Dao fruit.

"The soul enters the scholar's forest? Eternal perdition?"

After hearing this explanation, Qiu Yan became more suspicious.

"The term 'Shilin' refers to all Confucian scholars and scholars, most of whom are students, scholars and great Confucians without official positions. Learning, is to suppress oneself?"

All kinds of questions turned in Qiu Yan's mind.

Zong Heng seemed to see Qiu Yan's doubts, and continued: "I have never been a scholar, so I don't know the specific situation. However, the matter of discussing Taoism in the Xingtan Forum and entering the scholar's academy is a matter of discussion among the Tianxia Academy. It's not a secret, Mr. Qiu is knowledgeable and talented, he must be a high-achieving student from some academy, why doesn't he know the theory of scholars?"

"Is it something that all the academies in the world know? Could it be that those who participate in the discussions on the apricot forum all steal others' writings and suppress themselves? This is too appalling! Paper can't contain fire. If this is true, those academies have long been destroyed by tens of thousands of people. How can resentment be spread through the ages?"

After pondering for a while, Qiu Yan did not respond to Zong Heng's inquiry, but said in a deep voice: "Listen to you, I am also a person who studies, I should know that the cold window is lonely, and no one's knowledge and knowledge are blown by strong winds, even if they are born Those who know must also read and write, and gain insights by themselves, so why would they help the evildoers? Cut off the fate of others?"

After saying this, Qiu Yan raised his voice, every word, like a nail, pierced into Zong Heng's heart.

Zong Heng showed embarrassment, sighed and said: "Since I have devoted myself to the prince's staff, I promised that I will develop mathematics in the future, and I will repay my kindness, so naturally I must be loyal to personnel."

"So that's it! I probably understand, but although I haven't met King Yan yet, judging by your current appearance, it is obvious that you are not taken seriously. The status of the soul cultivator must be higher than you, but in Qiu's view, that Soul cultivators can only fight against a few people, but your ability can be passed on to future generations."

Qiu Yan glanced around, and said with a sneer: "Prince Yan is a prince. He is not a person who can achieve great things if he engages in these tricky and ghostly things. This is to focus on art and not on learning. If you don’t know people and don’t know them, you recruit supernatural monks privately. It’s obvious that you have bad intentions. Following such people will have absolutely no future. Once there is no use value, you will become an abandoned child. Looking through the mirror."

Zong Heng was surprised.He did not expect that Qiu Yan would give him such an evaluation, and the other party's evaluation of King Yan also surprised him.It was three points to the bone!

It has been a while since Zong Heng was subdued by King Yan.

On the outside, King Yan looks like a corporal who is respectful and worthy. He wants to recruit talented people when he sees them, but he has the problem of liking the new and disliking the old. Before Taoist Wu Ya took refuge in him, Zong Heng still had some status in King Yan's staff.Occasionally, he would be asked for advice by King Yan, but since Taoist Crow came, King Yan had contact with a Taoist sect, and became more and more alienated from Zong Heng, and the promise of Daxing Mathematical Sciences was no longer mentioned.

Just as he was thinking about it, Qiu Yan said another sentence: "You inherit the art of magic, and you can count things by counting, but you can't count people's hearts and human nature after all."

"People's hearts, human nature..." Zong Heng was in a daze after chewing these two words. Suddenly, there was a strong wind howling in front of him, and it was Qiu Yan who slapped him with his palm!

If it was normal, as long as he saw Qiu Yan's movements and felt the air flow, Zong Heng would be able to calculate the trajectory of the palm wind and move to dodge. Hit the forehead!

Swish!

Wisps of soul power seeped through, carrying scriptures and a trace of divine power, trapping and restraining Zong Heng's living soul.

In an instant, Zong Heng felt heavy all over his body. Since he opened his mind, his transparent mind was vaguely covered with dust, and he realized that his supernatural power had been sealed by Qiu Yan.

Qiu Yan glanced at Zong Heng at the other party, and said indifferently: "Without this supernatural power, will Yan Wang still value you and be willing to help you to make calculations. You scholar, without supernatural powers, only knowledge is left , I don’t know how King Yan will use your knowledge.”

Zong Heng's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

"Okay, there is one last question left." Qiu Yan seemed to have not seen the other party's ugly face. He flicked his sleeves and had a white jade paperweight in his hand. How to return it?"

Seeing this white jade paperweight, Zong Heng's complexion changed again, and his eyes showed horror: "Even Wen Zong's paperweight fell into your hands?"

Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, slightly surprised: "This thing is called Wen Zong paperweight? Wen Zong? The tone is too loud, but it's just a thief!" After speaking, the paperweight vibrated, as if dissatisfied and protested, "However, this thing The spirituality is not small, I don’t know what the door is, but it’s a magic weapon?”

"This thing is a second-class magic weapon," Zong Heng's answer affirmed Qiu Yan's guess, "This Wenzong paperweight has a mysterious origin, and it is the most precious treasure of King Yan. If you want to reverse the memory that can be suppressed, you must have the owner of the magic weapon to conjure the spell himself. !"

"Second-class magic weapon?"

When Qiu Yan heard this name, his heart skipped a beat, and he thought of the dagger, bracelet, stove mountain on the deity's side, and the copper stove in troubled times.

"I don't know what those things are, and what level they are, and what is the standard for dividing this level."

Although he had doubts, Qiu Yan didn't ask further, but said: "The master of the magic weapon is King Yan? As a prince, he dares to collect and refine the magic weapon, isn't he afraid of the confusion of the three fires?"

The royal family, enjoying the country and the country, can be described as the pinnacle of happiness in the world, but there are gains and losses, and there will inevitably be losses in other aspects, so the emperor is short-lived, and everything that cannot be done is born to enjoy great blessings. Trying to cultivate in vain to prolong one's lifespan without abandoning one's glory and wealth is to go against the Dao of Heaven and Earth and bring boundless bad luck.

Qiu Yan's deity is a god, and this is something that is known. As a prince, how could King Yan not know this?

"These are beyond my knowledge..." Zong Heng coughed twice, and when he raised his head again, Qiu Yan was gone.

He couldn't help laughing bitterly: "The living soul is sealed, and the supernatural powers are no longer, it is equivalent to becoming a mortal. I can't even tell when Qiu Yan left. Maybe the situation just now is a dream. leave..."

After thinking about it, his eyes fell on the book of "Beautiful Art", and his brows frowned.

On the paper next to the book, there was a series of words full of bones and blood——

Do unto others, do not impose on others!

………………

"Come! Two strong men, please drink up this cup!"

In the hall of the backyard, King Yan held a grand banquet, a table was full, but only three people sat.King Yan was holding the wine glass in his hand, talking to Hu Qi and Dai Guo, with a full gesture.

Hu Qi and Dai Guo refused again and again, beside them stood two or three servant girls, carrying porridge, soup and clear water, feeding them from time to time.

When did Hu Qi and Dai Guo receive such treatment?

The banquet has just started, the wine is poured to [-]%, the dishes are served cold and then hot, followed by whole chicken, whole duck, whole fish, dozens of dishes, the etiquette is extremely thoughtful!

"Speaking of which, my cook was invited from Jiannan Road not long ago, and I have a secret recipe. The same dishes, cooked by him, are better than others. What do you two strong men think?"

"Good! Good! Good!" Dai Guo repeatedly praised.

Hu Qi and Dai Guo are full of red faces. Although they are rough people, the way of eating is one of the essence of the Central Plains. Darui is a country of etiquette. Everyone is familiar with the etiquette of feasting and eating. Naturally, you can see the sincerity of King Yan .

During the banquet, King Yan toasted frequently, and he could not see the prince's arrogance at all.

After drinking for three rounds, Dai Guo let go of his appetite and started to eat. Hu Qi was still thinking about the matter, and deliberately reminded King Yan to call Qiu Yan, but just as he was about to speak, he was discouraged by King Yan and asked him to bring food.

Suppressing his uneasiness, Hu Qi did not dare to disobey King Yan's will.

suddenly!

"Huh?" He and Dai Guo stopped their chopsticks at the same time, and turned to look at the door.

"What? The two of you are..." Yan Wang showed a difference, and was about to ask, when a gust of wind suddenly rushed in from outside the door!

The violent air blew through King Yan's hair, making it difficult for his eyes to see, piercing his skin and bones, as if blowing into his heart and soul!Swallowing made the nobleman's hair stand on end, and aroused panic in his heart!

L!

There were a few cold breaths on his face, as if there was blood dripping, King Yan was startled, and shouted: "Assassin! There are assassins! Liu Lian! Zhang Yong! Real Crow! Come and escort me!"

"My lord, don't be surprised!"

After the words fell, two majestic voices came from outside, and then the ground shook, and two majestic figures rushed in from outside the door, their bodies were surging, their blood was surging, and their masculine blood was like a pillar of energy, breaking through the gust of wind all at once.

"Good guy, these two have such high cultivation levels! They are even higher than me and my second brother!"

When Hu Qi and Dai Guo saw the two figures, they were startled, and the feeling of being praised by the prince suddenly disappeared.

L!

As soon as the two mingxiu masters entered the room, they felt the coolness on their faces, and they left immediately. Then their eyes were fixed, and they saw faint shadows in the strong wind.

"It's a soul cultivator! Relying on supernatural powers, dare to attack the prince! Aren't you afraid that the fate of Longting will be reversed, and the soul will be corrupted by sin?"

While the two were scolding, another group of black feathers poured in from the window, lingering around, surrounding the soul that controlled the strong wind, and condensing it into a birdcage.

Seeing this scene, King Yan felt relieved, knowing that it was Taoist Wu Ya, a monk of the soul path he had recruited, who made the move.

"My lord, don't worry, this cultivator is not my opponent." The black feather fluttered down and turned into a ghost. It was Taoist Crow. He raised his hand and pinched the seal, and the birdcage exploded immediately, and the soul inside was shattered and disappeared into nothingness.

King Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and cupped his hands at the Lich Taoist's soul: "Thanks to the real person, otherwise it will be troublesome, does the real person know the origin of this soul?"

The crow said in a dainty way: "I don't know about this either, I have to ask my teacher for advice, the prince is so blessed, even if I don't make a move, nothing will happen."

After the words fell, he looked at Hu Qi and Dai Guo with fascination.

Hu Qi and Dai Guozheng were surprised.

King Yan chuckled, stepped forward and said, "You two don't need to be alarmed, this is my king's guest, Master Crow." Speaking of this, he thought of another thing, "Since the Master is here, the work over there should be finished. , so please invite Mr. Qiu to come over and have a drink with us, so I can ask the teacher." When he said the last sentence, this King Yan laughed a little.

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