Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 929: Bones as the boat, holy skin as the sail, civilization as the wind

Chapter 929: Bones as the boat, holy skin as the sail, civilization as the wind
"…The clear river water has maples on it. My eyes look a thousand miles away, and my heart is broken by spring. My soul has gone and returned, mourning for the Shang Dynasty…"

The ancient chanting appeared in the world of the living, calling out to the dead.

Call upon the souls of the dead.

As Feng Qingyan chanted, faint shadows appeared from the wasteland of Jiuzhou.

Although they had died long ago and even their souls no longer existed, they were still remembered in Feng Qingyan's chant.

They emerged from the wasteland.

Because there were traces of them in the wasteland, and in the heavens and all worlds, there are still people who have not forgotten them.

And the Kyushu civilization has never been erased.

As long as there are traces, the world has never forgotten them, and the Kyushu civilization has never perished, they cannot be completely erased.

Even though they died.

However, it is also completely integrated with Kyushu.

At this moment, the first faint shadow to walk out of the wasteland was vaguely seen wearing ordinary gray cloth clothes, with a very tall figure and a roll of bamboo slips hanging around his waist.

Although I couldn't see his face clearly, I could feel that he was an old Confucian scholar who was well-read in poetry and books, and exuded an extremely rich poetic and bookish aura.

"The journey of the great road means that the world is for the common good."

The old scholar looked up at the sky, pondered for a moment, then turned to look at the wasteland and said, "My emperor is calling us. I hope you will wake up quickly and lend a helping hand to my emperor."

Before he could finish his words, shadows quickly emerged from the wasteland.

They were either wearing cloth, or wearing blue shirts, or wearing Confucian clothes, or carrying a zither, or hanging a sword, or holding a chess piece, or holding a pen, or holding a fan...

A total of eighty-one shadows walked out.

"Life is what I want; righteousness is what I want. I cannot have both, so I would rather sacrifice life for righteousness."

A middle-aged Confucian scholar spoke loudly, his figure instantly becoming taller and full of righteousness.

"Officials are not always noble, and the people are not always humble!"

An old man in coarse cloth said.

"Don't expect to restore the ancients, and don't break the law!"

A cold voice sounded, coming from a sullen-faced middle-aged man, with a harsh aura bursting from him.

There are no laws or regulations around him, which makes people dare not break them.

"Those who are willing to do so can unite the weak to attack one strong one."

"A horizontal person is one who is strong in order to attack the weak."

Two men walked out side by side, as if they had united in an instant.

“It is swift as the wind, quiet as the forest, aggressive as fire, still as a mountain, unpredictable as the shadow, and powerful as thunder.”

A roar rang out, like thunder from the sky, shaking the heaven and earth. At this moment, the golden swords and iron horses flew over...

"Metal produces water, water produces wood, wood produces fire, fire produces earth, and earth produces metal."

Gold and stone appeared between heaven and earth, and suddenly a torrential flood was born. In the flood, towering trees grew, and then they were suddenly burned by a raging fire...

"A good harvest!"

The seedlings of grains appeared out of nowhere, grew rapidly, and matured in the blink of an eye.

"A white horse is not a horse."

A man shook his head and fanned himself.

"Prepare all things in the world, past and present."

A man said domineeringly.

"Point of interest!"

There were also people waving brushes and painting quickly, and then they added eyes to the dragon they drew, and the dragon suddenly flew into the air.

"Sword! Kill one person every ten steps!"

Someone suddenly threw away his pen and came forward with a sword.

"The zither is about emotion; the zither is about restraint."

Some people even came with their zithers on their backs.

"Poetry without words, dance without form, painting without picture, music without sound!"

Someone smiled.

now.

They came out of the wasteland, and gathered around the old scholar intentionally or unintentionally, some smiling, some looking away, some in a daze, some frowning, some thinking, or looking straight at him...

"My Emperor is calling us."

The old scholar pondered for a moment and said.

"I know."

A grim middle-aged man said coldly.

"My emperor needs us."

The old scholar said.

"I know." Another man said, looking rather anxious, "Now, what should we do? How can we get to our emperor?"

"Tell me quickly, how can we get to the emperor?"

And humanity.

"Old Master, stop dilly-dallying and speak quickly."

A thin middle-aged man holding a wine pot in one hand and a sword in the other, took a sip of wine and said, "My sword is thirsty and hungry."

"My pen can record everything in the world!"

Someone else smiled.

"Hmph, Confucians use literature to disrupt the law, and knights use force to break the ban!" The cold and grim middle-aged man had a sullen face, looking unhappy with everyone.

"A harsh government is more ferocious than a tiger."

A tall middle-aged man shook his head.

"Don't make noise!"

Someone said anxiously, "They have been quarreling for thousands of years, why can't they calm down for a while? Now our emperor is in trouble and needs our help!"

"I have a hundred and five grains that can help my emperor."

An old farmer said.

"I have ten thousand chariots and a million soldiers!"

A middle-aged man said proudly, with an iron-blooded aura bursting out of his body, "Taking cities and plundering territories is no problem..."

"I have a plan. We can unite the two forces and destroy the enemy in an instant!"

A young man smiled.

“I write with great ease.”

The constant chatter made the cold-blooded middle-aged man increasingly unhappy, and he shouted, "Silence! Is this the time to argue?"

"Old Master, if you are not happy, please speak quickly."

The thin middle-aged man who was drinking and holding a sword said that he was already a little drunk at this moment.

"I will use my bones as a boat, my skin as a sail, and build a divine ship in the vast ocean."

The old scholar said.

"We have been dead for who knows how many years, so where are the bones?"

Some people shook their heads.

"After this boat is built, we can go to where our emperor is?"

Someone wondered.

"Of course."

A tall, righteous middle-aged man said, "With civilization as the wind, we can ride the wind and waves."

"How to build a boat?"

"Our bones and skin have long since merged with the heaven and earth."

"This method may be feasible."

"Don't worry about whether it's feasible or not. Our emperor is in trouble now and can't delay." Someone else said, "Old Master, quickly forge the Shenzhou."

"My sword has long been thirsty." The thin middle-aged man holding the sword said, and then looked at everyone, "Who has wine? Lend me a pot, and I will return it with the sea one day."

"quiet!"

The cold middle-aged man shouted and looked coldly at the lazy men around him. He wanted to throw them into a dark prison, or make them mine or farm...

"My emperor has ordered."

At this moment, the old scholar bowed to Jiuzhou and said, "Use the bones of our eighty-one saints as stone and their skins as sails to build a divine ship in the vast ocean."

"My emperor has ordered."

"Use our eighty-one pairs of bones as stone, our skin as sail, and build the Vast Ocean Divine Ship!"

The saints were silent for a moment and then bowed to the Kyushu Wasteland.

When the gift is over.

White bones suddenly flew out from the wasteland of Kyushu.

However, these bones are illusory, but they emit dazzling white light and a strong literary atmosphere.

"Use writing as a sword."

The old scholar said.

At this time, words flew out from the old scholar's body and turned into big knives to cut the bones.

The bones are cut into stone strips.

The saints said nothing, but just watched in silence. Some of them had smiles on their faces, as if they were not cutting their own bones.

When the bones were shaved, they were quickly stacked together and gradually formed into a ship.

"Take the skin and cut it into sails."

Then, eighty-one illusory skins of saints were quickly cut and transformed into sails.

Shortly after.

A huge Shenzhou appeared.

The bone stone ship is a thousand feet long and hundreds of feet high. It is spotlessly white and exudes a holy glow.

So holy!

Moreover, the bones are as crystal clear as jade, extremely hard, holy and flawless, and exude a gentle holy light.

"Everyone, get on board."

The old Confucian teacher taught the way and was the first to board the bone stone boat, followed by a tall, righteous middle-aged man.

Then the saints boarded the ship one by one.

"Civilization is the wind!"

The old scholar said.

Huhu——

Suddenly a strong wind arose, the white sail was hoisted, and the bone stone boat sped away.

Shortly after.

The bone stone ship sailed off into darkness, illuminated only by the Holy Light.

"Old Master, where is the way?"

Someone frowned and said.

"The road is ahead."

The old scholar said. However, as the bone ship went deeper into the darkness, many saints became confused and even a little bewildered.

Can they still make it in time?
Moreover, they seemed to be lost and could no longer sense the call of our emperor.

"Old Master, it is too dark and gloomy to sail."

"Then light up the darkness."

The old scholar said.

"What about ignorance?"

There is humanity.

“Use literature to enlighten the mind.”

The old scholar answered.

In the darkness, the bone stone ship continued to light the fire of civilization in order to move forward, using the fire of civilization to illuminate the way forward.

The bone stone boat broke through the layers of darkness.

Just like riding the wind and waves.

During the voyage, the bone stone ship encountered many difficulties, but they were all resolved one by one.

"My sword is thirsty!" said the thin middle-aged man, holding an empty wine pot. He then danced with the sword and sang: "Kill one person every ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles. When the task is completed, I will leave, hiding my body and name..."

"Xia uses force to break the law!"

The grim middle-aged man said in a cold voice.

"Heroes are righteous."

However, an old man smiled and said, "If there is injustice in the world, we can make it right with one sword."

"Ha ha--"

Someone laughed.

I don’t know how much time had passed, perhaps thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

They sailed through the worlds one after another in the darkness, and finally came to a world. This world was extremely strange...

There is a strange atmosphere in the air.

"My emperor is here!"

The old scholar said.

"The Emperor is indeed here, but his condition is not right."

The tall middle-aged man frowned tightly at this moment.

"When I entered this world, I received the words of my emperor about the future." The old scholar pondered for a moment and said, "My emperor needs us to work together to set up a plan..."

"can."

"good!"

"Haha not bad."

"My sword..."

"Shut up!"

……

Deep in the underworld!

At this moment, Feng Qingyan's condition was extremely unstable and he was on the verge of exploding.

Although he was still conscious, his condition was unstable and he could be infected and corroded at any time.

But luckily.

He finally held on until his disciples returned.

"Ha ha--"

He looked up to the sky and laughed.

Although the laughter was extremely strange and unpleasant to the ear, even the huge creatures in the infinite depths of the underworld could not help but cover their ears.

but.

Finally, Feng Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as you appear in the dream world of reincarnation, everything will be settled.

At this moment, he no longer moved, no longer suppressed his emotions, but just stared coldly at the huge creature in the depths, his eyes as sharp as knives.

It made the giant creature very uncomfortable.

but.

The other person is about to die, can't we let him hate a little?
The giant creature didn't mind at all.

Also, it found that it had become more generous, no longer angry, no longer caring, and had a broader mind.

Before.

This is simply not allowed to happen.

This is certainly not because it has a broad mind, but because it is helpless.

"But will his millstone explode?"

The giant creature became a little worried, wondering whether he should take the initiative to grab the millstone to avoid being blown up along with the man in white.

This millstone is a supreme object, even more terrifying than the soul-devouring grass rope.

Naturally I was jealous.

"Coming from illusion, and finally becoming rootless, this is where your failure lies."

The giant creature commented.

After a while.

"You, why don't you die?"

The giant creature frowned and found that the white-clothed man's condition seemed to be stable. No, it seemed that it was not just stable, but...

At this moment, its expression suddenly changed. How did it come back?

It saw the white-clothed man's originally strange state suddenly disappear and turn back into human form, as if nothing had happened.

This completely stunned it.

I felt a little shocked.

What the hell is going on?
Ow—

The huge creature roared, what on earth was happening?
It was clearly about to explode, so why did everything go fine all of a sudden, as if nothing had happened?
How did he resolve it?
"Where is the second soul?"

The huge creature roared.

However, the second soul did not respond at all and seemed to have disappeared.

At this moment, the huge creature immediately contacted the second soul, but the second soul had indeed disappeared and it was impossible to contact it.

Logically speaking.

It and the second soul can be one soul. If the second soul knows it, it will know it too.

Whatever the second soul thinks, that is what it thinks.

but now.

The second soul has completely lost contact.

Moreover, after it lost its second soul, its strength immediately decreased greatly and it was unable to reach its peak state.

At this moment, in the chaos of the sudden change, Feng Qingyan, his white clothes moving without wind, was slowly recovering.

He closed his eyes and stopped looking at the giant creature.

"Let's call you Tu Bo for now."

Feng Qingyan said lightly.

Tu Bo in the dream world of reincarnation is just the second soul of a huge creature.

"You have already made your move, and it is my turn now."

Feng Qingyan muttered to himself.

"There is righteousness in heaven and earth."

At this moment he suddenly opened his eyes and shouted loudly.

Rumbling--

A strong literary atmosphere suddenly arose between heaven and earth.

No one knew where it came from, but it was so powerful that it was dispelling the strange aura around the world. At this moment, countless heavens and earth were infected by the strange aura and turned into a strange place...

When the strange atmosphere around is cleared.

Feng Qingyan walked towards the depths of the underworld step by step, and shouted: "The underworld is unfair, and they should be killed!"

"kill--"

A roar.

When the word "kill" burst out, it suddenly turned into an extremely powerful monument of "kill" and went to the depths of the underworld to suppress killing again.

Rumbling--

The Extreme Killing Monument tore the sky apart, revealing the infinite depths of the underworld.

"If there is discord between the two sides, then the people shall be punished!"

"kill!"

Feng Qingyan roared again, with murderous aura surging from his body.

Unstoppable!

The second Extreme Killing Monument appeared, suppressing and killing.

"The earth is merciless and should be killed!"

"kill!"

Feng Qingyan crossed countless worlds in one step, and his aura reached its peak, causing the heaven and earth to tremble.

The third extremely powerful killing monument went out to suppress the enemy.

"The ground is uneven, so cut it!"