Starting from crossing the Fengshen

Chapter 247 The way of heaven is not enough

Refining the will of the Champion, what Yin Qi wants to get most is the secret about the Immortal God King, because the Champion is the chess piece of the Immortal God King, but from the current point of view, even the Champion himself may not know about this matter.

He thought he was the protagonist, and that his soul had traveled from the highly developed world of cultivation to this backward world.

Invisibly, he had a sense of superiority.

"Yin Qi, how dare you, a beast like you, refine me, you will definitely die a bad death!"

The champion's will issued a desperate curse before dissipating.

Soon, the screaming stopped.

Yin Qi waved his hand and placed the Heavenly Pillar Divine Fetus into the Thunder Pond. It was nourished by the Thunder Pond to help the Divine Fetus completely transform. However, before that, the Bagua Taoist had already poured his will into the Tianzhu Divine Fetus.

As long as the Tianzhu Divine Fetus is born, the Bagua Taoist will have the body of a human and immortal.

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hundreds of miles away.

The champion suddenly widened his eyes and roared in the direction of Yujing City: "Yin Qi, I will kill you!"

He had just sensed that the martial arts will he had left in the Tianzhu Divine Embryo had been forcibly erased.

Thinking of losing the divine fetus of Tianzhu, his heart felt like a knife.

The hatred towards Yin Qi has been accumulated to such an extreme that even water from all over the world can be used to wash it away.

call out!

At this time, the void opened.

Hong Xuanji, wearing Emperor Tianshi Dragon Armor, walked out.

The champion's pupils shrank, he became vigilant, and said sternly: "Hong Xuanji, what are you looking for?"

Hong Xuanji looked at the champion, and after a long time he slowly shook his head and said, "Champion, look at your appearance now. How is it different from a lost dog?"

The champion was so angry that he gritted his teeth and said, "Hong Xuanji can't defeat Yin Qi, so why can't I do anything to you? Get out of here, don't force me."

The Panhuang Sword has left. If he takes action against Hong Xuanji, he will inevitably harm himself again.

Hong Xuanji looked sternly and asked, "Do you want to take revenge?"

The champion was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"I said do you want revenge?"

"Of course I do. Are you willing to help me? If you were willing to help me, why didn't you take action before?"

"The previous was the previous, and the present is the present."

As he spoke, Hong Xuanji took out a book from his arms, threw it to the champion, and said, "This is the secret art "The Wheel of Life and Death" that I created. It has more than four hundred acupoints."

""The Wheel of Life and Death"!"

The champion was shocked, of course he knew this secret skill.

Especially the more than [-] acupoints made him surprised and happy, and he was even more certain that he was the destined protagonist.

The more frustrated you are, the more courageous you become, and there will be adventure after every setback.

Hong Xuanji continued: "Although the Panhuang Sword can automatically protect its master, if you want to use its full combat power, you have to erase the spirituality in it. If you are willing, I can help you."

"it is good!"

Champion Hou's eyes lit up and he agreed without thinking.

He has long been unhappy with Panhuang Sword and Sword Spirit. No matter how powerful a dog is, if it is disobedient, there is no need to keep it.

.........

Time flies, and the test is finally here.

The sky was slightly bright, and there was already a sea of ​​people in front of Gongyuan.

There were not only candidates taking the examination, but also relatives or servants of the candidates, who gathered in groups. Among them, the most eye-catching ones were undoubtedly the great Confucians from hundreds of schools of thought.

There were ninety-nine of these great scholars, and each of them brought many disciples and servants, totaling four to five hundred people.

As the bell rang, people entered the examination room one after another.

This examination was so special that hundreds of famous scholars came. In order to avoid making these scholars feel insulted by the body search, Emperor Qian specifically ordered that these scholars could directly enter the examination room.

Just like Xie Wenyuan, one hundred and three years old, he was already famous throughout the world during the previous dynasty.

He came to take the exam because he looked up to Emperor Qian.

If you still ask soldiers to search you now, there is nothing wrong with the procedure, but it will give people a feeling of arrogance.

Of course, Yin Qi also enjoyed this treatment.    …

Compared with the time of the rural examination, the dormitory of Gongyuan has been overhauled this time and is very clean and tidy.

After all, there are too many great scholars here, and the court also wants to save face.

Yin Qi found his dormitory, put away his things, and closed his eyes to rest.

It didn't take long for the test papers to be handed out by the yamen servants in each room.

Yin Qi took a look and saw that there were only two words: Confucius said.

"Confucius said?"

Yin Qi frowned slightly, this topic was too broad.

It's like there are no restrictions, just let people do whatever they want.

The advantage is that as long as it is written, there is no problem of going off topic.

But the shortcomings are also obvious, and it is not easy to stand out.

When Yin Qi recalled the original work, Hong Yi's interpretation seemed to be: "The Master said: An ordinary man can be a teacher for hundreds of generations, and a single word can teach the world." ’

Because of this article, Hong Yi caused hundreds of saints to sing in unison.

Of course he didn't bother to make the same breakthrough as Hong Yi, but he also wanted to inspire hundreds of saints to sing together. When the "Book of Changes" is announced, he can naturally confirm his position as the 'last son'.

Of the hundreds of schools of thought, there were only ninety-nine in the Middle Ages, and we were still short of the last one.

Yin Qi's eyes were deep, and the fire of wisdom was shining in them.

After a long time, he picked up the brush, dipped it in ink and waved it, and soon wrote the title: The Master said: The way of heaven is not enough, my words can be used as law.

A majestic energy jumped out on the paper.

In an instant, every word burst out and shined brightly.

In terms of solving the problem, he is similar to Hong Yi, but more majestic.

Hong Yi solves the problem and delimits it to people.

But he covers the ways of heaven and humanity.

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Exam room.

The examiners sat meticulously, not as relaxed as before.

In the past, they were the chief examiners in the imperial examinations. They were superior and controlled the fate of all candidates.

But this time, there were too many great scholars, and there were even peak immortals like Yin Qi.

Not to mention them, even Emperor Qian had to be polite when he saw it, so they didn't dare to slack off at all, for fear that something would go wrong and the court would laugh.

"Dragon and snake are lurking in this exam. I just hope nothing goes wrong."

Everyone murmured in their hearts and looked at Hong Xuanji, who was sitting in the examiner's seat. He was the examiner for this examination, and only he, a human being, could control this examination.

Hong Xuanji sat upright, closed his eyes and rested, motionless.

Even though the examiners in the thirty-sixth room below were talking about it, he seemed to turn a deaf ear to it, and he looked somewhat similar to the statues of various disciples in the temple directly opposite.

Li Shenguang, the cabinet minister and the Minister of Rites, coughed lightly, cupped his hands and said: "Colleagues, as examiners, we seek talents for the country and decide the fate of the candidates. Especially this time, we must not be careless when determining the quality of articles.

You are all well-educated people who have cultivated your spirit through reading. You should be able to listen to what others can and cannot hear, and see what others cannot and cannot see.

How about we go out together and take a look at the profound writing spirit of all the candidates? "

Hong Xuanji remained silent, as if he was asleep.

The examiner in the first room smiled and said: "Mr. Li, how should we view the spirit of this article? Although we know that the ancient saints wrote every word with pearls on the paper, and the article shined brightly, every word floated in the sky, and the heaven and earth were bright. But this Only ghosts and gods can see. We are not ghosts and gods, and we are mortals, so how can we see it with our naked eyes?"

Li Shenguang chuckled and said: "Otherwise, writing is like martial arts. Every move in martial arts has momentum, and so does writing.

The virtue of writing is integrated with spirit and spirit, and it also makes sense, which is even better than martial arts.

If it is an article by a sage, the heaven and earth will be filled with awe-inspiring righteousness.

After we, the scholars, get rid of distracting thoughts, we focus on our eyes. Although we cannot see it, we feel it in our hearts.

You are all well-read, so you don’t know how to get rid of distracting thoughts. "

All the examiners were excited and said: "Master Li is right, let's go out and see the spirit of these candidates' articles. Especially the great Confucian scholars from hundreds of schools of thought. Their family background must be extraordinary.

(End of this chapter)