Literary spirit is something that students can possess only when they reach a certain level.
Ordinary people can't see it, but for immortal cultivators, it's not a secret.
However, literary energy is not a destiny for immortality, and the flow of spiritual energy cannot be used to cultivate immortality.
Its more important role is to gather and flow literary styles and condense them into literary ways, ensuring the prosperity of Chinese and Turkish literature and culture.
The gentry students who can come to the capital to take the exam are naturally not mediocre. When they see the words of the saint, they invisibly exude literary spirit.
In fact, there are not many people, but so many students, more or less, have flowed out, slowly condensed, and formed a small cloud in the sky above the inn.
"That's right," Mi Luo nodded, "As expected of a capital city, it is much better than our Nanhai Dragon Palace in terms of culture."
The dragon clan belongs to the higher bloodline in the world of monsters and beasts. Normally, they do not need to learn.
Xu Mochen looked at the atmosphere above the inn and felt that something was not right.
Tang Derun explained: "Your Majesty, generally speaking, literature is not the first, so the literary temperament of students is rarely the same.
Today we should recite the words of the saints together and gain unity so that we can come together."
While talking and feeling, Xu Mochen suddenly discovered that the condensed literary energy was pulled out a small wisp and gradually sucked into the woods ahead.
Mi Luo and Tang Derun also saw the vision. Mi Luo frowned: "Hey, are there any cultivators who extract literary energy?"
Wenqi can be transferred. For example, if you extract the Wenqi of a talented person and inject it into another person, the person behind you will benefit.
However, no matter whether it is a mortal or a cultivator, the amount of this forced injection of literary spirit cannot be too large.
If you can't accept too much, it's like a spoon-fed education.
Therefore, immortal cultivators generally don’t do this stuff, and it doesn’t make much sense.
But in front of me, what I saw was that there were immortal cultivators doing this.
What is it for?
"Go and have a look." Xu Mochen hooked his fingers, and the three of them returned to the room. When no one was paying attention, they turned into escaping light and flew into the woods.
Following the thread of Wen Qi, Xu Mochen and the others soon saw a mouse-like thing on the rock in front, standing on its front legs, with its pointed beak pointing upward, sucking in the Wen Qi bit by bit.
It's obvious that he has sucked a lot, and his belly is bulging.
"That's a puppet beast," Tang Derun recognized. "It's a little monster beast that specializes in working for immortal cultivators. It has no intelligence, but is very loyal."
Mi Luo also said "Hey": "Such a puppet that can absorb literary energy is really rare."
"Perhaps there is an agreement with the master to help absorb literary energy in exchange for the opportunity to enter the immortal path." Tang Derun guessed.
In other words, the real person behind the scenes has not yet appeared.
"Your Majesty, would you like..." Tang Derun asked for instructions.
"No need," Xu Mochen shook his head, "Will it have any impact on the students if their literary spirit is extracted?"
Mi Luo is from the Wenfa sect. She thought for a while: "Generally, there is no big problem. It's just that the literary spirit is less and your talents are correspondingly weakened. The students in this station may have no hope of taking the imperial examination."
A cold feeling rose in Xu Mochen's heart: "Is this what the two people from the Ministry of Rites said?"
Absorb the literary spirit of the gentry children and prevent them from passing the exam.
But this obviously doesn’t make sense logically.
The little mouse absorbed it quickly, and all the literary energy hovering over the inn was sucked away.
It seemed that it had reached its limit. The little mouse looked around, then jumped down and ran away.
"I'll go after them," Xu Mochen ordered. "You guys go back to the inn and continue to observe these students to see if there are any changes in the future.
If the cultivators want their lives, stop them immediately."
Xu Mochen doesn't like the nobles, but they are human beings after all.
It's just a matter of literary talent, but this life can't be matched again.
Tang Derun accepted the order, but Mi Luo disagreed: "I want to go too. This kind of extraction of literary energy is contrary to our Wenfa Sect. I want to go and see."
Tang Derun is a little embarrassed.
Xu Mochen thought for a while, Mi Luo had a good background and was from the Wenfa Sect. If something went wrong, he could testify for himself.
"Okay," he nodded in agreement, "but there will be danger, so follow me closely."
Mi Luo smiled: "At least my level is no worse than yours, and I don't need a foolish king to protect me."
After the assignment was completed, Tang Derun returned to the inn to prevent the cultivators from killing people. On the other side, Xu Mochen took Mi Luo, swept away with his consciousness, and chased the puppet beast and the little mouse.
This walk lasted for about ten miles. The further back we went, the more rats Xu Mochen found.
Mi Luo's face darkened: "Hunjun, it seems that someone specializes in extracting literary energy.
Although you can't do anything and can't help your cultivation, if the students' moral integrity is lost, you will make a big joke in this imperial examination."
Xu Mochen's heart sank. In the first imperial examination after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the quality of the candidates was so poor that when something went wrong, the whole world must blame him, the emperor.
When the time comes, all the ministers will besiege together again, and the edict will not be removed without guilt.
If it is serious, it will also affect your national destiny.
When the national fortune disappears, I lose the trump card to support me.
What a good calculation.
These rats came from all directions and gradually gathered together when they arrived here, scurrying all the way towards the cliff ahead.
Xu Mochen and the other two followed leisurely, and were about to approach the cliff. Suddenly, a burst of coercion swept over them. The two of them quickly retreated, and a huge hand print appeared on the ground with a "bang".
"You two," there was a man in a red robe floating in the air in front of him. His face was completely dark and his appearance was completely invisible. "The place in front of you has nothing to do with you, so please stop."
"Oh" Xu Mochen pulled Mi Luo behind him, "You are the immortal cultivator who stole the literary spirit, can you leave your name?"
"Of course not," the man in red robe burst out laughing, "You are also cultivators of immortality, so please don't offend the river."
"Then what if we want to take care of it?" Xu Mochen was secretly on guard, activating the three orifices magical power at any time.
The man in red robe thought for a while: "Then I can only say...go to hell!"
After finishing speaking, I didn't see him unfolding the cave behind him. I only heard the words "The wild fire will not burn it all!" Sparks immediately erupted from the ground where Xu Mochen and the two were.
Xu Mochen had been on guard for a long time. He pulled Mi Luo and flew up with his sword, looking down at the sea of fire.
"What you say is what you say," a trace of fear flashed in Mi Luo's eyes, "Which sage of the Wenfa Sect are you?"
Listening to these words, Xu Mochen's heart was moved, could this person be from the Imperial College?
In the country of Daqian, there is only one saint, and there are only a few people who can be called sages.
Two of them are in the Imperial College, and Xu Mochen met them not long ago.
"Not bad, not bad," the man in red robe smiled, "The little girl is also from the Wenfa Sect. It's a pity that you are only at the seventh level of the Transcendent Realm, so you are no match for me."
Mi Luo was unwilling to give in, she snorted coldly: "Good rain knows the season!"
A flash of thunder flashed in the sky, and then a heavy downpour fell, immediately extinguishing the flames on the ground.
Xu Mochen activated his magical power, combined his swords into one, and shot towards the man in red robe.