Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 325: Terrifying Literary Luck
in the dark.

Feng Qingyan looked at the evil spirit and began to think.

If the evil spirit and the "weird" are great enemies, is it before death or after death? If it is before death, doesn't it mean that the "weird" has already appeared, and it is not because of the Shang Emperor?
This shouldn't be possible.

It seems to be after death.

Perhaps in the era of ghost merchants, evil spirits lurked in the netherworld, but the appearance of "weirdness" drove the evil spirits out of the netherworld, forcing them to wander on the ice field.

So there was the Misty Icefield...

After a while, the "weird" creatures around were all torn to pieces, but Feng Qingyan did not immediately appear at the Ghost Gate. After all, the evil spirit had just killed nearly a hundred "weird creatures" and had suffered many casualties, so he let them take their time.

Ok?
Feng Qingyan's brows suddenly frowned.

He saw a strange aura in the darkness, which startled him. If an evil spirit or a dead soul was sensed by the strange aura, wouldn't it be transformed into an evil ghost?

At this time, he immediately ordered the evil spirit to stay away, and then used his literary energy to purify the strange aura.

in a blink.

One day passed.

Feng Qingyan integrated a hundred thousand evil spirits and reappeared at the ghost gate behind him.

When the Ghost Gate emerged, the "weirdness" hidden in the underworld once again rushed towards Feng Qingyan frantically, as if it was not afraid of the hundred thousand evil spirits at all.

This made Feng Qingyan very confused.

The Ghost Gate clearly suppressed them...

When "Weird" came to kill him again, he vaguely saw that "Weird"'s eyes were full of madness and greed.

The madness is understandable.

But what about greed?

“Weird” Greedy Ghost Gate?
Feng Qingyan really couldn’t understand why the “weird” was so greedy for the Ghost Gate, unless the Ghost Gate had a special effect on the “weird”.

Special role...

Feng Qingyan frowned and thought.

"Weird" is so crazy, could it be that the ghost gate can help them become "taboo".

This shouldn't be the case.

The Ghost Gate was clearly the Ghost Gate of his previous life, so what did it have to do with this world? Moreover, it was just a Ghost Gate.

Could it be that the Ghost Gate is hiding a secret that he doesn't know about?
While Feng Qingyan was thinking, 100 thousand evil spirits fought frantically with the "weird things". When the number of "weird things" coming reached dozens, they immediately retracted the Ghost Gate.

In just a short while, 100,000 evil spirits killed "weirdness".

At this time, Feng Qingyan let the evil spirit rest, and even tacitly allowed the evil spirit to devour the dead souls to strengthen its strength...

……

"There are probably more than a hundred 'weird' ones..."

Feng Qingyan sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, gazing at the darkness in the distance.

During the break, he also spent some time studying the Ghost Gate, but unfortunately he didn't find anything. Moreover, the "weird" thing was not the sixteen evil ghosts guarding the Ghost Gate...

This made him a little disappointed.

The sixteen evil ghosts guarding the Ghost Gate are not dead souls, not evil ghosts, not evil ghosts, not fierce monsters, and not "weird", so what are they exactly?
Is it a "taboo"?
"Taboo?"

At this time Feng Qingyan's face changed. He had tried almost everything that could be considered a "ghost", except for the "taboos".

If it is really a "taboo", where should he go?
Besides, even if we find it, how do we catch it?
His brows were furrowed.

call--

After a while, he exhaled, stood up, and continued to use the ghost gate to lure "weirdness".

After a few days, the three hundred or so "weird" in the netherworld were finally killed by the 100,000 evil spirits. And the 100,000 evil spirits were almost half gone, especially the evil spirits below the level of Wen Xiang. The "weird" could kill hundreds or thousands in an instant...

There are only about 50,000 evil spirits left out of the 100,000.

"Finally, the killing is over." Feng Qingyan said calmly, not really excited at all.

However, although the "weird" had been killed, there were still many evil ghosts in the netherworld. Otherwise, how could the netherworld be considered the territory of evil ghosts?

"Then clear it out completely."

Feng Qingyan thought for a moment and said, lead 50,000 evil spirits to sweep the underworld and kill countless evil ghosts, fierce ghosts, fierce ghosts, and great evils.

At this time, he started from the Yellow Spring Ghost Land and cleared out the evil ghosts completely.

When he was halfway through clearing it, he discovered that there was actually a lot of literary luck in the world, which poured into his literary palace and flowed into the three gentleman tripods.

However, the literary energy in the Gentleman's Cauldron had already been filled up, so it had to flow out.

Feng Qingyan was a little surprised.

Where does this literary fortune come from?
In the past few days, he had not done anything except leading the evil spirits to kill the weird in the netherworld. According to his past experience, literary luck would only come when he helped a large number of literati...

But now he is in the netherworld and has not been able to help a large number of scholars.

Moreover, there is also literary fortune in the underworld?
Without giving it much thought, he continued to lead the evil spirits to kill the evil ghosts.

As time went by, he cleared out more and more evil spirits, and used his literary energy to purify the strange aura, returning the underworld to a bright and clear world...

At this time, his literary fortune was even better.

It seemed to be pouring in endlessly, so much that Feng Qingyan couldn't imagine it, which made him even more confused. Was he mending the sky or repairing the earth to have so much literary luck?

At this moment Feng Qingyan was stunned. Could it be related to clearing the underworld?
But what does the underworld have to do with the holy way?

If there is merit in clearing the netherworld, it should be the fortune of the netherworld, not the fortune of literature.

Not long after, Feng Qingyan led 50,000 evil spirits to clear them out at the foot of Fengshan Mountain.

At this time, tens of thousands of souls have gathered in Fengshan, and some have regained consciousness. Moreover, there are still a steady stream of souls coming from all around Fengshan...

The top of Fengshan Mountain.

Miss Yaoyao was still dressed in bright red, quietly looking at Feng Qingyan below.

At this time, Feng Qingyan smiled and greeted, looking at the dead soul on Mount Feng, and said: "Miss Yaoyao, do you know why the dead soul regained consciousness?"

Miss Yaoyao walked down step by step, then turned around and looked at Fengshan, saying: "Fengshan has regained a trace of imperial power..."

"So this mountain is called Fengshan."

Feng Qingyan nodded and found that the name "Fengshan" seemed familiar. It seemed that there was also a mountain named Fengshan in the underworld of his previous life.

Moreover, Mount Feng runs through the Yin and Yang worlds and can be considered a bridge between the two worlds.

"Imperial power?"

Feng Qingyan was a little surprised and asked, "What imperial power?"

He did not know the history of Fengshan, so naturally he did not know that Fengshan possessed imperial power.

I don’t know if Miss Yaoyao doesn’t know or doesn’t want to say it. She glanced at Feng Qingyan and left, returning to the top of Mount Feng…

Feng Qingyan shook his head and led the evil spirits to continue to eliminate the evil ghosts.

Time passes day by day.

Although there is no danger in clearing out evil spirits, the netherworld is too vast to be cleared out. In fact, to say that it is clearing out is just like fishing in a vast ocean...

Feng Qingyan led the evil spirits to sweep around, and finally cleared out countless evil ghosts.

Of course, there will definitely be many fish that slip through the net, but there is nothing we can do about it. It is impossible to completely eliminate them.

And during these few days, the literary fortune has never stopped.

The literary luck in his Wen Palace seemed to be even greater than his literary spirit, filling the entire Wen Palace. At this moment, Feng Qingyan didn't know what to say. If he told others that the literary luck in his Wen Palace was even greater than his literary spirit...

Will anyone believe it?
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(End of this chapter)