He Pingan's expression was natural, as if he was begging for an inconspicuous gadget from a junior.
"this......"
Guo Jianzheng was speechless. Are all transcendent monks so shameless?
This Xiaoyan divine number is a secret that Si Tianjian has not passed down.
Yuan Jianzheng, the first Si Tianjian of Daxuan, once made a rule that only Si Tianjian warlocks can practice and practice, and they should not be taught to outsiders lightly.
However, rules are meant to be broken!
"What is this?"
"Could it be that you don't regard Pindao as a friend?"
He Ping'an's voice suddenly dropped. His face was as warm as spring just now, but now his face was covered with frost, and powerful pressure seemed to be coming out of his body again.
"Haha..." Guo Jianzheng laughed twice and hurriedly explained: "Senior San Kuang, please calm down. What I mean is that I am not unwilling to give this Xiaoyan Divine Number to you, but I am just afraid that I will give it to you. I can’t understand the essence.”
I still thought about this for a long time, but the words that came to my lips were: I gave you this Xiao Yan Divine Number, but you can’t learn it.
"You can take it, but if you can't learn the essence, that's my fault."
He Ping'an waved his sleeve, he had 8,000 years of mana power, eight or nine mysterious arts and skills, and there were still techniques he couldn't learn?
"yes......"
Guo Jianzheng saw that he seemed to have a calm expression on his face, so he quickly took out a simple yellowed book from his storage ring and handed it to He Ping'an.
"???"
He Ping'an looked at the four crooked tadpole-like characters on the book with a confused look on his face.
"Is this Xiaoyan's divine number?"
He Ping'an flipped through a few pages, and there were all these tadpole-shaped fonts on the back. He could feel that the fonts in the book were ancient and seemed to contain the principles of heaven.
But it knows me, but I don't know it.
Actually reduced to Zhang San's situation, He Ping'an felt that his face was shameless.
"This is the Xiaoyan divine number passed down by the first generation Yuan Jianzheng, and it has been 1,500 years so far."
Yuan Jian's face was solemn, as if he remembered the expression on his face when he saw this Xiaoyan divine number, which was the same as He Pingan's.
"you know?"
He Pingan asked curiously.
"Of course we know each other."
Supervisor Yuan smiled and nodded.
When he was five years old, he entered Si Tianjian as a disciple and learned how to read and write. When he was ten years old, he began to learn the immortal seal script. It was not until he was over 40 years old that he completed all the immortal seal script literature in Xiao Yan Shenshu.
He Ping'an shook his head helplessly, even if he got the Xiao Yan Divine Number, it would be useless.
Just like when I went to the hospital to see a doctor in my previous life, the doctor prescribed a lot of prescriptions, written like this...
Ordinary people don't know anything, but people at the pharmacy can tell at a glance what medicine the doctor is prescribing.
His spiritual consciousness swept over it, and he silently memorized all the contents of Xiaoyan's divine number in his mind, not knowing that it could be used in the future.
But after less than a few breaths, the spiritual memory that had been so unforgettable in the past actually failed.
In the sea of consciousness, the content of Xiaoyan's divine number is slowly dissipating.
Even if He Pingan activates his spiritual consciousness, it can only delay it, but cannot stop it.
Handing the Xiao Yan Shen Shu in his hand back to Yuan Jianzheng, He Ping'an still refused to give up: "Since you know the words on it, just translate and copy it for me."
"Senior, this must not be done."
When Guo Jianzheng heard what He Pingan said, his expression suddenly changed.
"how do I say this?"
Seeing his huge reaction, He Ping'an became curious.
"This Xiaoyan divine number has been passed down in Daxuan for more than 1,500 years, but there is only this one copy. Senior, do you know why?"
"Why?"
"During the past fifteen hundred years, not only Si Tianjian, but also the royal family have tried to make rubbings or translations."
"But every time when translating and copying, either the copy of the book accidentally caught fire, or the person who copied it had an accident."
"The fourth generation supervisor of Daxuan was suddenly punished and died because of forcibly copying books, which almost led to the severance of the inheritance of Daxuan's Heavenly Supervisor."
"Oh, so magical?"
When He Ping'an heard what he said was so weird, he became even more interested in this Xiao Yan Divine Number.
"I don't believe in evil."
"Guo Jianzheng, dictate it for me and I will record it."
He Ping'an walked to the table indoors, picked up the Langhao pen, and wrote the four words "Xiao Yan Shen Shu" on the white rice paper.
It's just that this word fooled Zhang San, but in front of Guo Jianzheng, he seemed to be a little bit indifferent.
"Heaven is supreme and earth is humble, the universe is fixed..."
Guo Jianzheng had no choice but to start dictating.
As he dictated, He Pingan slowly recorded the words.
Just when he wrote "Seeing a dragon in the field, it is a good thing to see an adult", a strange force manipulated the fire spiritual power within a hundred feet around to attack, and it was about to set the book on fire.
"roll!"
He Ping'an angrily scolded, and the Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique exploded, golden light radiated around him, and dispersed all the strange forces within a hundred feet.
"Senior, why don't we stop for a moment? The fourth generation prisoner also encountered this situation and continued to write forcibly, so he suffered the divine punishment."
Director Guo reminded him deliberately.
Daxuan finally became a Martial Saint. Although he was a bit shameless, he did not want to see him fall.
"Keep reading!"
He Ping'an didn't care. He had already noticed that the source of the strange power came from the way of heaven.
"yes!"
Guo Jianzheng had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to read: "Dragon fights in the wild, its blood is black and yellow..."
"Boom!"
Seeing that He Pingan was about to finish writing the last sentence, the sky suddenly changed color, countless dark clouds gathered, and golden electric snakes shuttled erratically in the clouds. Only a trace of the power of thunder and lightning contained in it was leaked, and Guo Jianzheng saw it. Also secretly frightened.
"Pindao went out to deal with the punishment from heaven. From now on, I don't want to hear any news about Pindao from Si Tianjian."
"Do you understand?"
He Ping'an waved his hand and put away the Four Treasures of the Study, and sent a voice message to Guo Jianzheng. The warning in his voice was self-evident.
"Junior understands."
Guo Jianzheng felt a chill in his heart, and quickly agreed, then bowed and saluted. When he raised his head, He Pingan's figure had disappeared, and everything in the house had returned to normal.
"As expected of a Martial Saint, he turns a blind eye to the imperial city's formation restrictions."
Guo Jianzheng exclaimed, yearning for the realm of transcendence.
He Ping'an had just left for ten breaths when Huang Bao, the eunuch in charge of the Li Supervisor, suddenly appeared in Supervisor Guo's main room.
"Guo Jianzheng, the Holy One has a decree. Please quickly follow our family to the palace to meet the Holy One."
Longevity Palace.
It's storming outside.
The room is filled with fairy spirit and the fragrance of elixir is overflowing.
"Guo Aiqing, the sky has suddenly changed at this time. Do you know why?"
Emperor Jiaming was leaning on the soft cave with one hand on his temple, his expression serious.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, I watched the sky last night and there was no sign of this."
"Only by Rong Weichen climbing to the Star Tower for observation can we know the reasons for the changes in the celestial phenomena."
Supervisor Guo was standing at the bottom and answered cautiously.
"Go ahead."
Emperor Jiaming waved his long sleeves, and Guo Jianzheng took the order and left.
On the Lanxing Tower, Guo Jianzheng couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the Heavenly Punishment that originally enveloped the imperial city had moved outside Xuanyang City with He Ping'an's departure.
"Your Majesty, great news."
Guo Jianzheng came back from Lanxing Tower and reported the good news to Emperor Jiaming.
"Oh, what do you mean by this?"
Emperor Jiaming asked calmly.
"Wei Chen was observing the sky just now and found that the dark clouds had dispersed, the stars were bright, and the clouds appeared, which indicates that a great power will be born in Daxuan to protect Daxuan."
Guo Jianzheng explained that this is not considered deceiving the emperor. Doesn't the birth of the Martial Saint mean the birth of great power?
Moreover, this should not be considered as exposing the whereabouts of the Martial Saint.
"If so, it would be a great joy."
A strange color flashed in Emperor Jiaming's eyes, and then he ordered: "Thank you, Guo Aiqing. You can go down first."
When Guo Jianzheng retreated, Huang Bao sent a message: "Your Majesty, I suspect that Guo Jianzheng is not telling the truth."
"When I passed by, I saw that his face was tense, as if something had just happened."
"I know."
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