Chapter 222 No wonder those who engage in literature are shameless
Listening to the conversation between a man and a woman, Xu Mochen's face was a little stiff.
You can follow your words, but this skill is a bit buggy.
When fighting with them, everyone is shouting "Dynamic Light Wave, Meteor Fist", so why fight?
Or come to a "Go to death, your majesty, go to death" and win.
Tang Derun knew what he was thinking, so he leaned over and whispered: "Your Majesty, although it is a characteristic of the Wenfa Sect to follow the rules, generally speaking, what can be achieved are small magical powers."
In other words, there are still limitations.
Xu Mochen was silent for a while: "Is it also effective for mortals?"
Tang Derun nodded affirmatively..
"Then if they say, you guys rebel, will the people in the capital be violent?" Xu Mochen was deeply worried.
Tang Derun was stunned. He thought for a while: "Probably not. After all, Your Majesty complies with destiny and has the blessing of national destiny. His instigative speeches directed at Your Majesty will have no effect."
Having said that, Xu Mochen is still unhappy.
Yang Jingchen was very enthusiastic and took the two of them around. Not far away, there were two immortal old men who seemed to be talking to the cliff.
"Those two are the current sages Lu Shuren and Mao Zixuan." Yang Jingchen introduced, "It should be in Wenbi."
The so-called literary competition is a competition to see who has higher literary skills.
The sage is still one step away from the literary sage, that is, the saint.
I saw Nalu Shuren laughing loudly and opening his mouth: "There is no road in this world, but as more people walk on it, it becomes a road."
After finishing speaking, the law appears immediately.
In front of him, a suspended road appeared along the cliff, enough for two or three people to walk side by side.
Lu Shuren raised his hand towards Mao Ziqian: "Brother Mao, I'm disrespectful."
After saying that, he stepped forward and walked along the road to the cliff on the opposite side. His robes were flying in the wind, making him very graceful.
The supervisors who were watching around burst into warm applause.
"As expected of Mr. Lu, this strength is indeed extraordinary."
"There is no road, but when there are more people walking on it, it becomes a road. What a witty saying. Write it down quickly so that we can practice it in the future."
"Come on, Mr. Lu is in the Wenfa Sect and is at the top of the ninth level of the Transcendent Realm, which is equivalent to the peak level of the Golden Core Realm. I heard that he is already preparing to give birth to a Nascent Soul."
Everyone talks about it.
Seeing Lu Shuren's elegant demeanor, Mao Zijian just stroked his beard and smiled.
Immediately, he also opened his mouth: "The winding path leads to a secluded place, with tall green bamboos in the shade."
I saw waves of turbulence unfolding, and a winding road appeared in front of me. There were many green bamboos shading both sides. The sunlight filtered through the bamboo leaves, leaving mottled shadows on the road.
"Okay!" The supervisors also applauded in unison.
"The words are concise and concise, and go straight to the heart. As soon as you hear it, you will understand what you want to do."
"That's right, in this realm, I think Mr. Mao is a bit higher."
Everyone was talking a lot.
The two of them were halfway there and started competing again.
"The red sun is high and the winter is warm!" In the sky, the sun that had just risen immediately turned to everyone's heads, emitting light and heat.
"Dark clouds roll over the mountains without covering the mountains." Correspondingly, dark clouds all over the sky suddenly came over, and there was a vague appearance of heavy rain.
Lu Shuren was not timid: "The east wind blows thousands of trees into bloom at night."
Suddenly a gust of wind blew, immediately blowing away the dark clouds in the sky, and the green bamboos were swaying with it.
Mao Zijian is also confident: "The slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return."
Seeing that the dark clouds were about to disperse, they turned into raindrops and fell, and the wind gradually weakened.
The wind and the rain contain the magical powers of the two of them, spreading their spiritual energy in this area.
Every prisoner I came into contact with was in high spirits.
So far, the literary competition between the two has been suspended for a period, and no one has an advantage.
The two of them looked up to the sky and laughed at the same time: "Chengyi! Chengyi!
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Amid thunderous applause, the two came back floating.
Xu Mochen was also quite touched when he saw it.
When the two sages returned to the cliff, they were both satisfied and had done well again today.
Literary people like this sense of honor.
It can bring them faith, and maybe even trigger the emergence of immortality.
After the performance, Lu Shuren waved to everyone: "I have a carriage that can travel thousands of miles a day, so I'm leaving first."
After saying that, a carriage pulled by nine Pegasus appeared in front of him. Lu Shuren jumped up, and the Pegasus spread its wings and took off, disappearing into the distant sky.
Mao Zijian also nodded: "I also have a dragon, which can go to the sky and into the sea. I'll say goodbye."
After saying that, a dragon appeared in front of him, and he gently landed on the dragon's head. The dragon roared loudly, and auspicious clouds appeared, winding and flying into the sky.
Everyone was stunned.
Yang Jingchen was very happy: "Two adults, these are the two most knowledgeable sages in the Imperial College."
Xu Mochen said nothing.
It seems that the most powerful thing about this Wenfa sect is the magical power of speaking the law.
After wandering around for a while, Xu Mochen stopped by the library and checked out the books in the Imperial College.
As I learned in advance, there are only a few categories of textbooks that come and go.
In the afternoon, after the inspection, Xu Mochen and Tang Derun left the Imperial College.
Walking on the road, he was still puzzled: "Tang Aiqing, is this power of law really something that can be manifested?"
"Your Majesty is worrying too much," Tang Derun replied, "Small rules can be realized, but in fact, everything cannot be separated from its origin.
What you say and what you say depends on your state and state of mind. What you see with your eyes is only a partial phenomenon.
The beauty of the Grammar Sect is that it can interfere with the scanning of spiritual consciousness, so it looks like the real thing."
Xu Mochen tilted his head: "Ai Qing, what do you mean, is this all a lie?"
Then these literati in the Imperial College are all braggarts or liars.
No wonder those who engage in literature are said to be shameless.
"Half and half," Tang Derun explained, "For example, the dragon, Weichen, is probably just sword-wielding in nature, but if he creates a dragon shape, and his spiritual consciousness sweeps over it, he will think it is a dragon.
What affects is your own state of mind."
This explanation is consistent with reality. Books do not affect people’s thinking and mood.
Xu Mochen didn't worry about these things. He thought: "There are three thousand students in the Imperial College, and these people must take the imperial examination.
Once these immortal cultivators get involved, what will happen to the human students?"
Tang Derun did not dare to speak.
Therefore, the imperial examination is actually a feast for the cultivators themselves, and a large number of talents are legitimately supplied to them.
But if you want to crack it, you need to find another way.
Xu Mochen suppressed the impatience in his heart and turned to look at the daily life outside the palace in the capital.
After all, it is the capital, and the series of policies he has recently implemented are still effective.
For example, the number of patients who died of severe illness has decreased a lot, food products have become more abundant, and with the addition of new electric lights, it is said that security at night has also improved a lot.
After working hard for so long, I can’t say there are no results.
Just as I was thinking this, a cute voice came from in front of me: "What is this?"
"My young master, I asked the people in the capital and said that your Majesty has developed some kind of electric lamp that can shine at night."
"Bright? Is it as bright as the night pearl in my house?"
"That's definitely not the case."
"Hey, isn't that just a foolish fool?"
The voice was so loud that the people around him heard it.
Xu Mochen was used to it. After all, he was a fool and common people knew it. When he turned his eyes, he saw a ten-year-old child, petite, wearing bright yellow clothes, with a graceful appearance.
In terms of temperament, he is no worse than a member of the royal family.
Xu Mochenyi
It was immediately obvious that this person was a man disguised as a woman.
Perhaps it was because she looked noble and was surrounded by a group of fierce-looking people, so although what she said was earth-shattering, no one came to mind her own business.
Just when the girl looked over and saw Xu Mochen, she said "eh" and trotted over.
Stopping a few meters away from Xu Mochen, she couldn't help but look at it, and finally nodded: "I understand, you are the target that I and Ji Li need."
Xu Mochen slowly put a question mark on his forehead: "Child, do you know who I am?"
"I know," the girl said with a smile, "You have the luck of our clan, but you are not from our clan. You should be the Emperor of Daqian, what is your name Chen."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Xu Mochen and Tang Derun changed.
They have made disguises and transformations, and even the spiritual consciousness of ordinary cultivators can't hide them.
But Xu Mochen’s destiny for the dragon and the country cannot be concealed.
Normally, as long as he restrains himself, it is not easy for immortal cultivators to discover him.
Who would have thought that this little girl would see through it.