Dao Fruit

"So that's it. This article on the table is actually Qiu Sheng summarizing his own thoughts, sorting out his thoughts, and then elaborating and explaining them to us old guys..."

It didn't take long for Zhou Dongyi, Han Yi, Mr. Xiao Chen and others to surround the table.

Several old people had different identities. Even Pang Chu and Xu Shi could only stand aside, not to mention the Confucian scholars gathered in the hall. They all stayed far away, respectfully, and only had a pair of eyes. Still staring at the table, there was a trace of longing in his eyes, but he didn't dare to show it on his face.

Zhou Dongyi and others looked at the table. Xu Shi and others were slightly farther away and could see clearly. Suddenly, they heard Xu Shidao: "This Qiu Yan has such literary talent, but he went to learn supernatural powers. It's a pity."

"Oh?" Pang Chu laughed, "It's really not easy. To hear such words from such a rigid guy like you, it seems that this Mr. Qiu is really not easy."

Xu Shi ignored him.

Pang Chu didn't care and continued: "However, it is not a problem after cultivating magical powers. As long as you have great perseverance and perseverance, you can still return to the path of humanity."

This sentence made Xu Shi shake his head: "How can it be so simple to break and stand again? After trying the power of immortality and extraordinary power, how many people can be so cruel as to cut off this person's path to heaven?"

Pang Chu shook his head and did not answer.

The two of them spoke not loudly, and there were no people with advanced cultivation around them, so the news did not spread, and the Confucian scholars in the hall did not notice it.

Of course, several other great scholars and gentlemen nearby heard clearly.

However, the words Qiu Yan left on the table already contained the charm of blood and soul, which could not be hidden from their eyes, so it was not considered exposed.

Not only that, it also caused many people to speculate.

"No wonder Qiu Sheng was able to visualize such a real and detailed ancient scene. I'm afraid it has to do with the magical power he is involved in. It is a coincidence, but it is a personal way after all..."

It was Zhou Dongyi who said this. As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Xiao Chen said: "This is not a bad thing. For example, the chessboard text on this table cannot contain many changes if it is simply revised. He is willing to combine it with magical powers." The method is to leave the knowledge in the heart and let the viewer feel it, which can be regarded as a piece of mind."

This ink mark on the table may seem simple, but it actually contains secrets. The reason why people who see it can have a sense of understanding is actually because Qiu Yan has rubbed some of his own knowledge and insights on it, making reading the text as if listening to a lecture. , has such effect.

But this kind of behavior also has limitations. In the eyes of Gao Song and many Confucian scholars, they can learn something from it, but when Mr. Han Yi and Xiao Chen look at it, they will not feel enlightened and can only be used as a reference.

The difference comes from each person's own literary and ideological cultivation. Only those who are not as good as Qiu Yan can gain something, and those who surpass Qiu Yan will certainly not gain much insight.

In fact, this is a trick. When knowledge reaches a certain level, every move contains truth. If you spend your energy to write and paint, and it is consistent with the order, the words and ink left behind can still be enlightened by future generations, but this needs to go through. Only after decades of accumulation and precipitation, many mental changes, and purification of what has been learned can one acquire such ability, but Qiu Yan can do it in advance with the help of magical powers without losing his longevity.

"This time it was a coincidence. There were many convenient conditions that led to the birth of this article. If Qiu Yan were to write it again, even if it was effective, it might not be of this level." Another great scholar said.

At this time, Zheng Qiu said: "Even if this boy has the desire to learn, if he lives for hundreds of thousands of years and is indifferent to humanity, he will no longer care about humanity."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone else was silent.

The indifference of human feelings brought about by long-term vision will not change just because of a person's lofty ambitions. Even if a person is determined and can stick to his heart, as times change and human feelings change, he will naturally become disconnected from the world and become estranged.

Their silence caused the entire atmosphere in Wenxuan Building to become depressed. Many Confucian scholars felt depressed and turned pale.

This was the emotion of several great scholars, which infected the hearts of others. Although everyone could not hear what the gentlemen said due to the distance, they were still inevitably affected.

The one who broke the silence was Pang Chu, who said: "Listen to what Gao Song said, the article was written on the chessboard, which makes people feel deeper, and it is better than the handwriting on the table. It's a pity that it was taken away by someone. I don't know who it was." What is your identity?"

Zhou Dongyi snorted coldly, obviously still angry: "I have also heard people describe it, and combined with his words and deeds, as well as the driving spirit of Guan Sheng, I have a guess."

Xu Shi also nodded and said: "To explain the truth and attack the emptiness, I should be Huang Yan."

Pang Chuqi said: "This man is very courageous and his courage is astonishing. He only stirred up trouble a few months ago and was wanted by the government, yet he dared to sneak back into the city and come here openly. He wanted to participate in the criticism. It is indeed clear that Yu Jishu's taste shows that he has the inheritance of Guan Sheng, and I don't know what it has to do with the Xushi Academy in Qilu."

As he was talking, he suddenly changed the subject: "Let's not go into details about this matter. I know that this table involves magical powers, so it is not convenient to put it in your academy. It is better to give it to Pang. My study is not like this." There are many rules, and all scholars coming and going can watch it.”

"How can this be done?" Zhou Dongyi stared, "I came here first to check the desk, it should be placed in my Jiuyuan Courtyard."

Jiuyou Villa is a property of Jiuyou Academy in Dongdu. Just as Pang Chu said, the table contains the magic of ghosts and gods. It is inconvenient to place it in an academy that advocates Confucianism and educates people, otherwise it will inevitably leave a trail. It is also easy to mislead students.

However, even so, this table still has a great effect in helping people to clear their minds. For ordinary students, it is a treasure and can help with their studies. Not to mention that it contains the Tao of Qi and Blood, which subconsciously transports Qi and Blood when reading. Strength, can strengthen the body.

A great scholar can write such an article, but after all, it takes a lot of effort and affects lifespan. If you can get similar objects from the outside, why not?

There is another point that no one has said clearly - Qiu Yan's article vaguely touches on a new way of thinking and is of great significance.

Here, after Zhou Dongyi finished speaking, Xu Shi spoke: "To sum up, it was my junior brother Gao Song who discovered it first..."

The people around were dumbfounded by this turn of events. They did not expect that such a highly respected figure would start a dispute over an article written by Qiu Yan.

Zhen Zhizuo and others who had just learned what happened were even more surprised. As for Xi Muyuan, his face was as heavy as water, his eyes were confused, and there was an unnatural blush on his face.

At this moment, a young man with red lips and white teeth walked out of the room, came to everyone, bent down and saluted: "Masters, my master said that the table is the property of Wenxuan House, and I have no intention of holding a tasting meeting for you. Comes with table and chairs.”

As soon as he said this, Zhou Dongyi and others immediately looked at the young boy with big eyes and small eyes.

But the boy was not afraid and his smile did not change.

After a while, Zhou Dongyi said: "What a wonderful Wenxuan landlord. After you have finished your emotional work, I will straighten my waist again, so good..."

Zheng Qiu coughed and said: "Since it belongs to the landlord, let him keep it. We will do business first. Does anyone know where Mr. Qiu went? What did he do in the building?" His eyes fell on Gao Song.

Gao Song was startled when he saw the old man with muddy eyes. He felt invisible pressure on him. He had also heard about the deeds of old man Zheng Qiu. How dare he take any arrogance? He quickly lowered his head and told the story. Even the relationship between himself and Qiu Yan No conflict was missed.

"...Brother Qiu asked me to pass a message to him when he left, but Wan Sheng doesn't know exactly where he went. However, he came here from another place to study, so he should have settled in some inn in the city."

Zheng Qiu nodded and waved outside.

Wow!

The wind blew through the window, and there was another person in the hall. Standing in front of old man Zheng Qiu, it was Mr. Zheng who had met Qiu Yan several times.

"Have you ever seen Qiu Yan leave?" Old man Zheng Qiu asked.

Mr. Zheng nodded. He was ordered to come here to protect the safety of old man Zheng Qiu, so he naturally answered all questions.

The great Confucian himself does not follow the path of life. No matter how strong his body is, he is still at the level of a mortal. Someone needs to be there to protect him, otherwise accidents may easily happen when we gather together like today.

Old man Zheng Qiu then ordered: "Okay, go look outside and see where he went."

Mr. Zheng took the order and was about to leave, but Han Weier said: "Mr. Zheng, I know where Qiu Yan is. There is no need to look for him. It's just that he has a weird personality. If we go there without telling him, , it might be self-defeating.”

"Oh?" Old Man Zheng Qiu narrowed his eyes when he heard this, "Girl of the Han family, if you have any concerns, you might as well tell me."

"In my opinion, it's better for me to go out and deliver a message for you." Han Weier made a suggestion.

"That's fine." Mr. Xiao Chen nodded, "Let's go over there for a visit. Let's not talk about the difference in status. It's easy for people to gossip about Mr. Qiu and do bad things with good intentions."

At this time, a voice suddenly came from upstairs, the voice was cold and hard, and it seemed a little reluctant——

"If Wei Mei doesn't give up, let me go with you."

Everyone followed the sound and saw the handsome face of King Yan, followed by two people, Yang Ying and Duolu.

Han Weier shook her head and said: "This is not good, there are too many people."

King Yan gave a bitter smile: "I am the only one here. As you know, there is some misunderstanding between Brother Qiu and I. This time I am here to apologize. I also ask Wei Mei to make it happen."

"Oh? Do you want to apologize?" Han Weier was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that King Yan could be so relaxed.

Suddenly, a "poof" sound was heard from the crowd, and Xi Muyuan was seen spitting blood from his mouth and falling on his back.

The people on the side quickly helped, and An Jin stepped forward and asked: "Mu Yuan, what's wrong with you?" (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)