This is a place where the gods are hidden, and the dragon's luck energy that Mi Xuan and others rely on cannot reach, so they cannot capture the weak literary energy.
But Xu Mochen's Six Paths Eyes were able to capture the last remaining bits and pieces.
Fortunately, they followed him in a hurry. If it had been any later, he might not have been able to do anything.
Tang Derun knew Xu Mochen's thoughts best, so when he saw him flying away with his sword, he followed closely behind.
This whole area is a strange sea, the sky is gray, and the surroundings look a bit gloomy.
I don’t know what the seawater is made of, which can penetrate the spiritual consciousness and directly corrode the body of the immortal cultivator.
Xu Mochen estimated that if he fell, there would definitely be no bones left.
The two flew away at extremely fast speeds and flew for half an hour. They saw a huge pillar standing in the center of the sea in front of them.
The pillar is dark, with four big characters engraved on it: There is no limit to learning.
Xu Mochen almost laughed. As expected of the Wenfa Sect, even the small space where the gods are hidden is so special.
Not knowing if there was anything special about the pillar, the two of them took a detour and didn't want to provoke it.
Along the way, Xu Mochen found that his literary spirit became a little stronger, and it seemed that he was getting closer to his goal.
Sure enough, after flying for a while, what came into view was a mountain.
It's not a mountain made of rocks, but a book stacked up vertically to form a mountain.
Wenshanxuehai is truly worthy of being engaged in literature.
The mountain towered into the clouds, and a whirlpool opened in the sky at the top. Xu Mochen's six-path eyes could clearly see that Wen Qi was rushing towards the whirlpool.
Someone collected the literary talents of the students in the capital and transported them away here.
The power of his Tao Source was opened, and the three orifices of Niwan, Jianggong, and Huangting were in place, and the whole person was ready to go.
Tang Derun was also inspired by spiritual energy, and three great magical powers unfolded behind him.
The two people turned into two rays of light and flew straight towards the top of Wenshan Mountain.
Up there, gusts of wind were blowing, and the man in green robe raised his hands to the sky, with small jade bottles in his palms, and the literary energy inside was spitting out and submerged into the whirlpool in the sky.
"Hey!" He also set up realms around him, and he felt the arrival of Xu Mochen and the others.
He sneered, waved his long sleeves, and sent all the small jade vases into the whirlpool in the air, while he took the time to watch Xu Mochen and the two fall in front of him without changing his expression.
"Mr. Lin," Tang Derun took a step forward, "I didn't expect to meet you here."
"Your Majesty, Mr. Tang," the man in green robe turned down his cloak and revealed his true face. He saw that it was Lin Zhuxi, the minister of the Ministry of Personnel, who was full of literary style. He slightly saluted, "I wonder what your Majesty's intention is when you are here in person.
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"Lin Aiqing," Xu Mochen said in a gentle tone, "could you tell me what Aiqing is planning to do in extracting the intellectual spirit of the students in the capital."
"Your Majesty," Lin Zhuxi is a scholar after all and pays attention to etiquette. His attitude is very respectful, "This matter is an internal matter of Wenfa Sect and has nothing to do with Your Majesty.
Moreover, the little literary spirit extracted by the minister will not have any impact at all on the imperial examination to be held by His Majesty.
This is already a problem in the Shifang World. Since Your Majesty is limited to the human emperor, please do not interfere."
Xu Mochen smiled: "Although I have always thought that there is a difference between immortals and mortals, it's just that Daqian and even the world of ten directions have not reached that point yet.
What Aiqing is talking about is an internal issue within the Wenfa Sect and a matter in the world of ten directions, and has nothing to do with me.
Dear dear sir, don’t forget, this is the capital, and under the emperor’s feet, there is no room for misbehavior.”
Xu Mochen didn't know the other party's real plan, but according to his understanding of the immortal cultivators, it was definitely not a good thing.
Now that he has encountered this matter, he will definitely intervene.
Lin Zhuxi's smile suddenly froze: "Since His Majesty wants to intervene...
Then it’s better to let the minister give His Majesty a ride..."
As soon as he said these words, he waved his long sleeves, and a whirlpool of spiritual energy exploded from his whole body, causing Wenshan to tremble slightly.
Xu Mochen and the other two were already on guard. When Lin Zhuxi launched his attack, they dispersed to the left and right.
As Lin Zhuxi laughed loudly, a book flew up from under his feet and rotated to become larger. He stepped firmly on it and spread out his hands: "Wenshan Xuehai!"
But I saw a bright light flashing across the sky, and the rumble of thunder sounded.
The pile of articles began to decompose one by one, rising continuously around Xu Mochen.
Below, a huge whirlpool formed on the sea surface, as if something was about to erupt from it.
Xu Mochen and the two quickly avoided it. First of all, the book gradually turned into ink words as it floated upward.
"Come together!" Lin Zhuxi struck each other with his palms and activated the formation.
Those ink characters suddenly surrounded Xu Mochen and the two with bared teeth and claws.
Behind Tang Derun, in the magical cave sky, a group of small golden deer rushed out, colliding with these ink characters, canceling each other out.
But the ink characters come from every book, so it can be said that there is an endless supply.
This is Lin Zhuxi's territory, and he occupies a favorable location.
The same goes for Xu Mochen over there. The power of his Principle Source was injected into the Light-Hanging Sword, and his sword intention turned into layers of clouds, protecting himself and resisting the ink characters.
The six swastika eyes swept over, and each ink character was condensed from literary energy mixed with spiritual energy.
Although this is not the world in a book, Xu Mochen vaguely felt that a similar little rule was at work.
Wenshan Xuehai, if you want to break it, you can't just rely on strength.
Xu Mochen's right fist condensed a ball of cyan thunderball. As he shouted, the thunderball shot out and exploded into a spider web-like lightning, covering all the ink characters in front.
The thunder and lightning made a "sizzling" sound and silently dissolved the ink characters.
But the literary energy did not dissipate. When the thunder and lightning lost their effect, the strands of literary energy merged with the surrounding spiritual energy again and formed ink characters again.
The attacks of the two men were unable to move the slightest bit.
The formation didn't look like the formation, and Xu Mochen couldn't help but feel a little impatient in his heart.
Lin Zhuxi, who was not far away, smiled: "Literature locks the heart, and it is difficult to establish if it is not broken.
Your Majesty, these books have all been read by me since childhood and have been engraved in my heart.
How can it be discovered in a short time?"
As time progressed, Xu Mochen felt something was wrong.
Those ink characters began to connect one by one, forming something like a birdcage, trapping him and Tang Derun inside.
Over there, Tang Derun had condensed the golden body of the god, and swung out his fists with light, hitting the birdcage, but it still had no effect.
"Your Majesty," he was sweating profusely, "I'm afraid this is the magical power of the Wenfa Sect. The place we are now should be the book realm in Lin Zhuxi's heart."
As the saying goes, the meaning of reading a hundred times will be self-evident. The cultivators of the Wenfa Sect improve their realm step by step through studying and understanding the way of literature.
So when trying to figure out literature, there will inevitably be lost moments. Lin Zhuxi thought of a good way, which is to isolate the lost state of mind and form his own unique place of spiritual retreat.