Meet the Gentleman

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The wind was howling and the rain was pouring.

Thunder and lightning broke through the dark clouds and split the thick mist, as if exploding in front of everyone's eyes, making many people's scalps numb.

The astronomical phenomena in Yunmengze are indeed somewhat scary.

but.

This did not stop the ships on the Nujiang River from heading towards the lake.

At this time, several men and women with swords on their backs in the pavilion were staring coldly at the boat that was beginning to dock, with sharp sword intent bursting out of their bodies. They slowly gathered towards the entrance of the pavilion, startling the young man who was hurriedly walking in the rain.

These young people who came in the rain all had extraordinary temperament and looked to be around twenty years old.

"Chen Ze has met you all."

A young man in white walked to the pavilion and bowed to everyone. He looked at the man and woman with swords on their backs with some confusion, frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Who are you waiting for?"

A young man with a sword on his back said with a serious face, with some doubts in his vigilance.

It seemed that these people were not coming for them, and there was no murderous intent in them. Instead, they looked a little doubtful.

This made them secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

At this time, more and more young people got off the boats and hurried towards the pavilion. They looked at the man and woman with swords on their backs blocking the pavilion with doubt. One of the young men frowned and said, "You are stopping us. Are you trying to occupy the Shenlai Pavilion alone? This is against the rules, isn't it?"

The man and woman with swords on their backs looked at each other and then stepped aside to make room.

But still did not let down his guard.

The young men who walked into the pavilion looked at the young man with a sword on his back with some confusion, and some of them frowned slightly.

These young men carrying swords do not look like literati, but rather like people from the Sword Country.

This is because the people of the Sword Country are too sharp, and everyone is like a long sword drawn from its sheath. However, many young people's eyes fell on Feng Qingyan involuntarily, and they were immediately amazed by his white clothes and showed some surprise.

Dragon chapter and phoenix posture!

Who is this person and why is he so charming?

At this time, the man and woman with swords on their backs were very confused. What were these Saint Dao scholars doing in the pavilion? Now that the pavilion was occupied by more and more Saint Dao scholars, it was meaningless for them to stay. They looked at each other and walked out of the pavilion, quickly rushing towards the ship.

"Who are these people?"

When the man and woman carrying swords returned to the boat, someone in the pavilion asked in confusion.

"I'm afraid he is from the Sword Country."

Chen Zedao.

"A man from the Sword Country? What are people from the Sword Country doing in the Shenlai Pavilion?" A young man was stunned and couldn't help laughing, saying, "Could it be that a reckless man wants to compete with us for the Shenlai Pen?"

“Even if they were given the magic pen, would they use it?”

"I'm afraid he can't even write big characters."

"Cook the crane and burn the zither!"

"A cow chewing a peony!"

Many young people in the pavilion burst into laughter.

Feng Qingyan was a little surprised when he heard this. He didn't expect that it was Chong Yunmeng's inspiration. No wonder so many ships appeared in such a terrible thunderstorm.

The four great study treasures of Zhou Tianxia:
Yunmeng's magical brush, Tianbi's evergreen ink, Jiannan's snowflake paper, and Donghai's Longyin inkstone.

But now, with Feng Qingyan's identity, status, and realm, he no longer has much interest in the world-famous stroke of genius.

Among the four treasures of the study, the Yunmeng Magic Pen is the most valuable, and its value far exceeds the other three treasures. The young man from the Sword Country was right. The Magic Pen can bring life to life and even add the finishing touch to a painting. Its power is terrifying...

At this time, there were more and more literati in the pavilion, but they were all in their early twenties.

and.

Feng Qingyan also saw a few girls, which surprised him a bit.

"It's a rare occasion for us to get together like this, so why don't we compose a poem?" a scholar suggested, and many people immediately agreed with him.

While everyone was reciting poems, Feng Qingyan was looking at the dark forest ahead.

But as time goes by.

The heavy rain not only did not stop, but it got heavier, forcing the scholar to return to the boat to take shelter. "Brother, please come to the boat to meet us."

A young man came forward to invite him.

"No need. I'm just passing by and came into the pavilion to avoid the rain and take a look at the rain." Feng Qingyan said, looking at the wind and rain that had not stopped, and then said, "Although the rain has not stopped and the wind has not stopped, I have seen enough and it is time to leave."

He bowed to the young man, then walked out of the pavilion and said to Qing Mang, "Let's go."

"promise."

Qing Mang immediately trotted back to the oxcart and put on the bridle himself. Although the wind and rain had not stopped, since the Lord said to leave, he left naturally without asking any more questions.

At this time, the young man in the pavilion looked at Feng Qingyan with some confusion. Didn’t he come to the Shenlai Pavilion to ask for the divine pen?
But who is this person with such demeanor?

"My name is Chen Ze. May I ask your name, brother?" Chen Ze, who had not yet returned to the boat to avoid the rain, bowed to Feng Qingyan who walked out of the pavilion.

Although there were winds and rain, they did not fall on Feng Qingyan.

Not a drop of water can get close.

This scene surprised several young men in the pavilion.

"I am Feng Qingyan."

Feng Qingyan walked up to the ox cart and said.

As soon as his name came out, all the young people in the pavilion were shocked and excitement immediately appeared on their faces.

"Meet the canonization."

"Meet the canonization."

The young people in the pavilion all saluted with respect and excitement.

At this time, the people on the boats scattered in the lake seemed to have heard it faintly, and they immediately ran out of the boats and looked at the ox cart excitedly.

Unfortunately, Fengsheng had already boarded the ox cart, and Qingmang also pulled the ox cart towards the Dark Forest.

"No wonder he is so charming, he was canonized!"

"Please stay for canonization."

There were not only young people on the boat, but also middle-aged and elderly people, all of whom watched the ox cart leave.

On the big ship of the Sword Country.

At this time, many figures walked out with surprise on their faces. They really couldn't imagine that the other party was actually the world-famous saint.

And in the pavilion, they were disrespectful to the canonization.

This made several young men with swords on their backs blush.

Although they are not followers of the holy way and do not read the holy scriptures, they know about propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame, and know filial piety, brotherhood, loyalty and trustworthiness.

"So he was canonized."

A woman with a sword on her back realized it belatedly and then became curious, "Brother, what is the realm of canonization?"

"It seems to be the literary master level?"

A young man with a sword on his back thought for a moment and said that although they had heard of the name of the canonization, they did not know much about it. After all, the Sword Country did not belong to the Holy Dao World, and they would not be too concerned about the affairs of the literati.

"Canonized as a Saint Talented Literary Master?"

The woman with the sword on her back was extremely surprised and looked stunned.

"What's so strange about this? Although Feng Sheng is famous all over the world, his age is about the same as us." The young man with the sword on his back said, and after thinking for a while, he said, "I heard that Feng Sheng has been in Zangshan Academy for less than two and a half years, and when Feng Sheng entered Zangshan Academy, the Wen Palace had not yet been opened."

"Doesn't that mean that in less than two and a half years, you have reached the level of a literary master?"

The woman with the sword on her back was shocked.

"In less than two and a half years, I opened the Wen Palace, created the Saint Technique, destroyed the Nether City, sealed the Void Saint, exterminated the weird, cleared the Netherworld, and suppressed the Ghost Emperor..."

A woman wearing a white cape and carrying a sword walked out, looking in the direction where the ox cart left and said, "How can this be compared to the realm of literary master? Canonization has already jumped out of the realm we are striving for and entered another higher and greater realm..."

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(End of this chapter)