If Zhu Hongyan could successfully refine this small drop of original blood, his power would definitely be greatly enhanced after he woke up. Zhan Changfeng watched him for a day and saw that he was just sleeping with no other changes, so he left a trace of his spiritual consciousness and left. By the way, he knew He met his mother, Zhu Hongmei, and asked her to come over occasionally to check on the situation.
Although Zhu Hongmei did not return to her ancestors and become the Illusory Sea Spring Mirage, nor did she perfect the Desolate Heaven Technique that Zhan Changfeng initially asked her to try, she later found a suitable method and followed the path of the Dharma. The Corps was doing well.
The Yaoguang Corps is an old corps under the jurisdiction of His Highness Yaoguang. It is also a multi-dimensional corps. It recruits strong individual soldiers. They usually do more tasks of exploring secret realms, pioneering wasteland, and apprehending death criminals, but they are all Zhu Hong. Mei wants to be a general and likes freedom.
Zhan Changfeng walked on the Huangshui Continent, visited the arsenal of the Master Engineer, and inspected the void ship being developed by Wumu and other Momen disciples. Then he came to the Military Academy to check on the training progress of the disciples.
There are nearly a hundred teachers with supernatural powers and spiritual knowledge in the Military Academy. They have several Mahayana inheritances, and the teachers are comparable to those of the major sects. They are an important source of Taiyi's new power.
She had a conversation with the dean and vice-dean, and also met Bai Hen, Wen Chen, and Lu Yishan, who also came from Xiaoli Realm. These three elders have been in supernatural powers for more than three hundred years, but their qualifications are limited and they cannot achieve spiritual success. Although there is not much hope for them, they are content with the status quo and are happy to be teachers in the Military Academy.
Zhan Changfeng met many old people and was slightly touched, so he went to Xiaolijie again.
Time has passed, the floods in Zangyun Stream have receded, and large tracts of land are slightly barren. That flood affected the vitality of heaven and earth, so that Zangyun Stream, which was not a good cultivation environment before, became even worse.
Zhan Changfeng came to China again. It has become a martial and enlightened country. From the system to the actual life, the phenomenon of slavery has been eliminated.
The health of a civilization is probably reflected in parents not treating their children as private property, husbands not treating their wives as private property, and kings not treating the country as private property. When one person is no longer the slave of another person, his personality becomes more independent and his national character becomes more noble, it also fulfills the meaning of life.
When Zhan Changfeng walked past the old site of the Star Reaching Platform, she paused for a while. Back then, she lit the Star Reaching Platform, and the beacons burned across the land of China, announcing the demise of the Yin Dynasty. Now, this place has become a lively market, and there is still something in the air. It has the sweet aroma of some kind of tea.
Individual creatures, ethnic groups, collectives, or a star realm all have strong self-healing power, and will instinctively develop in a certain favorable direction after suffering pain.
When she was a member of China, she was the representative chosen by this "instinct". However, when she left China and became higher than this world, if she intervened again, would it be good or bad?
She must have felt bad subconsciously, otherwise why would she let those affiliated star realms develop freely.
Zhan Changfeng drank a cup of tea in a small shop, then activated the secret key and came to the Ancient Heaven. He walked through the exclusive teleportation array of the Holy Land in the Ancient Heaven and went to the Spring and Autumn Plight.
The Confucian Mountain Gate stands on a gorgeous and psychedelic lake. Without the token, no boat can cross it.
She took out the token she had won on Studying Wanjuan Island and said, "King Linyao, I came here with the order to enter your sect's Sutra Pavilion and feast your eyes on it."
A gatekeeper appeared in the aurora, "Your distinguished guest is here. Please go into the welcoming booth and wait a moment. I will notify the deacon at the gate to guide you."
A road is spread out on the lake, and a pavilion appears at the end.
Zhan Changfeng sat in the pavilion for a while. A courtyard appeared next to the stone stairs under the pavilion, and there was a monk named Xu Ruoqingfeng.
He cupped his fists and said, "Hang Xiuyou, the deacon of Xizangjing Pavilion, is here to lead the way for King Linyao."
"Good work."
When Zhan Changfeng stepped into the courtyard, his eyes were filled with mountain scenery and fairy clouds. On the way to the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion, warning quotes were placed at intervals along the road. They had far-reaching meanings and were all written by Ling Jian.
Seeing that the senior was interested in the calligraphy treasures on the roadside, Hang Xiuyou said, "This road is called Zhixian Road. Disciples who step into Lingjian can leave calligraphy treasures on the roadside. So far, this road has There are thirty-six thousand calligraphy treasures."
In other words, after Confucianism settled in the miserable state of the Spring and Autumn Period, it produced 36,000 spiritual guides.
Only one spiritual mirror can be produced out of ten thousand supernatural powers, so this number is quite high.
"Your sect has a long history and is full of talented people. Like a towering tree, it should be the first in the world."
"Don't dare." Hang Xiuyou shook his head with a smile and praised, "King Linyao can exorcise the word spirit for his own use in a short period of time. He must be a very talented person and a very talented person."
"Not as good as the disciples of your sect."
When they arrived at the Sutra Collection Pavilion on the top of the mountain, Hang Xiu said, "There are eight floors in the pavilion. King Linyao can read them all, please."
Zhan Changfeng stepped into the Sutra Pavilion and saw many Confucian disciples stopping and wandering in front of the bookshelf, holding jade slips and books in their hands.
When they saw an outsider entering the pavilion, they all cast doubtful glances. Perhaps the deacon sent a message to explain. After they understood, they stopped paying much attention to Zhan Changfeng.
Zhan Changfeng planned to spend half a year recuperating and increasing his knowledge. He thought that reading could combine both aspects, so he came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
Without the distraction of his sight, Zhan Changfeng happily plunged into this vast ocean and absorbed endless knowledge.
She reads books very fast and can finish a book in two or three breaths.
This terrifying reading speed made some Confucian monks dissatisfied. They thought that she had desecrated the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with her perfunctory attitude of swallowing jujube. They immediately came forward to express their dissatisfaction.
Zhan Changfeng took a book he had read and interpreted it, leaving all the Confucian monks speechless.
A Confucian monk was not convinced and went to get an ancient book with obscure content. Zhan Changfeng flipped through it and listed its essentials in a clear and logical manner. The monks were finally convinced.
Zhan Changfeng heard that on the eighth floor of the Sutra Pavilion, the difficulty and rarity of the content increased gradually, so he went directly to the eighth floor.
The ancient books and jade slips in this layer involved the history and secrets of the world, as well as a lot of ancient technical knowledge that had been lost in the outside world, which opened her eyes.
After spending three months with such relish, she saw the sixth floor from the eighth floor, sighing that she was arrogant for wanting to read all the books in the Sutra Pavilion in half a year.
A monk saw the beautiful man among the bookshelves and hesitated, "Fellow Taoist Zhan."
Zhan Changfeng closed the book in his hand and turned around to look, "It's Cen Xi, long time no see."
"Hahaha, I heard that an outsider came to the Sutra Pavilion who turned over books very quickly. I didn't expect it to be you." Cen Xi didn't go to Ancient Heavenly Court and didn't know about the rewards for studying on Wanjuan Island, but this didn't stop him. Surprise, "We haven't seen each other for probably hundreds of years."
"You can go back to the mountains and seas a few more times when you have time, and you can also meet Jiang Jin for wine."
"I know, I went back once a hundred years ago, but I heard that King Linyao was nowhere to be found."
Zhan Changfeng chuckled and nodded at the tables and chairs by the aisle, "Come, sit down here and chat."
