My wife, the eldest princess of the demon clan, I recite poems and become a sword god

Chapter 85 Tianwen Dazheng (2 in 1, please subscribe!)
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Hearing this name, Li Cheng looked at Monk Shuanghui with slight doubts.

I saw the other party's face secretly twitching. He was about to say "Amitabha", but Taoist Yurun beat him to it:

"To be honest with you, Wang Linkai is the lay name of Master Shuanghui.

Pindao has known him for 40 years. Their ancestral home is Taiku County, Hedong Road. When they were young, there was a slight disagreement..."

The old acquaintance relationship between the two people was explained in a concise and comprehensive manner, and Taoist Yurun's expression was very magnanimous.

Li Cheng, who was standing by, thought for a moment and figured out what the other party meant by this move.

Taoist Yurun revealed that he had a bad relationship with the old monk Shuanghui, which fundamentally negated Shuanghui's previous objective guarantee.

Everyone knows that a slight error can lead to a thousand miles of misunderstanding.

Taking a step back,

Even the difference between the Taoist Tianwen Formation and the Zen Tianwen Formation is smaller than the difference between Spicy Chicken Leg Burger and McSpicy Chicken Leg Burger.

But after all, the two are still very similar.

Coupled with the bad relationship between the old monk and Taoist Yurun,
This can easily make people wonder how selfish the old monk's vow just now was.

What Taoist Yurun did was to continuously deepen this layer of suspicion in the hearts of Bai Ye and his wife.

The famous botanist Liu Huaqiang once said——

When you doubt whether the melon is raw or not, then it is already unripe in your heart.

Li Cheng, who knew this truth well, looked at Taoist Yurun with amusement.

These few words alone are not enough to gain the trust of Bai Ye and his wife.

After all, there may be only this cinnabar pen in the entire Jiangdu city, which represents the only chance to seize the vitality of heaven and earth.

No matter what, Bai Ye, as the decision-maker, must make every move without regrets.

Therefore, Taoist Yurun has to put more weight on the scale...

If you think about it,

Li Cheng, who was looking at the other party calmly, suddenly couldn't help but secretly twitch the corner of his mouth.

Because in front of everyone, Taoist Yurun, who was sitting in a wheelchair with his head tilted, suddenly stood up!

Without relying on the support of several Taoist priests in green clothes, he slowly stood up from the wheelchair completely independently.

Seeing what could be called a medical miracle in front of him, Li Cheng couldn't help but sigh:
Taoist Yurun is really a thief. He asked his disciples and grandchildren to push him over earlier, which seemed to be a plan.

Quietly shaking his head secretly in his heart, he inadvertently glanced at Bai Mengyan, whose eyes were so clear and innocent.

Sure enough, compared to these old silver coins, he still prefers to stay with his junior sister.

It has nothing to do with whether the other party has a soft tone or a soft body, or a faint fragrance of cherry blossoms.

Silently watching Taoist Yurun walk toward the vermilion wooden platform with frivolous but still steady steps.

Bai Ye, who was silent for a while, narrowed his sharp eyes slightly and finally made a decision.

He could clearly feel it at this moment,
In the courtyard of the Tibetan Sword Hut across the lake, three of the seven brass lamps had been extinguished.

He had to make a choice between Monk Shuanghui and Taoist Yurun.

Knowing that whatever he said at this moment belonged to the old monk who was getting darker and darker, he simply kept silent.

After making eye contact with Taoist Yurun who held his head high, he turned to look at Bai Ye and his wife sincerely.

Taoist Yurun also behaved in the same way, but he was almost confident in his heart.

Anyway, only he and the bald donkey present can control the formation. Since the other party has been suspected, who else can be chosen instead of him?

"Please also..."

In silence,

Bai Ye, whose purple clothes were slightly fluttering, spoke very softly, but at the same time he spoke very clearly.

However, he only said two words, but returned to silence.

And almost as soon as he finished speaking,

Xie Yongxu, dressed in white, suddenly turned her head and looked at the lake surface that was gently blown by the wind.

Everyone present looked at each other doubtfully, with deep or shallow question marks in their eyes.

After ten breaths,

Several fourth-rank powerhouses who felt the fluctuation of the Qi machine turned their heads to look at the lake.

Master Yurun couldn't help but look like he was facing a formidable enemy, and the peaceful monk Shuanghui couldn't help but show a bit of nervousness.

After another thirty or forty breaths,

Everyone present finally understood why these powerful people were staring at the lake.

I saw a middle-aged man with a sleeve embroidered with gold and wearing a sky-blue scholar's robe. He used Qinggong to float on the water and ran across the lake towards the crowd.

As soon as he landed together, the lake beneath his feet burst out with pure green and white Qi.

Even ordinary people with no cultivation level have heard the name of this true spirit in the scriptures.

Awesome.

Only those who practice the orthodox Confucian skills can nourish the powerful true energy in the Dantian.

It only took a few blinks,

The middle-aged man who came across the water came to the shore. After approaching quickly, he first smiled implicitly at Li Cheng:
"Sorry, I'm a little late."

Shaking his head slightly, Li Cheng replied in a deep voice with deep meaning:

"It's not too late, Uncle Jin, you came just in time."

After saying that, he slightly tilted his head and introduced Bai Ye and his wife:

"Uncle and aunt, this is the junior's fellow martial uncle and the dean of Jiangdu Academy, Jin Luo."

Several elders of the Xie family present must know Dean Jin Luojin.

As for why the other party is here now,
You might not have guessed it before, but after the dispute between Taoist Yurun and Monk Shuanghui, everyone knew it.

The other party is most likely here to fight for the identity of the main formation of Tianwen Formation.

can only say,
Even the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism are the most prominent in the world, and they are eager for the favor of the land gods.

What's more, he gained the favor of two land gods at once.

Who can resist double happiness?

After hearing the identity of the other party, Taoist Yurun couldn't help but feel a little sinking in his heart.

He suddenly realized that he had said a wrong sentence just now to target Monk Shuanghui.

I shouldn't mention that this Tianwen Formation was created by Master.

If we follow the logic of his words,

As the Master's direct disciple, don't you know more about the Tianwen Formation than a second-rate dealer like him?
In other words,
Yurun Taoist, he shot himself in the foot.

But who could have imagined that a third party would suddenly appear out of nowhere!

At the same time, his brain was spinning rapidly, and he had a countermeasure in an instant.

The current situation of these three pillars is just like Cao Cao's thief heading south with an army of 80.

Jin Luo is undoubtedly the thief Cao, he can be regarded as Sun Quan, while Shuang Hui can barely be regarded as the big-eared thief.

If he wants to draw water from a bamboo basket but come up with nothing, the only option is to grit his teeth and join forces with the bald donkey.

Thinking of this, he had to secretly sigh:

The author who wrote the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, which is popular all over the country, is really a great talent, but it is a pity that we have never met him.

And in this tense moment, even if the Confucian Dean comes, there is no need to say anything.

When Taoist Yurun was about to communicate with the old monk with his eyes,

Bai Ye was caught off guard and asked the strong man of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism bluntly:

"Three of you, please tell me, if you write the spell and cast it, how sure are you of success?"

After thinking for a moment, the old monk answered first and said truthfully:

"Less than ten percent."

Dean Jin, who looked elegant, followed closely and said:

"me too."

Feeling that everyone was looking at him, Taoist Yurun thought about his words and replied calmly:
"Nearly [-]%."

Li Cheng:......

This is clearly the art of language.

Obviously the answer is the same as the first two,
But Taoist Master Yurun's answer made people feel a bit more powerful.

learned learned.

After hearing the expected answer, Bai Ye's expression did not change, and he continued to ask:

"If three people work together to write the book, can we be [-]% sure?"

He knew that this was not a simple 1+1=2 problem, so he did not say he was [-]% sure.

But when the three of them heard this, they all fell silent for a moment.

After a few breaths,

The old monk Shuanghui sighed, then clasped his hands and explained truthfully:
"Sect Master Bai, if I and my two Taoist friends join forces, although it will be beneficial to the stability of the Tianwen Formation, the success rate is still less than [-]%.

Because the remaining [-]% is beyond human control and depends on God’s will. "

"That's right," Dean Jin took over the words like a compliment:
“Whether it is the Book of Changes from my Confucian school, the Purana Sutra from the Zen school, or the Taishang Miaojing from the Taoist school, they are essentially used to communicate between heaven and earth.

But the way of heaven is ruthless, and it is so difficult to impress the way of heaven. "

Taoist Yurun, who was standing next to the vermilion wooden platform, silently nodded in agreement.

After hearing these words, Li Cheng had some understanding of the principles of the formation.

In layman's terms, it can be understood that they want to send a WeChat message to Tiandao and borrow a little money to spend.

The Tianwen Formation is equivalent to a mobile phone, and the cinnabar pen as the core of the formation is equivalent to WiFi.

As for whether Tiandao will agree to borrow money, it depends almost entirely on the content they send.

Xie Yongxu, who also roughly understood the principle, couldn't help but ask quickly:

"Then there are no patterns to be found in the successful events of the past thousand years?"

As soon as these words came out, Yurun and the other three fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

After a while,
The old monk said in an ambiguous tone:

“If you say so, it’s not like there are no traces at all.

The Zen master Wu Tian who lived a hundred years ago obtained a ray of vitality from heaven and earth for his master with the help of a verse inspired by his feelings. "

Dean Jin, who was wearing a sky blue gown, pondered for a moment and then added:
"A sixty years ago, the Siye of Liangzhou Academy once wrote a poem with a cinnabar pen to express his filial piety to the world.

This was used to cleanse away the filthy air of the mother who was suffering from illness, so that the old man could die peacefully. "

What the two men said is an insignificant inside story between Confucianism and Zen Buddhism.

You can choose to tell outsiders, or you can choose not to tell.

Anyway, as long as they don't ask, they will never take the initiative to say it.

The two of them told Xie Yongxu so frankly, naturally they wanted to gain each other's trust.

Taoist Yurun, who thought about this in an instant, couldn't hide it any longer. He hesitated for a moment, and finally replied:
"When Junior Brother Jiang's beloved wife unfortunately passed away, he didn't have time to rush back to Fuzhao Mountain to see his brother and sister for the last time.

Then he stayed in front of the tomb for seven days and seven nights, using Xuan Jing to burn the [-]-word suicide note left by his siblings.

It's the night when the stars are shining brightly on Yufeng Peak. Junior Brother... he must have successfully operated the Tianwen Formation. "

Junior Brother Jiang in the name of Yurun Taoist is also the direct junior brother of the current Taoist leader——

The second-ranking figure in the Taoist sect, the master of Changning Temple, and the second-grade land master.

Jiang Qingxuan.

Everyone present was familiar with the name of the land gods, and no introduction was needed.

After listening to what the three people said,

Bai Ye couldn't think for a moment, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he was keenly aware of the commonality in the three people's words:
“So, if you really want to increase the success of the Tianwen Formation, the core lies in the content written with the cinnabar pen.

It must contain true feelings and be unique in the world, right? "

The three people being questioned thought for a moment, and then nodded slightly in unison.

The old monk turned his head and glanced at the cinnabar pen beside him, and said as if to himself:
"What Sect Leader Bai said may be right, but what I just said is just an isolated case of three sects, and there are countless more examples of failure.

What's more, at this moment, besides the Purana Sutra, I don't know what to write with this cinnabar pen. "

"Articles are made naturally, and skillful hands can get them by chance."

Dean Jin sighed and answered without thinking:

"According to my humble opinion, it doesn't matter if there is no teacher's gatha, Jiang Zhenren's deceased wife's suicide note, or my Confucian teacher's speech.

There should be a few words in it that vaguely echo the way of heaven, so there is a possibility of success.

However, this method is a deviant approach. It cannot be said to be a crooked way, but it is not the orthodoxy originally established by the Master. "

"Dean Jin's words are good," Taoist Yurun heard and couldn't help stroking his beard to express his agreement:

"Pindao can understand Sect Leader Bai's eager mood, but everything has its own laws, not to mention that this formation even involves unpredictable realms.

If the sect leader really chooses to find another way, unless the heavenly literary immortal descends to earth, how can he find a talented person who can write a shocking work..."

Between talking,

Taoist Yurun felt that his voice was becoming less and less confident.

Bai Mengyan, who had been hiding next to Li Cheng with her eyes lowered and silent, couldn't help but light up her peach blossom eyes.

The girl quietly raised her head, cheering herself up from the bottom of her heart, and then lightly opened her lips in a clear voice:
"When Immortal Wenqu descends to earth, isn't that just banishing the Immortal?"

Bai Mengyan's voice was very soft, but everyone present was stunned.

then,

All eyes by the Green Water Lake were directed towards Li Cheng, who was standing with his hands behind his back.

Yup!

Not to mention this mere place of Xie Mansion, even if we look at the whole world, there are very few people who can match Li Cheng's talents.

If we talk about who can write a work that shocks the world and weeps ghosts and gods, banishing the immortal is undoubtedly the number one.

With this in mind,
Xie Guanchao quickly turned to look at Li Cheng, with a hint of excitement in his voice:
"Xiaocheng, have you finished the memorial poem you mentioned last night for your third brother?"

Feeling the different gazes from all directions, Li Cheng nodded gently with a calm expression:

"This junior has indeed already drafted it. It is a seven-character quatrain."

As soon as this word comes out,
Xie Guanchao's eyes were full of excitement, and the whole place immediately became a bit uproar.

Seeing this, Xie Zhiyao, who was hidden in the crowd, couldn't help but want to open his mouth to instigate something.

But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back alive.

In front of him are not only land gods, but also Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism.

If you want to play tricks in front of these people, you can easily kill yourself.

He knew very well that the Xie family brothers and sisters did not have the good habit of respecting the elderly and caring for the young.

No outsiders are needed, Xie Guanchao alone is enough to break his old bones.

Bai Ye, who was shaped like a sword, once again looked at Li Cheng from a distance.

Compared with when they met in the courtyard of Cangjian House just now, the other party's eyes lost the gentleness of a gentleman.

What he touched at this moment was the sharp-edged spirit of a young man wearing bright clothes and an angry horse.

Seeing that her husband did not respond immediately, Xie Yongxu thought quickly and then said in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Since Cheng has a rough draft, why not read it out to your uncle?"

Before he finished speaking, three rapid vetoes sounded almost simultaneously:

"No!"

"no!"

"do not want!"

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