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Chapter 18 My own way

Xu Feng transformed into Yuan Fang and started the dog-licking mode, but Huang Shang knew it well and was not so exaggerated.

Although [Yangshen] is much higher level than [Dragon Babu], he currently does not have any foundation.

It is a fantasy to say that after reading the Taoist Scriptures for just one day, one can realize some unique skill.

Fortunately, he has one more advantage than the real Huang Shang.

Vision pattern.

Many reincarnators entered the ancient world and thought they were much smarter than the ancient people.

In fact, that is not cleverness, but a pattern gap caused by different times.

This is the case now. Huang Shang not only inherited Huang Shang's peerless talent, but also understood the gap between the vitality of heaven and earth.

He had no hope of directly following the path of spiritual cultivation through the Taoist Scriptures.

If external conditions do not allow it, if you insist on thinking that you can create miracles, that is Tiehanhan.

But he can absorb the knowledge.

There are differences in the vitality of heaven and earth, but the knowledge is common.

Especially the study of the human body and the induction of the soul.

Ever since, while Huang Shang was reading, he had been sensing his soul.

This is difficult.

A strong martial artist can see inside the internal organs, meridians and acupuncture points, but if he wants to grasp the movement of the soul, the difficulty is doubled.

Because the former is an entity and truly exists, while the latter is virtual.

Huang Shang tried to use various theories of Taoism to gain continuous insights, and finally...

Didn't feel it either.

But during this period, he gained something else and felt that another force was surrounding him.

An illusory force that is different from the strength of the limbs and the qi and blood in the body.

Spiritual?

It doesn't seem very accurate.

With the idea of ​​making bold assumptions and careful verification, Huang Shang took up his pen and wrote on the paper based on his feelings:

Heaven is in good health, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement.

That power really became clear, and even had a hint of appearance.

"This can be called the literary spirit of a scholar!"

Huang Shang was so happy that he named it.

I don’t even know what I’ve learned through practice.

Maybe, this is the boss.

But it's not hard to guess.

The vast amount of basic knowledge in the "Tao Jing" allowed him to understand what cultivation is, and then to further understand himself.

How is he different from other reincarnations and plot characters?

knowledge!

Integrity and intelligence are gods. Scholars can be strong as long as their hearts are upright and strict.

The spirit of a literati can be called literary spirit.

This is his power.

On the other side, Xu Feng's eyes widened and he did not forget to report to Xu Yue. After Xu Yue heard this, his eyes were also filled with brilliant colors.

The reason why she didn't want Huang Shang to learn martial arts in this life was because she was afraid that the grandmaster would be limited to a low-level martial arts path and would have to spend a lot of money to break out of his limitations in the future.

I didn't expect this surprise to come so quickly.

"Huang Shang is not the protagonist and cannot enjoy the protagonist's series of powerful blessings, but his talents are much stronger than those of ordinary protagonists!"

"It doesn't matter if you don't have good luck, just let us be your good luck!"

"Xu Feng, protect him. The first practice is the most important. Don't interrupt it!"

Indeed, after Tian Xingjian gathered his first literary energy, Huang Shang did not stop. After thinking for a while, he continued to write vigorously.

Lines of Sanguan regular script appear on the paper.

If it were before, although this font was square and smooth, it would still be a bit rigid and rigid. After all, it was only used for exams.

But at this time, there was an added spirituality.

This is not just words, but the first application of literary style.

The first use of a scholar's power is definitely not for fighting.

But use it for learning.

At this moment, Huang Shang was filled with thoughts.

His own knowledge, coupled with Zhang Zai's careful teaching during this period, turned into a river, wandering by.

Blissful to his soul, he continued to write and finished all the Eight Trigrams of the Book of Changes:

"The terrain is poor, and a gentleman carries his wealth with kindness."

"Follow the wind and the sun, and a gentleman will act according to Deuteronomy."

"When thunder trembles gradually, a gentleman uses fear to cultivate his composure."

"Good things are like water. A gentleman starts with planning."

"Fire is like people, and a gentleman distinguishes things by their kind."

"A gentleman walks with care and determination by discerning the will of the people."

"Genshan is humble, and a gentleman will benefit from having more pou."



Since Confucius praised the Book of Changes, the Book of Changes has been regarded as a holy book by Confucianism and is the first of the Six Classics.

These eight sentences are not only hexagrams, but also the principles of human conduct, knowing the interests and dangers, knowing the advance and retreat, and breaking the secrets of heaven.

Of course, eight or sixty-four hexagrams can be derived from these eight trigrams, but Huang Shang was not greedy for too much, so what he wrote over and over again was this trigram.

Heaven and earth, wind and thunder, water, volcanoes and swamps!

After finishing writing on one piece of paper, Huang Shang pondered for a moment before spreading out the second piece of paper.

When he wrote the fifth page, the literary energy in his body followed the tip of the pen and entered the paper.

Those eight sentences actually gave off an undetectable luster.

But Huang Shang, who was fully immersed in it, didn't notice that a thin wrinkle appeared from the corner of his eye.

All the investment of energy and energy ultimately put a huge burden on his body.

If this continues, his lifespan will be greatly reduced.

Xu Feng's expression changed: "No, his physique is still ordinary, and the vitality of heaven and earth in this world is too thin. Without external supplement, he cannot bear it."

Xu Yue heard this and made a quick decision: "Feed him a red fruit."

Xu Feng was a little sour: "I treat him better than your own brother!"

Although he was mumbling, the star in his palm lit up, and a fragrant spiritual fruit immediately appeared.

Xu Feng flicked the ball directly into Huang Shang's mouth.

Compared to the inheritance of the world of [Yang Shen], although Zhu Guo is considered a natural treasure, its value is only three hundred reincarnation points.

The big head has been smashed, so why should I be stingy with the small ones?

The red fruit melts in the mouth, and a trickling warm current flows down the esophagus, spreads from the stomach to the five internal organs, and finally spreads to the limbs and bones.

Huang Shang was refreshed, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes gradually disappeared, and his writing became more and more rapid.

The sixth picture.

The seventh one.



Finally, the tenth piece was completed. When Huang Shang stopped heartily, the pen snapped and broke, but on the last piece of rough paper, there was already a faint aura lingering.

All eight sentences are filled with literary spirit.

"I need a pen, a pen that can carry literary style."

Huang Shang put down the broken pen in his hand and looked at the words on the paper, showing his heartfelt joy.

He finally has the power that suits him best.

From now on, I will no longer be a powerless scholar.

Every bit of progress in knowledge can promote the improvement of one's own strength.

The road of literary scholars with a historical orientation has also made great achievements.

Trying to suppress the joy in his heart, Huang Shang looked at Xu Feng on the bed and bowed his hands: "Thank you, Brother Xu!"

Xu Feng grinned and said: "It doesn't have to be like this, it's all for the Great Song Dynasty, the Great Song Dynasty..."

After finishing speaking, Xu Feng felt that if the favorability score was calculated as 100 points, it would still be 20 or 30 points, so he could ask about that important matter: "The four sentences that bring peace to all generations are really good. You

How did you come up with it?"

This question is really straightforward.

Huang Shang sweated silently and showed respect: "My mentor, Mr. Hengqu, takes "Yi" as his sect, "The Doctrine of the Mean" as his body, "Li" as his application, and Confucius and Mencius as his method. These four sentences are exactly

Being inspired by it is what Confucians do."

His words were ambiguous, as if he was inspired by Zhang Zai and only had four sentences, but also seemed to respect Zhang Zai's knowledge and had only four sentences.

It depends on how the individual understands it.

"This means that the space is adjusting spontaneously, and it's not like other reincarnations are also eyeing Huang Shang."

Xu Feng only knew oh oh, Xu Yue breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this and was not ready to appear.

Having Xu Feng here is enough.

One light and one dark make things easier.

In view of this, she gave Xu Feng a few words and floated out.

Staring at Huang Shang day and night these past few days, even with the energy of a star reincarnator, he was a little tired.

It's time to catch up on some sleep.

Returning to the guest room, Xu Yue frowned and opened the window to let some air in.

Due to the many secrets of the reincarnations, they did not allow the waiter to disturb them. If they did not return for a few days, there would naturally be a stale air in the guest room.

The main store where they are located, named Huixianlou, was built close to the imperial city, but it is quiet in the bustle, especially the many elegant rooms, which are famous for their tranquility and privacy.

At this moment, when Xu Yue opened the window, she subconsciously looked towards the Imperial City of the Song Dynasty.

Suddenly, her eyes froze.

Only a wisp of gray-black smoke overflowed from the gap in the palace wall, penetrated into the ground, and disappeared.

"Besides us, there are other reincarnators in the capital!"



(Please recommend and collect! The book was released early, and I had to run naked for half a month, so miserable...)


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