In addition, Taoism, Confucianism, Mohism, Legalism, and military strategists were all divided into dozens of small schools. Although the leaders of these schools were hiding very covertly, they were still found by the all-pervasive paper mannequin clones. They were all captured by Hu Erniang and locked up in the palace.
In a flash, a few days passed.
On the eve of the rejuvenation of Qianshoucao, Hu Erniang went out for the last time and brought back a man of a strange school from Songhai, the novelist Ying Yang.
According to "Han Shu" written by Ban Gu. "Yi Wen Zhi", the flow of novelists is based on barnyard officials; street talk is created by hearsay. To put it bluntly, novelists come from the ranks of barnyard officials. What he did was mainly to record folk conversations and report them to his superiors.
In an ordinary hall, candles are brightly lit, and a breeze blows in from time to time, causing the candlelight to sway. Standing on the jade steps, Chu Feng looked at the sallow-looking novelist Ying Yang for a long time, and then asked calmly: "What's the meaning of the name Ying Yang?"
Standing in the main hall, the trembling Ying Yang heard the question and cupped his hands in response: "Hui Xian Chang, "Poetry Daya Ming Dynasty" has a saying, Wei Master honors his father, Shi Wei Ying Yang. My name is, That’s how it came about.”
Chu Feng, who was unfamiliar with the Book of Songs, understood this sentence at once because he was fluent in human language - the army led by Shang's father was brave and good at fighting, as majestic and heroic as an eagle spreading its wings. (Shangfu is referring to Jiang Ziya, and the person who said this is King Wu of Zhou.)
"How many novelists are there? Who is the leader?"
When the question came to the main topic, Chu Feng's expression became serious.
Ying Yang shook his head, and a look of reminiscence appeared on his face with traces of time.
"My ancestors were all officials for six generations and were called novelists by the world. When it came to my generation, they gave up literature and turned to martial arts. I served as a captain in Qi State for several years. Later, Qi State was destroyed, and I returned to my hometown to work on farming. To make a living. The immortal asked me who is the head of the novelist, and to be honest, I don’t know either."
After listening to Ying Yang's words, Chu Feng was speechless for a while. The novelist's sense of existence was too weak, and there was no need to arrest him at all. But since we have brought them here, it would be better to place them there.
"In this case, Pindao will write you a letter of recommendation, and you can go to Emperor Qin to seek an official position."
As Chu Feng spoke, he took out a pen and paper from the bottle of wish power, wrote a few lines in a flash, attached the spiritual energy, and passed it to Ying Yang.
"When you get near Xianyang Palace, this letter of recommendation will automatically fly into the palace. Go ahead."
"Thank you, Immortal"
Yingyang cupped his hands and left with a grateful look on his face.
What Chu Feng didn't expect was that a few days later, because of his recommendation, Ying Yang became the Zuo Zhonglang general in charge of the palace guards and one of the three Zhonglang generals.
The next morning, the sky was blue and the Epang Palace was quiet. Occasionally, a few variegated birds landed by the stream between the pavilions and pavilions to look for food.
Chu Feng, wearing a brand-new Taoist robe, passed through the squares and came to the palace where the small Bagua furnace was placed, with the slightest fragrance floating in the air. Every breath gives people a feeling of rising into the sky.
"Open the furnace"
Chu Feng shouted calmly, and after an unpleasant friction sound, the lid of the small bagua stove slowly rose, and vigorous purple gas came out. During this period, it kept changing its shape, looking like a tiger or a soaring snake. , like a magical turtle, constantly winding and entangled. Gradually, the vision around the stove became blurred.
Chu Feng was about to step forward when suddenly, three colorful spiritual birds flew out of the purple air, filled with a strange sense of beauty. This was the first time Chu Feng had seen such beautiful birds, and he couldn't help but stare at them. Not long after, three spiritual birds flapped their wings and flew outward.
"No, this is not a vision. The vision has passed. This is an elixir."
Chu Feng hurriedly chased after him. Different from the past, this time the elixir was extremely difficult to catch. He missed it twice from the entrance of the palace, went to the back of Afang Palace, accidentally hit the stone statue, and then went to the bank of the Weishui River, stirring up thousands of waves. It took Chu Feng a lot of effort to chase back the three golden Thousand-year-old Grass Returning Pills.
Back at the palace, Chu Feng thought of a question, who should he ask to test the medicine? It was his first time to refine Qianshou Cao Huan Dan, and the quality could not be guaranteed. Maybe the longevity medicine would turn into a life-threatening medicine. After thinking for a long time, Xiaomeng, Xifu, Hu Erniang, and Tianming were eliminated one by one by Chu Feng.
"It seems that we are looking for that sow again. It seems that we haven't seen it for a while."
Chu Feng's figure blurred for a while, and soon he was in mid-air, stepping on the auspicious clouds, and suddenly crossed the white-capped Wei River, east of Xianyang City, flashed past the floating fairy mountain, and returned to the ageless world of modern time and space through the time and space channel. Peak, passing by old Taoist temples, rock walls covered with vines on waterfalls, and steep and vast mountains. Chu Feng plunged into the deep canyon.
The ever-rising dense mountain air is like a magical gauze curtain, delicate and graceful. Chu Feng, who was eager to find the wild sow, had no intention of admiring it, but after walking around, he found no trace of the wild sow.
Did he run out of the snow mountain? Chu Feng felt a little uneasy in his heart.
After searching more than a dozen mountain cols and canyons, but still finding nothing, Chu Feng's uneasiness turned into worry. If the wild sow had undergone unknown changes and escaped from the Snowy Mountains, it would be the same as a mud cow entering the sea.
"No, look for it again"
Chu Feng returned to the deep and twisting canyon and searched from beginning to end, but still found nothing.
Standing on the waterfall at the back of the mountain, watching the fierce waves repeatedly hitting the rocks. Chu Feng frowned slightly, wondering what he was thinking.
Suddenly, Chu Feng's heart moved, and he forgot something. Taoist temples, the foundation of the past, are the places most prone to darkness under the lamp.
Not long after, Chu Feng came to the Taoist temple where he had not lived for a long time. Since the spiritual field had been removed, the Taoist temple was no different from before. The dust and leaves on the ground showed that no one had lived there for a long time.
After pushing open the doors and entering each courtyard, there was no trace of the wild sow.
Chu Feng was about to fly up to check when he suddenly heard a humming sound.
“In that previous yard”
Chu Feng's figure flashed and appeared in the previous courtyard. He happened to see the wild sow squatting on the ground in the previous spiritual field, and more than two feet of soil had been turned up around it. The courtyard looks very miserable
"evil animal"
Chu Feng raised his hand and released a burst of spiritual energy, which knocked the wild sow away more than three feet and damaged many things.
The rough-skinned wild sow rolled over, and when she saw Chu Feng, she was so frightened that her whole body trembled.
"Evil beast, test the medicine"
Chu Feng took out a Thousand-year-old Grass Returning Pill from the Willing Power Bottle that could extend one's life for a thousand years, but could also kill someone instantly, and threw it on the ground.
Perhaps thinking of the previous scene, the fear in the wild sow's eyes grew stronger, and it trembled and kept retreating.
