"I saw how charming the green mountains were. I expected that the green mountains would see me as they should."
Marquis Wenwu's Mansion is located in an exquisite wing in the west wing, and the sound of Lang Lang reading can be heard in the distance.
It was the winter moon, and the fragrant coals were burning in the luxurious copper brazier, bringing a hint of warmth to the huge room.
There is a picture of mountains and rivers hanging on the wall, by a famous artist, which coincides with the trend of the ninety-nine states in the world. Looking at it for a long time can cultivate the mind of observing the sky.
As you look closer, you can see a table rug made of Arctic snow fox fur, spread across the table made of purple nanmu.
And a pair of slender knuckles were turning the pages of the book on them.
This is a boy about fifteen or sixteen years old.
He was dressed luxuriously, with a ruddy complexion, and his delicate eyebrows were slightly raised, as if he had read a poem that touched his heart.
The charcoal fire burned slightly, and the young man read for two full hours before closing the book and sighing softly:
"Although the poems are beautiful, they always feel like the illusion of a prosperous age, full of untruth and untrue meaning."
He stood up and looked around at the gorgeous and hidden-style rooms, wondering what he was thinking.
"Dong dong dong."
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and a boy gently pushed the door open and said:
"Master Yi, I want you to go to his study."
"Father is back?"
The young man who was called Master Yi couldn't help but be startled when he heard this.
He knew that Hong Xuanji often didn't return home these days, but he didn't expect that he would come back quietly today.
Speaking of which, he hadn't seen Hong Xuanji for a long time.
"Give me a moment."
For a while, Hong Yi straightened his clothes, changed his clothes into a sachet, and hung it around his waist.
His decent and neat clothes were reflected in front of the bronze mirror, and the slightest trace of incense smoke diluted the ink on his body.
The young man knew that his father attached great importance to etiquette, and if his clothes were not straight, he would be scolded.
"Let's go."
After half a stick of incense, the young man nodded to the servant and stepped out of the room.
He is the destined son of Yangshen World, Hong Yi.
Time flies, sixteen years have passed by since he came to this world thirty thousand miles east with his purple energy.
In the past ten years or so, Hong Yi has not shown anything beyond ordinary people. Although he caused a sensation in China at first, over time, he became ordinary people and did not show up in the world.
When people talk about it, they just think that something happened in the world that day, and that the young master of Hong Mansion just happened to be born at that time.
In addition, Hong Mansion is the home of Marquis Wenwu after all, so even the current emperor has not paid much attention to it, and some people with sneaky intentions dare not come to explore.
"It's getting colder."
Hong Yi followed the boy's lead, breathed into his palm, and walked quickly inside the mansion.
Although it was winter, this year's winter was colder than previous years, which made him feel slightly uncomfortable.
But no matter how cold the weather is, this huge Marquis Wenwu Mansion does not look deserted at all.
This mansion covers an area of a hundred acres, and the terrain is extremely open. A statue made by a famous craftsman is located according to a mysterious formation, forming an encirclement.
The water pavilion in front of the eaves catches water droplets when it rains, forming a scene of falling bead curtains.
When it's sunny, it blocks the heat and dissipates the heat, which is extremely comfortable.
Even the masonry on the floor is made of expensive black steel rock, making it difficult for ordinary martial artists to damage it.
And the servants and servants who were hurriedly passing by in the mansion all had sharp eyes and slightly bulging temples, obviously possessing a good level of cultivation.
Every plant and tree in Marquis Wenwu's Mansion is of the utmost style, which ordinary people can never match.
However, Hong Yi had grown up here since he was a child, so he naturally didn't care much about what he saw in front of him.
Not long after, he walked to Hong Xuanji's study.
"Crunch!"
The dark red door reveals the extraordinary nature of this room.
As soon as he stepped in, Hong Yi restrained all his emotions and said nothing.
The study was decorated very elegantly, with a large collection of books. There was a screen in the center, and there seemed to be a painting of an faceless woman on it.
Hong Yi rarely enters this study, and the last time seemed to be three years ago.
He walked past the screen and saw a man who was about middle-aged but extremely energetic and whose appearance was almost like his own.
At the same time, the man's eyes also looked towards him.
"Father is fine."
Hong Yi saluted quickly, feeling in his heart that his father Hong Xuanji's eyes were becoming more and more unsettling.
It seemed like a king of gods patrolling the sky. Even if he looked at it directly, it was not something he could bear.
Although Hong Xuanji had been very kind to him since his birth, Hong Yi always felt that the way his father looked at him occasionally was a bit scary.
It always seemed to have a touch of sophistication and was filled with a meaning that he couldn't understand when he was young.
Until now, he still had some difficulty grasping the meaning in his eyes.
After a greeting, Hong Xuanji did not answer directly, his eyes just fell sideways.
As a result, the atmosphere in the study suddenly became extremely quiet, and you could hear a pin drop.
"Is it possible that my father found out about my horse racing trip to Xishan a few days ago?"
Hong Yi lowered his head, muttering inwardly, not daring to express his anger, obviously thinking that something would happen today.
He even thought of how he secretly ran out to have fun some time ago and was discovered by his father after returning home.
"Yi'er, how's your reading going?"
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Hong Xuanji suddenly speak.
As soon as he finished speaking, the heaviness in the air quickly disappeared.
"I have been reading diligently these days."
Hong Yi felt relieved, but he didn't expect that Hong Xuanji didn't ask him anything else, but asked this question.
"Father, I will test you today. Listen."
Hong Xuanji did not comment, tapped the table and said:
"What is God's will?"
"God willing..."
Hong Yi had a look of composure on his face, but after hearing this question, he suddenly stopped.
God's will has been difficult to ask since ancient times. This is something that every scholar knows.
But even the wise old Confucians and those who have studied the past and the present dare not say that they understand God's will.
How could a young man like him, who had just turned fifteen or sixteen, be able to answer such a question?
For a moment, Hong Yi did not dare to look at Hong Xuanji and could only hesitate.
"Hmph! You can't answer these questions, and you dare to say that you have been studying hard all the time? Huh?"
But suddenly, Hong Xuanji slammed the table, like a flat thunder, exploding with a faint sound in the void.
His calm expression suddenly became as heavy as water, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes, which shocked Hong Yi's body.
"Father...are you angry?"
Hong Yi lowered his head even further, not daring to express his anger. He felt that Hong Xuanji was really weird today.
What is God's will and how can he know it?
I'm afraid only the medieval scholars would dare to give the answer!
For a time, a little panic and a hint of dissatisfaction slowly rose in Hong Yi's heart.
In the past ten years, although Hong Xuanji had been harsh to him, he had never been so angry.
He has always been in awe of his father, neither speaking nor speaking.
"Go back and copy the Heart Sutra on Governance a hundred times. If you don't finish it, you won't have to come for dinner today."
Just when Hong Yi was worried, Hong Xuanji, who looked angry, knocked on the table again and seemed to let out a long sigh, but in the end he did not continue to approach.
He waved his hand and signaled Hong Yi to leave the study.
"My child, please leave..."
Seeing this, Hong Yi quickly turned around and left. As soon as he walked out of the door, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, and his clothes were soaked through!
"Father, what's wrong?"
Looking at the gloomy clouds on the horizon, Hong Yi felt that the sun was extremely dim today. The sunlight did not bring any warmth to people, but was instead deep and cold.
He did not ask the servant to follow him back to his room, but left silently.
As soon as he entered the door, he sat on the desk, obviously his mind was not calm yet.
"I can memorize thousands of poems and poems, and my essays are so good that I am afraid I will be able to come to the Shisanhualou. The collection of classics and history is also thorough. Although I dare not say that I have won three yuan in a row, there is no problem in the provincial examination and the general examination. My father does not ask me these things. You want to ask me about God’s will...it’s simply making things difficult for you!”
Hong Yi recalled Hong Xuanji's suddenly furious look in his mind. At that moment, he seemed to see a war-torn battlefield, with thousands of troops rushing to kill.
The pressure emanating from the depths of his soul made him shaken and difficult to calm down.
After that, he did not leave the room and began to copy the fines honestly.
It wasn't until late at night that he put down his brush. The tiredness and sleepiness in his eyes became heavier and heavier.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to see Taoist Master tonight..."
Hong Yi opened the door, looked at the stars in the night sky, and sighed to himself.
The Net of All Beings Regardless of their age, all intelligent beings can see the majestic Taoist form in the infinite golden light.
But you must be full of energy and spirit to be able to withstand the pressure of the Taoist master.
It was not until his mind matured that he could endure ten breaths in front of the Taoist Master and acquire the technique of the Tiger Demon Powerful Fist.
Even ordinary servants in his family can obtain this kind of skill.
In addition, Hong Xuanji did not deliberately let him learn martial arts, and he had not paid attention to it.
But today, he suddenly wanted to see the Taoist Prime Minister again.
"If you are a Taoist master, you will naturally know what God's will is..."
Hong Yi stood there for a long time, until the moon was in the middle of the sky, and then he washed himself and went to bed.
As soon as his eyes closed, a deep sleep came over him, and soon he fell asleep.
The interplay of light and shadow creates endless confusion.
Opening his eyes, Hong Yi saw the almost endless grid in the void, and even a layer of shadows that seemed to flow like time.
All living beings in Middle Earth have this kind of image in their dreams.
"Tao Master..."
Hong Yi stood still in the Net of All Beings. Suddenly his eyes flashed and he saw the Taoist Master in front of him who had seen him countless times.
The body is like the condensation of heaven and earth, and the face is like a heavenly being coming to the world. It also carries an extremely lofty temperament and majesty. The pair of horns on its head seem to be full of infinite power.
I just didn't expect that he would be able to see this Dharma image today despite his unstable mind.
"Praise to the Taoist Lord."
Hong Yi saluted sincerely towards the Taoist Master, and immediately a raging wind suddenly rose around him, and the coercion of testing all living beings suddenly rose up.
Over the past few hundred years, I heard that even ghosts and immortals at the Nine Tribulations level will feel the pressure of the corresponding level.
All living beings, no one can avoid it.
"Um?"
But just when Hong Yi was fully prepared and was about to take over the Tao Master's pressure, he saw that the Tao Master who had never had any communication with him or the world suddenly moved.
Those eyes that seemed to see through all laws and all causes and effects in the world, just panned and fell on him!
"this..."
In an instant, all the pressure around him disappeared, but an unspeakable fear arose deep in Hong Yi's heart, as if there was a real shock that transcended the essence of life, covering his whole body!
It was like a divine dragon traveling in the nine heavens, suddenly lowered its gaze and looked at an ant in the ant body!
This kind of description is far less shocking than Hong Yi's heart at this moment!
He felt that the look he saw in Hong Xuanji during the day was nothing compared to this look!
The Taoist Prime Minister is alive!
“The will of God is the will of the people.”
At this moment, a voice that seemed to emerge from deep within his heart echoed.
Hong Yi only felt that in his dream, his whole body felt cold, as if he was falling into an abyss.
The Taoist Master spoke to himself!
He saw the Taoist Master's lips opening and closing, and he actually said something to himself!
And...God's will is public opinion?
Boom!
Like a thunder tearing through the sky, Hong Yi felt his eyes darken, and his entire consciousness suddenly fell out of dreamland.
"Boom!"
He suddenly woke up from his bed and heard thunder exploding in the distance.
In the real world, there was thunder.
"God's will...will..."
Hong Yi gasped for breath, his originally rosy face turned a little pale, and his whole body seemed to be depleted of energy and blood.
The thunder outside the window became louder and louder.
Thunder in winter must be unusual.
Combining the appearance of the Taoist master he just saw and what the Taoist master said to himself, Hong Yi suddenly stood up and walked to the table step.
With the pen in hand, five big characters with a hint of elegance appeared on the paper.
God's will is public opinion.
As soon as these words were completed, the thunder in the distant sky seemed to increase dozens of times again.
Thunder snakes that seemed to be destroying the world rose up one after another from the depths of the clouds, turning the entire night into day.
woo woo woo woo!
There was a roaring and wailing sound in the void, like the roar of ghosts and gods.
Suddenly there were shouts of surprise and panic outside, and the servants in the Hong Mansion all walked out of the house, looking at the thunder snake that resounded throughout Yujing City, and started talking about it.
But Hong Yi did not take another step out of the mansion. Instead, he stood still in a daze.
Vaguely, he felt that all these changes were caused by these five words.
Moreover, in the depth of his mind, there was suddenly a new skill that he had never seen before. Those characters seemed to spread from the soul to the depths of the aura of his nature, which could not be dispersed or eliminated.
Xuanyuan Seal of Living Beings!
...
The place of origin, the magnificent golden bridge spanning this shore and the other shore, shines brightly.
The power of countless hours turned into sand, seemingly wiping out all things, but none of it could flow to the bridge.
At the top of the middle pole of the bridge, Duan Zhen and the Changsheng Emperor were sitting opposite each other, their auras both mysterious and heavy, even the ordinary Yang Shen felt obscure.
"God's will is public opinion, which is not bad at all."
At this moment, the Immortal Emperor smiled slightly, holding a black chess piece transformed from the Sands of Time in his hand, and looked at Duan Zhen.
There was a chessboard in front of him, and a piece had already been dropped.
"All living beings are not chess pieces, public opinion is God's will."
Duan Zhen looked at the chessboard in front of him and shook his head slowly, without any intention of making a move.
He never plays chess, let alone the power flowing in the web of living beings, why should he play chess with the Immortal Emperor?
"Holding black and white is also the change of all living beings."
Emperor Changsheng saw that Duan Zhen didn't want to make a move and had no other intention, so he picked up another sand of time, turned it into a white piece, and pressed it on the chess board.
He has been around since ancient times, and his incarnation through projection can be compared to the Yang God. The Tao he has seen and understood cannot be overturned by Duan Zhen's words.
For a moment, light and shadow appeared on the bridge on the other side, and the endless mysterious power fell on the chessboard, echoing in the infinite origin.
"Useless work."
Duan Zhen closed his eyes again and allowed the Emperor Changsheng to hold black in one hand and white in the other.
He is not a chess piece, a chess player, or a spectator.
Only when you are detached from the outside world can you feel at ease.
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