Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 373: Born with a literary mind?

My heart is the emperor's heart?
When this thought appeared in Feng Qingyan's mind, it seemed to explode with a "boom".

At this moment, his body began to tremble uncontrollably. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at the Holy Heaven. His gaze was like two sharp black lights that directly penetrated the impenetrable Holy Heaven.

His eyes are like knives.

Penetrating upwards layer by layer.

But in the blink of an eye, his sight broke through the layers of holy heavens and finally fell on the ninth heaven. The ninth heaven was still filled with black fog, and the thick black fog filled the entire world, as dark as night.

It seems to be more serious than what I have seen before.

At this moment, he glanced around, but did not see any imperial heart, but saw two extremely tall holy monuments.

The two holy monuments burst out with strong white light, burning the black fog like flames.

However, the black fog in the holy sky was so much that it was unimaginable, as if vast oceans were falling. Every time the white light purified a piece of black fog sea, several pieces of black fog seas would fall immediately.

The purification speed of the white light cannot keep up with the falling speed of the black fog.

So the black fog engulfed the Holy Heaven.

These two holy tablets that contained terrifying power were the holy tablets of the Supreme Saint Teacher and the Great Saint Supreme. When the Emperor's heart was shaken, since the other holy tablets all had holy shadows, then these two most terrifying holy tablets should also have a holy shadow.

But the black fog still engulfed Shengtian.

Does this mean that even the Supreme Saint and the Great Saint cannot suppress the black fog?
After a moment, his gaze moved away from the holy monument and fell on the holy heaven outside the holy monument, but he saw that the ninth heaven was infinite and there was no end in sight.

His eyes swept around, searching for Emperor Xin.

But I didn’t see Emperor Xin.

Where does this black fog come from?

His eyes continued to scan, cutting through the sky and earth like a black knife.

After a while, he suddenly saw that the black fog was actually seeping down from the Holy Heaven. How could it be seeping down from the Holy Heaven?
There is no heaven above the holy sky.

Nothing at all.

As the leader said before, the Emperor's Heart was suppressed in the Holy Heaven, so the Emperor's Heart should be in the ninth level of the Holy Heaven. However, there was no Emperor's Heart in the ninth level, and the black fog was seeping down from the Holy Heaven.

Does this mean that the Emperor’s heart is above the Holy Heaven?

His gaze turned toward the Holy Heaven again.

But at this moment, his gaze suddenly stopped, and then he saw nothing, and then he lost the ability to break through the Holy Heaven.

His eyes returned to normal.

At this time, the three great leaders were looking at Feng Qingyan in surprise. The leader of the Confucianism sect pondered for a moment and said, "Did Feng Sheng discover anything?"

Feng Qingyan came back to his senses and said, "I didn't find anything."

The three great leaders looked at each other with some doubt in their eyes, and it seemed that Feng Sheng had become a little cold.

"Feng Shengzhen didn't find anything?"

Dignified middle-aged man.

Feng Qingyan shook his head and looked into the distance quietly.

The three great religious leaders did not ask any further questions and stayed in the Holy Heaven for more than an hour. Seeing that the Emperor's heart was no longer beating, they left with some relief.

Where is the emperor's heart?
Feng Qingyan has been thinking, could it be outside the Holy Heaven?
Since it is outside of the Holy Heaven, how can the Holy Heaven suppress the Emperor's Heart? Or is it that the Emperor's Heart is not outside of the Holy Heaven, but it is not in the ninth level of the Holy Heaven?
He began to search the first level of the Holy Heaven carefully.

However, without that terrifying look just now, he would not be able to search for Shengtian at all. And how did he get that terrifying look just now?

"My heart is the emperor's heart."

Feng Qingyan was silent for a while, then spoke in a low voice.

call out--

His eyes shot out like knives.

At this time, his gaze was like two terrifying black knives, quickly cutting through the first level of Holy Heaven. However, in the blink of an eye, he had searched through the first level of Holy Heaven and did not find the Emperor's Heart.

Then, his gaze fell only on the second level of the Holy Heaven.

Still no emperor's heart.

After a moment, that terrifying look disappeared, and Feng Qingyan said again: "My heart is the emperor's heart."

A knife-like gaze appeared in the third heaven, but still failed to find the Emperor's heart.

It goes on like this.

He searched to the ninth level of the Holy Heaven.

The first to eighth holy heavens all have boundaries, but the ninth holy heaven has no boundaries.

The Emperor's Heart might be hidden in the Ninth Holy Heaven, but it is more likely to be outside the Holy Heaven.

But his gaze still couldn't break through the ninth level of the Holy Heaven. "My heart is the Emperor's heart!"

At this time Feng Qingyan shouted coldly, and his eyes instantly broke through the Eightfold Holy Heaven.

Unfortunately, it is still at the ninth level of the Holy Heaven, and cannot move forward.

He sat cross-legged, thinking, "My heart is the emperor's heart." Could it be that the emperor's heart suppressed by Shengtian is really my heart?
This is impossible!

But why did it make him feel like he was being electrocuted?
When he realized that my heart is the emperor's heart, his mind seemed to explode. And, in an instant, he knew that my heart is the emperor's heart...

Therefore, the emperor's heart is his heart.

"I have a heart."

Feng Qingyan opened his eyes and said.

How can a person live without a heart?

So, he was absolutely sure that he had a heart, the Emperor's heart? Then why did he feel that the Emperor's heart was his heart?
After a moment, he stood up and untied the white robe on his chest, revealing his chest.

He held out his right hand.

The right hand is like a knife.

"You'll know once you break it open."

At this time, he looked at his right palm, then suddenly inserted it into his chest, with a look of pain on his face.

But no blood flowed.

He blocked the blood.

He reached towards his heart with his right hand and indeed felt a beating heart. He did have a heart.

So, the emperor’s heart is not my heart?

He tilted his head back slightly.

dong dong——

His right hand felt the beating of the heart.

Also feel it carefully.

I have a heart, so the emperor's heart should not be my heart...

He carefully pulled his right hand out.

For some reason, he seemed to feel slightly relieved.

At this moment, holy power gathered from all around, quickly fell on the wound, and repaired the wound at an incredibly terrifying speed.

He looked down at the wound.

Seeing the flesh and blood growing wildly...

However, he suddenly saw a faint white light emanating from the blood hole.

This white light is very familiar.

It was Wen Guang.

He was stunned.

Why is there a light coming out of the chest?

Could it be the Wen Guang bursting out from the Wen bones?

This is impossible.

dong dong——

His heart began to beat violently, as if it was about to burst out of his chest, and he murmured in a low voice: "This is impossible, this is impossible..."

In just a few dozen breaths, the holy power healed the wound.

Only faint scars are left.

puff!
His right hand reached into his chest again.

He couldn't see the heart in his chest, so he had to take it out carefully. When he saw the heart in his hand, he was stunned.

The heart in the hand emits a faint white light.

But it is not a heart of flesh and blood, but a heart composed of special literary power, which is actually a holy "literary heart"

Literary mind is the foundation of great Confucian scholars.

Only those who have a literary heart can be promoted to Duke Wen, that is, a great scholar. But Feng Qingyan never thought that he was born with a literary heart...

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(End of this chapter)