Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 390 The Second Zhewei

In Feng Qingyan's eyes.

The bronze coffin turned into an ancient black pottery flower pot.

Some rough textures can be seen faintly on the basin, but they have been worn away and are blurred. The basin is filled with the netherworld soil, or the Yin soil, ghost soil, which is filled with a strong underworld aura...

The red spider lily in the pot is as red as fire and is about to bloom.

But it didn't bloom for a long time.

It seemed like it was stuck by something, which surprised Feng Qingyan a little.

Outside the fiery red flower buds, there is also a faint fragrance, like a layer of light mist, lingering with a wisp of mysterious atmosphere.

In addition to the fiery red buds, this plant of red spider lily also has sixteen emerald green leaves on the flower stem.

The leaves do not grow opposite each other, but grow in an alternating pattern.

However, in Feng Qingyan's memory, the red spider lily has no leaves, because the flowers and leaves of the red spider lily will never meet.

There are flowers but no leaves, there are leaves but no flowers.

"That's strange, why are there leaves?"

Feng Qingyan's brows gradually furrowed, and he was a little confused. In his previous life, he had indeed never seen a red spider lily with leaves...

wrong!

At this moment Feng Qingyan was suddenly startled, and his mind was shaken.

It wasn't that the red spider lily was wrong, but why did the bronze coffin turn into a black pottery flowerpot? At this moment, he quickly came back to his senses, and when he looked again, there was no black pottery flowerpot.

It was clearly a bronze coffin, with red spider lilies floating in it.

However, at this time, the leaf closest to the root was withering rapidly and falling into the soil.

After a moment it blended into the soil.

However, only one leaf withered, and then it did not continue to wither.

"Could it be related to the Blood Queen?"

Feng Qingyan began to think.

"Sixteen taboos, sixteen leaves, what is the connection between them?"

At this moment, Feng Qingyan suddenly remembered that in the illusion just now, it seemed that the black pottery flowerpot also had sixteen sides. Then Feng Qingyan's face froze a little. He suppressed the "taboo" not to destroy it, but for the ghost gate behind him.

The ghost gate behind you needs sixteen "taboos" to open.

But now the "taboo" has been destroyed by him.

Could it be that the gate of hell can never be opened again?

Feng Qingyan was really stunned.

At this time, the blood-red in the mountain and sea world quickly faded away, the sky returned to clarity, and the strange black fog that shrouded the earth also disappeared.

Everyone in the Mountain and Sea Realm couldn't help but feel excited when they discovered the changes in the world.

The "taboo" must have been suppressed.

"The taboo was suppressed by the bronze coffin?" a Taoist disciple asked impatiently, "It must have been suppressed..."

At this time, Taoist True Lords, Holy Saints, and others immediately rushed towards the end of the mountain and sea realm.

Although the blood color faded.

But the collapse of heaven and earth could not be recovered.

At the end of the mountain and sea world, the earth seemed to be shattered, and even the cracks in the sky had not healed, blowing out terrible strong winds...

However, the "taboo" was eventually suppressed.

And in the Zhou Dynasty.

The blood color that had originally engulfed Dongfang Tian had now disappeared.

"The taboo has been suppressed?"

"The taboo must have been suppressed, otherwise the world would not have recovered its peace..."

At this time, countless people were shocked. They didn't expect that the "taboo" would be suppressed so quickly, which was far beyond their imagination. As far as they knew, even a saint couldn't suppress the "taboo" so quickly, and the "taboo" in front of them was not an ordinary "taboo"...

The strength is far beyond the past.

Everyone in the Zhou world was shocked and looked up at the eastern sky for a long time, somewhat unable to believe it.

This "taboo" not only came into being quickly, but was suppressed even faster. It seemed that it did not even cause a wave, making people feel that the "taboo" was nothing more than that.

……

And at this time.

Suddenly, a vast literary destiny emerged between heaven and earth.

It was rushing towards Feng Qingyan's Wen Palace madly, which immediately brought him back to his senses from his thoughts. He looked at the sky of the Mountain and Sea Realm with some confusion.

Wen Yun? Feng Qingyan was a little surprised.

But when he looked up, he couldn't help but look shocked.

This literary energy seemed to be even more than when he destroyed the "weirdness", like a huge sea of ​​clouds, appearing in the sky of the mountain and sea world.

At this moment, literary luck poured in madly, and it seemed to have filled the Wen Palace in an instant.

"With so many, will it explode?"

Feng Qingyan was stunned.

However, he had at least one chance and was not too worried.

Not long after, his Wen Palace began to feel swollen, as if it was about to be burst by his literary luck.

"Too much literary luck is not a good thing."

Feng Qingyan shook his head.

As time passed, the feeling of Wen Gong's expansion became clearer and stronger, giving him a feeling like he was about to explode.

Having too much literary luck is really not a good thing...

Feng Qingyan looked up at the sky in silence.

This feeling was a bit bad, as if something was about to be stuffed into his palace.

Too passive.

Although he knew that literary luck was the key to the birth of a philosopher, the birth of a philosopher seemed a bit painful...

Besides, his first philosophical position has not been given away yet.

Is a second philosopher going to be born now?

Isn't this a bit too crazy?
still have a question.

If he could gain a huge amount of literary fortune every time he suppressed a "taboo", wouldn't sixteen philosophers be born?

Isn't this crazy?

The literary fortune this time is even greater than that during the first philosophical period.

Naturally, a philosopher will be born.

boom--

Soon after, the Wen Palace seemed to explode.

Feng Qingyan felt that the Wen Palace was shaking violently, and the Wen Yun was spinning wildly, as if it was tearing the Wen Palace apart.

This made him feel a little painful.

But if you grit your teeth, you can endure it.

At this time, inside the Wen Palace, the swirling literary luck was interweaving madly, becoming more and more solid, as if it had turned into substance, especially in the center of the vortex.

boom--

The Wen Palace was in chaos.

A flawless white jade plaque, emitting a faint holy light, was hung on the second floor of the Holy Power. This was the Zhewei representing the second move of the first chapter of the Holy Art "Sitting and Discussing the Dao" "The Wind Rises Nine Thousand Miles"...

This jade token is the same as the first one.

It is only two or three fingers wide, with mysterious textures on the surface, emitting a faint white light.

"The second position..."

Feng Qingyan frowned, his expression somewhat indifferent.

The birth of Zhewei means nothing to him, and the second Zhewei will definitely not be the end.

He had an illusion that he could produce at least ten philosophers, or even sixteen...

Ten philosophical positions?

Sixteen philosophers?
What a terrifying existence is this?

It is extremely rare for a philosopher to be born.

At this time, Feng Qingyan frowned, as if the birth of too many philosophers was not a good thing. The Confucian sage and teacher only had twelve philosophers. How dare there be more than the sage and teacher?

"If a single sacred technique could give birth to a philosopher..."

Feng Qingyan was thinking, and then he realized that he had not created a sacred art for a long time and had been stuck at the fourth style of the first chapter.

Is it time to create a second chapter?

He had already had an idea about Chapter 2: Sacred Arts.

……

(End of this chapter)