Dao Fruit

"Yes, the arrest of Confucian scholars has been going on for nearly half a month. All Confucian scholars who passed through this town were arrested and released soon after. But looking at this scene, although the people were released, their talents were And the knowledge was taken away! No wonder I said that I was the Jieyuan of Jiannan Dao, but I couldn't help but cause trouble!"

Qiu Yan thought of the information he got in the town, and felt the thoughts about pursuit, sustenance, hard work, perseverance and other emotions in the white jade paperweight, and his anger gradually rose.

These emotions come from each student's longing for the future. No matter what their quality is, they still have to work hard and endure several or more years of loneliness before they can accumulate knowledge. But right now, these emotions and thoughts are like rootless duckweeds. Same, slowly dissipating!

"Seizing knowledge and literary thoughts, there is no need for the soul monks to do this. This monk appeared here, but King Yan who was supposed to come was nowhere to be seen. The mastermind behind this should be very clear. He is just a royal prince who wants to seize the knowledge of the scholars. What? After these knowledge leaves its owner, it will condense into literary thoughts, insights, and memories. Absolutely absorbing it will only disturb one's own state of mind and memory, which is harmful and useless. "

Qiu Yan has already seen that the so-called seizing knowledge means stripping away the memory related to the classics and meanings, causing students to lose part of their memory, and at the same time taking away the literary spirit that they have cultivated over the years. In this way, the knowledge and learning derived from The sentiment will no longer exist, but reading books is a process of cultivating one's moral character. Simply plundering cannot improve one's state of mind.

"When the monk said that he wanted to take away the literary heart and talent, he did not mean the Taoist heart and the fist, but the insights brought by reading and experience. But the insights vary from person to person, how can we forcibly absorb them?"

The more he thought about it, the more absurd it seemed to Qiu Yan. He turned his eyes and passed through the window, falling deep into the mansion. Four bookshelves fell back. The sutra bookshelf was still shaking slightly, but it soon subsided.

Taking back the bookshelf, Qiu Yan pondered for a moment.

"This soul monk is just entering the third realm for the first time. He is not yet able to travel for a hundred days and possess thoughts to drive away objects. It can be used as research material to explore the characteristics of the soul monk."

There were already two souls in Qiu Yan's Sutra bookshelf, both of which were captured in the Land of Relics. One of them exploded directly when fighting Liang, impacting the opponent.

There is one left. But it is a ball of smoke, known as the Black Skeleton. When this monk fights Qiu Yan, he can control the tribesmen with his spiritual consciousness and become a Yin puppet.

However, in the Land of Relics, neither monks nor gods can be replenished. Black Skeleton is a third-level, third-level god, comparable to a fifth-level god. But after many years, it was consumed a lot, and it couldn't easily leave the body, so it was finally taken down by the god himself. It is sealed in the bookshelf of the Sutra Department, and is empowered and taught with scriptures every day.

But after all, his cultivation level is not low, and he has not been educated to this day, and he still remains on the bookshelf.

"This soul monk. The physical body must still be in the house. If I catch him, he will be discovered soon. Before that, I must figure out the cause of the matter. Then why did King Yan withdraw from other people's humanities! Knowledge is hard-won. , if possible, the property should be returned to its original owner.”

After the thought fell, Qiu Yan put the jade pendant back on his waist, raised his sleeves and flicked it. The energy and blood that filled the room dissipated, and the illusory birdcage disappeared, leaving only fragments of the tea cup and traces of water.

Then, he opened his palm, and a ball of flame fell from the roof, beating endlessly in his palm, and finally turned into a talisman, with the word "cage" vaguely visible.

"This magical talisman seal is much more powerful than the previous ones." As he said that, he took out a book from his arms and bound it with ink thread. As soon as the book was opened, the "cage" character seal was printed. One page.

After doing this, Qiu Yan put the book back in his arms, kicked off his feet, and rushed out like an arrow from a string. His strength was so fast, but because he had refined his central soul and had a subtle grasp of the strength, he did not leave any traces on the ground. No traces are left, all the energy is used, and no waste is seen.

As soon as he rushed, the people were like shadows, rushing past and going deep into the house. As if to make it easier for the Soul cultivator to take action, not many people were left around the main hall. This made it easier for Qiu Yan to do his work.

………………

In the dark room, a thin man named Zong Heng put down his pen and looked at the books and papers on the table, deep in thought, his brows furrowed.

Just now, he flew out of the earth soul to explore Qiu Yan's reality, and caught a hint of awkwardness from the changes in the other party's luck. However, Taoist Crow asked urgently, how could he dare to shirk it, but as soon as the thought went away, Zong Heng became more and more uneasy , and then the calculation was made.

His brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and tiny symbols flashed across Zong Heng's eyes, arranged in combination, and finally condensed into a column of words.

Suddenly, his eyebrows moved, showing a look of panic, and he exclaimed in a low voice: "No! I was fooled! That Qiu Yan used a layer of illusion disguise to deceive my perception! No wonder there is a deviation in the calculation!"

Before he finished speaking, Zong Heng stood up hurriedly and walked out: "Go and report first, otherwise..."

At this time, only a few breaths had passed before Taoist Crow took action, but before he could reach the door, the door was pushed open from the outside, and the sun shone in, sweeping away the darkness in the room.

"Huh?" Zong Heng was startled and had a warning sign. He glanced at the figure in front of the door with his peripheral vision. A large amount of information emerged in his soul, and then turned into inferences and transmitted to his limbs. He moved his feet and twisted his body. , the whole person lost his balance and fell sideways.

call!

A strong wind passed by where he originally stood, but Zong Heng had already fallen to the ground. He slapped the ground with his thin palms and rolled himself sideways to avoid a beam of energy.

"Eh?" A soft voice came from outside the door.

Snap!

The air beam hit the ground and stirred up a few pieces of gravel. Zong Heng took a deep breath and reached out to grab a chair beside him. The legs of the chair were connected to the ground, like a mechanism.

However, when his fingers were about to touch the legs of the chair, he felt a creepy feeling in his heart, and his whole body suddenly froze and became motionless.

A voice came from the door——

"Wise choices, quick judgments, and the determination to execute without hesitation are not the characteristics of a simple person. I don't know what to call him?"

Then, a young man wearing Confucian clothes stepped in.

Looking at this figure, Zong Heng's eyes suddenly widened, he swallowed hard, with an incredible expression on his face, and subconsciously called out the other person's name——

"Qiu Yan..."

He was ordered to use the earth spirit to explore the main hall and learned Qiu Yan's name in advance.

Looking at Zong Heng's expression, Qiu Yan shook his head and said coldly: "It's me. You are so surprised. You probably can't figure out why we and I were able to escape from the hands of the soul monks, right?"

Zong Heng's expression changed rapidly. When he saw Qiu Yan appear, he originally guessed that he had bypassed Taoist Crow and sneaked here. But after hearing this and looking at the other party's determined expression, he deduced in his mind and figured out what happened in an instant. .

With a wry smile, Zong Heng shook his head: "It seems that this time things were miscalculated. Since you entered the palace, no, you should have figured it out after seeing through Zhao Pi's details, right? I just wanted to kill the rabbit. Unexpectedly, I mistook the tiger for a rabbit.”

"Oh?" Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes, a strange look flashed in his eyes, "From your tone, it seems that you have deduced what happened."

"These things are not difficult to deduce. You deliberately misled me earlier and made me misjudge my cultivation. Once you understand this, it will not be difficult to calculate the causes and consequences."

"Did you calculate it?" Qiu Yan flicked his fingers, "You spy with the spirit of the earth, you can measure luck and feel the vibration of flesh and bones. If I hadn't interfered with my thoughts and pretended to be an illusion, you would have discovered the truth. And based on what you said, you should have figured out my disguise just now, what a skill! What is the basis of your earthly soul?"

Zong Heng stood up from the ground, straightened his clothes, and replied: "It's nothing, it's all the basics of "Zhushu". With a little research, you can deduce it."

"Zhushu?" Hearing these two words, Qiu Yan felt that they sounded familiar. The next moment, memories came out of the bookshelf of the Ministry of History, which made him suddenly realize, "It turns out that it is an arithmetic scripture left by a generation of mathematicians. The previous dynasty used it to It was included in the "Ten Books of Suan Jing" for study by the students of the Imperial Academy. However, because of the profound content, even the academic officials found it difficult to study it in depth, so it was finally discarded and ignored, and eventually lost. Why..."

His eyes fell on the desk not far away, and when he saw the book, he caught an unusual aura from it, and a sentence came to his mind -

A journey to seek the stars, the pace of energy will wax and wane!

"What a big statement! However, it is indeed mentioned in historical books that this book can calculate astronomy, observe the changes in the stars, push down the calendar, and clarify the solar terms and the four seasons. It is obscure and profound."

"I didn't expect that even today, there would be people who have heard the name of this book. No wonder you are well-informed and memorized. It is indeed true!"

Zong Heng took a few breaths, his face calmed down a lot, and he had a look of resignation in his eyes: "I have offended you, and I have to pay the price, but I have one request. I hope you will not take offense at this book, so that it can continue to be circulated. This book The content is extensive and contains great secrets. It can not only calculate the astronomical calendar, but also calculate the growth and decline of luck. If the secret is discovered, it can even explain the universe and all things in the world! "

"Oh? Can it contain humanity?" Qiu Yan's eyes changed when he looked at the book, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

Then, he calmed down his expression and said to Zong Heng: "Stealing people's cultural thoughts is the root of the hatred of destiny. Even if you are ordered to do so, you cannot easily get over it. There must be an explanation. Let's not talk about it. Let me ask you first. , Why does King Yan want to seize people's thoughts? Don't lie to me, it's meaningless. I can still find out if you don't tell me, it just takes a little effort." The threat in his words was clear.

Zong Heng was also sensible. He knew very well that if he didn't tell anyone, there were still insiders in the house. If they couldn't escape Qiu Yan's soul-searching methods, they would eventually be exposed, so he said in a clear voice: "The prince seizes the humanities." Thinking about it, it will be the discussion on Xingtan in the near future."

Qiu Yan's heart was moved, but his face remained calm: "Oh? Xingtan forum? What does it have to do with other people's literary thoughts?"

"You don't know?" Zong Heng glanced at Qiu Yan with a surprised look on his face, "Xingtan talks about Taoism, and the soul enters the scholarly forest. If you don't have enough literary thoughts to suppress yourself, you will inevitably get lost in it and sink forever!" (To be continued! Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!

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