Prehistoric Rebellion

Chapter 143: Primordial God of the Purple Mansion (2)
Liu Lin looked enviously at Feng Wubing's leaving figure, this little junior is really a free and easy person!The days of the gods are nothing more than the same.However, no one in the entire Qingyuan faction cared about him, because of his existence, the Qingyuan faction was able to survive, and because of him, the Qingyuan faction would usher in an opportunity for great prosperity!

Just glanced at the obviously much bigger Qingyuan Hall, Liu Lin's face suddenly collapsed again, he scratched his head in distress, stared fiercely at the broom in his hand, imagining himself as a generation of masters, in the hall When he waved it, countless dust was stirred up, his face flushed and he coughed endlessly!

Flying away, Feng Wubing glanced back, and suddenly burst out laughing, his figure turned into a blue light, and he didn't know where it went!

"Since ancient times, the world's culture has come out of Yunzhou" refers to the Yunzhou of the Great Qin Empire. This place is a place where the world's literary stars gather. Here, the literary style is flourishing, and there are countless talented scholars. Most of the world's civil servants come from this place. It can be said that the world's There is no doubt that most of the power is in the hands of Yunzhou people!

Every year, the third day of March is an important day in Yunzhou. On this day, there is an annual literary fair, and scholars from all over the world, whether famous or unknown, gather here to share the grand event.Therefore, every year, sensational masterpieces flow out from here, and some people become famous in one day, and spread all over the country in ten days. Soliciting, getting rich overnight is not a lie!
On the second day of March, the wind was sunny and the sky was brimming with white clouds floating lazily. Compete with each other.

This has been the case in Yunzhou since ancient times, and the prosperity of the style of writing is really a strange thing.However, there was a young man in a moon-white Taoist robe, a purple-gold crown on his head, and cloud boots watching this scene in shock.After a long time, he took a deep breath and murmured to himself: "With such a long spiritual vein, it's no wonder that countless literati can be bred, but why didn't monks come here to snatch it? Could there be some reason for this? "

Feng Wubing frowned, and with his blue eyes, he could clearly see the surging aura above Yunzhou City, like a giant pillar piercing the sky, a wave of righteousness rushed down, billowing like a tide, countless The spiritual remembrance shines with a frightening brilliance on the spiritual veins, and there are pieces of moral chapters floating on the spiritual veins. Just by looking at it, the truth of life blooms with brilliant brilliance, and a ray of light falls on the Above his primordial spirit.

Feng Wubing was shaken all over. He closed his eyes and sat upright. In fact, he was looking inside the Zifu. The primordial spirit bloomed with light and divine brilliance. A sense of enlightenment surged into his heart. Dina Yimu Qingqi condensed under the feet to form a phantom of a ninth-grade lotus platform, and then the primordial spirit sat cross-legged on the lotus platform, and spit out the famous words of life, countless auras surged in, and the primordial spirit continued to grow , the whole body is radiant, a hundred flowers are blooming under the lotus platform, and the vitality is coming out of the body, making the literati in the restaurant groan comfortably, only feeling that the whole person is refreshed and full of energy!

The aura dissipated, and Feng Wubing opened his eyes in surprise. This is really a holy land of cultivation. In just a short moment, not only the realm has been improved, but also the magic power has become much stronger. It seems that only he has discovered it, and other monks have not. What exactly is going on?

A deep doubt always sinks in the bottom of Feng Wubing's heart, lingering for a long time!
"Brother Yuanyou, you are here. We have waited for a long time, so we should punish ourselves with three cups!" The sudden cry interrupted Feng Wubing's contemplation.

Feng Wubing followed the source of the sound, his eyes lit up, and he saw a handsome young master Zhuo Shijia, who was dressed in white with his hair tied up, with a jade pendant hanging on his waist, and a folding fan in his hand, came with a entourage smiling, facing a table The few literati clasped their fists and smiled apologetically: "It's my brother's fault that I'm tired of waiting for so long. I punish myself with three glasses of apology!"

"Okay!" Amidst the applause, the young man in white was ushered into the seat, and chatted happily with them. During the period, he was full of witty remarks, quoted scriptures, and was full of talent and learning, which made the literati at the same table applaud endlessly. They invited them to persuade him to drink. Those who did not refuse, calmly dealt with them one by one, quite the style of a celebrity.

Occasionally, the young man in white would smile and nod when he met Feng Wubing's eyes. He was gentle, refined and courteous.

Although Feng Wubing was drinking, he never took his eyes off the young man in white. He focused his scrutinizing eyes on him, and he didn't feel any embarrassment at all.

Nodding his head, Feng Wubing got up and walked towards them holding the wine glass, which immediately caught the attention of everyone in the restaurant, who also saw him over there, and everyone stood up and looked at him with some doubts, but there was no impoliteness in it. They are gentle and kind people.

Feng Wubing pointed to the young man in white, then pointed to his own empty wine glass, just staring at the young man in white silently.

The young man in white smiled at the corner of his mouth, and brought up a pot of wine to help Feng Wubing fill it up himself, Feng Wubing drank it dry, nodded in satisfaction to the young man in white and said: "Since I have drunk your teacher's wine, from now on you He is my apprentice!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was stunned!

Everyone stared at Feng Wubing in disbelief, wanting to see if he was a lunatic, or if he was drunk and talking nonsense!

The young man in white was also slightly taken aback, then smiled and said: "This brother is just joking."

Feng Wubing snorted coldly: "Could it be that you think I can't be your master?"

The young man in white had a wry smile on his face. It seemed that he didn't expect a good day when he went out today. To meet such a wonderful person, even with his calmness, he couldn't help but feel a little bit at a loss. This person is too domineering!

"This brother, please be polite. Brother Yuanyou has a distinguished family background. He has been knowledgeable about the past and the present since he was a child. To be brother Yuanyou's teacher?" A literati who was at the same table with the young man in white asked Feng Wubing, but he was still very polite, so that people couldn't bear the slightest resentment.

Feng Wubing praised in his heart, this strange spiritual vein is really miraculous, it has actually created the cultural prosperity of Yunzhou, a literati who knows how to bring strength with softness, it is really extraordinary.Under the suspicious or sneering eyes of everyone in the restaurant, he smiled proudly, looked at the young man in white and said loudly: "If you worship me as your teacher, I can pass on the chapters of the Dao to you, teach you the art of longevity, and teach you the art of longevity." Do you dare to learn the supernatural power of flying into the sky and escaping from the ground?"

The booming sound resounded throughout the restaurant, the restaurant immediately fell silent, a moment later there was a burst of laughter, and then the whole restaurant burst into laughter, even the person who had just questioned Feng Wubing couldn't help laughing.

The young man in white showed embarrassment, shook his head helplessly, sat down, and didn't care about Feng Wuyi anymore.

Feng Wubing didn't care, just shook his head and sighed: "Forget it, people in the world are ignorant, ignorant, and don't know the way, so I should go. It's just that I can't imagine when the children of Xuanming Feng's family will fall into the mortal world, don't know the way of cultivation, and struggle day and night In the rolling world of mortals!" With a sigh, the person had gone away and gradually lost his figure, but the last sentence rang in the ears of the young man in white, and he was stunned, only the "Xuanming Fengjia" four This word is firmly engraved in my mind, lingering for a long time.

"What? Are you really sure that person is talking about 'Xuanming Fengjia'?" In a mansion, a gentle and elegant middle-aged man suddenly got up, grabbed the young man in white by the shoulder and asked tremblingly.

The young man in white nodded repeatedly and replied: "Father, this is true. My child has heard it with his own ears. Many people in the restaurant can testify that it is absolutely true!"

The middle-aged man got excited, and while pulling the young man in white to go out, he said, "Quick, let's go find that man, can you find out where he lives?"

The young man in white clothes replied helplessly: "My boy hurriedly chased after him at that time, but he walked too fast and couldn't catch up. Later, he used his family relationship to find out that he lived in a restaurant, and my boy hurriedly chased after him." In the past, I saw that the room was empty, leaving only this note." He said and handed the note to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man quickly took a look at the note, but saw a line of words on it: "The blue sky and the high sun shine on everything, there are people in the depths of the white clouds, the bottom of the pool is glistening, and the lotus flowers are blooming."

The young man in white saw the puzzlement of the middle-aged man, and said helplessly: "I don't know much about it, I don't understand what it means, I really don't know what that man wants to say?"

The middle-aged man looked up at the young man in white, and walked back and forth holding the note, restless.

The young man in white couldn't bear it, and hurriedly persuaded him: "Father, forget it, and don't think too much, be careful to strain your mind."

"Bastard!" The middle-aged man suddenly changed color, glared at the young man in white and roared: "Do you know that this is a big event for our family, how can I not be in a hurry, for 200 years, we have taken root here, but we I will never be able to see your great grandfather's entrustment before he died. If one day I can receive news from Xuan Mingfeng's family, I must not miss it. No matter how much it costs, I will never forget him. His entrustment to our descendants!"

The young man in white hurriedly lowered his head and admitted his mistake: "It's my boy's mistake. My boy shouldn't have made fun of that person, let alone disrespected him. It's just that it's too late to say anything now!"

Seeing his annoyed expression, the middle-aged man calmed down his anger a little, and comforted him: "This is none of your business, who would have thought of it? You have done a good job!"

At this moment, a lady in gorgeous clothes came slowly, with a kind smile on her face.

The young man in white hurriedly went up to meet him, and bowed to greet him: "Mother, you are not resting in the backyard, why did you come out?"

The woman stroked the cheek of the young man in white, and said with a smile: "Mother is here to tell you two, tomorrow is the day when the grand event in the literary world begins, and this Yunzhou will be noisy for a while. Mother always likes to be quiet. I can't stand the noise, so tomorrow I'm planning to live in the Baiyun Temple in Qingyangling, thirty miles away, for a few days, and come back after the grand event is over."

"Wait, what did you just say? Qingyang Ridge? Baiyun Temple?" The middle-aged man suddenly became agitated again. He opened the note again, read it carefully, and his expression became excited, and finally he shouted: " That’s right, it’s the Baiyun Temple in Qingyangling, it must be there, that person must be there, madam, I’ll go with you as my husband tomorrow. No, no, let’s go now, let’s go now, if that person is in a hurry What if you leave suddenly?"

The middle-aged man left as soon as he said he wanted to, and before he had time to tell his family to pack up the things, he called for a carriage, and he and his son each rode a horse and galloped towards Qingyangling outside the city.

On Qingyang Ridge, Feng Wubing withdrew his divine thoughts, smiled satisfied, and said to himself: "I'll come to take you as an apprentice, you don't agree, now you have to do it yourself, hahahaha!"

Looking into a magnificent temple, his eyes were full of hesitation: "There is a faint energy hidden in this temple, but it makes me feel very familiar. What is it? This place is from Yunzhou It's very close, is it related to that magical spirit vein?"

After thinking about it for a while, Feng Wubing decided not to move for the time being, but to meditate on the spot and practice: "We will talk about everything after tomorrow, and the temple can't escape here, so it won't be too late to visit later."

The night passed, and when the sun was rising, the middle-aged man hurried out of the Baiyun Temple with the young man in white. Last night, he had asked the abbot of the temple. There is a blue wave pool on Qingyang Ridge. The water in the pool is crystal clear all year round. There are lotus flowers blooming on it, which is a wonder on Qingyangling.

The middle-aged man was excited all night, and finally matched the number written on the note. Finally, at dawn, he dragged his son out of the door in a hurry, and rushed to the direction directed by the host. The clothes were also torn and had a few scratches, but the two of them didn't take it seriously at all. When they were out of breath, they suddenly heard a burst of fragrance, and the two of them were shocked. When they looked far away, they saw blossoming pink lotus flowers It is in full bloom on a sparkling clear pool, full of vitality!
"It's finally here!" The middle-aged man was excited, he raised his eyes and looked around for a long time but there was no one, he was inevitably a little disappointed, he bowed to the surroundings, and said in a loud voice: "Feng Wuyan came here with his dog to meet the master, I would also like to ask an expert to give it to me, I am grateful without words!"

After four beeps, there was still no response. When he was about to despair, a sigh came from the top of his head: "I was already on top of you, but you turned a blind eye to it, what a pity!"

The hearts of the two trembled, and when they heard the reputation, they saw Feng Wubing sitting cross-legged on the void, his expression indifferent, his Taoist robes fluttering like a fairy!

Feng Yuanyou stared dumbfounded at Feng Wubing with an inexplicable smile on his face. Recalling what he said in the restaurant yesterday, his eyes gradually brightened, and he hurriedly saluted Feng Wubing: "Yesterday, my junior, Meng Lang, offended the sages." , I am deeply afraid and uneasy. I come to apologize today, and I ask the sages to forgive me!"

"You have a clever mouth, and you are quite good at talking. It's just that the chance has passed, so it's useless!" Feng Wubing sighed.

Feng Yuanyou's face darkened, knowing that he missed the opportunity yesterday, but he didn't dare to contradict Feng Wubing.

Feng Wuyan at the side became anxious now, he hurriedly pulled his son to kneel down and bowed repeatedly: "Immortal Elder, I'm the one who neglected you. Please think about it again!" He kowtowed repeatedly.

Feng Wubing saw that he was bleeding even on his forehead, he waved his hands and sent out a gentle force to help the two of them up, and said solemnly to Feng Tianyou: "The fairy road is rough and difficult to find slowly. The purpose of embarrassing your father and son today is to let you know , the opportunity is rare, don’t miss the opportunity. You lost one yesterday, and you came here after a day and a night of hard work. However, the real road of cultivation is as difficult and dangerous as a moat, like walking on thin ice. I feel your father’s desire for your son to become a dragon, so I temporarily accept it. You are a registered disciple, you can follow me back to the mountain tomorrow, and you will pass on your cultivation method. After this incident, you must remember that heaven rewards hard work, don't be lazy!"

The two were very excited when they heard the words, and hurriedly bowed down to Feng Wubing again, Feng Tianyou said with firmness, "Disciple must remember Master's lesson, dare not forget!"

Feng Wubing nodded, and finally got down, seeing the two of them bursting into laughter with indescribable joy!
(End of this chapter)