Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 666 The soul returns
Under the night.

The devilish night enveloped the world.

But the brilliant light blooming from Fengcai Tower illuminates the entire world.

Under the Enlightenment Tree beside the Lingshui River, hundreds of flowers are in full bloom, showing the brilliant spring scenery. Of course, there are also countless struggling phantoms, crying sadly and trying to struggle out of the darkness...

Unfortunately, it was blocked by an invisible force.

"The saint is crying..."

A young female student said a little sadly.

She didn't know why Feng Sheng was crying, but she could clearly feel the faint sadness emanating from Feng Sheng, and her heart became sad as well, and she couldn't control her tears from flowing.

The sadness is very light.

But she felt a deeper sadness.

Perhaps it was this indifference that made her even more sad and unable to control herself.

Tears flowed down uncontrollably.

now.

Almost everyone outside the Enlightenment Tree stood there in a daze, staring blankly at Feng Qingyan.

The saint shed tears.

They also felt the faint sadness that spread from Feng Sheng...

It was the faint, silent feeling that unknowingly broke through the defenses of everyone's hearts.

What the hell is going on?
Why did the saint shed tears?
Why is canonization sad?

At this moment, everyone stood there in silence.

That faint sadness was silently infecting them and making them feel sad in their hearts, also faint and silent.

However, Feng Qingyan was just shedding tears, not crying.

Shedding tears and crying are two different things.

At this moment, the teachers and tutors of the academy had moist eyes and a faint sadness in their hearts.

They also cannot escape being infected and affected.

In front of the main hall of the academy.

An Xiu and Dong Lou Hui remained silent.

Although their eyes were not red and moist, their hearts were filled with a faint sadness...

It seems like something is stuck in my chest.

The traffic jam is unbearable.

In the darkness all around, the struggling shadows cried even more sadly.

It seemed as if sadness had overwhelmed the world.

"Woo-"

Many young women outside the Enlightenment Tree began to cry quietly.

They looked at Fengsheng, who was sitting cross-legged under the enlightenment tree with tears suddenly falling, and their hearts were getting more and more painful, as if they were being cut by a knife.

They are heartbroken for canonization.

Outside the crowd.

Yingshu, Donggonglan and Xihe Xiaoniang felt the faint sadness emanating from Feng Qingyan, and their hearts ached slightly...

"Sister Lan, what happened to Junzi?"

Yingshu said with red eyes.

"I do not know."

Donggong Lan shook his head and said slowly.

"I am sad."

Miss Xihe said with moist eyes.

"Me too, when I see a gentleman crying, my heart aches, so much so that I can't even breathe, it's very uncomfortable..."

Yingshu said, covering his towering chest.

now.

Feng Qingyan stopped crying.

However, the faint sadness that permeated his body did not dissipate.

It turns out that I am in Kyushu...

but.

Why do they say that Kyushu is broken?

He didn't think much about it and continued to listen to the sounds between heaven and earth.

But what he heard was just ancient calls, as if countless people were calling him across time and space.

"The soul is back..."

"The soul is back..."

This sound is the only one left in the world.

It seemed that this voice came from ancient Kyushu and came from an old man.

His voice was low and light, but it penetrated the soul and landed directly into Feng Qingyan's soul.

"The soul is back!"

"Come back, come back!"

Gradually, Feng Qingyan seemed to hear countless people chanting, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

In a trance, he seemed to see countless people chanting devoutly, slowly condensing into a huge tombstone.

The tombstone is thousands of feet high, standing tall on the land of Kyushu.

"kneel!"

A voice suddenly sounded in front of the tombstone.

Then, Feng Qingyan saw blurry shadows kneeling down.

"One knock!"

The voice sounded again.

At this moment, all the shadows bowed down to the tombstone.

"Two knocks!"

“Knock three times!”

He saw Jiuzhou kneeling on the ground.

"The clear river water has maples on it. My eyes look into the distance, and my heart is hurt by the spring. My soul leaves and comes back, mourning for the nine states." The ancient chant is heartbreaking, echoing throughout the universe and reaching every corner, filled with a faint sadness.

They are summoning spirits.

But Feng Qingyan didn't know whose soul he was summoning.

He also vaguely saw blood flowing on the huge tombstone.

Drops of blood flowed down, staining the tombstone with blood.

However, the soul still did not return.

Never come back!

Never come back!

Never come back!

"woo woo woo woo……"

Cry loudly!

Soul, come back! Soul, come back!
But the soul never returns!
In his trance, he seemed to see someone burying the sky on a huge stone platform...

The world fell into complete silence.

However, Feng Qingyan did not open his eyes for a long time, and tears began to fall again without him noticing. The sadness that permeated his body was still faint and silent.

Outside the enlightenment tree.

They didn't know what Feng Sheng heard and saw when he listened to the heaven and earth. They only saw Feng Sheng crying, and the faint sadness fell to the ground.

At this moment, countless people were in tears, and many young women were crying.

"I seem to hear an ancient call." A scholar said while looking up at the sky.

"Me too."

Many people answered.

"I seem to see Kyushu..."

"Me too."

"I seem to see a thousand-foot tombstone..."

"Me too."

They all seemed to see and hear.

However, there is a feeling of unreality, as if it is just a dream in a trance.

An Xiu and Dong Lou Hui in front of the academy hall remained silent. They also saw and heard it.

That was the call from eternity ago.

That is summoning spirits.

But there is one thing that is unclear. Wasn’t the sacred song “Soul Summoning” created by Emperor Shang?

Since it was created by the Shang Emperor, why did the soul-calling music exist thousands of years ago? Could it be that the Shang Emperor heard the soul-calling music from heaven and earth and created the sacred song "Soul-calling"?
"Sister Lan, did you see or hear that?"

Yingshu asked.

"I saw it and I heard it."

Donggong Lan said.

At this moment, she also had the same doubts as An Xiu and Dong Lou Hui. Since the sacred song "Soul Summoning" was created by Emperor Shang, has soul summoning existed thousands of years ago?
If there is a difference, there is indeed a difference between the two.

One is chanting.

One is a piano piece.

Perhaps the Shang Emperor heard the call of the soul from heaven and earth, and thus created the sacred song "Call of the Soul". However, she felt that the power of the chant was greater, more mysterious, and more ancient...

But she still didn't understand where Jiuzhou was and who owned the giant tomb?

Is this the history from eternity ago?
at this time.

The flowers blooming under the enlightenment tree suddenly exude an ancient breath.

It seems to be tinged with the breath of antiquity.

Feng Qingyan still had his eyes closed, and his expression gradually calmed down.

However, there was still a faint sadness lingering around him, as if it had become one with his flesh and blood and soul.

Before I knew it, it was dawn.

But everyone felt that there was still a faint sadness between heaven and earth.

They looked at the rising sun and felt the warm sunshine, which finally dispelled the sadness in their hearts and made them smile faintly.

But when they looked at the Enlightenment Tree again, they found that Feng Sheng had left at some point.

They didn't notice it, and neither did Yingshu, Donggong Lan, and Miss Xihe. Even An Xiu and Donglou Hui in front of the academy's main hall didn't notice it.

It seemed that Feng Qingyan disappeared in an instant.

"What about canonization?"

A scholar was stunned.

Because he was still there just now, he just blinked and Fengsheng disappeared.

Silently.

Everyone was a little stunned at this moment.

"How come Feng Sheng suddenly... disappeared?" A teacher from the academy asked in surprise, "Did the Grand Tutor see Feng Sheng leave?"

"No."

The great instructor Baili Kun shook his head.

"Not in the academy, not in Bocheng, not in Xusheng Mansion, not in Zangshan." In front of the academy hall, Dong Louhui asked in surprise, "Could it be that I have returned to the ancient times in my dream?"

He had heard about Feng Qingyan's dream of returning to ancient times in Tianfen Mountain, but he had not seen it with his own eyes.

"Dreaming of returning to the ancient times?"

An Xiu was stunned for a moment and looked a little surprised.

He also did not feel Feng Qingyan's breath, perhaps he really had a dream that went back to ancient times.

On the burial hill.

"Madam Fei, where did the master go again?"

Jiuge couldn't help but ask, with a resentful expression on his face, "The master went out to travel by himself, but left him alone in the Burial Mountain."

"The whereabouts of the saint are elusive, and Fei Bai doesn't know either."

Fei Bai shook her head and said that the canonization was becoming more and more mysterious, and she felt like she was facing the Lord of the East.

But canonization is only a literary act.

When everyone was curious about where Fengsheng was going, he appeared quietly in the north and headed to the misty ice field alone.

He did not fly in the air, but walked step by step on the ground.

He also carried a scroll.

Unconsciously, he stepped over the black tombstone, walked through the black and white Gobi Desert, and came to the misty ice field.

The Misty Ice Field is frozen all year round, and is surrounded by ghostly fog that is sometimes light and sometimes thick.

Wandering souls can often be seen.

But at this moment, he stood on the edge of the misty ice field and did not walk into the center.

He hesitated, as if hesitating.

in a blink.

Two days passed.

He stood there quietly for two days, and finally sighed and walked towards the center of the ice field. When he arrived at the center of the ice field, the gray ghost fog around him gradually turned into a black paste, like ink rolling.

A faint ancient atmosphere permeated the air.

The world fell into endless darkness.

An ancient silence.

Shortly after.

There were countless twisted and strange black lines floating around Feng Qingyan, like strangely twisted black hair in the water.

Densely packed and constantly twisting.

"I am coming."

he said calmly.

"Resurrection, resurrection—"

"I want to be resurrected, I want to be resurrected——"

The twisted black lines seemed to be roaring, bursting out with strong thoughts.

But at this moment, Feng Qingyan was filled with a faint sadness. He was silent for a long time and said, "I came to borrow ink--"

All sounds stopped suddenly.

The world is dead silent.

The twisted black line stopped twisting and remained motionless, as if dead.

Feng Qingyan did not speak, but silently took out the nearly three-meter-long Longyin Inkstone from the scroll and said, "I need soul ink to draw the bridge of guidance."

The twisted black lines were dead silent.

Heaven and earth were silent.

"I'll leave the Longyin Inkstone here. I'll come back for it in an hour."

Feng Qingyan was silent for a moment.

As he turned around and was about to leave, a twisted black line trembled violently and suddenly fell into the Longyin Inkstone...

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