Respectfully ask Your Majesty to kill the immortal

Chapter 233 Culture
Wenqi is something that can only be possessed by students at a certain level.

Ordinary people can't see it, but it's no secret to cultivators.

However, Wen Qi is not the flow of immortal fate or spiritual energy, and cannot be used to cultivate immortals.

Its more function is to gather and flow the literary spirit, condense it into a literary way, and ensure the prosperity of Chinese literature and culture.

The gentry students who were able to come to the capital to catch up for the exam were naturally not mediocre. Seeing the words of the sages, they exuded elegance invisibly.

There are actually not many people, but so many students, more or less flowed out, slowly condensed, and formed a small cloud over the post station.

"That's right," Mi Luo nodded, "As expected of the capital, its culture is much better than our South Sea Dragon Palace's."

Dragons belong to the higher bloodlines in the world of monsters and beasts, so normally they don't need to learn.

Xu Mochen looked at the air above the post station, and always felt that something was wrong.

Tang Derun explained: "Your Majesty, generally speaking, there is no first place in writing, so the writing style of the students is rarely the same.

Today we should recite the words of the sages together and get unified, so that we can gather together. "

Just as he was speaking and perceiving, Xu Mochen suddenly discovered that a small wisp of the condensed literary energy was drawn out and gradually sucked into the woods in front of him.

Mi Luo and Tang Derun also saw the vision, and Mi Luo frowned: "Hey, is there a cultivator who extracts Wen Qi?"

Wen Qi can be transferred, such as extracting the Wen Qi of a talented person and injecting it into another person, the latter will benefit.

However, whether it is a mortal or a cultivator, the amount of this kind of forced infusion should not be too much.

If you can't accept too much, it's like cramming education.

So immortal cultivators generally don't do this stuff, and it doesn't make much sense.

But in front of him, what he saw was a cultivator doing this.

What exactly is it for?
"Go and have a look." Xu Mochen hooked his fingers, and the three of them retreated to the room, taking advantage of everyone's inattention, they turned into light and fled into the woods.

Following the thread of Wen Qi, the three of Xu Mochen quickly saw that on the rock in front of them, there was a mouse-like thing standing on its front feet with its pointed mouth upwards, sucking in the Wen Qi little by little.

It was obvious that he had sucked a lot, and his stomach was bulging.

"That's a puppet," Tang Derun recognized. "It's a little monster that specializes in serving immortal cultivators. It doesn't have much wisdom, but it's very loyal."

Mi Luo also said "hey": "This kind of puppet that can absorb literary energy is really rare."

"Maybe there is an agreement with the master to help absorb the literary energy in exchange for the opportunity to step into the immortal way." Tang Derun guessed.

In other words, the real behind-the-scenes people have not yet appeared.

"Your Majesty, do you want to..." Tang Derun asked for instructions.

"No need," Xu Mochen shook his head, "Is it going to affect the student's literary spirit?"

Mi Luo belongs to the School of Grammar, she thought about it: "Generally there is no big problem, but the lack of literary spirit and the corresponding weakening of one's own talent, the students in this post station may have no hope of taking the imperial examination."

A cold feeling rose in Xu Mochen's heart: "Is this what the two people in the Ministry of Rites said?"

Absorb the literary spirit of the children of the gentry, so that they can't pass the exam.

But this obviously doesn't make sense logically.

The little mouse absorbed it very quickly, and all the Wen Qi hovering over the station was sucked away.

Seems to have reached the limit, the little mouse looked left and right, jumped down and ran away.

"I'm going to chase after you," Xu Mochen ordered, "Go back to the station and continue to observe these students to see if there are any changes in the future.

If the cultivators want their lives, stop them immediately. "

Xu Mochen doesn't like gentry, but they are human after all.

It's all about literary spirit, this fate can't be taken anymore.

Tang Derun took the order, but Mi Luo disagreed: "I want to go too. This kind of extraction of literary energy is the opposite of our Grammar School. I'm going to have a look."

Tang Derun was a little embarrassed.

Xu Mochen thought about it, Mi Luo has a lot of background, and he belongs to the Grammar School. If something goes wrong, he can testify for himself.

"Okay," he nodded in agreement, "but there will be danger, you follow me closely."

Mi Luo smiled: "I am not inferior to you anyway, so I don't need a Hunjun to protect me."

After the assignment was completed, Tang Derun returned to the post station to prevent the immortal cultivators from killing him. On the other side, Xu Mochen took Mi Luo, swept away his consciousness, and chased after the little puppet mouse.

This walk lasted about ten miles, and the further back, Xu Mochen found that there were more and more mice.

Mi Luo's face darkened: "Your Hun, it seems that someone is dedicated to extracting Wen Qi.

Although you can't do anything, you can't help your practice, but if the students' morale is broken, your imperial examination will be a big joke this time. "

Xu Mochen's heart sank. He took the first imperial examination after the founding of the country, but the quality of the candidates was too poor, and something went wrong. The whole world must be blaming himself, the emperor.

At that time, the officials will besiege together again, and they will not be able to step down without guilt.

In serious cases, it will also affect one's own national fortune.

The fortune of the country dissipated, and he lost the blessing of his cards.

It was a good calculation.

These mice came from all directions, and gradually gathered here, and rushed all the way to the cliff ahead.

Xu Mochen and the two followed unhurriedly. They were about to approach the cliff when suddenly a burst of coercion swept over them. The two retreated quickly, and a huge palm print appeared on the ground with a "boom".

"You two," a man in a red robe floated in the midair ahead, his face was so dark that he couldn't see his face at all, "The place ahead has nothing to do with you two, please stop."

"Oh?" Xu Mochen pulled Miluo behind him, "You are the immortal cultivator who stole the literary spirit, can you leave your name?"

"Of course not," the red-robed man let out a burst of laughter, "You are also immortal cultivators, so please ask the well water not to interfere with the river water."

"Then what if we want to take care of it?" Xu Mochen secretly guarded, and activated the three-orifice supernatural power at any time.

The man in the red robe thought for a while: "Then it can only be said...Go to hell!"

After speaking, he didn't see that he opened the cave behind him, but only heard the sentence "Wildfire is endless!" Sparks immediately burst out from the ground where Xu Mochen and the others were.

Xu Mochen had been on guard for a long time, he took Mi Luo and flew up with his sword, looking down at the sea of ​​flames below.

"Words follow the law," Mi Luo's eyes flashed with fear, "Which sage of the Grammar School are you?"

Hearing these words, Xu Mochen's heart moved. Could it be that this person is from the Imperial Academy?
In Dagan country, there is only one sage, and there are only a few people who can be called sages.

Two of them are in the Guozijian, and Xu Mochen met them not long ago.

"Not bad, not bad," the red-robed man smiled, "The little girl is also from the Grammar School, but unfortunately you are only at the seventh level of the Transcendent Realm, so you are not my opponent."

Mi Luo was not reconciled, she snorted coldly: "Good rain knows the season!"

A flash of thunder flashed in the sky, and then heavy rain fell, immediately dousing the flames on the ground.

But Xu Mochen activated his supernatural powers, combined his swords into one, and shot at the red-robed man.

(End of this chapter)