Dao fruit.

"That's right, the arrest of Confucian scholars has lasted for nearly half a month, but all the Confucian scholars who passed through this town were arrested and released after a short time, but judging from the situation, although they were released, their talent I have lost my knowledge! No wonder I said that I am Jiannan Dao Jieyuan, so I couldn’t help calming down the troubles, but caused troubles instead! This is the crime of being pregnant!"

Qiu Yan recalled the information he got in the town, felt the thoughts about pursuit, sustenance, hard work, perseverance and other emotions in the white jade paperweight, and his anger gradually rose.

These emotions originate from each student's vision for the future. No matter what the quality is, it takes hard work and endures a few years or more than ten years of loneliness to accumulate knowledge. But right now, these emotions and thoughts are like rootless duckweed Same, slowly dissipating!

"Seizing knowledge and literary thinking, there is no need for soul monks to do this. This monk appeared here, but the king Yan who was supposed to come was nowhere to be seen. The mastermind behind this should be very clear. He is just a royal prince. What? After leaving the true master, these knowledge will condense into writing thoughts, perceptions, and memories, and rashly absorbing them will only disturb one's own state of mind and memory, which is harmful and useless."

Qiu Yan has already seen that the so-called acquisition of knowledge is to strip away the memory related to the classics and articles, so that students lose part of their memory, and at the same time take away the spirit of writing and thinking that has been cultivated for many years. In this way, knowledge and learning are derived. The perception of the book does not exist, but reading books is a process of self-cultivation, and pure plundering cannot improve the state of mind.

"The monk said that he wanted to take away his literary heart and talent. He didn't mean Dao Xinquan, but the insights brought about by reading and experience. But the insights vary from person to person, how can we forcibly absorb them?"

The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous Qiu Yan felt. He turned his eyes and looked through the window to the depths of the mansion.The four bookshelves fell back, and the bookshelves of the Ministry of Scriptures were still shaking slightly.But soon subsided.

Withdrawing the bookshelf, Qiu Yan pondered for a moment.

"This soul cultivator is just entering the third realm, and he can't go on a hundred-day trip and drive things away. It's just a research material to explore the characteristics of a soul cultivator."

In Qiu Yan's Jingbu bookshelf, there were originally two spirits, both held in the land of relics.One of them exploded directly when fighting with Liang, hitting the opponent.

The remaining one.But it was a cloud of smoke, known as the Black Skull. When this monk fought against Qiu Yan, he could control the tribal people with his spiritual sense and become a puppet.

However, in the land of relics, neither monks nor gods can be replenished. Even though the black skull is at the third level of the third realm, comparable to a fifth-rank god, it can survive for many years.It consumes a lot of energy and can't easily get out of the body. In the end, it was taken down by the deity of the gods and sealed in the bookshelf of the Ministry of Scriptures. It is empowered and enlightened by scriptures every day.

But his cultivation level is not low.It has not been enlightened until today, and it still remains on the bookshelf.

"This spirit cultivator must still be physically in the mansion. If I catch him, he will be discovered in a short time. Before that, I must figure out the reason of the matter. Then why did King Yan pull away from others' Wensi! Learning is not easy to come by. , if possible, it should be returned to the original owner.”

After thinking about it, Qiu Yan put the jade pendant back on his waist, raised his sleeve and flicked it, the energy and blood that filled the room dissipated, and the illusory birdcage disappeared, leaving only teacup fragments and water marks.

Then, he spread his palms, and a ball of flames fell from the roof, dancing endlessly in his palms, and finally turned into a talisman, with the word "cage" vaguely visible.

"This supernatural talisman seal is much stronger in terms of power than the previous ones." As he said, he took out a volume of books from his arms, bound them together with ink thread, and as soon as the book was opened, the "cage" character seal was printed into it. one page.

After finishing these, Qiu Yan put the book back in his arms, kicked his feet, and he rushed out like an arrow leaving the string, with great strength and speed, but because he refined the central soul, he grasped the strength in a subtle way, and did not stay on the ground. After leaving the mark, all the strength is used, and there is no waste.

With this charge, people rushed past like a shadow, and went deep into the mansion.It seems that in order to make it easier for the soul monks to do things, there are not many people around the main hall, so it is more convenient for Qiu Yan to do things.

………………

In the dark room, a thin man named Zong Heng put down his pen, looked at the books and papers on the table, fell into deep thought, and frowned.

Just now, he flew out of the earth soul to investigate Qiu Yan's falsehood, and caught a sense of awkwardness from the change in the opponent's luck, but Taoist Crow asked anxiously, how dare he shirk it, but as soon as his thoughts went away, Zong Heng became more and more uneasy , which is calculated.

The frown became tighter and tighter, and small symbols flashed in Zong Heng's eyes, combined and arranged, and finally condensed into a line of words.

Suddenly, his eyebrows moved, showing panic, and exclaimed in a low voice: "No! I was fooled! Then Qiu Yan used a layer of illusion to deceive my perception! No wonder there are deviations in the calculation!"

Before he finished speaking, Zong Heng hurriedly got up and walked out: "Go and report first, otherwise..."

At this time, only a few breaths passed before Taoist Crow made his move, but before he reached the door, the door was pushed open from the outside, and the sunlight came in, sweeping away the darkness in the room.

"Huh?" Zong Heng was startled, and there was a warning sign. He glanced at the figure in front of the door from the corner of his eye. A large amount of information emerged in his soul, and then turned into inferences, which spread to his limbs. He moved his feet and twisted his body. , the whole person lost his balance and fell sideways.

call!

The strong wind passed by the place where he was standing, but Zong Heng had already fallen to the ground, patted the ground with his thin palm, let himself roll to the side, and avoided a beam of air.

"Huh?" There was a soft whisper from outside the door.

Snapped!

The air beam hit the ground, stirring up a few pieces of gravel. Following Zong Heng, he took a deep breath, and reached out to grab a chair beside him. The legs of that chair were connected to the ground, like a mechanism.

However, when his fingers were about to touch the legs of the chair, he felt a creepy feeling in his heart, and his whole body froze suddenly, motionless.

A voice came from the door——

"Wise choice, quick judgment, and determination to execute without hesitation, is not a simple person, I don't know how to call it?"

Then, a young man in a Confucian uniform stepped in.

Looking at this figure, Zong Heng's eyes widened suddenly, and he swallowed hard, with an incredible expression on his face, he subconsciously called out the other person's name——

"Qiu Yan..."

He was ordered to use the soul of the earth to investigate the main hall, and he knew Qiu Yan's name in advance.

Looking at Zong Heng's expression, Qiu Yan shook his head, and said coldly: "It's me, you are so surprised, you probably can't figure it out, why can we escape from the hands of the soul cultivator?"

Zong Heng's complexion changed continuously. When he saw Qiu Yan appearing, he guessed that he had bypassed Taoist Crow and sneaked here, but after hearing this, he looked at the other party's determined expression, deduced in his heart, and in an instant he figured out what happened .

With a wry smile, Zong Heng shook his head: "It seems that this time the matter was miscalculated. Since you entered the palace, no, it should be done after seeing through Zhao Pi's details, right? Unexpectedly, the tiger was mistaken for a rabbit."

"Oh?" Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes, and a strange color flashed in his eyes, "From your tone, it seems that you have already deduced what happened."

"These things are not difficult to deduce. You deliberately misled me earlier and made me miscalculate my cultivation. After understanding this, it is not difficult to calculate the cause and effect."

"Did you figure it out?" Qiu Yan flicked his fingers, "You are watching with the soul of the earth, you can measure your luck and feel the trembling of your flesh and bones. If it wasn't for me interfering with thoughts and pretending to be an illusion, you would really have discovered the truth. And according to what you said, I should have figured out my disguise just now, good skill! Good skill! I don’t know what is the basis of your earth soul? How can you have such strategic planning ability?”

Zong Heng stood up from the ground, tidied his clothes, and replied: "It's nothing, it's all the basics of "Jijutsu", as long as you do a little research, you can deduce it."

"Zishu?" Hearing these two words, Qiu Yan felt a little familiar, and the next moment, a memory flowed out from the bookshelf of the Ministry of History, which made him suddenly realize, "It turns out that it is the Sutra left by a generation of Mathematicians. It was included in the "Ten Books of Suanjing" for the students of the Imperial College to study, but because of the profound content, even the academic officials found it difficult to study it, and finally discarded it, and eventually lost it, why..."

His eyes fell on the desk not far away, he saw the book, he caught an unusual breath from it, and a sentence came to his mind——

Seeking the journey of the stars, the ups and downs of life!

"What a big tone! However, it is indeed mentioned in the history books that this book counts astronomy, observes the changes of the stars, pushes down the calendar, and clarifies the solar terms and seasons, which is obscure and profound."

"I didn't expect that even today, there are still people who have heard the name of this book. No wonder you say that you have a lot of knowledge and memorization. It is true!"

Zong Heng took a few breaths, his face calmed down a lot, and his eyes looked resigned: "I offended you, and I have to pay the price, but I have a request. I hope you will not anger this book and let it continue to circulate. The content is extensive, and there are hidden secrets, not only astronomy and calendar, but also luck and fortune, if the mystery is solved, it can even explain everything in the universe and explain the various states of the world! It can flourish humanity!"

"Oh? Can you be humane?" Qiu Yan's eyes on the book changed, and a brilliance flashed in his eyes.

Then, he restrained his expression, and said to Zong Heng: "Taking people's literary thoughts is to eradicate the hatred of fate. Even if you are ordered by others, you can't take it lightly. There must be an explanation, let alone that. Let me ask you first , Why does King Yan want to steal people's literary thinking? Don't lie to me, that's meaningless, if you don't tell me, I can still know, it just takes a little effort." The threat in the words was beyond words.

Zong Heng is also savvy, he knows very well that if he doesn't tell, there are still insiders in this mansion who cannot escape Qiu Yan's method of searching for souls, and they will be exposed after all, so he said flatly: "The prince seizes humanity Thinking, because it will be discussed on the Xing Forum in the near future."

Qiu Yan's heart moved, and his face remained calm: "Oh? Xingtan discussion? What does it have to do with other people's thinking?"

"You don't know?" Zong Heng glanced at Qiu Yan with surprise on his face, "Discussing Taoism in the Xingtan Forum, the soul enters the scholar's forest, if you don't have enough literary thinking to suppress yourself, you will inevitably get lost in it in the end, and perish forever!"

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