Dao Fruit

"I didn't expect that something like this would happen. King Yan and the two masters were obviously given a spell, which triggered their thoughts! Who is this person? He can subtly influence and interfere with the behavior of others with the charm of his words. !”

Qiu Yan squinted his eyes, suppressed the light in his eyes, and settled this sense of charm into his soul. The four bookshelves rotated, and finally the Zibu bookshelf flew out!

"What?"

Qiu Yan was shocked by this change. Although the Earth Soul Bookshelf was condensed by him, it followed the spirit of literature and thought and coincided with the laws of human nature, so it could become the foundation of supernatural powers. Among them, the role of the Zibu bookshelf is to record the spirit of the sages.

"Is this charm related to saints?"

In Qiu Yan's surprise, an extremely mutilated book slip took shape on the bookshelf. It was actually just one page with a few words missing. Even the name was unclear, but Qiu Yan captured a ray of spirit from it——

Law! Technique! Potential!

"Fa? Technique? Power?"

Feeling this spirit, Qiu Yan's memory flowed, and the corresponding records came from the bookshelf of the History Department. He couldn't help but take a breath, knowing that this "fa" did not refer to Taoism, nor did it refer to "skills". The "power" of spells and Taoism has nothing to do with martial arts momentum, but is a higher-level skill used to master the world of society and balance the relationships between officials and people.

"This statement is the essence of Legalism! Could it be that the person who took action just now is a member of Legalism?" Qiu Yan's face was a little uncertain.

Since ancient times, in this land of the Central Plains, Confucianism has been prominent, while Legalism has been hidden. Confucianism is yang and Legalism is yin, and Confucianism and Legalism go hand in hand in the court. Legalism has never disappeared, and has even become indistinguishable from Confucianism. But what is happening in front of us The situation made Qiu Yan doubtful.

"Is this Prince Yan really just a puppet?"

Looking across King Yan, Qiu Yan shook his head, knowing that with the little information at hand. I couldn't deduce much information, but then another thought came to my mind——

"If the scholar who has mastered the art of crafting gets this information, I wonder what he can calculate..."

Then he shook his head and felt a trace of regret: "That "Shu Shu" is not the original. It does not contain the spirit of the author. Instead, it has laid several logical traps in it. Otherwise, it can absorb the soul of the earth and increase accumulation."

While talking to Zong Heng, Qiu Yan blocked the other party's magical power and looked at the secret book of "Zhu Shu" from afar. He once tried to pull her with his senses, but when his heart moved, Tianhun trembled slightly, knowing that the content in the book would affect his future. After thinking deeply, he realized that Zong Heng had tampered with the book, so he gave up.

Thinking about it, this person has inherited the art of calculating sutras, although he can't win people's hearts. But it can be used to predict fortune. It would be strange if there was no backup plan.

Thinking of this, Qiu Yan looked at King Yan who was standing still: "A scholar. He knows how to lay out a back-up plan, but this King Yan is too trustworthy and steals literary ideas, but the situation is not secret. I use the breath-holding talisman to seal I didn't encounter any guards all the way into the mansion. As a prince, this Prince Yan was too negligent."

As he thought about it, his thoughts changed, and the earth soul waves radiated out and continued to interfere with King Yan's dream.

This illusion was not fabricated by Qiu Yan out of thin air, but constructed by mobilizing King Yan's memory. Qiu Yan's power only promoted the dreams and illusions to develop on their own. In this way, a lot of information could be obtained from it.

In just a few breaths of time in the outside world, more than a month has passed in King Yan's fantasy world, and it is approaching the period of Xingtan Forum.

"What we have to do now is to guide King Yan to release the literary thoughts accumulated around the white jade paperweight and return them to their original owners! No matter how helpful these literary thoughts are to the Xingtan Forum, we cannot use this method to take advantage of others! Otherwise, don't do it. Talking about the Tao can’t even talk about being a human being!”

As Qiu Yan thought about it, he changed his mind and guided him, causing King Yan's dream to change rapidly, creating an illusion for him to activate the paperweight.

Things developed smoothly, and not long after, King Yan made a move, but instead of using magical powers, he relied on the jade basin on the bookshelf to start the ceremony. Using the jade basin as a medium, he let his thoughts seep into the inside and outside of the paperweight, shaking his thoughts.

This shock was deliberately guided by Qiu Yan, captured in his heart, and quickly analyzed.

However, as soon as King Yan in the illusion made a move, he suddenly trembled all over, and then with a "bang", the entire environment suddenly exploded!

"ah!"

With a scream, King Yan's eyes widened suddenly, and he actually broke out of the illusion!

"Huh?" Qiu Yan was also surprised by this, but before he came back to his senses, a sudden change occurred on his body——

shock!

There was a shock in the sleeve, and the paperweight started struggling again!

"Um?"

Here it is!

There was a sound of cracking silk, and a hole opened in Qiu Yan's sleeve. He was freed by the paperweight and was about to fly through the air!

Qiu Yan's expression changed. He raised his hand and grabbed it. Qi and blood spurted out of his hand, burning like fire!

boom!

A huge force erupted from the paperweight! Shengsheng withstood Qiu Yan's power of refining the six souls!

"Could it be that this paperweight is not the property of King Yan, but..."

As soon as his thoughts changed, Qiu Yan's soul began to flow, and the words of the scriptures surged out, wrapping the paperweight, trying to pull and imprison him. However, the same words and ideas exploded on the paperweight, shaking the surroundings, and actually canceled out the meaning of the scriptures and collapsed!

Vaguely, Qiu Yan could see several Confucian scholars debating quarrelsomely around the paperweight.

"What a Wenzong paperweight, you really can't take it lightly!" Qiu Yan's eyes flashed, and the soul moved again. This time, it flew out of the Zibu bookshelf and released two volumes of sage manuscripts!

The blue is better than the blue!

The right time, right place and right people!

Two volumes of sage writings fell, and the spiritual realm in them roared out, causing the white jade paperweight to stop in the air and shake violently.

Qiu Yan seized the opportunity, raised his hand and shot out a little stove fire!

The stove fire fell on the paperweight, burning and refining!

The white jade paperweight crackled immediately!

But Qiu Yan did not stop, he opened his mouth and sprayed out the martial arts will brewing in his heart!

The will was like flowing water, penetrating into the literary thoughts lingering around the paperweight, advancing and deepening little by little! There was a tendency to penetrate all the literary thoughts and separate them from the paperweight.

This technique was not created by Qiu Yan himself, but was summarized through the illusion of King Yan.

"Using martial arts will to replace the jade basin is not perfect after all. No matter how firm my will is, even if it is as solid as a rock, it cannot last forever. After a long time. I have to rest. It will take a long time to strip away all the literary thoughts. Well, if possible, it might as well..."

Qiu Yan was still thinking, but his thoughts were interrupted by a sharp shout!

After Prince Yan calmed down, he stared at Qiu Yan with a surprised and unexpected expression: "Qiu Yan? When did you come in? What's going on with them?"

While speaking, the prince saw the people standing still around him. His heart skipped a beat.

Qiu Yan ignored Prince Yan's rebuke, stretched out his hand and grabbed the white jade paperweight that was suspended in the air, and put it back with his sleeves.

"Wenzong paperweight?" Seeing this scene, Prince Yan's eyes widened, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, he jumped up and was about to snatch it. "How could it be in your hands?"

After hearing this, Qiu Yan turned his head to look at Prince Yan, and a little cold light flashed in his eyes, making the other party cold from head to toe. Prince Yan's heart trembled, and he stopped, and then he recalled the previous and subsequent events, with an ugly face.

"You... Could it be..." He realized it. This scholar, who he regarded as a piece of meat on the chopping board, was not as simple as he thought, at this moment. The masters and status that he relied on seemed to have become meaningless.

So close, everyone is an enemy!

What about a prince?

Just as he was panicking, Qiu Yan took a step and walked towards King Yan. Along the way, he passed by two life-cultivation masters. Suddenly, he made a lightning move, and his palms were like butterflies flying through flowers, slapping the two people's hearts, abdomens, and spines in turn.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

With a few crisp sounds, the muscles of the two masters swelled violently, and then shrank. The soul shadows inside were directly shattered by Qiu Yan through the blood, flesh and skin membrane!

Snap! Snap!

In the blink of an eye, the two fell to the ground, their hands and feet trembling, and screaming. It was obvious that they had come back to their senses from the illusion, but they had to face the reality that their kung fu was completely useless, and their bodies and minds were severely damaged at the same time.

This scene not only made King Yan's heart beat wildly, but also Hu Qi and Dai Guo trembled faintly. Through the connection of Qi, they had already seen that the two masters who rushed in were better than themselves in terms of cultivation, and at least refined four souls.

Such a person was destroyed by Qiu Yan in the blink of an eye!

"What are you going to do!"

Unlike Hu and Dai, the equally shocked King Yan calmed down. Seeing Qiu Yan coming, he said in a deep voice: "I am a descendant of the Dari Dragon, connected with the dragon energy. You are a scholar, and you are a Jieyuan. You should want to make a difference in the imperial examination, but if you make things difficult for me and create cause and effect, it is very likely that your previous efforts will fail!"

He knew some of the mysteries of cause and effect and luck, so he brought them out at this time to persuade Qiu Yan.

Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a cold voice: "If I had come to you out of nothing, of course, it would be a cause and effect, but now you have provoked me first, trying to take away my knowledge and literary thinking, and even cut off the fortune of many Confucian scholars, which is a great crime!"

"Even if I am guilty! There are also national laws to take away!" King Yan forced himself to remain calm and bit the word "national". "You are well aware of the law. You should know that the royal family is managed by the clan office, and it is not the turn of outsiders to interfere! You dare to kill me, which is a provocation to the Great Rui True Dragon!"

"Oh? But when did I say I wanted to hurt your life? The way of cause and effect is give and take, I am here to repay your cause and effect! In this world, destroying life is not the most vicious means, but cutting off the future is!"

As he said, Qiu Yan came in front of King Yan, raised his hand and smashed the white jade paperweight on King Yan's head!

"Ah!" Prince Yan screamed, his skin torn and flesh exposed. He covered his forehead and fell backwards, but Qiu Yan was still not satisfied. He raised his hand and smashed it down again and again, blood splattered everywhere. The face of a good prince was full of blood, and there was a sound of bone cracking, and his cheeks were slightly sunken.

At the same time, the white jade paperweight extracted bits and pieces of memory from Prince Yan's head bit by bit.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from outside the door-

"Your Majesty, Zhen Zhizuo from Lizong Academy wants to see you, please... Hmm? What's going on? What are you doing!?"

In the exclamation, Gong Yangyi forgot everything else and hurried in, about to pull Qiu Yan's sleeve.

Qiu Yan glanced at him: "You came at the right time, helping the tyrant, you must also be punished!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!