Under the scorching sun, Qin Yu's body seemed to be covered with a layer of golden gauze, like a man stepping out of the sun, with golden light behind him.
Especially when looking at Qin Yu from the perspective of the crowd below, there is the sun behind Qin Yu, and the two form a line. Under the stimulation of the scorching sun, everyone's eyes become dizzy after looking at it for a long time, and several golden afterimages appear on Qin Yu's figure.
, and as Qin Yu’s handprints changed, he looked like the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara.
"When the Wenchang Tower comes out, a line of literary fortune will be passed down from generation to generation, start!" Qin Yu formed his handprints, looked in a certain direction, and shouted softly.
As Qin Yu said these words, in the direction where his eyes met, a strong wind suddenly blew from the top of the seven-story stone tower of Smith College, University of London. The strong wind rolled up, and a blue light shot out from the brush tip at the top of the stone tower.
, heading in one direction, and that direction is where Qin Yu is now.
This cyan light pierced the sky of London, but because of the sunshine, the citizens in urban London did not notice it.
Qin Yu's eyes immediately fell on the cyan light coming towards him. Seeing the appearance of this cyan light, the corners of Qin Yu's mouth turned up slightly. He stretched out his left hand, grabbed the cyan light, and held it in his hand.
In the palm of your hand.
After holding the cyan light, Qin Yu did not stop there. He turned his gaze in another direction and formed a hand seal in the same way. After a while, another cyan light flew towards him.
One, two, three... In the end, a total of nine cyan rays were held in Qin Yu's palm. After holding these nine rays, Qin Yu's face became serious. These nine rays were in his palm.
It keeps beating everywhere, and it is possible to escape at any time.
These nine rays of light are not ordinary existences. They are the green rays of literary fortune, which are the essence of the literary fortune of the other nine colleges of the University of London.
Cultural luck is a very special existence that only exists in schools. It can even be said to be the foundation of a school. If cultural luck exists, the school will exist. If cultural luck disappears, the school will not exist. If cultural luck is strong, the school will be strong. If cultural luck is weak, the school will be strong.
The school is weak.
What Qin Yu has to do now is to gather the literary talents of the other nine colleges of the University of London at the top of the Wenchang Tower. Only in this way can he achieve his goal.
"What is the cyan light in Master Qin's hand and where does it come from?"
The picture of Qin Yu grabbing these nine rays of light was watched by everyone at the scene below. How could these Feng Shui masters understand what Wen Yun was? In other words, they had never seen Wen Yun in their lives.
Of course I can't recognize it.
"Master, do you know what this cyan light is?" Zhong Tao asked his master Qian Lao.
"This is cultural luck." Mr. Qian put away the shock in his eyes and replied softly.
"Wen Yun? Master, your Wen Yun is not illusory, and it is impossible for anyone to find it. How did Master Qin do it?" Zhong Tao was even more shocked after hearing his master's words.
"I don't know either." Mr. Qian shook his head, his expression became serious, he looked at Zhong Tao and said, "Master Qin can't look at people like this with ordinary people's eyes."
Zhong Tao listened to his master's words and nodded in agreement. Master Qin had such high attainments at this age. He could be regarded as a myth. Now that he can seize literary luck, it seems that it is not so difficult to accept.
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"As long as what happens to Master Qin, no matter how unbelievable it is, I can accept it now." Zhang Jingtian sighed while listening to the conversation between Master Qian and his apprentice.
Teacher Qian nodded in agreement, and the three of them looked at Qin Yu in the sky again.
"Nine stars in a row gather luck into a pen and condense it!"
Qin Yu held the nine rays of literary luck tightly in his left hand and stared at his left hand with his eyes. However, Qin Yu's expression soon became serious. He found that these nine rays of literary luck collided with each other and there was no way they could be condensed together.
"What went wrong?" Qin Yu frowned and thought. There are detailed records about literary movement in Zhuge Neijing, and it also mentioned how to gather literary movement. Everything he did before was done according to the records of Zhuge Neijing, but
This last step is stuck.
"According to the description of Zhuge Neijing, it should be possible to bring these nine literary fortunes together. Which step is wrong?"
Qin Yu carefully recalled the step-by-step process, but still could not find out where the loophole was. His frowning expression fell in the eyes of Meng Yao below, and Meng Yao's expression also became nervous.
Meng Yao knew Qin Yu very well. Under normal circumstances, Qin Yu would frown so tightly only when encountering extremely difficult things. Could it be that Qin Yu has encountered a problem now?
"Qin Yu, I believe you can do it." Meng Yao hid the worried look in her eyes, looked at Qin Yu, and whispered to herself.
"Jushi Qin seems to have encountered a problem."
It was not only Meng Yao who noticed that Qin Yu had a problem, but also Master Zhiren. When Master Zhiren saw Qin Yu's frown, he understood that Qin Yu must have encountered a problem.
"Master Qin, why are you standing there motionless? What are you doing?"
"I don't know. Maybe I'm waiting for a good time. Don't you have to choose the time a lot of times? Maybe Master Qin is waiting for a good time."
"That's right."
Qin Yu could no longer hear the discussion in the crowd. At this time, Qin Yu's mind was full of searching for what went wrong. He did not have much time left. Qin Yu could feel that if he could not find a way to condense the literary fortune in his left hand,
Together, literary fortune will soon escape from his grasp.
Qin Yu subconsciously glanced at the crowd below. At this glance, his expression suddenly froze, and then a bright light flashed in his eyes, "I finally know what the reason is."
The corners of Qin Yu's mouth raised slightly. After working for a long time, he forgot a very important reason. This is not in the East, but in the West. This is the biggest problem. It has crossed the line.
"Yeah, that's the only way it can be."
Qin Yu gave a bitter smile, clenched his right hand into a fist, stretched out his index finger and pointed it at his left hand, gritted his teeth, and a drop of blood dripped from his right index finger and fell directly into the palm of his left hand.
"Another drop of blood essence." Qin Yu looked at the blood dripping into the cyan light in his left palm, with a hint of physical pain on his face. This drop of blood was not ordinary blood, but the essence blood on his body. Drop by drop
Just one drop missing.
However, Qin Yu had no choice but to do this. The method of condensing literary fortune he had mastered was unique to the East, and now he could only use his own blood to condense it.
As soon as the essence and blood dropped into the light of cultural luck, Qin Yu felt that the light of cultural luck in his palm no longer collided so violently, and there was a faint tendency to begin to merge.
"Nine stars in a row gather luck into a pen and condense it!"
This time, with Qin Yu's clear drink, nine cyan rays began to slowly condense, and finally formed the shape of a cyan writing brush, which was held by Qin Yu in his hand.
Qin Yu held the cyan writing brush in his hand. After looking at it for a while, he slowly walked to the middle of the book-style building on the top of the stone tower, squatted down and placed the cyan writing brush on the building.
When the cyan writing brush fell on the building, it suddenly emitted a bright light. Even under the sun, this light was still so dazzling that it even overshadowed the sunlight. For a moment, everyone saw the cyan light.
It shrouded the sky, covering the entire sky.
"The green light is shining, and the literary fortune is continuous." Qin Yu also showed a hint of joy on his face. The last step was finally completed. Now, he is waiting to see the result.
Qin Yu turned around, left the top of the tower, walked down step by step, and stood on the ground again.
"Open the tower door!"
After Qin Yu landed, he made a gesture in a certain direction, and the stone door of Wenchang Tower rose again. The fifty-six stone doors on the seventh floor reopened. Qin Yu stared at these stone doorways intently.
Not long after, green light circulated in the tower. Not only Qin Yu, but also everyone else could clearly see it. The green light circulated throughout the tower, radiating in all directions, making everyone dazzled.
"Wenchang Pagoda has gained the cultural fortune, and it's time for Kuixing to show up." Qin Yu touched his chin and said.
PS: The update is late. Sorry, this chapter has been stuck for a long time. I deleted it and wrote it and deleted it. I always feel a little dissatisfied. There are two more updates tonight! (To be continued)