Immortals and gods break the law and are as guilty as the common people!
Eight hundred years ago, He Liaochen, the god-catcher, was so tyrannical that he forced the venerables of the Four Holy Lands to leave their fingerprints on the Immortal-Suppressing Stone Tablet. Since then, the world of immortality has changed its name and surname, and no longer dares to act recklessly.
The emergence of the God Catching and Immortal Division put an end to the chaos of disputes among many countries, and put a shackles on the domineering and unscrupulous spiritual world, in exchange for the peace and stability of the Chessboard Continent for nearly a thousand years.
There is no doubt that Jixian Division has been on the opposite side of the cultivation world since its establishment.
The Dayan Dynasty took away the rights and honors that originally belonged to the cultivation world.
Therefore, the cultivation world is still determined to destroy Dayan, and they have enough reasons to hate Dayan and Jixiansi.
The arresting gods ascended, and the arresting immortal division declined. Now the only thing standing in front of the world of cultivating immortals, preventing them from destroying Dayan and regaining its former glory, is the Five Jue Formation.
Rong Fei had never seen it with his own eyes, so he couldn't make any wild guesses about how powerful the Five Ultimate Formation was.
But with Yu Qingzhi's humble and humble character, he can say such arrogant words as "I am invincible in Kyoto!" It seems that it should be a strategic weapon at the nuclear level. Otherwise, the spiritual community would not be so wary. .
The power of the Five Ultimate Formation is unparalleled. Since you can't face the hard steel, let's take a roundabout way and draw out the power from the bottom of the cauldron.
Yu Qingzhi once said that the Five Ultimate Formations are based on luck.
If the luck is strong, the formation will be strong; if the luck is weak, the formation will be weak.
What is luck?
Luck is the human heart.
People live and work in peace and contentment, have no worries about food and clothing, and have a smooth life. This makes people feel at ease. In this state, a series of positive emotions such as people's joy and satisfaction will emit an invisible but real energy. This magical energy produced by one person is small and insignificant. But when the energy of thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of millions, or even billions of people gather together, they have the power to destroy the world.
The city of Kyoto is the heart of Dayan and the aspiration of the people. All the luck gathers here to provide endless energy for the Five Ultimate Formation.
But once the world is in chaos and famine breaks out. When people have no food to eat, no clothing to cover their bodies, their wives and children are scattered, and they have no fixed place to live, their minds will change. The Great Yan Dynasty lost the hearts and minds of the people of the world, and once its destiny collapsed, the Five Ultimate Formation without its source of energy became just a decoration.
Without this last protective barrier, Dayan will be destroyed, and the world will once again become a plaything of the spiritual world.
Hundreds of years have been enough for the cultivation world to thoroughly study the Five Ultimate Formations.
As a result, there was a great Feng Shui formation outside Kyoto that plundered luck, there was King Yong's rebellion that disturbed the hearts of the people in the court, there were the appalling disappearances of tens of thousands of people, the abuse of Paradise Garden, and the invasion of evil insects that corrupted people's hearts. Wait for a series of cool operations.
As he thought about it, Rong Fei's mind came back to the terrible scene during the Dunzhou disaster.
Do you have too much imagination?
The occupational disease I suffered from while writing happened again!
Rong Fei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and murmured to himself.
Once suspicion arises, a crime is established.
Rong Fei picked up the brush and was hesitating whether to add the Dunzhou disaster to the list, when he suddenly noticed that the spiritual space began to tremble violently.
He quickly dropped the brush and sank his spiritual consciousness into the spiritual space. As soon as he entered, he saw a magical and gorgeous scene.
Originally, the spiritual space was filled with white mist transformed from spiritual energy, but at this time, the mist was swirling and stirring violently. Occasionally, there would be rumbles of thunder and flashes of lightning in the thick fog.
Rong Fei's spiritual sense looked towards Haechi in the center, and saw that all the gray scales and black hair on Haechi's body had fallen off, replaced by a new layer of golden scales.
There was electric light flashing on the golden scales. Every time the electric light flashed, there would be rumbles of thunder in the mist, and then raindrops would fall.
The fog turns into rain!
It’s actually about to break through!
For more than half a month, in order to break through to the seventh level of cultivation as soon as possible, Rong Fei led the arrests of the Immortal Division to solve the case frantically, absorbing a lot of Xingming Qi, but still there is no trace of anything.
Signs of breakthrough.
I originally thought that I would have to wait until the missing persons case was solved before I could gather the energy needed to make a breakthrough. Why did I start to make a breakthrough at this time in a daze?
Is it because of the evil insects that the Haechi eat as snacks?
This was an unexpected surprise. Z.br>
Just when Rong Fei wanted to take a closer look at how the dense mist of spiritual energy was transformed into a more condensed liquid state, he heard a knock on the door.
It was already midnight, who would come looking for me in the middle of the night?
Rong Fei had no choice but to withdraw from his spiritual consciousness, put away the paper with writing on the desk, and then raised his voice.
"Please come in."
The door opened, and the person who came was Murong Qiushui.
Rong Fei was not surprised and quickly stood up to greet him.
The events of last night were still before his eyes. Facing Rong Fei, Murong Qiu Shui's cheeks couldn't help but feel a little warm.
After taking a deep breath, Murong Qiushui stepped into the room and came to the opposite side of Rong Fei. He took out a folded paper from his arms and handed it to Rong Fei.
"Excuse me, Fairy Murong."
Rong Fei thanked him and reached out to take the paper.
The paper is warm to the touch and exudes a light fragrance.
Rong Fei couldn't hold back for a moment and glanced at Murong Qiu Shui's chest, but was caught by Murong Qiu Shui.
Murong Qiushui was stunned for a moment, then realized what was going on. His face instantly turned red, he turned around and ran away with a cry.
Rong Fei was also stunned.
Did my sister take the wrong medicine?
This reaction is wrong!
Shaking his head, he opened the paper specially sent by Murong Qiu Shui, and what he saw was a handwriting that was as ugly as Rong Fei's. It was obviously written by the flower demon Rong Lan.
A few crosses pointed to a certain area in the city.
"Zi Qiu, Zi Qiu, open the door quickly..."
The courtyard door was knocked loudly, accompanied by the shouts of young men.
Zheng Ziqiu sat up and calmed down for a while, and then his groggy mind regained some clarity, and he realized that the person calling the door was his classmate and friend Ling Xujie.
He lifted up the quilt, pulled on his cloth shoes, and ran to open the courtyard door.
"You guys actually have the heart to sleep in. Hurry up and wash up and change clothes. I'm afraid you won't be able to get a seat if you stay late."
As soon as the courtyard door opened a gap, the handsome-looking Ling Xujie, wearing a brand new green shirt and a square scarf on his head, couldn't wait to get in, took Zheng Ziqiu's arm and urged.
"what?"
Zheng Ziqiu asked with a blank look on his face as he pressed the gum in the corners of his eyes.
"You don't know yet? It has been decided that Mr. Rong will be promoted to a great scholar. At the end of today, Mr. Huang from the Imperial Academy, Mr. Fang from the Yaqin Academy, and Mr. Gao from the Yueshan Academy will take the lead. There are also twelve great scholars at Wuxieju. Let’s have a banquet together with Mr. Rong. It is said to be a banquet with wine and poems and essays, but in fact it is an assessment. Haha, as long as we can get the approval of more than five great scholars, our Kyoto literary world will have a new great scholar, completely overwhelming the scholar mountain. It has become a veritable Confucian orthodoxy. If I could not witness such a grand event with my own eyes, I would regret it for the rest of my life."
Ling Xujie's state at this time revealed a hint of madness, and his tone of voice was quite high.
"Not yet?"
Zheng Ziqiu raised his head and glanced at Xuri, who had just shyly emerged from the thin clouds, scratched his head and said in confusion.
"But it's only midnight now. We still have most of the day, so why rush."
"Aren't you in a hurry?"
Ling Xujie's eyes widened and he danced with exaggerated gestures.
"Huang Jijiu arranged this banquet last night, and then sent someone to notify the other fourteen great scholars. Those guys from Yaqin Academy and Yueshan Academy were the first to get the news, and they got it at midnight last night. We went to Wuxieju and occupied four of the best-located houses. If we don’t hurry, I’m afraid that the walls of Wuxieju will be full of people.”
Rong Fei's promotion to Great Confucianism has caused a stir in the city of Kyoto in the past few days. Nearly a thousand scholars have mobilized various connections and means to build momentum for it. Therefore, Ling Xujie’s
The statement is not an exaggeration.
only…
"The courtyard for Wu Xie's residence, even the smallest one with the most remote location, will probably cost six to seven hundred taels at least. Have you made a fortune by picking up the cornucopia? Lend me ten taels first."
Zheng Ziqiu reached out and reached into Ling Xujie's arms.
"What's the point of making a fortune? Senior Brother Xiaoxiang called on everyone to pool in the money. The pocket money my father just gave me this month was handed in before it was warmed up. There is still more than a hundred taels left. See how much you can contribute? "
"How can I have money?"
When he mentioned money, Zheng Ziqiu quickly shook his head like a rattle.
"Hmph! You can fool others, but you can't fool me."
Ling Xujie snorted coldly and rushed towards Zheng Ziqiu's bedroom.
"Hey~ Why are you still trying to rob me? I've reported it to the police..."
"Aha, I knew you, Zheng Ziqiu, are worthy of Qian Xiu. You have saved so much private money."
Ling Xujie rushed into the bedroom, lifted up the quilt on the bed, and tightly grasped the stack of banknotes underneath.
"Two liang...five liang...twelve liang...hahaha, just enough."
"Fucking private money, this is what I saved from my mouth, okay. Ling Xujie...Xujie...Brother Ling...Grandpa Ling...you can't take it all, leave some for me, you can't let me drink Northwest Wind."
Zheng Ziqiu hugged Ling Xujie around the waist and begged.
"I've left more than a dozen copper coins for you. Save some food and you'll be able to survive until next month."
"Dad, only two days have passed this month, and there are still twenty-eight days until next month."
"Stop the ink stains and go wash up and change clothes quickly. If it's later, I'm afraid I won't be able to book a courtyard if I have enough money."
"This is…"
Looking at the invitation on the table in front of him, Rong Fei asked suspiciously.
Liu Yingrong, who was dressed in men's clothing with a fake beard stuck to his upper lip, unfolded his folding fan with a swish sound, fanned himself a few times in a graceful manner, then put the folding fan away, and then replied with a slight smile.
"Guozijian Huang Jijiu and my father are good friends. I don't know where I heard that I know you, so I asked me to send you this invitation to invite you to a banquet at Wuxie Residence in the south of the city later today. I think this is a good thing. , and happily obeyed the order and did an errand."
Rong Fei nodded, turned to Zhu Yueyao, who was also dressed in men's clothing, and asked doubtfully.
"Princess, you are..."
"Brother Emperor asked me to come and watch you. Don't slack off at the banquet today. If you don't win the title of great scholar, you will be punished with severe punishment."
Zhu Yueyao followed Liu Yingrong's example, shook the folding fan in her hand, and answered with a smile.
