Jiao Junchen cannot read minds and cannot see through Zhu Yi's mind out of thin air. However, he uses arithmetic to perform thousands of calculations in the blink of an eye to deduce various actions that Zhu Yi may choose.
Thoughts and coping methods.
Each idea is ranked from high to low according to its likelihood, thereby determining the path Zhu Yi is most likely to choose.
Then Jiao Junchen decisively targeted him, and he seemed to have seen through Zhu Yi's heart.
In addition to the attacks of "shooting" and "control", Jiao Junchen also used a pointing pen to scribble in the air and write one word after another.
The words condensed in the air, condensing all kinds of principles and magic powers, and attacked Zhu Yi.
Either the word "trap" trapped Zhu Yi's actions, or the word "stagnation" made the flow of Zhu Yi's magic power difficult and stagnant. There are all kinds of magic words, each with its own magical function.
This is the "calligraphy" method that he understood from the Six Arts of Confucianism. A word is a spell. Jiao Junchen's mind is leisurely and he uses it casually, and there are endless spells.
Zhu Yi's heart moved slightly: "Zhang Hai, the chief steward of the Xuanji Hou Mansion, also entered Taoism through calligraphy. The magical power he developed is called Tianren Talisman. It is similar to Jiao Junchen's 'calligraphy' method."
"Zhang Hai is a monk in the Nascent Soul stage. His power of spells is more powerful than Jiao Junchen's, but the sophistication of his spells is even greater than that of Jiao Junchen. This man's calligraphy skills are even higher than Zhang Hai's."
At this moment, Zhu Yi's mind was in a state of excitement, with strange thoughts coming to him one after another. He was also thinking about things that had nothing to do with the current battle situation.
But these complicated thoughts did not make him confused, but instead made his mind flash with light.
Although he was at a disadvantage by Jiao Junchen, facing Jiao Junchen's endless spell attacks, Zhu Yi was like a small boat that kept bumping and undulating in the stormy sea. It seemed that the next wave would hit him and he would be capsized.
However, there was no trace of panic on Zhu Yi's face. Instead, a chuckle flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of joy.
At this moment, he is like a piece of beautiful jade covered with a thin stone skin, and Jiao Junchen is like a craftsman, peeling off the outer stone skin for him bit by bit, so that his true glory can be revealed to the world.
Outsiders cannot see it, but Zhu Yi looks inside his soul and can clearly see that there are traces of fire igniting in his soul.
It was not a flame transformed by mana or spiritual energy, but a fire of wisdom that was mysterious and mysterious, invisible to the naked eye, imperceptible to the soul, and only visible to Zhu Yi himself.
These fires of wisdom burned, constantly purifying Zhu Yi's own soul. They also melted and decomposed, integrated and refined all the knowledge Zhu Yi had learned since his birth, carefully pondering and constantly comprehending.
The magical powers of Taoism, the meanings of poems and books, as well as what you see and hear in daily life, and various understandings of the great ways of heaven and earth. Sometimes some strange and wonderful ideas suddenly pop up in your mind. At this time, they are all burned by the fire of wisdom.
, constantly being broken down and understood, and then put together in various ways.
Among everyone present, except for Lin Feng, who had already expected it, the one who had the best grasp of Zhu Yi's current state was Jiao Junchen, who was fighting with him in front of him.
Jiao Junchen could not completely see through Zhu Yi's current changes, but he himself had the same experience. In the past, when he practiced Taoism in the ancient Confucian sects, his state of enlightenment was very similar to that of Zhu Yi in front of him. They were all accumulated to the extreme.
, resulting in a major transformation.
This made Jiao Junchen vaguely aware that Zhu Yi's current state had reached a critical node.
"Everyone is envious of a fish jumping over the dragon's gate. But how many people have noticed that most fish can't jump over that threshold?" Jiao Junchen smiled slightly: "If you want to lend me my strength, then I will simply help you.
I just don’t know. Are you a fish or a dragon?"
When Jiao Junchen combined his palms, his whole aura was completely different. White clouds kept surging, forming a faint shadow in front of Jiao Junchen.
This phantom has a high crown and ancient clothes. It has a dignified face and quite an ancient style. It is ten feet tall. A powerful force comes from it.
This is etiquette and principle, integrating the spirit and belief of thousands of scholars in the world, and the blessing of countless wills, like a totem.
The first among the six arts of Confucianism is etiquette!
Jiao Junchen said solemnly: "Guest!" Following his words, the ten-foot-tall shadow bowed solemnly to Zhu Yi, and his momentum was suppressed. It was majestic but not strict, which was heartbreaking.
The guest ceremony, one of the five rites, is used for court invitations and gatherings. It is an etiquette ceremony for the emperor to entertain the princes from all directions who come to the court and for the princes to send envoys to greet the king of Zhou.
With this gift, Jiao Junchen, as a representative of the Qin Dynasty, welcomed Zhu Yi, who was invited to attend the ceremony, but it also established the guest-host relationship between the two parties, firmly controlling his own initiative, further controlling the situation, establishing victory, and preventing Zhu Yi from fighting.
And convinced.
Zhu Yi said happily: "Thank you Daoist Jiao for your kindness."
Facing Jiao Junchen's strongest six arts, Zhu Yi was not afraid at all. Not only was he not convinced, but his spirit further transformed. He was baptized by ancient etiquette and felt the ancient atmosphere, which made him understand various truths more accurately.
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In Zhu Yi's pupils, it seemed as if the light was extinguished and became even more dazzling the next moment.
His left eye suddenly turned pitch black, and all the whites of his pupils disappeared, like the most secluded dark abyss.
But the right eye emits a strong light, which is dazzling, without any warmth, just the purest, most original, and brightest light.
The next moment, Zhu Yi's left eye suddenly shone brightly in the extreme darkness, turning into the most extreme light, filling the sky and the earth, illuminating the world for eternity.
The light in his right eye suddenly closed and turned into boundless darkness, like eternal night falling, swallowing up everything in the world.
Darkness generates light, and light generates darkness. Zhu Yi exerted the two powers of light and darkness at the same time, and then reversed the light and darkness, creating a powerful force that was almost twisted and torn.
This twisting and tearing force does not feel violent at all, but instead makes people feel a wonderful sense of noble temperament.
Zhu Yi freely controls this power, turning it into mottled words one after another in the space. The light and darkness are mixed, seemingly chaotic, but the light and darkness never interfere with each other. The brightest light and the quietest
Dark, distinct yet blended into one.
These words are continuously arranged in the air, as if they form an extremely complex giant magic circle, but also like a moral article with great literary talent.
Just as soon as it took shape, it caused the ten-foot-long figure transformed by Jiao Junchen's magic power to tremble and show signs of collapse.
In the process of Zhu Yi's article taking shape, there were faintly beautiful sounds of music, birds singing in harmony, and springs gurgling.
Jiao Junchen's face showed surprise for the first time: "Your article is enough to arouse the admiration of the ancient sages. It is the most perfect fusion of the spirit of culture and the power of Taoism."
"Okay, okay, okay!" Jiao Junchen nodded repeatedly and praised: "In the imperial examination of the Zhou Dynasty next year, if you can't go to high school, I really can't think of anyone else who can beat everyone and win the first prize in one fell swoop."
Everyone else watching the battle could only feel that Zhu Yi was about to cast an extraordinary powerful magical spell, but only Jiao Junchen could truly understand the meaning and principles contained in this spell.
After hearing Jiao Junchen's praise, Zhu Yi's face was not happy, but full of regret: "Unfortunately, my accumulation is still not enough."
In front of Jiao Junchen, Zhu Yi did not hide anything: "I can't finish this article in its entirety right now, I can only make a beginning."
"That's really a pity." Jiao Junchen also sighed sadly: "But even so, your article is extraordinary enough."
As he spoke, Jiao Junchen changed his hands and tricks continuously: "The courtesy is not enough to deal with this article of yours."
Under the influence of his magic power, the ten-foot-tall shadow in front of him suddenly straightened its back, and its body expanded again, getting taller and taller, until it reached a height of one hundred feet. With its high crown and ancient clothes, it stood tall against the sky and the earth.
"Good luck!" Jiao Junchen shouted in a low voice, and the hundred-foot-long figure saluted solemnly, with an astonishing momentum.
There are six arts in Confucianism, etiquette ranks first, there are five etiquettes, and auspicious etiquette is the highest.
Ji Li is the crown of the five rites, and is a sacrificial ceremony for gods, earth, humans and ghosts.
"Sacrifice to humans and ghosts is to offer sacrifices to ancestors; to offer sacrifices to ancestors; to sacrifice to ancestors in Chun Temple; to sacrifice to ancestors in autumn."
Jiao Junchen's expression was solemn, and the figure hundreds of feet in front of him followed him to worship again, and his momentum surged again.
"Sacrifice to the earth, the Sheji, and the Five Mountains; offer sacrifices to the mountains, forests, rivers, and swamps; offer sacrifices to all things in the four directions, and offer sacrifices to the little gods."
Jiao Junchen gathered his hands together and worshiped for the third time together with Baizhang's figure. The entire Hidden Dragon Pot space was filled with turmoil, and the will of heaven and earth seemed to be blessed on him, making his whole body exude a feeling of unity between heaven and man.
The spirit of the sky.
"Sacrifice to the gods, the masters of heaven; worship the sun, moon and stars; worship Si Zhong, Si Ming, and the Master of Rain."
Under the auspicious ceremony, the suppression of the infinite avenue was so suppressed that Zhu Yi's amazing article was almost unable to take shape. The light and dark words kept flying, but he could not continue to write the article.
Under this situation, Jiao Junchen's personal state, whether it was his magical powers or his energy and spirit, reached an unprecedented height.
With a solemn look on his face, he rode on a cloud chariot, with the faint sound of luan in harmony, and walked straight on, galloping towards Zhu Yi.
During the process of forming the cloud car, Jiao Junchen chanted loudly, stepped on mysterious steps, and actually danced on the cloud car.
Zhu Yi saw his dance steps and his body was slightly shocked: "Is this the dance of 'Cloud Gate'? The oldest of the six music, the Cloud Gate Scroll, is rumored to have been lost long ago, leaving only the title of the song. I didn't expect to see it again today."
arrive."
Jiao Junchen drove a cloud chariot and played the Yunmen movement. He waved his right hand and one word after another appeared in the air, but it happened to be six words: ritual, music, shooting, imperial, calligraphy, and counting.
He also used arithmetic techniques, constantly calculating Zhu Yi's countermeasures.
Light arrows were fired one after another, aiming directly at Zhu Yi.
The spells may seem messy, and they may be weak if they are strong, but under the blessing of Ji Li's power and artistic conception, all of them have reached a perfect and harmonious unity. The six arts are integrated into one furnace, and they are overwhelmingly attacking Zhu Yi.
It was as if the heaven and earth were rolling, and the whole world turned into a rolling torrent, filled with an unstoppable feeling.
Zhu Yi raised his eyes and looked around, feeling that he was alone and surrounded by enemies in the world.