The awe-inspiring energy came from all around the world and turned into a huge vortex and poured into the bamboo building crazily, causing the bamboo building to make "squeaking" sounds, which seemed to be unbearable.
Whether on the east slope or in Wugong City, everyone was shocked when they saw the majestic aura.
Generally speaking, when others cast bones, it takes a long time, is silent, and is difficult to be noticed by others.
But the sealing of the three tripods to cast the inscriptions was earth-shattering, as if it had caused a strange phenomenon in the world, which could be seen for hundreds of miles around, making it difficult not to notice.
This makes many people unable to believe that casting bones is such a phenomenon?
Under the majestic aura, Feng Qingyan first completed the previously uncompleted sternum manubrium, then connected the sternum body, and then the xiphoid process.
These three bones are the sternum.
After the three sternums lit up, awe-inspiring energy surged toward the clavicle and ribs that were connected to the sternum...
As time passed, the mighty aura that enveloped the east slope finally disappeared.
I don’t know whether he was cast into a literary skeleton by a gentleman, or whether he disappeared from heaven and earth.
No one knows.
But everyone knows that a gentleman must have more than one character, which really makes them amazed and envious.
"As expected of a gentleman."
Du Wang looked at the bamboo building and sighed.
"As expected of a gentleman."
Some people followed and sighed, being amazed by the gentleman again, saying: "Looking back on what the gentleman did today, it is not surprising that it can attract the awe-inspiring energy of heaven and earth to cast the bones of writing."
"The gentleman's demeanor really makes us admire him."
Everyone on the east slope was impressed by Feng Qingyan again.
After a while, the bamboo door of the bamboo building opened, and the gentleman came out. He was still dressed in white, but his style was even more eye-catching.
His eyes are like stars, his hair is like splashing ink, and his elegance is unparalleled.
"Congratulations to the gentleman for being able to cast literary bones."
Someone walked up to the bamboo building and saluted Feng Qingyan.
"Congratulations to the gentleman for being able to cast literary bones."
Everyone on the east slope said in unison, as if they had reached an agreement.
"You're welcome."
Feng Qingyan returned the favor and walked down from the bamboo tower to look at the sky.
"Brother Feng, how many cultural bones have been cast?" Du Wang came up and asked curiously. With such power, there must be more than one cultural bones, but whether it is two or three, I don't know.
Everyone was a little curious after hearing this, and looked at Feng Qingyan one by one.
"Let me count."
Feng Qingyan was stunned for a moment and really didn't pay attention.
When everyone heard this, they were stunned and wanted to count? What does this mean? Could it be that the cast bones were not two or three?
But many roots?
This this……
How can it be?!
This count made the young people on Dongpo even more desperate.
They didn't know how many years it would take them to cast a literary bone, but sealing Sanding was completed in the blink of an eye, and they even had to count to know how many bones there were.
Does this still require people to live?
After a few breaths passed, everyone saw that Feng Qingyan had not finished counting, and their eyes became more and more desperate.
This, haven't you finished counting yet?
How many bones have been cast? The number of breaths has not been finished yet. Many people trembled all over because they were frightened.
"Feng, brother Feng, haven't you finished counting yet?"
Du Wang's lips trembled, his face full of despair.
"There should be more than a dozen."
Feng Qingyan hesitated and said.
"How many?!"
Du Wang asked in surprise, his eyes widened and he couldn't believe it.
But everyone trembled when they heard it, and they cast it into dozens of pieces at once. Is this still a human being?
"Except these, these two ribs."
Feng Qingyan pointed to the lowermost ribs on the left and right sides and said, "It hasn't become a literary bone yet. The ones on the chest have become a literary bone."
"There are twelve left ribs and twelve right ribs. These are twenty-two literary bones."
Du Wang said painfully to Feng Qingyan, and then almost yelled, "This is twenty-two sticks, not a dozen, not a dozen!"
When everyone heard about the twenty-two bones, they were completely in despair.
"wrong!"
When Luo Xiang was shocked, he realized that everyone had ignored the sternum, so he said: "To cast the sternum, first cast the sternum, then the ribs. There should be twenty-five sternum."
"Twenty-five literary bones!"
On the east slope, countless young people howled, they were so heartbroken that they had never heard of anyone who could cast twenty-five literary bones in one go.
This doesn't just mean that no one can survive, it also means that there is no way out.
"And two collarbones."
Feng Qingyan reminded.
"Two, twenty-seven literary bones..."
At this time, Du Wang was completely desperate. Twenty-seven literary bones, even at the literary master level, might not be able to be cast.
He entered the scribe realm the year before last, and now he has only cast three scribe bones.
Even though he only has three literary bones, he has more than many scribes, which makes him very proud...
But Feng Sanding was only a literary talent, so he cast it into twenty-seven literary bones.
Is this Wen Xiang?
Even Luo Xiang was shocked and frightened by the twenty-seven bones.
He is now just forged into twenty-nine literary bones.
At this time, everyone didn't know what to say, they could only look at Feng Qingyan in despair, and even had the idea in their hearts that they were not born in the same era as Feng Sanding.
It is a tragedy for them to be born in the same era as Feng Sanding.
Because Feng Sanding's demeanor completely overshadowed them.
Perhaps thousands of years later, the people of the Shu Kingdom only remember that they sealed Sandod on the east slope of the Wugong City and discussed the Tao for three days. In one moment, they realized the Tao and cast it into twenty-seven literary bones, overwhelming countless young heroes of the Shu Kingdom...
As for the heroes who were originally from Shu, who still remembers them?
After a while, everyone left in despair. They were all listless and seemed to have lost their souls, which really made Feng Qingyan feel a little heartbroken.
"Everyone, walk slowly and be careful where you step, don't fall."
Feng Qingyan Care Road.
Hearing this, everyone staggered...
"Ah, I don't want to live anymore." Some people couldn't help shouting loudly, "It took me five years to cast a literary bone, but a gentleman cast twenty-seven literary bones in one day. How can I live in this world with dignity?"
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Feng Qingyan was a little helpless.
My literary bones were forged by themselves.
I was just a little angry and unwilling, and I just vented my anger by reading. Who knew that it would turn into twenty-seven literary bones?
But speaking of it, is it really difficult to cast literary bones?
I don’t think so.
This is how Feng Qingyan feels.
The two castings of text bones were done accidentally by him, so he did not feel the slightest difficulty.
"Brother Du, is it difficult to cast literary bones?" Feng Qingyan hesitated for a moment, then stopped Du Wang to ask, "It seems quite easy. I cast it accidentally."
Du Wang staggered, and there seemed to be pain and anger in his eyes. Feng Qingyan was shocked, so he could only smile and wave his hand: "Brother Du, walk slowly."
The night is getting darker and darker, but the young people on Dongpo and in Wugong City are destined to be unable to sleep tonight.
The number twenty-seven prevented them from calming down for a long time.
When it was almost midnight, a shadow floated from a distance and cautiously came down the east slope. At this time, Feng Qingyan walked down the bamboo building and down the east slope...