Boom, a warm feeling came over me, and everything in front and behind me was warm.
There was a buzzing sound, and the veins were trembling, like a touch of white, filling up the Rendu and Du meridians that were originally devoid of light and filled with black light. In an instant, the Rendu and Du meridians were dyed pure white.
The sky rumbled, and there was a huge roar in Ren Du's two veins, which was quickly assimilated by Wen Mei.
"This, the Ren and Du meridian of Little Zhoutian's movement path will also be assimilated into the Wen meridian?" Zhang Xiao was shocked, and his heart was suddenly filled with immense joy.
The original cultural context is just hanging down from the mind, connecting the lower dantian, middle dantian, and upper dantian. Now that the Rendu and Du meridians are connected, and they are also transformed into cultural contexts, then the vitality of his own literary education will be
They cannot be compared.
Whoosh, whoosh, the momentum on his body was rising. Zhang Xiao exhaled excitedly and looked up into the air.
With the help of Tielan Mountain's Big Bear Soldier Formation, Tao Chan's Haowen Formation, plus the context and clear characters, we successfully chopped three to four hundred pieces, but now there is new impetus.
"cut!"
A loud shout full of confidence sounded on the altar, and countless pairs of eyes stopped in front of it.
Cang, the rich sword light, wrapped in the endless flow of literary energy, climbed straight up and slashed forward again.
With a click, countless Asparagus Stones were instantly shattered and dissolved by the red Imperial Qi and the white Wen Dao Energy. A corner of the air on this side was actually cut open by Zhang Xiao's continuous sword attack with this continuous energy.
"Oh my god, it's so strong? Is this close to a dry particle?"
A student looked blankly into the air with a look of disbelief.
"The student with the sword on the altar below is the champion of Yuanjuan Academy? How can he be so strong?" Even the Confucian students on the high altar turned their heads and looked at Zhang Xiao in surprise.
"It's true, he is Dean Tang's other grandson, named Zhang Xiao."
"Oh, I didn't expect that he would lead the Yunjuan student, who was the lowest ranked student in the past, to chop so many onyx stones, two or three times as many as Tang Xuanli's. He is indeed powerful."
Voices of discussion resounded up and down the altar. Tang Xuanli, who was originally extremely gloomy, had a hint of anger rising in his eyes.
"Oh, the owner of this sword light is Zhang Xiao, who has a rich cultural background. Our Mingzun Empire has indeed prospered the country. With the emergence of young heroes like you, our luck is as bright as a rainbow!"
At this moment, on the high altar, under the Qinglong spirit, Dean Bai's tall Confucian crown shook, and he was actually startled, and he let out a sweet sound of praise.
"Well, thank you very much for the compliment, Dean Bai. In fact, this is the strength of the classmates behind me. I cannot do it alone."
Zhang Xiao led the students of Yunjuan Academy and all saluted to Dean Bai meticulously. He deliberately glanced at Tang Xuanli and smiled humbly and politely.
"Haha, you don't have to belittle yourself. After half a year of practice, you have reached Xiao Zhoutian, the middle stage of Zhenwu. With this qualification, you can beat all the Confucian students."
Dean Bai's voice sounded again, making everyone on and off the altar excited. Even the classmates of Yunjuan Academy looked at Zhang Xiao with horrified eyes.
"What? Half a year? Zhenwu?"
"Oh my god, did I hear that right? Can Zhenwu be sold wholesale now? Why can he reach Zhenwu Xiao Zhoutian in half a year?"
Zhang Xiao looked at the somewhat out-of-control scene and suddenly felt a wry smile in his heart.
Is Dean Bai trying to kill me? Why does this thing seem so bad?
"Zhang Xiao, you don't have to be proud. No matter how prosperous you are now, in the end, hum..."
Tang Xuanli, who was fluttering in white and upright, finally couldn't bear it any longer, and his low-pitched threats and contempt were filled with a hint of jealousy.
"Brother Zhang, it's okay to be low-key, but you don't have to be in front of him!"
The voice of Prince Zhai sounded around him. He actually looked at Tang Xuanli with a bit of contempt.
"Is this a case of same-sex repulsion? A slut doesn't like a slut?"
Zhang Xiao was thinking something weird and funny in his heart, and with a smile, Ye Qingni's voice rang in his ears.
"You are just a puppy raised by Tang Sanqiu. How can you talk to your master, Master Changsun? How can a slave turn the world upside down?"
Looking at Ye Qingni's sarcastic and vicious words, Tang Xuanli's cheeks turned red with anger. If he hadn't been imprisoned by the blood of the Ten Directions Formation, he would have rushed over immediately.
"I am a disciple of Dean Shang Rutang, not a slave!"
"Let me tell you, Dean, there are many more Asparagus Stones in the air. For the smooth progress of the Blue Dragon Festival, please order all the students to work together to crush them!"
"Otherwise, they will be like my senior Tang Xuanli, bickering here, and all their energy will be wasted."
Zhang Xiao's index finger pointed at the already furious Tang Xuanli, attracting the attention of tens of thousands of eyes. Suddenly, Tang Xuanli's heart seemed to be bleeding.
"Haha, okay. What Zhang Xiao said is absolutely true."
Dean Bai nodded with absolute certainty, glanced slightly sideways, glanced at Tang Xuanli next to Zhang Xiao, and shook his head slightly.
"You are good-looking, but you just don't want to do serious business. Come on, students, attack the Wenxin Stone with all your strength."
"As commanded."
"My dearest students, you have to do serious things, and don't just look good and be clumsy."
Zhao Hei's drake voice sounded, causing a wave of laughter. At the same time, streams of majestic literary energy rolled straight into the air.
"Three cuts of Tianxuan, all laws have no form..."
Endless roars resounded in this space. In addition to the blood caused by the ten directions formation, this space was filled with a rich cultural energy.
This majestic literary energy made all the students feel comfortable all over their bodies.
Like each unique text, being in a huge ocean of words, there is an indescribable mystery and comfort.
However, Zhang Xiao, who kept slashing the Wenxin Stone, had a weird look on his face.
My own cultural background is actually taking advantage of it at this time, sucking in the vitality of literary culture.
Although it is not much, in this rich world of literary and moral energy, it cannot be said to be less.
There are twenty-four acupoints on the Ren meridian, which correspond to the twenty-four solar terms.
The twenty-eight governor channels correspond to the twenty-eight constellations.
But this is what happened after entering the realm of the acupoint gods. Now, among the fifty-two acupoints of Zhang Xiao, except for Shimen, which was occupied by Meng Qiu Divine Jue, the rudiments of the acupoint gods are beginning to be nurtured, and the others are filled with vitality.
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The only advantage is that the vitality becomes stronger, and even if it does not absorb the vitality from the outside world, the vitality it contains becomes more.
However, now, during the Qinglong Festival, his Dantian and fifty-two acupuncture points were all covered, and this vitality actually went towards other meridians and acupoints.
"I, Cao, shouldn't it be a direct attack on Da Zhoutian's acupuncture points?"
Zhang Xiao was stunned, not knowing whether to be happy or worried.
Legend has it that it is not a good thing to improve your realm too quickly.
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Click, click, click, the sound of the asparagus stone breaking, is like a continuous heavy rain.
The heavy rain roared loudly above the head, producing a huge amount of vitality and asparagus powder. The air turned into a sheet of white, with traces of blood-red flowing.
Fortunately, with the support of the body and tens of thousands of students, they are not very tired. Looking at the countless literary stones being smashed clean, endless joy rises in my heart.
Finally, the first step was completed.
Whoosh, on the high altar, Dean Bai's figure slowly stood up.
The command flag fluttered, and the blood-colored light from the ten-directional formation, like a perfect arc drawn by a brush, enveloped the powder of the onyx stone.
The sky and the earth are southeast, northwest, southeast, northeast... the blood in the ten directions slowly forms a circle.
However, Zhang Xiao's side was extremely weak, as if he was malnourished, which made people feel a little distressed.
Buzz…
A strong wind surged above the altar, and besides the blood, it penetrated the rich cultural energy.
The phantom of Qinglong Divine Thought seemed to come to life, like a small divine dragon, swimming rapidly in the air.
This small swimming green dragon phantom dived into the acrimonium powder that was gathered up by the blood from all directions.
Boom, a huge roar came from the mid-air. The small green dragon's shadow stirred crazily in the onyxin stone powder, and the onyxin stone powder was slowly taking shape in a special form.
"This, why do I feel that this is the same as the Yingxiang and others in Qianfeng Tower who make magic weapons? Could it be that Qinglong is also a magic weapon?"
Zhao Hei looked at the shocking scene in front of him and murmured softly, full of endless doubts.
"A gentleman is not a weapon, and the blue dragon is naturally not a weapon. It is a divine beast, a divine beast that can tear apart the barrier between this world and the divine realm. Fatty, you don't understand this. If you don't understand, just ask Tao Zai."
Xia Dongyuan's voice sounded, obviously with a touch of contempt.
"The scales of the blue dragon have taken shape. The third step is to recite the classics and cultivate them with literature and warmth."
The voice of a green soldier sounded on the high altar, causing the deep circular pit below the altar to buzz.
Hmm? When did this deep pit appear?
Zhang Xiao was stunned and looked at the deep pit next to the altar, extremely surprised.
"Just when the blue dragon's shadow penetrated the onyxin stone powder, he appeared quietly. It seems..."
Ye Qingni's voice sounded softly, with a hint of solemnity. He wanted to continue, but was interrupted by the sound of reciting.
Morality, benevolence, and righteousness cannot be violated if it is inappropriate; teachings are upright and moral, and no inappropriate behavior can be ignored...
The sound of tens of thousands of students reading aloud was like the roar of heavenly drums, shaking the altar and the blue dragon scales on it.
This shaking, with a strange charm, gave vitality to the rudimentary scales, slowly becoming different.
"Could it be that every time the Qinglong Festival is held, an object is created for the Qinglong?"
Zhang Xiao narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but think.
Dong-dong-dong, at this moment, the sachet in his arms vibrated again, emitting a strange fragrance.
This fragrance woke up Xiao Doudou in his arms, Ye Qingni and Zhao Hei beside him, and they all looked sideways at Zhang Xiao.
Zhang Xiao looked strange and pointed at the sachet in his arms and then at the bottom of the altar.
"Walk!"
Ye Qing's mud-yellow headscarf fluttered and he mouthed to Zhang Xiao without hesitation.
Huhu, Zhao Hei also nodded, Xiao Doudou's originally boring eyes quickly became shiny...