After reading the entire article, Li Shenguang and Xie Wenyuan were shocked both physically and mentally, and could not escape from this emotion for a long time.
Heaven is in good health, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement...to carry forward the unique teachings of the past saints...
These exquisite words do not need anyone's explanation. You can know at a glance that they are completely consistent with the thoughts of the scholars.
Hundreds of Saints chime in unison!
If this kind of article doesn't have a hundred saints singing together, what else can it do?
"Zhu Yi, based on this article of yours, from today onwards you can reach the level of a sage. It may be an exaggeration to say that you are one of the true disciples, but you are definitely worthy of the title of 'sub-sage' .”
Xie Wenyuan looked at the young man in front of him with reverence.
At this time, Li Shenguang hurriedly asked someone to seal the paper and said:
"Zhu Yi, the number one scholar in the world's imperial examination this time must be you. If Yasheng is not the number one scholar, no one in the world will be able to explain to you."
Zhu Yi sent these people away with a smile.
At this time, a mysterious voice slowly rolled in his head:
"Complete the mission, trigger the chorus of hundreds of saints during the world's great exam, and reward the immortals for practicing all the acupuncture techniques..."
Immediately, a picture like a star map of the human body appeared in Zhu Yi's mind. A total of one thousand, two hundred and ninety-six acupuncture techniques, as well as a secret method for understanding all acupoints, all appeared in the sea of mind. middle.
It was when Zhu Yi realized the secret method of physical acupoints in his heart.
…
Yang Pan and Hong Xuanji on the other side looked at Zhu Yiwen who was sent over by Li Shenguang not long ago.
After Yang Panda took a look, his eyes first flashed with shock and shock at the theory of the Book of Changes, but then, it quickly turned into an extremely gloomy look:
"Xuanji, how could this happen, why, why it was not your son who caused the chorus of hundreds of saints, but this one named Zhu Yi!!"
Hong Xuanji also looked extremely moved, with turbulent emotions:
"It shouldn't be, absolutely shouldn't be. How could Teacher Creation be wrong? Hong Yi is the son of the era, but at this time..."
He looked at the I Ching written by Zhu Yi.
Even at his level, he had to admit that this theory was helpful to his martial arts.
Suddenly, Hong Xuanji's eyes flashed:
"No, I'm going to see what's going on with Zhu Yi. There's definitely something wrong with him. There's a big problem with this matter!!"
As he spoke, murderous intent appeared between Hong Xuanji's brows:
"The son of Era must be my son Hong Yi. This Zhu Yi cannot be kept!!"
Yang Pan's face also turned cold and he said:
"Not bad, but..."
His tone paused:
"We can't take action today. Today is the day when my Daqian imperial examination begins. This Zhu Yi has caused such a vision. Hundreds of saints chirped together, which is equivalent to becoming a saint in the eyes of scholars. If we kill him in public, the world will be shocked. There will be chaos.”
Hong Xuanji bowed and said coldly: "Your Majesty, don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion and will not let the court's face be damaged."
…………
The sky rains, ghosts and gods cry, hundreds of saints sing in unison...
These visions have had a huge impact on people all over the world.
Almost that day, all the candidates who took part in the scientific examination seemed to be going crazy, shouting:
"This is an unprecedented event in the literary world. Quickly, we must find out who wrote the article among these essays to such an extent that we are lucky enough to be referenced in the same year as the sage!"
After all, this matter could not be hidden, and soon Zhu Yi's name spread throughout Yujing City.
I had to take part in the scientific examination with my family, and Yujing City is the core of the world. In just half a day, Zhu Yi's name became a household name.
Yasheng!
This name was almost accepted by everyone that day.
After the scientific examination, thousands of scholars and scholars, as well as many scholars in the capital, went crazy to find Zhu Yi's residence and pay homage to the sage.
Sunny day and daylight.
Hong Yi walked out of the Gongyuan with a dazed look on his face and stood on the street. Seeing the thousands of scholars cheering for "Zhu Yi"'s name, he felt numb in his heart.
"Zhu Yi..."
He also knew the name of the person who wrote the article "Hundred Saints Ming", which made the gods rain and ghosts cry.
"Same name as me."
Hong Yi thought of the sharp pain he felt when he was writing the article, as if something had been taken away by someone else.
"Obviously... I am the one who should be among the Hundred Saints... Is this Zhu Yi the person who is destined to conflict with me?"
Hong Yi clenched his fists fiercely. It was clear that if he wrote down the topic in a hearty way, he would definitely be able to achieve a hundred saints singing in unison. Why would he be robbed of his glory by a person with the same name as himself killed in the middle?
“There must be a reason for all this!!”
Suddenly, at this moment, a slightly majestic but inexplicably familiar voice appeared in Hong Yi's heart:
"Yi'er, come and see me. My father will investigate today's matter with you."
Hearing this voice, calling himself Father...
Hong Yi was shocked:
"Father?"
Quickly, without thinking too much, he followed the voice to a mansion in Yujing City, which was clearly marked with three big characters: "Grand Master's Mansion".
When he entered, he saw a tall and majestic middle-aged man wearing a purple gold crown with his back to him.
Sensing Hong Yi's entrance, Hong Xuanji slowly turned his head, looking at the face that was very similar to the dead Bingyun, his eyebrows moved slightly, and then he said calmly:
"Yi'er, after a year since I came back to the world, my father didn't come to see you. Do you know why?"
"Why?"
Hong Yi stood in front of his father. It was the first time they met. His face did not change at all, and he did not say any greetings or worship. His tone was irreverent and he went straight to the point:
"Is this related to the fact that you specifically called me here?"
Hong Xuanji said in a majestic tone:
"Yi'er, originally you would be the one to join the Hundred Saints today, but due to some changes that neither father nor the emperor expected, your title of 'Less Saint' was taken away by Zhu Yi."
Upon hearing this.
Hong Yi's expression changed, and his eyes flashed: "What did you say? Why are you and the Emperor so sure that the Hundred Saints will sing together and the Lesser Saints will be mine?"
Hong Xuanji said in a deep voice: "Do you still remember how you came to the world? My father believes that you should still have some memories from before you were two or three years old. If you think about it carefully, you should be able to think of something."
Hong Yi was stunned for a moment, then his eyes slightly lowered, and his mind began to deliberately trace back memories from two or three years ago.
Click~
Suddenly, something seemed to be broken in my mind.
The voices of the three people talking sounded in his mind, and the eight words that impressed him most were:
"The Son of the Era...the Bridge to the Other Shore..."
Hong Yi instinctively spat out these eight words, and immediately looked at Hong Xuanji, his voice shaking:
"What does it mean?"
Next, Hong Xuanji told Hong Yi everything that happened more than ten years ago, including how he was born in the place of origin, created by Taoist Creation, and finally sent to the world by Taoist Creation.
Hong Xuanji put his hands behind his hands and said in a deep voice:
"Yi'er, now you understand that you were born in the place of origin. You are the son of the era who was personally acknowledged by Taoist Taoist Taoist Master, the giant of the ancient times, who laid the foundation for your destiny. The Yi in your name is by no means an ordinary Yi. It represents The last of the sons."
"And this last son is full of variables. Only by letting you go back to the world to grow up can you become the person in the prophecy. This is why we can't interfere with you or take care of you."
Hong Yi was shocked to hear these things, and the pupils in his eyes suddenly shrank.
So this was the reason why Hong Xuanji didn't go to see him? He wanted to let the son of the era grow up on his own.
His original resentment towards Hong Xuanji only came from the fact that his father never cared about him. Now that he heard Hong Xuanji take the initiative to explain his misunderstanding to him, for a moment, a knot in Hong Yi's heart was relieved.
When he looked at Hong Xuanji again, there was already some emotion in his eyes, but he was still concerned about today's issue:
"But if I am really the son of the era as you said, father, the last son among the sons, why will there be one more Zhu Yi in the world!"
His soul twitched, and it seemed that whenever he read these two words, he felt an inexplicable pain.
This hatred is far from being as simple as Zhu Yi taking away the honor of his Hundred Saints. Instead, it comes from the depths of the soul's origin, from the gnashing of teeth in destiny!
A natural opposition!
Hong Xuanji put his hands behind his back and said coldly: "This is why my father came to you. There is definitely something wrong with this Zhu Yi. Now my father wants to give you a task. You and I will work together to find out the problems in this person, and then Solve it... As a father, I believe that the son of Ji Yuan will definitely be you, not this Zhu Yi!!"
Hearing this, Hong Yi took a deep breath, turned around and looked back, as if he had seen through the Hong Mansion Courtyard and landed in a certain direction of Yujing City.
If Hong Xuanji had not appeared, then Hong Yi might not have much confidence, but now with Hong Xuanji's explanation, Hong Yi knew that the son of the era should have been him. Now, for Zhu Yi, there is only endless hope. Murderous intention!
"If what my father said is right, then this Zhu Yi, he... took away my Qi!"
Then, based on what Hong Xuanji said, he walked out of Hong Mansion and prepared to personally verify and investigate Zhu Yi's details and problems.
………
Out in the starry sky.
Huhu~~
The rhythmic breathing sound coming from the depths of the starry sky seems to be breathing in the sun, moon and stars, and the stars in the sky are breathing them into the land.
At this time.
The owner of the breathing sound felt the changes in the energy of someone in the world.
"Finally digested it, just the right time,"
The white-robed Taoist sitting cross-legged in the depths of the starry sky slowly stretched his waist, his eyes dropped, and through the layers of space, he seemed to have fallen into the Jade Capital City in the vast world.
Saw Zhu Yi.
I also saw Yang Pan and Hong Xuanji...
Also, I saw Hong Yi.
The waves of thoughts spread and he let out a chuckle:
"It's been fifteen years since it started, and now it's finally time to come to an end."
boom!
The white-clothed Taoist stood up from the starry sky. As he stood, the entire starry sky began to shake, as if it could not bear Chen Xixiang's size, and he whined under the pressure.
Subsequently.
Chen Xixiang stepped forward one step at a time, looking at the vast world of Jade Capital City.
His eyes had already caught sight of the two young men who were about to meet there, as well as Hong Xuanji, who was following Hong Yi in the formation.
………
When the exam was over, Yujing City was still overcrowded.
Various voices are talking about Zhu Yi.
As for Zhu Yi, who was the center of public opinion, he was talking to the two masters Li Shenguang and Xie Wenyuan in the room.
"Zhu Yi, you have only written a small part of the "Book of Changes"!"
Xie Wenyuan only knew half of the name of the article during the chat, but it actually made his thoughts surge and his soul grow after reading it.
"If you want this sutra to be completed, it will not happen overnight..."
Just as he was talking, Zhu Yi suddenly felt something in his heart and looked in a direction outside the room, his eyes changing slightly:
"It's finally here."
"Here? Someone is visiting outside the house. Didn't you ask your servants to block all visitors?"
Xie Wenyuan was very surprised.
Zhu Yi smiled slightly and said in a calm voice:
"The door can block visitors, but it can't block uninvited guests. You think so, Hong Yi, Brother Hong..."
Xie Wenyuan and Li Shenguang suddenly turned their heads and saw the void in the courtyard.
A young man in white clothes with windy sleeves slowly broke through the space and walked out. A pair of eyes full of wisdom and astuteness passed them and fell on Zhu Yi:
"Are you Zhu Yi?"
Zhu Yi also looked at Hong Yi, smiled slightly and said:
"It's me, you, Hong Yi?"
