At the same time, I traveled through time and space, I dominated the heavens and the worlds

Speaking of magic weapons, Lin Bei is much more powerful than Huang Feihu!

In his hands he possesses a treasure as powerful as Optimus Prime, as well as a mysterious black gourd personally given to him by Taishang Laojun.

Just relying on these treasures, Lin Bei can indeed surpass Huang Feihu in terms of magic weapons.

But Huang Feihu is not bad either. He rides on the majestic five-colored divine bull which Lin Bei does not have.

The powerful people in this world all have the habit of keeping mounts. Even Yang Jian has an extremely ferocious Roaring Sky Dog following him.

Comparing with this, Lin Bei began to wonder if he should get himself a real mythical beast to use as a mount. It was not appropriate to always rely on Optimus Prime's transformed appearance to make up the number.

After informing Huang Feihu of his name, Lin Bei told him the purpose of his visit to Chaoge City.

Huang Feihu originally thought that Lin Bei came here to seek an official position in the court, but after hearing what he said, he was greatly surprised.

Huang Feihu's eyes widened, and he looked at Lin Bei suspiciously, and asked in disbelief: "You mean to give a lecture in our Chaoge City?"

As he spoke, he looked Lin Bei up and down with a strange look, as if the person standing in front of him was a strange beast incarnated.

You have to know that this is still the ancient times. Although Patriarch Hongjun passed down three thousand great ways, people who have the ability to leave behind classic books are extremely rare.

In such an era, even the famous "Tao Te Ching" had not yet been published.

So Huang Feihu really couldn't understand what virtue and ability Lin Bei had to be able to explain the scriptures to the people.

If he didn't speak well, wouldn't he become a laughing stock? How could he think of such a thing that would destroy his reputation?
Lin Bei nodded confidently and said, "As far as cultivation is concerned, I am only a latecomer. However, when it comes to preaching and enlightening the people, I think I have some experience and confidence. I hope King Wucheng can help me and agree to this."

Huang Feihu couldn't help but frowned slightly when he heard this.

The Shang Dynasty has always been very tolerant. If Lin Bei had started to preach without informing others in advance, the soldiers patrolling the city would certainly have stopped him.

However, since Lin Bei has already taken the initiative to confess, perhaps he should be given such a chance to try.

After all, if his preaching is not effective, or if he spreads some fallacies and heresies, it will not cause too much trouble if we stop him at that time.

However, before agreeing, Huang Feihu felt it necessary to first find out what kind of scripture Lin Bei was going to recount.

So he asked, "What scripture do you want to preach?"

Lin Bei slowly stretched out his right hand with a smile on his face and reached for the Qiankun bag tied around his waist.

Soon, he fished out two bound paper books from the bag.

In this era, paper had not yet been invented.

But Lin Bei contacted himself in other worlds and got the formula for papermaking.

Afterwards, he worked together with Jade Ding Zhenren and spent several days successfully making paper.

By the way, movable type printing was also invented.

Because these two things had been interviewed in advance, the heaven of this world also rewarded Lin Bei and Yu Ding with a considerable amount of merit.

Taishao Laojun might have predicted this and gave Lin Bei a gourd of golden elixirs.

"King Wucheng, please look at these two scriptures. I and a great man developed the medium for recording text. We named it paper. In addition to this, we also developed another method called movable type printing, which can print a large number of scriptures in a short period of time.

Make the dissemination of knowledge easier.

However, the current writing system of the Shang Dynasty is still too complicated, and there is a certain threshold for ordinary people to understand it.

I wanted to change this phenomenon, and planned to promote the font I created throughout the world, so that Da Shang and the surrounding countries would share the same writing system.

The scriptures in these two books are what I recorded in the new font. One is called "Three Character Classic" and the other is called "Thousand Character Classic".

Lin Bei muttered something and made quick hand gestures.

As he moved, mysterious and dazzling rays of light flew out from his fingertips and shot straight towards the two scriptures.

Huang Feihu, who originally had a bewildered and confused look on his face, suddenly had an epiphany in his mind after the light sank into the scriptures. The previously obscure scriptures and annotations seemed to become clear all of a sudden.

Of course, the contents of these two scriptures have long been carefully modified by Lin Bei. The original scriptures are too scary for today's era. They are equivalent to predicting the future and are difficult to use directly.

Huang Feihu read the two scriptures eagerly. The more he read, the more shocked he became, and he felt a sense of admiration for Lin Bei.

At first, he thought Lin Bei was just a young cultivator who had just started out and didn't know his place.

But now it seems that I was totally wrong! The person in front of me can actually write a book. This kind of talent alone is definitely not something that ordinary people can achieve.

In this era, anyone who can possess such profound knowledge and unique insights and organize them into a book is undoubtedly a great man.

And people as young as Lin Bei are even rarer.

In time, if he can continue along this path, it may not be impossible for him to become a saint.

Thinking of this, Huang Feihu looked at Lin Bei again with a complicated look in his eyes.

There was wonder and admiration, but also a hint of awe.

However, if Huang Feihu wanted to widely promote these two scriptures across the country, it was obviously impossible for him to do it alone.

This matter is of great importance and we must consult the king first.

Fortunately, King Zhou, who was in power at that time, was a wise monarch who was enterprising and ambitious.

He has always been committed to the country's development and prosperity, and is often open and inclusive to all kinds of beneficial new things.

Therefore, Huang Feihu felt that the king would most likely not refuse Lin Bei's request.

Thinking of this, Huang Feihu said to Lin Bei: "Sir, can you come with me to the palace? This matter will definitely be much more convenient if our king supports it."

Lin Bei's mouth curled up slightly, and just as he was about to respond, an indescribable sense of panic suddenly surged in his heart. He instantly became alert, raised his head abruptly, and scanned every inch of the surrounding space as quickly as lightning, but surprisingly, he did not detect any trace of the enemy in his field of vision.

After thinking for a while, Lin Bei immediately stretched out his fingers and started calculating.

After some deduction, the truth finally came to light - it turned out that the feeling of panic came from that kid Yang Jian.

This guy actually got the axe in advance and is now rushing towards Taoshan without stopping.

The thought of letting this matter run its course would lead to disastrous consequences, and the situation would most likely get out of control, just like the original plot development.

Thinking of this, Lin Bei no longer had time to care about spreading the scriptures and seeking merit.

He reached into his Qiankun bag, fumbled around for a while, and took out two extremely precious books, which recorded the two magical skills of papermaking and printing respectively.

After stuffing it into Huang Feihu's hand, Lin Bei flashed and jumped into the air with a nimble somersault.

At this moment, a colorful auspicious cloud suddenly appeared under his feet. It was the famous somersault cloud.

As Lin Bei's mind moved, the Somersault Cloud rushed away like an arrow, and flew far away in the blink of an eye.

Huang Feihu, who was standing aside, didn't even have time to react. He only felt a flash before his eyes, and Lin Bei's figure had completely disappeared at the end of his sight.

He stared blankly at the two books in his hands, his face full of confusion, feeling that everything that had just happened was a little inexplicable.

After a long while, Huang Feihu came back to his senses and muttered to himself: "Is this Lin Bei a treasure-delivering boy sent by the heavens? He brought such a precious thing to our Great Shang. He is truly a great man of the time!"
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Lin Bei didn't care at all about how Huang Feihu praised him behind his back.

After all, although he handed over the important classics, the complete version of the text dictionary was still firmly in his hand!

This dictionary is the key to the entire plan. If we want to promote these new characters quickly and effectively, then the dictionary is absolutely an indispensable tool.

In addition, based on Huang Feihu's personality, he would never take those things for himself, and the merit that belonged to him had already been pocketed by Lin Beiyi.

It wouldn't hurt to let Huang Feihu help prepare some preliminary matters.

Just like that, after traveling for half a day, Lin Bei finally arrived at Taoshan.

From a distance, Lin Bei saw the figure of Yang Jian.

My goodness, this guy has actually knocked down all the land god, mountain god and the guards on all four sides to the ground!
At this moment, Yang Jian was concentrating on accumulating strength, and it seemed that he was planning to split the Peach Mountain in one fell swoop!

The axe he held tightly in his hand was called a mountain-splitting axe. It had a great origin and was made from the magic stone left behind by the goddess Nuwa.

Generally speaking, if you want to forge such a magical stone into a magical weapon, it will take at least several hundred years.

However, how could Yang Jian, who was extremely anxious, wait that long?

After knowing how long it would take to refine the weapon, he raised his hand in rage and slammed the stone hard. With the burning resentment in his heart, he forged the powerful axe before him.

Seeing that Yang Jian had already raised the mountain-splitting axe high, he looked like he was full of powerful energy, as if he was going to split the towering Peach Mountain in front of him in one fell swoop.

At this critical moment, Lin Bei took out Optimus Prime and threw it towards Yang Jian without hesitation, and at the same time shouted at the top of his voice: "Wait a minute, second brother!"

However, at this moment, Yang Jian had already gone mad with rage, and his mind was filled with only one thought - to rescue his mother Yao Ji, who was trapped and suffering under Peach Mountain, as soon as possible.

His eyes were wide open and he roared loudly, like a thunderclap out of nowhere. The axe in his hand suddenly burst out with dazzling light, as bright as the scorching sun.

Then, he used all his strength and slashed down at the towering Peach Mountain with the force of thunder.

All I heard was a loud earth-shaking noise, and the whole earth was shaking.

Seeing that the Peach Mountain was about to be split in half by Yang Jian's attack, the situation was extremely critical.

It happened in a flash. At this critical moment of life and death, the Optimus Prime that Lin Bei had thrown out before came rushing over like a silver lightning.

There was a loud bang, and the Axe and Optimus Prime collided suddenly in the air, sparks flew everywhere, and the huge impact force made the surrounding air seem to explode.

But Optimus Prime was ultimately unable to withstand the powerful force of the Axe and was immediately knocked flying backwards.

Fortunately, Lin Bei reacted quickly. He flashed forward like a ghost and steadily caught Optimus Prime who was blown back.

Lin Bei held Optimus Prime in his hand and made a beautiful stick flower, his eyes fixed on Yang Jian opposite him.

But Yang Jian's eyes were bloodshot, and he exuded a terrifying evil aura from his whole body. It was obvious that he had fallen into a state of madness and possession.

Seeing this scene, Lin Bei's heart sank and he sighed to himself, it seems that he will have to fight today.

Lin Bei's heart was also burning with fighting spirit. He had long been eager to compete with Yang Jian, the future number one god of war in the Three Realms and the god of justice, to personally weigh his true strength.

When they were at Yuquan Mountain, Yang Jian's magical power was not yet perfected, and Lin Bei usually won every time they fought.

The situation is different now. Yang Jian, who is in the demonic state, is no less powerful than his future peak period.

Lin Bei did not hesitate at all. He held the majestic Optimus Prime tightly with both hands and rushed towards Yang Jian like lightning.

On the other side, Yang Jian had already fallen into a state of madness and possession, with only one thought in his mind - to split the towering Peach Mountain in front of him!

Anyone who dared to come and stop him would be regarded as his sworn enemy. When he caught a glimpse of Lin Bei rushing towards him, his eyes instantly turned scarlet and he let out a deafening roar, like an enraged ancient beast.

Then, he gripped the axe tightly in both hands and faced the enemy head-on without flinching.

Both brothers practiced the famous Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts, but each of them had his own strengths.

Yang Jian is gifted and can be called a natural god of war. He has skilled fighting skills and is brave and fearless.

But Lin Bei is no ordinary person. He has received endless power blessings from many worlds. His strength is not inferior to Yang Jian, but even better.

In an instant, the Optimus Prime in Lin Bei's hand was like an extremely agile dragon flying and circling in the air, so fast that it turned into a blurry phantom. For a moment, it seemed as if thousands of extremely sharp spear shadows were stabbing at Yang Jian at the same time, and each spear shadow contained a force that was overwhelming and daunting. (End of this chapter)