it, the more likely it was, and he couldn't help but feel proud.

"Aww—"

Xiaopang suddenly had the strength to roar to the sky with a smug look on his face.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan seemed to have touched an extremely mysterious power, causing a holy light that penetrated the heaven and earth to suddenly burst out from his body.

Ding-ding-ding-ding——

At this time, all the Confucian books in the world suddenly emitted bursts of clear and crisp sounds, like the sound of gold and jade.

“Words resonate!”

The first person to react was the teacher of Zangshan Academy.

In the blink of an eye, the entire academy was shaken, and both the teachers and students were extremely excited.

"The literary spirit is like clouds!"

An instructor looked up and saw a surging literary energy gathering in the sky.

In an instant it transformed into a huge auspicious cloud, and sent down bursts of pleasant holy sounds, making people feel as if they had taken magic elixir and feel extremely comfortable all over.

"Holy Thunder Sound!"

Another teacher shouted excitedly.

At this moment, the huge auspicious cloud seemed to penetrate the sky and the earth, making the teacher of the academy excited again.

"The spirit penetrates the sky!"

Then, everyone saw words flying out of the books and dancing in the air like little people.

“Words dance!”

Someone couldn't help but yell.

At this time, big red brocade flowers bloomed between heaven and earth, with Zangshan Academy as the center, almost covering the entire world.

The bright red brocade flowers give off a refreshing fragrance.

I feel refreshed after hearing it.

The teacher of the academy was very excited when he saw this.

When people all over the world saw it, they were all shocked and seemed a little unable to believe it.

"This is impossible!"

"The weight of the world, how can Feng Sanding bear it?"

Countless people could not believe that Feng Qingyan could bear the weight of the virtual saint position. How could this be possible? Even if there were auspicious clouds across the sky and a unicorn descended, it could not change the fact that he was the weight of the world.

How could Feng Qingyan possibly bear it?

"Flowers bloom in the world! Haha——"

The teacher of the academy shouted loudly, shaking with excitement.

"When a saint is born, the world will bloom! When a saint is born, the world will bloom—"

The old teacher was so excited that he danced, shouted and jumped, unable to hide his excitement.

But in the blink of an eye, the sky and the ground were covered with bright red flowers.

The fragrance of flowers is refreshing.

Holy light rises to the sky, words resonate, literary energy is like clouds, holy sound roars like thunder, the energy penetrates the sky, words dance, and flowers bloom in heaven and earth!

The whole world was shocked.

This is someone who has become holy.

As for who it is, there is naturally no need to say more.

Confucian poetry and prose sounded like the sound of gold and jade, like a sweet sacred music, with words flying out and dancing one by one. The literary spirit like auspicious clouds penetrated the heaven and earth, and the sacred music descended like thunder that awakened and deafened the ears.

The sky and the earth are full of bright red flowers.

At this moment, everyone in the world was shocked by the amazing vision before their eyes, and their hearts were as if thousands of waves were set off. Someone really became a saint...

Even though he is just a virtual saint.

But also holy.

Under the thundering holy sound, the Wen Palace of the students of Zangshan Academy trembled, making their Wen Palace more solid. And under the superposition of various saintly visions, the students of Zangshan Academy obtained benefits that made people all over the world jealous...

Although wherever the vision occurs, people in the world can receive more or less blessings.

But it cannot be compared with Zangshan Academy.

"There's still one last step left!"

At this time, someone said, not knowing whether it was expectation or worry.

"There's still one last step left."

"There's still one last step left..."

It seems that the whole world is waiting for the final step.

shhh-

In the blink of an eye, countless books flew up and hovered in the sky one by one.

The sky is full of books, and it looks like a vast ocean at first glance.

They are worshipping towards the north.

Ten thousand books worship!

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PS: Thanks to "The White Impermanence of the Underworld, I Like You When the Weather is Cold, The Years of Zhou, Han, Tang and Ma Are Long, zht_tao" for the rewards!

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