Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 632: A Lake Full of Giant Whales

The Mo Lake is sometimes turbulent and sometimes calm, and all kinds of amazing phenomena can be seen emerging from the lake everywhere.

In a pavilion on Mo Island, several older book lovers looked at Feng Qingyan, who was writing quietly by the lake, with expressions of amazement on their faces from time to time.

Under the willow tree by the lake, Feng Qingyan was seen standing with a pen in hand, writing in the air.

Each word of ink came to life under the brush, and then turned into a living cuttlefish, which fell silently into the lake and swam freely.

"How long has it been? Just a few days, and the Sainthood is about to break through?"

A middle-aged looking book man sighed.

"It's only been six days, right? The comprehension of the saint is indeed something few people in the world can match, and his talent is unparalleled in the world."

An old man Shujun exclaimed, "It's only been a few days since Fengsheng arrived at Mohu?"

He stood still by the lake on the first day, began to practice calligraphy on the second day, and on the third day, the words written under his pen gave off a faint breath of life.

Today is the sixth day, and the ink characters turned into cuttlefish, swimming freely in the ink lake.

Although it only lasted a few dozen breaths, it was amazing enough.

"I heard that when Feng Sheng entered our calligraphy world, he was only a ninth-rank calligrapher. It only took him eight months to break through to the fourth-rank calligrapher level. His progress is truly unmatched."

A young man named Shu Jun couldn't help but say.

"Not eight months."

The old man, Shu Jun, shook his head and said, "One month."

"A month?"

The other book masters were all stunned.

"Although Feng Sheng has indeed been in our book world for eight months, he has basically been in the secret realm of the Extreme Killing Monument for the last seven months. The first time we saw Feng Sheng was seven months ago, when he was already a fourth-grade book."

The old man said to Shujun.

"Seven months ago, the canonization was indeed a book."

You Shujun nodded.

"In just one month, he broke through from the ninth-rank scholar to the fourth-rank scholar?" You Shujun was shocked and exclaimed: "This is too amazing, isn't it?"

“When has canonization not been shocking and astonishing?”

The middle-aged Book Master smiled and said helplessly, "The most important thing is that before Feng Sheng came to my Book World, he had already obtained the title of Qin Master in Qin City."

"I have also heard of this."

The old man Shujun nodded and said, "I heard that when the saint was canonized and certified as the King of Qin, the vast East China Sea was as quiet as a mirror, without a single wave."

"That's an exaggeration."

There is a book about the way.

"It is indeed an exaggeration, but it also shows that when the saint was canonized and certified as the King of Qin, the phenomena were astonishing and beyond the reach of others."

The old man wrote to you.

"Hey, the ink words written by Feng Sheng have lasted for a hundred breaths." At this time, a Book Lord was surprised, looking at the ink fish in front of Feng Sheng in amazement, "The hundred breaths have not dissipated yet, it is only a matter of time for Feng Sheng to be certified as a Book Lord."

"It's already been a hundred breaths so soon?"

"Wasn't it about fifty breaths just now?"

All the book masters were a little shocked when they heard this. They didn't expect that while they were talking, the ink calligraphy of Canonization had made further progress.

The longer the cuttlefish lasts, the stronger the breath of life in the ink character will be.

Generally speaking, as long as the ink words written in the Ink Lake can last for all eternity, they can definitely prove the king's position.

In the bookstore, there are countless books, but there are only a few whose ink words can turn into cuttlefish.

From one breath to ten thousand breaths, for countless calligraphers, it is a matter of slow and steady work.

Countless books would take years, even decades to complete, or even a lifetime to complete. But for canonization, it seems to be a blink of an eye.

Therefore, the several book masters in the Modao Pavilion had to marvel. After all, they were rare geniuses in the world to be able to achieve the title of book master.

However, it took at least three years to go from one breath to ten thousand breaths.

The longest one took twenty-two years.

By the Mo Lake.

Feng Qingyan had been writing for several days and felt a little tired, so he put down his pen and looked at the cuttlefish in the lake. After a while, he looked into the distance, watching various strange beasts rushing out of the ink lake, carefully feeling the breath of the strange beasts.

Rumor has it that all the strange phenomena in the Ink Lake were left by the former Lords and Kings of Books.

Shortly after.

He returned to the bamboo forest to rest.

At this time, Master Ming and other book kings in the book city could hold out for a few breaths in the secret realm of the Jidao Killing Monument.

The words "kill" they wrote at this time all contained an extremely domineering murderous aura.

It seems that the word "kill" can kill everything.

Feng Qingyan vaguely felt that within a year, the strength of the book city would be raised to a higher level. Especially for the book masters and book kings who had entered the secret realm of the Extreme Killing Monument, their strength might also be doubled...

This is terrifying!
"Canonization, are you free tomorrow?"

Upon hearing the news that Feng Qingyan had returned, Master Ming hurried over and said expectantly, "Please help us enter the secret realm again, Saint Feng."

Feng Qingyan nodded.

Since I said I could help people enter the secret realm, I naturally have to help the book city.

On the second day, early in the morning, just as the sky was getting light, all the book kings and book masters in the book city came to the fourth killing stone tablet.

"Canonization."

"Canonization."

When Feng Qingyan arrived, everyone greeted him.

Feng Qingyan smiled and without any greeting, he led people directly into the secret realm.

In less than one morning, dozens of people were led away.

This time, even Shu Jun was able to hold on for three or four breaths, and the harvest was still huge.

in the afternoon.

Feng Qingyan came to Mohu Lake again to practice calligraphy.

After practicing calligraphy for a day and a night, his cuttlefish could last for more than 150 breaths, but he was not satisfied.

It’s not about how long the cuttlefish can hold on, but that he still can’t integrate his will into the ink characters.

Come this time.

He kept trying to incorporate his will into the ink characters, but failed again and again.

Moreover, he couldn't find the reason for his failure.

So keep trying.

Unfortunately, his ink characters went from being lifeless to being able to transform into cuttlefish and sustain for more than a hundred breaths, but he still gained nothing.

What went wrong?

Feng Qingyan put down his pen and thought.

Or is it because I haven't reached that level yet, so it's impossible to integrate it into my will?

But, for some reason, he felt that when he achieved the status of Book Lord, he must integrate his will.

a few days later.

He once again entered the secret realm of the Extreme Killing Monument and sat cross-legged in the darkness, quietly observing the Extreme Killing Monument.

"Are words without will considered soulless?"

Feng Qingyan pondered.

After a moment, he frowned, as if the integration of will and whether it was the extreme will were not different. His current will was not bad. He guessed that it was at least at the level of the Book King, and it might even be a little stronger.

As to whether it is the ultimate will, the answer is definitely no.

If that were the case, his will could instantly shatter the Killing Monument, but he couldn't do it now.

wrong.

If it is not the ultimate will, why can one come and go freely under the ultimate will?

Logically speaking.

Even with the ultimate will, it is impossible to move freely under the ultimate will.

So, how did this come back?

Feng Qingyan was very puzzled, and found that there were always contradictions. Therefore, he became more and more confused about what level his will was. He thought it was at the level of Shujun, but he was able to resist the extreme will. And he thought it was the ultimate will, but he couldn't smash the killing monument...

Of course, he wouldn't be so arrogant as to think that it was at the level of the ultimate will.

If it is really at the level of the Extreme Will, why is it so weak? Not long after.

He no longer tried to comprehend Jidao's will, but went to "see" the reincarnation and dead city behind Jidao's killing monument.

What is the relationship between this reincarnation dead city and the thirteen reincarnation dead cities deep in the Dongshan secret realm?
Is it one of them?
Or the fourteenth?

However, since the owner of the Jidao Shazi Stele calls himself the Thirteenth Heavenly Emperor, it is very likely one of the thirteen.

Even the one that didn't produce the gray fog.

The Twelve Heaven-Defying Emperors...

The Thirteenth Heaven Emperor...

When I am reborn, I will wash the heavens and myriad worlds with blood...

One hundred thousand immortal soldiers...

God does not bless me in Kyushu...

Not entering reincarnation, forging my immortal military soul...

The monument at the end of the earth...

At this moment, Feng Qingyan closed his eyes, and all the secret things he had seen with his own eyes emerged in his mind.

However, he still couldn't see clearly. There was always a fog blocking his eyes, preventing him from seeing the truth of the world.

in fact.

There are too many mysteries in this world that need to be solved.

For example, why did the saints die?

What is behind the gates of heaven and why can't he enter?

Where do the three immortal mountains at the end of the mountain and sea world come from?
and many more.

Time passed little by little.

The various secrets in his mind still could not be connected together, making his mind even more confused.

He opened his eyes, shook his head, and stood up without thinking any more, returning to the Book City. After coming out of the secret realm, he found that his mind was still a little confused, as he had been thinking too much.

So he went to relax.

Perhaps, it was because he had been thinking too much during this period of time that he was unable to prove his status as the Lord of Books.

After walking around for two days, he returned to Mohu and continued practicing calligraphy.

a few days later.

In the pavilion of Mo Island, the book masters were still observing.

"A thousand breaths."

A middle-aged Book Lord sighed, "At this rate, within three months, we will reach the level of ten thousand breaths and attain the status of Book Lord."

"If there are no accidents, it may not take three months."

The old man wrote to you.

"As expected of a canonized saint, he has made significant progress even in attaining the title of Book Lord. I am speechless." said the young-looking Book Lord, feeling indescribable amazement and endless envy in his heart.

Who in the world doesn’t want to possess the gift of sainthood and enlightenment?
"In fact, being a teacher of canonization is also quite difficult. I guess An Zhishou must be under a lot of pressure, right?" The middle-aged scholar suddenly thought of An Zhishou. After all, An Xiu was praised as the number one person under the great Confucian scholars and was quite famous in the world.

But now, he has been surpassed by his own disciples.

"More than small?"

The old man Shujun shook his head.

"It's probably as big as Tianbi Mountain." The young Shu Jun said, "This is really a huge pressure, not everyone can bear it. But speaking of it, with An Zhishou's background, it shouldn't be difficult for him to be promoted to a great scholar. Why is there still no movement until now? Could it be that he will always stay in the realm of Wen Xiang?"

"Don't underestimate this man, An Zhishou. I'm afraid he will amaze the world when he is promoted to a great scholar."

The old man wrote to you.

"good."

Everyone nodded.

Although they are in the Jun realm and An Xiu is only in the Xiang realm, they dare not look down on them in the slightest.

In the eyes of the world, perhaps An Xiu took advantage of the canonization, but they did not think so. After all, even without the canonization, An Xiu could still be famous and become a rare existence in the world...

And at this time.

Lakeside.

Feng Qingyan had been practicing calligraphy quietly, not thinking about anything else, and concentrating entirely on calligraphy.

He did not care how long the cuttlefish lasted, nor did he try to integrate his will into it. After all, trying hard was useless.

All he had in mind was practicing calligraphy.

Write down each word.

At some point, a sentence popped up in his mind: The handwriting reflects the character of the writer.

For lonely people, the distance between words is very small; for bold people, the font is larger and the strokes are stretched; for vain people, the pen pressure is unstable and the shape of the words is erratic; for indulgent people, the handwriting is like flying dragons and dancing phoenixes...

He shook his head. It wasn't these.

The words are like the person, that is, the words are me, and I am the will...

At this moment Feng Qingyan stopped and stood there for a long time, like a wood carving or clay sculpture.

Then write the word "I".

When "I" was born in mid-air, it turned into a giant whale and fell into the Ink Lake, which made the book masters in the pavilion of Ink Island stunned for a moment.

"A giant whale transformed into a word?"

"Isn't this something that only Shu Jun can do? Why was he canonized..."

Several book masters were all shocked and stunned by the word "I".

The giant whale entered the lake, instantly creating huge waves. Wherever it passed, countless ink characters retreated, leaving those who were practicing calligraphy by the lake stunned.

Who is making trouble?
Many writers think so.

After all, the giant whale disturbed them and prevented them from practicing calligraphy in peace.

"The word is me, the word is my will..."

Feng Qingyan murmured and wrote the word "I" again. Another giant whale entered the lake, causing huge waves.

At this moment, in the eyes of others, Feng Qingyan's pen gave birth to giant whales, which caused huge waves.

But in a moment, the writers discovered that the ink lake, which was only ten miles in radius, was actually filled with giant whales. The other ink characters had no room to survive, and countless strange images were shattered under the breath of the giant whales...

At this moment, except for Feng Qingyan, almost all writers were forced to stop writing.

They all stood up and glared.

But when he saw that it was canonization, his anger quickly receded, and he said with some excitement: "Is canonization going to prove the position of Book Lord?"

"With such a strange phenomenon, I'm afraid it's almost over."

"The life breath of this giant whale is too strong. I'm afraid it's not inferior to Shu Jun. It's really hard to believe that this is written by Shu Xiang."

And at this time.

Many readers in the bookstore were alarmed and ran out of their houses to watch.

"Tsk tsk, this kind of scene is really rare to see in a hundred years. How many giant whales are there? The breath of life is really too strong."

Countless readers are amazed.

On Mo Island, many book lords and book kings heard the sound and walked out of the book hall. They were stunned when they saw the lake full of giant whales.

"This black whale is quite big." Master Ming said in surprise, "Young man Chen, when you achieved the status of Book Lord, how many black whales did you transform into? And how big were they?"

Chen Yan acted as if he didn't hear it. Comparing himself with the giant whale on his face, wasn't he just asking for trouble?

After a moment, Master Ming was stunned, his eyes widened slightly, and then he carefully listened to the giant whales in Mo Lake and found that their life breath was too strong.

This should not be something that can be written in a book.

Even an ordinary calligrapher would not be able to write ink characters with such a strong breath of life. It seems that the ink characters contain a very faint special breath.

It seems to be will.

isn't it?
Master Ming was shocked.

Could it be that the ink words of canonization actually contain will?

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