Zongman: The post-2D era

Feng Feng took the brush and placed it on the focusing device. Since he had mastered the art of recognizing light in the Mirror Lake, focusing light seemed to have become an instinct. He waved his hand and a purple light appeared.

A vast expanse of mountains and rivers, academies and schools, thousands of people talking about books. There are storytellers who speak in accordance with the law, and use their fingers as pens to talk about evil and kill monsters. Scholars write articles in March, and the world moves with a piece of paper, and rain falls from the sky during a drought.

Feng Feng turned his head and looked at the old scholar. The old man just bowed and said, "There are three immortals and six mortals in the mortal world. Confucianism has dreamed of you. This is the Confucian world in the mortal world. Sir, this piece of mountains and rivers is magnificent or not. It is worth it for you to put down your killing thoughts."

Feng Feng was silent for a long time and said, "Would the madman let you do this? With his arrogant attitude?"

The old scholar said respectfully: "The Lord of Heaven said that he wants to see if you dare to carry the billions of lives in the mortal world. There are three immortals and six mortals in the mortal world every day. If the three immortals and six mortals collapse in one day, it will be like a catastrophe. I hope you will think twice."

Feng Feng turned his head and looked at the two stone slabs in the cabinet on the side, his mind mixed.

"He did something, killed someone. Today someone came to seek revenge. It's only natural. What do you want me to do? What can I do?"

"This battle has nothing to do with you, sir. It's just that you have a sword that can kill the Lord. I once dreamed that you would take back the sword and not use it."

There is always someone who wants to exchange the whole world for someone - A Bao

He killed my daughter, and I want to kill him—Natsume Takashi.

One person's hatred is the life and death of the world. It seems like a simple multiple-choice question. But what's wrong with revenge? When one person is compared with the world, does the same thing have different weights?

Feng Feng shook his head and waved his hand again, and the black light flew away.

A strange light descended from the sky, and Feng Feng knew it was the light from the sea of ​​all worlds. It was slightly different from the light source, and the light was more magnificent and terrifying.

In the thousands of academies, some people killed people with their pens, and some people bit each other. Someone with supernatural powers sacrificed himself to bring down a poisonous rain for thousands of miles. It seemed that the world was going to be destroyed. At this time, a Confucian scholar picked up a pen and wrote an article using the sky as paper. Halfway through the article, the Confucian scholar was already dead.

A little boy beside the scholar continued writing. With each stroke he seemed to age one year older. After he finished writing, the boy became an old scholar.

Feng Feng waved away the last of the red light, and a pen in the light flew out of a world, nailing a strange creature in the void. The pen also began to be infected by the light, purple, red, and black light, pulling it in and falling into the pen.

"You are a fourth-level person, and you can break boundaries and kill people with just one pen. You are a scholar and call yourself a Confucian. So tell me what I should do? What is the solution to hatred?"

The old scholar only took out a book he had made himself.

"This is a biography of Confucian figures in the mortal world, written by me myself. I don't know why I hate you. I just hope you will put the Lord of the world first."

"Confucians are not a group of people who continue the book of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness. Why do they say the words of Mohism, universal love and non-aggression? I will reply to you with the words of the ancients. If plucking a hair can benefit the world, I will not do it. If the whole world is used to serve one person, I will not take it."

The old scholar presented the book and said, "There are always some wonderful things in the world, and there are thousands of heroes in this book. Sir, you may draw your sword because of the person, and you may not draw your sword because of the person."

Feng Feng handed the brush to the old scholar, took the book and said, "You can go!"

The old scholar bowed, left, wrote "The World is Dustful" on the stone tablet in front of the door, and then left on the train.

Feng Feng mixed the three colors that had not yet dissipated, and a black color dyed the stone tablet.

The stone tablet turned into a stone slab and flew into another cabinet.

At this time, Feng Feng discovered that after recognizing the light, he could already use a certain degree of ability in the treasure world. He cooperated with the House of Wishes to do some small things. He thought of the fairies flying in the sky. It seemed that the ban on the treasure world was not absolute.

Yes, if the higher level is the same as the first level, what is the point of practicing?

Each world in the sea of ​​​​ten thousand worlds has its own rules. The realm is the ability to perceive the rules of the world. But when it becomes strong to a certain extent, perhaps the rules can't trap these strong people!

Feng Feng thought about it and opened the biography in his hand. The first chapter was about Zeng Meng himself.

I once dreamed that I was born in the mortal world among the three immortals in one day and six mortals. I was born in the Confucian world. When I was young, I was sold to a rich family and became a book boy. Five years later, a miracle appeared from the sky, and I wrote articles with the Confucian master using the sky as paper and my life as life.

Since then, he became the master of the Confucian world in the mortal world. In the following 1,800 years, he blocked the strange objects from the sky more than 800 times. He was seriously injured five times.

Zeng Meng loves sugar, and cannot enjoy food without sugar. Zeng Meng likes strange things and people, and all who hear them write down their stories. Zeng Meng loves the people of the world, and always smiles when everything is peaceful and without trouble.

Chapter 118 Natsume Takashi and the Cat Teacher

This book was written by me, and all the people in the Confucian world depend on the thoughts of Mr. Xushi.

Sir, have you ever dreamed of someone who is as good as the one you like in your heart? Has she caught your eye?

Feng Feng closed the book. The life story of a character in the book was a story. There was a spirit in the brief strokes. It was as if the person described in the book appeared before his eyes.

There are so many famous people in the thick biography. If Feng Feng decides to kill the madman with a sword, what will happen to the Confucian world in the mortal world? But if he doesn't kill him, can we just turn a blind eye to it just because one world is not equal on the scale?

What if someone hurts your relatives or friends? If you don't kill him today, will you be able to draw your sword with a clear conscience if someone hurts your cat in the future?

Natsume Takashi went to kill the madman because of the death of the cat teacher. If something happened to the little black cat in the future, how could he not take action? But if he didn't kill him today, how could he feel justified when the time came?

There is no reason in this world that you can kill someone without guilt just because you are of noble status, nor is there any reason to kill someone and not allow them to avenge you. Confucianism is the most reasonable, why do you want me to be unreasonable?

The four words "all the people in the world" in the sky above the Wish House are still present in the treasure world.

Feng Feng looked up and smiled. That's fine. It has nothing to do with me! Let you guys figure it out first.

After saying this, Feng Feng walked into "Food Wars! Shokugeki no Soma". He was going to work hard to learn cooking skills.

Because there are people who want to trample on others.

Erina Chikiri was touched when she saw Feng Feng practicing seriously. It seemed that after yesterday, this leader of the Eight Immortals who once said that he didn't care about anything as long as he could eat became popular.

But I heard that the Wang brothers have both become Sequence 8 Transcendent Hunters, and they want to compete with the Eight Immortals to obtain Sequence 7 rituals and potions. Is this person okay?

The people of Sequence Eight have mastered extraordinary powers, and it will not be so easy to win with moonlight this time. Moreover, the Wang brothers also claim to have mastered their lost inheritance. Should I remind him?

Erina Chikiri hesitated for a long time and did not speak until Fengfeng left.

Feng Feng arrived at the Wish House, but found Happy and the Fat and Thin brothers in front of the kitchen counter. The door that should have led to the backyard of the Wish House had become a wall. Feng Feng understood that someone else had come with a wish.

One side of the House of Wishes is now an open kitchen, and the innermost part is the door to the world of Food Wars! On the other side are rows of containers. In the middle is a chessboard. On the chessboard is a condenser.

The room is connected front to back, with the front door facing the alley and the back door leading to a yard where Mr. Cai lives. But once someone comes with a wish, the wall behind will disappear, and in front of the door will be the sea of ​​​​all worlds with all colors and everything.

As a figure walked into the door, Feng Feng's mood began to fluctuate.

That's Takashi Natsume, Takashi Natsume with a cat.

He looked at the package in the cabinet. The House of Wishes told him. Natsume Takashi came for this package. What a wonderful fate. He had just sent one Natsume Takashi to the battlefield, but the things he left behind became the fate and hope of another Natsume Takashi.

In a trance, Feng Feng seemed to see two identical figures, one was wearing a yin-yang costume and standing proudly in the void, and the other was talking to the cat on his shoulder with a gentle look.

I'll leave the next one to you, please let that me live happily! An old friend I just met for the first time.

Feng Feng showed a gentle smile and said, "Guanying, is there anything you need? This is the House of Wishes. I will definitely fulfill your wish."

Natsume Takashi put down the vigilant cat teacher in his hand and nodded: "Hello, I heard a voice saying that as long as you win the game here, your wish will come true. What kind of game is it? I only know how to play simple games like Gobang."

Feng Feng said happily: "I admit defeat, so you win. Now tell me your wish! We are destined to be together, and I will definitely make your wish come true."

The lucky cat jumped in front of Feng Feng and said, "Hey, where are you from, little monster? Haven't you heard of my name, Master Ban?"

The little black cat rushed out from one side, knocked the cat teacher aside, and began to play with this lucky cat.

Natsume Takashi said awkwardly, "Excuse me, sir. Don't you know what the price is for your wish to come true? If it's just an eye or something, it's not a big deal. But if it's a higher price, please forgive me for refusing."

Happy stood up and said, "Young man, no one here wants your eyes. Sit down and talk with us! Xiaofeng, serve the food."

"Wait a minute, no need. How can I do this?"

Feng Feng watched this scene and walked into the kitchen to talk. Teacher Cat's three-color dumplings and Natsume Takashi's ramen.

When Feng Feng finished delivering the things, Happy and the Fat and Thin brothers had already figured out what was going on.

It turns out that Natsume Takashi's world has fallen into an impure black light. Since then, a kind of zombie-like monster has appeared all over the world. And there are more and more of them. This time he came here to seek power.

Because the intermediate monsters in Yahara discovered similar individuals. And in Yahara there is a temple where Natsume's friend Tanuma is and intermediate monsters.

Feng Feng used his light-spotting ability. Sure enough, a black light mixed with several colors appeared on Natsume Takashi's body. But the colors were mixed together and it was difficult to distinguish them. Maybe Feng Feng's light-spotting ability was not good enough!

Happy ate his noodles and patted his chest to assure, "Don't worry, this is the House of Wishes, there is no wish that cannot be fulfilled. Your monster friends will be fine too."

Natsume Takashi and Neko-sensei just nodded and ate.

They hardly knew what they were doing, this meal was the most delicious food they had ever eaten in their lives.

Feng Feng took out the package that the last Natsume Takashi left behind. He placed it in front of the two people who were eating and said, "Here is what you are looking for. Don't worry, it's just a temporary phenomenon. It will pass soon. I promise."

After finishing his meal, Natsume Takashi and the cat teacher walked out of the House of Wishes, immersed in the aftertaste of the delicious food. The House of Wishes returned to being a shop with doors opening from front to back.

However, Natsume Takashi looked back at the torii gate with only two pieces of wood left in the forest and said, "So the legend is true. It is the residence of the immortals. It is a wish-making gate where mortals can have their wishes come true."

"Humph!" The cat teacher jumped up first, snatched the package and said seriously: "They are just a few monsters who can perform illusions. Let me see what they gave you?"

The package was opened, and several books and a set of Onmyoji's high crown and robes appeared before the two.

"It's just something from an Onmyoji, what's so good about it? But the words in the book seem familiar."

Natsume Takashi nodded as he packed up: "I feel the same way. Teacher Neko, do you think this could be something from Reiko's grandmother?"

Chapter 119 Cai Wei: Living for You Since the Age of Three

"I don't know. I was sealed a long time ago. And Reiko has no self-awareness at all. It's really..."

Feng Feng in the Wish House looked at the others and said, "You knew he would come."

Happy drank a glass of wine and said, "Of course, after all, I am a fifth-level player. Fat and thin brothers, go get some food in Food Wars! I have something to say to Feng Feng. After eating the noodles made by Feng Feng, the fat and thin brothers looked solemn, nodded in agreement, and walked into the innermost door of the kitchen counter.

"This time I came to tell you that this cause and effect is yours. If you want to solve it, you must first find this derivative world in the sea of ​​​​worlds. Then protect and eliminate the light of the derivative world. And you have the conditions to do all this.

I found the world in the sea of ​​all worlds by fate, and there is 382 space-time to house this world. The light of the sea of ​​all worlds in the serial space-time cannot enter. I just don’t know how much time and world source it will take. "

"Looking at Natsume Takashi's attitude of not hesitating to exchange an eye, the situation may not be good."

Feng Feng said with a firm look: "I have so much power, if I can do it, I must do it."

Happy nodded and said, "But first you have to solve a problem. Money, or rather, world source. Finding the world, sealing the world, transporting the world, and settling the world. Even if it is simplified to these four steps, it will take at least 400,000 or 500,000 world sources to get it."

Feng Feng thought about the 100,000 world sources he could use and nodded, "You're right, but the world sources in the treasure world are not a problem for me."

Happy Fat Face was stunned and blinked.

Feng Feng looked at the moon outside and said, "Come with me to various light source fields to buy goods tomorrow. I have a suitable plug-in, not a fate line."

"You scared me to death. I thought you wanted to make money from fate. Fate doesn't necessarily mean it's worth money!"

"That's the method of the Light Concentrator lineage? Is it useful? Nine out of ten people who concentrate light will be poor, and one will be even poorer. Otherwise, how could the treasure world be the place of major sects? The Light Concentrator is just a worker."

Feng Feng said, "You'll know tomorrow," and lifted the table.

The happy fat face is smiling and happy. It seems that tomorrow is the day for the fat man to show off.

In front of the large spotlight, Cai Wei listened to her own heartbeat like a drum. At that moment she knew she had fallen in love and that meeting Feng Feng would ruin her life.

All the memories seemed to be stained with color, and the pure pearl in her hand still glowed with spiritual light. She just said sweet words in her heart, but did not take a step forward.

When I was three years old, I entered the Creation Immortal Sect (my master gave me the name Caiwei). When I was five years old and was laying the foundation, my master told me that nowadays, no matter what kind of practice, the attribute person should be the standard, because the attribute person has the only transcendent inheritance.