In this weird world, I can consecrate the gods

"Literate?" Wang Yi looked at Cui Yu in surprise.

"Yes, are you literate?" Cui Yu asked.

"I can't read! My husband can't read, how can I be literate?" Wang Yi looked like he was looking at a fool.

Looking at Wang Yi who looked so matter-of-fact, Cui Yu couldn't help but feel dizzy: Could he have been on a pirate ship?

It’s really a headache!

Cui Yu looked at Xiaoyi, and the two of them stared at each other.

"I'm kidding, sir, of course you can read." Wang Yi suddenly smiled slyly: "But sir, writing records the laws of heaven and earth and the changes of all things in the world, but writing is also a kind of shackles. After understanding writing, we can then understand the world When it comes to the principles of operation, it is inevitable that you will encounter barriers of knowledge, and what you have learned is bound by words. On the contrary, it is better to understand the principles thoroughly from the book, and then understand the words."

After hearing Wang Yi's words, Cui Yu finally understood why the old Taoist priest Nanhua asked him to come and learn Chinese characters from Li Ming. He and the old Taoist priest were simply at odds with each other.

If you hadn't seen the other person's expression of devotion to knowledge, he would have been a liar!

He just wants to learn to read, why is it so difficult? He doesn’t practice Confucianism, so what’s the use of understanding the truth?

But I kowtowed, and it was too late to regret it.

I looked at the senior and second senior brothers next to me. None of them looked normal. Have you ever seen anyone drinking in class? Have you ever seen someone attend class with their eyes closed and a sword in their arms?

Now that he has arrived, he is at peace. Cui Yu can only sit down and listen to the old Taoist priest reciting poems and describing the great ways in the poems.

However, the old Confucian scholar's lectures were indeed lifelike, and even Cui Yu was fascinated by them. As the other party preached, Cui Yu could only feel the wonderful ideas flashing in his mind, and he had an inexplicable understanding of words and human ethics.

Cui Yu was fascinated by what he heard, and his whole body was gradually immersed in it. Suddenly, a coolness appeared in his soul. Cui Yu was shocked and suddenly opened his eyes, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

Weird power!

What was found?

As the old Confucian scholar lectured, the countless secrets of the scriptures turned into traces of strange power and floated in the small courtyard.

This strange force is peaceful, exuding a peaceful and awe-inspiring energy, just like wisps of mist floating in the air, exuding mysterious and unpredictable energy.

"Could this kind of strange power be the awe-inspiring righteousness of Confucianism?" Cui Yu was deeply shocked as he looked at the strange power floating in the air.

As the old Confucian scholar chanted sutras, the sound of chanting sutras and the words he spat out turned into strange things floating in the air, and the old Taoist priest was the source of the strange power in the air.

As he thought in his heart, a strange force floating in the air merged into his body, turning into an inexplicable force that nourished his soul.

This strange force did not cause any reaction from his own innate magical power.

This was the first time he encountered this situation.

Feel the wisps of strange power in the air. These wisps of strange power are floating in the air. They do not actively invade people's bodies, but want them to be immersed in a unique state, and their spirits emit some kind of fluctuations. Only by matching the frequency of the strange power in the air can the wisps of strange power be absorbed.

"Incredible! It's simply incredible!" Cui Yu's eyes were full of shock.

"This old Confucian scholar really has something."

This was the first time I met Cui Yu who was full of weird power.

"The old Confucian scholar is a capable person. He is using his own wisdom to open up wisdom for his disciples." Cui Yu was greatly shocked. Although he did not practice seriously, he could still see some knowledge.

The second senior brother Nan Bei with his eyes closed, his whole body energy and energy fluctuated, ignoring the strange power in the sky. He only occasionally caught a wisp of unique energy in the air and collected it into his body.

The senior brother on the side was a little tipsy, and he refused to accept the strange power in the air. His whole body seemed to have turned into a bottomless pit.

As for the third senior brother Wang Yi, he was even more different. Countless qi machines shot out from his body. Not only did he not reject all the qi machines coming, he also actively pulled the strange power within his body into his body.

Weird!

What a weird nest!

Maybe it's a bunch of Confucian monks.

As long as they don't die, under the irrigation of the old Confucianism day and night, these people will one day become the pillars of Confucianism.

There was a hint of shock in Cui Yu's eyes: "You're right! Let alone a hundred dans of rice, even 10,000 dans are worth it!"

From his birth to now, he has seen Demon Dao, Tianpeng, Dragon Girl, and Yulong Clan's Wu Zhao. They are all great cultivators who can be called Feitiandun. However, he has only seen two of them who have unleashed their strange power. .

One is an unknown thing underground that releases strange power to harm people.

And there is this old Confucian scholar in front of him who releases strange power to nourish people's souls and help people unlock wisdom.

The old Confucian scholar looked ordinary in appearance, even a bit dull, but Cui Yu felt his scalp numb when he saw the strange power flowing in his tone.

Just words can turn into strange power. What kind of cultivation does this old Confucian scholar have?

"I'm grateful this time! I want to thank Master Nanhua when I get back." Cui Yu thought thoughtfully.

Then he looked at Zhang Jiao, who was holding the lottery tube and was about to fall asleep. His whole body was drowsy, and all the strange power that was three feet away from his body was absorbed by the lottery tube.

The old Confucian scholar lectured very quickly, and the three hours passed by in the blink of an eye.

The old Confucian scholar stopped lecturing and looked at a few people: "That's it for today's lecture. You can understand it yourself when you go back."

At this point, the words paused again: "Xiao Yi, go cook. Today I have accepted a new apprentice, so let's celebrate."

"Sir, there is no more rice to put in the pot." Xiaoyi smiled bitterly: "The rice porridge this morning was the last bowl of rice."

"Go and kill the chicken at the door." The old Confucian scholar said calmly, unhurriedly, and did not give in at all for five buckets of rice.

"I don't dare. Those chickens are still kept to lay eggs. They are the treasures of the mistress." Xiaoyi shook her head quickly.

The old Confucian scholar was silent after hearing this, and after a while he said, "Read a book. There are thousands of cups of grain in the book."

"Sir, books can't be eaten as food." Li Kunpeng quit next to him and smashed the vermilion wine gourd on the table: "You accepted me as your disciple and abducted me from the North, but you agreed to drink wine every day I’m served delicious food. But after I came here, I didn’t just eat porridge three times a day, but you couldn’t pinch my neck and cut off my food rations.”

The old Confucian scholar smiled bitterly.

"Master, why don't you go and invite the master's wife back? When the master's wife comes back, we will have food to eat." Wang Yi comforted from the side: "It is better to lose face than to suffer in the stomach."

"That shrew, leave her alone. Even if I starve to death, I will never bow my head." After the old scholar finished speaking, he walked into the house.

The three brothers sighed together, and Wang Yi looked at Cui Yu with his eyes.

Cui Yu smiled when he saw this: "There is nothing I can do today. I will be able to deliver corn to you senior brothers tomorrow."

"Senior Brother Nanbei." Wang Yi looked at the young man with his eyes closed.

When the young man heard this, he felt as if he had been bitten by a snake, and his whole body was shocked: "Junior brother!!! I am a swordsman, not a street performer!!!"

Second Senior Brother Nan Bei finally opened his eyes, his voice full of helplessness.

Their eyes met for an instant, and Cui Yu was sure that he saw a sword in Nan Bei's eyes.

A sword stained with countless blood.

High mountains, floating clouds, mountains and rivers, monsters and monsters are all the souls of those who died under the sword.

It was a sword that killed countless weird creatures and absorbed the weird essence of countless elves. Countless evil spirits were sealed within it, and he had to close his eyes and recuperate his energy at all times in order to suppress any evil spirits.

The sword light disappeared in a flash, as if it was an illusion. When he looked again, Nan Bei's eyes were as clear as water, without any waves or impurities.

But at this moment, the owner of those eyes showed a dumbfounded expression.

"A swordsman also has to eat!" Wang Yi stared at him.

Nan Bei smiled bitterly, hugged the sword and walked out of the door with his head hanging down.

"Junior brother, don't be offended. Our days are simply indescribable." Wang Yi looked at Cui Yu, for fear of scaring him away.

"Come here often from now on, and you won't be surprised." Senior brother Li Kunpeng came to Cui Yu's side: "I heard that junior brother has good wine?"

"It is indeed a good wine, a fine wine." Cui Yu said with a smile: "I will bring it to you tomorrow."

In order not to make the poor family worse, Cui Yu decided to say goodbye and left Baicaotang with the young Taoist priest Zhang Jiao.

When parting, Wang Yi walked to the door and grabbed Cui Yu's sleeve reluctantly, fearing that Cui Yu would be frightened and dare not come back.

Walking out of the alley, Zhang Jiao pinched his nose and encouraged: "Brother Cui, I'm afraid you have been deceived! This is not a place for teaching and learning, it is clearly a bunch of liars. With those hundred loads of food, we can be carefree. You've been eating for ten or eight years, why would you jump into a pit of fire?"

"You don't understand." Cui Yu shook his head and did not refute Zhang Jiao's words. He went all the way to the restaurant, specially ordered a banquet, and ordered it to be delivered to Baicao Hall before taking Zhang Jiao home.

"By the way, you haven't asked for the Taoist Priest's name yet?" Cui Yu seemed to have remembered something and asked quickly.

"The poor Taoist's nickname is 'Great Xian'." Zhang Jiao replied.

"Great Immortal? What a strange Taoist title." Cui Yu was confused and misunderstood Da Xian as Great Immortal. There seemed to be some kind of wonderful misunderstanding between the two.

"All my life I hope to be like my Taoist name." Zhang Jiao looked envious.

"I also hope to become an immortal and an ancestor just like you." Cui Yu also sighed.

Zhang Jiao was stunned when he heard this, and his head was full of questions:? ? ? Why is it related to becoming an immortal and becoming an ancestor?

But Cui Yu is his meal ticket, so he can do whatever the other party says.

Lijiacun

Outside the thatched cottage

The old Taoist priest Nanhua Zhenren, who was weaving the rutted dog, suddenly raised his head, looked in the direction of Daliang City, put down the daggered dog in his hand, stretched out his fingers to count, and suddenly the corner of his mouth cracked: "Hahaha! Hahaha! The number of days is up. "

"Shou Cheng." The old Taoist priest shouted.

"Master, why are you laughing?" Zhang Jiao came up from the shade of the tree with a surprised look on his face.

"The man of destiny has arrived. Go to the village and wait for Cui Yu. If you see the Taoist priest next to him, ask him to come and explain."

Master Nanhua said with a smile.

Shoucheng was stunned when he heard this, then stood up and walked quickly towards the end of the village.

Cui Yu and Zhang Jiao returned all the way, and when they arrived at the head of the village, they saw the little Taoist priest Shoucheng guarding the head of the village from a distance.

"I've met Cui Xinshi." Shoucheng stepped forward and bowed.

"Why is the Taoist Master here?" Cui Yu looked surprised.

"My master came up with a hexagram on a whim today and would like to ask this fellow Taoist to come and explain it." Shoucheng replied.

Cui Yu was stunned: Hexagram?

Look again at the lotus tube in Zhang Jiao's arms.

Zhang Jiao was also stunned, and his heart skipped half a beat: "If you can predict me even in the hexagram, you must be a Taoist master." I am a fake Taoist priest who cheats and deceives with the name of Taoism. Could it be that I have caused trouble? "

"I wonder who you respect your master?" Zhang Jiao quickly asked humbly.

You don’t have to have the ability to travel around the world, but the ability to read dishes and read people’s looks is indispensable.

"My master is Nanhua," Shoucheng said with a hint of pride.

"Nanhua??? Which Nanhua???" Zhang Jiao was stunned when he heard this.

"There is only one person named Nanhua in this world." said the young Taoist priest Shoucheng.

"Please take me, Taoist Priest, to pay a visit to Master Nanhua." Zhang Jiao's eyes lit up, and his body was trembling with excitement.

Then the two of them ignored Cui Yu, said "I'm sorry" and disappeared into the distant mountains and forests.

"Then the old Taoist priest is famous?" Cui Yu was confused when he heard this.

How could he know the name of Master Nanhua if he was not involved in the world of cultivation?

Walking home with doubts, his father, his younger sister, Yang Erlang and others were having a barbecue in the yard. When he saw Cui Yu coming back, he greeted him. Cui Yu put a bag of corn on the stool, said hello and walked back into the house.

"It's polished rice! High-quality polished rice! Polished rice that only noble men can eat!" The little girl opened the bag curiously, and then cheered, her voice full of surprise.

In this day and age, it’s already great to be able to eat chaff, let alone polished rice?

Even Yang Erlang and Cui Huhu stopped grilling meat, looked at the polished rice, and then looked at Cui Yu's house.

"What is this kid doing outside? How come he has all the polished rice?" Cui Laohu frowned, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Doesn't he know what his son is capable of?

Can he get this polished rice?

"Uncle, don't worry about it, I have grown up." Yang Erlang looked at Cui Huhu and said.

Cui Huhu was silent when he heard this: "I'm worried that he took the wrong path outside."

inside the house

The second young lady has woken up and is lying on the bed, dazed.

"Are you back?" Hearing the sound of footsteps, Xiang Caizhu emerged from the curtain and looked at Cui Yu with bright eyes.

"You seem to have changed?" Cui Yu looked at Xiang Caizhu and noticed the change in the other person's temperament.

"Awakening! I'm awake!" Xiang Caizhu looked excited, jumped up from the bed, and jumped directly into Cui Yu's arms.

"So fast? Only two rays of divine power." Cui Yu looked surprised: "What ability have you awakened?"

"I don't know, it's still being gestated." Xiang Caizhu shook his head.

"Didn't anyone outside notice you?" Cui Yu was referring to his father and younger brother.

"It's not difficult to hide someone in your house if you have a chance to take cover." Xiang Caizhu said proudly.

"Does it still transform into divine blood?" Cui Yu asked.

"Of course transformation." Xiang Caizhu said without even thinking about it: "And I found that the bloodline from which I was born seems to be somewhat different from the bloodline that you transformed into."