Now that he knows the origin of Qing Niu, Feng Qingyan will stay for now.
In the academy, no matter how powerful the monster is, it is just a loach in the ditch, unable to make any big waves. Besides, he also needs an ox to pull the cart. The ox demon is naturally better than ordinary farm oxen, and even the cart driver can
You can save it.
After dinner, Feng Qingyan went to the library and read a lot of Confucianism and Confucianism.
Especially the military talk on paper.
"Military strategists can develop endless soldiers and horses to kill the enemy by talking about war on paper. Why don't we Confucianists have similar techniques?" Feng Qingyan frowned and thought, feeling that Confucian scholars in the scholarly realm had too few attack methods.
To be honest, there is not even one.
The several Confucian arts he has learned now are all auxiliary Confucian arts, such as bright eyes and night vision, anger and anger, keeping ink from touching the skin, being spotless, etc.
As for the "verbal sword" with astonishing lethality, one needs to be a scribe to practice it.
Feng Qingyan shook his head and left the library.
He returned to Jiaziyuan, bathed, changed clothes and meditated, then came to Baihua Valley to play "The Soul Calling" again. About half an hour later, he left and returned to Jiaziyuan, thinking about how to use Wen Qi to turn it into a handle.
sword……
Wen Qi turns into a sword.
This is the Confucianism he wants to create, it just needs to be simply transformed into a sword.
At this time, Feng Qingyan came to the valley behind Jiaziyuan, closed his eyes and meditated hard. After a while, he opened his eyes and said: "Sword is an ancient holy item. It is the most noble and noble. It is revered by humans and gods. It is used in short-term combat."
Ancestor, a weapon of close combat, with profound Taoist skills, has entered the legend of Xuan..."
Although the Wen Qi in the Wen Palace did not move at all, it could not evolve into a sword.
But at this time, the three gentlemen's cauldron in his mind started to move, and wisps of pale white literary energy surged out, gradually turning into sword shapes in his mind.
But, it's not yet a sword.
"The sword is a soldier. It has a double edge. It has a straight body and a pointed head. It can hurt people horizontally and vertically, and it can penetrate armor with its thrusts." Feng Qingyan said again, and the Wenqi sword in his mind gradually became solid like a fog, "
Extremely dangerous, born to kill..."
In an instant, Wen Qi turned into a cold sword, bursting out with a bit of fierce aura.
"The energy of the sword stretches across thirty thousand miles, and the light of one sword chills nineteen states."
Feng Qingyan shouted suddenly, trying to use poetry to drive the Wen Qi Sword, but the Wen Qi Sword in his mind immediately dispersed.
It seems that the power of these words is too great, and Wenqi Sword cannot bear it at all.
Feng Qingyan was not discouraged and continued to use the literary spirit of Junziding to evolve Wenjian. Perhaps he would actually create a powerful Confucianism... [￥~ABC Novel Network ￥! The novel is better and updated faster]
However, Confucianism is not so easy to create, otherwise great Confucians and great sages would have created it long ago.
In the blink of an eye, the night passed.
He returned to Jiaziyuan to rest for a while, and then went to the Lecture Hall to listen to the lectures.
After the scripture class ended, Feng Qingyan walked towards the library, but was stopped on the way by a piano player from the Fengming Qin Society.
"Senior brother, there is a letter from Thirteenth Academy saying that Qinbi will be delayed by three months."
The piano player said excitedly.
"Three months delay?"
Feng Qingyan was stunned, did God want to go to Youdu by himself?
The old horse pulling the cart died of illness, and a strong bull demon came; because of worries about the piano competition between the Qin Club and the Thirteenth Academy, now the Thirteenth Academy has postponed the concert for three months...
All your wishes really come true.
It's April now. Qinbi was originally scheduled for June, but it was postponed by three months to September.
He now has nearly five months.
"Why?"
Feng Qingyan asked doubtfully.
"The piano club of Thirteenth Academy said it was for training." The piano player said, "They didn't explain the specific reason, but there is news that they want to go out to kill dead souls, evil ghosts, etc."
Feng Qingyan frowned and then went to the piano club.
Qinbi was indeed delayed by three months.
"In that case, let's go."
Feng Qingyan smiled and no longer worried about whether to go or not.
Besides, he also wanted to go, but he just couldn't find a good reason.
Soon after, he came to the library again and continued to read Confucianism and Confucianism, trying to figure out how the literary spirit operated, and he continued to evolve the literary spirit.
"A gentleman is armed with a sword, so it is indispensable to defend himself."
Feng Qingyan whispered, and a sword appeared in his mind again, exuding a sharp aura, but he could not come out to kill the enemy.
So, it's still useless.
Zi Shi.
Feng Qingyan came to Baihua Valley carrying Qin on his back.
When he played, Bai You's soul was still there, so he asked: "When will Young Master go to Youdu?"
"Gentleman, have you thought about it?"
Zi Yaqin's face lit up, and she was a little excited inside, saying: "The sooner the better, of course. After all, Zi Yin's soul can't wait long."
"Then in three days?" Feng Qingyan thought for a while and asked.
"Everything depends on what a gentleman says."
Ziyaqin bows down.
Feng Qingyan left with Qin on his back. After returning to Jiaziyuan, he came to the valley and continued to evolve the Wenqi Sword. Suddenly he frowned and was slightly surprised because a poem suddenly appeared in his mind...
He was so surprised that he couldn't help but read out in a low voice: "
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful lady called Gongsun. When she danced with her sword, she moved all directions.
The viewer is as depressed as the mountains, and the heaven and earth are depressed for a long time.
As brilliant as Yi shooting at the nine sunsets, as powerful as a group of emperors flying into the sky.
It comes like thunder to calm down its wrath, and it ends like the clear light of the river and sea.”
As he was reciting the poem, the scene in front of him gradually changed, and a faint shadow of a dancing sword appeared. It seemed to be the Gongsun family in the poem, and she shocked everyone with her sword dancing...
The heaven and earth were also affected by her sword posture, undulating and trembling.
At this time, I saw the dazzling sword light, just like Hou Yi shooting down nine suns, and the dancing posture was vigorous and agile, just like the gods flying on the dragon. When dancing, the sword's power was like thunder, which took people's breath away; when it stopped dancing, it was calm, like the condensed river and sea.
of ripples...
Feng Qingyan was shocked when he saw it. What was going on?
When he took a closer look, he saw that there was no Gongsun clan and the bright sword shadow.
Hallucination?
Feng Qingyan wrinkled.
However, the hallucination just now seemed to touch something, which made him think hard and want to contact that mysterious existence.
It seems that that is where the power of the Holy Way lies.
"Since military strategists can talk about war on paper and develop endless soldiers and horses to kill the enemy, why can't we Confucians sit down and talk about Taoism and use poems and articles as power for our use?"
Feng Qingyan frowned and said.
When he finished speaking, his mind exploded with a bang.
In an instant, his thoughts seemed to have touched upon an incomparable and mysterious power, causing a thousand feet of holy light to suddenly burst out from his body, making the heaven and earth look like daylight.
Ding-ding-ding-ding——
The words in the books near him suddenly vibrated like gold and jade, emitting bursts of crisp and harmonious phonology.
At this moment, the entire academy was shaken, and both the teachers and the students were extremely shocked.
The civilization in the night sky turned into clouds, and bursts of sweet holy sounds descended.
Big red brocade flowers sprout from the sky and the earth, exuding bursts of refreshing fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed.
The academy's teachings were shocking and some couldn't believe it.
At this time, many students curiously stretched out their hands to touch the red brocade flowers that appeared out of thin air. They disappeared as soon as they were touched, but their hands were full of fragrance.
The sky and the earth are filled with big red brocade flowers.
The fragrance of flowers is refreshing.
The students felt as if they had taken an elixir, feeling extremely comfortable and energetic.
"The holy light is vast, the words resonate, the literary spirit is like clouds, the holy voice descends from the sky, and flowers bloom in the heaven and earth. This is...who has become a saint?"
The old teacher looked up at the night sky and was so excited that his whole body trembled.