On New Year's Eve, we bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, and stay up late by the fire.
While others were busy on New Year's Eve, I picked up old poems by myself...
This poem is most suitable for Lu Yong at this time.
Having completely changed his past, he just woke up in the early morning of New Year's Eve and sat at the table to read Taoist scriptures, just to become famous in spring.
With He Pingan's guidance, he not only read all the Confucian classics thoroughly, but also integrated some of the Confucian knowledge mentioned by He Pingan, and once again felt that He Pingan was profoundly knowledgeable.
At the same time, he also accepted He Pingan's teachings and studied Taoist scriptures, and his admiration for He Pingan deepened a lot.
I originally thought that this Master He was only proficient in martial arts, but I didn't expect that he also studied Confucian classics a lot, and some of the theories he proposed were unheard of.
"A whip method..."
Lu Yong said to himself, digesting in his heart a life-saving method that He Pingan taught him yesterday. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the idea in it was profound and simple. If it were implemented, it would be a blessing for the people of Daxuan.
"pity......"
Lu Yong sighed. Mr. He said before that this life-saving remedy looks easy but is extremely difficult to implement, and he deeply agrees.
If you don't reach the position of chief minister of the current dynasty, it is basically impossible to implement it in Daxuan.
"It is better to continue studying hard to repay Lord He for his kindness in cultivating..."
Lu Yong put these unrealistic ideas behind him. The most urgent task now was to get a name on the gold list and work hard to enter the Hanlin Academy.
If these are not possible, according to Master He, he will be sent to Chuzhou.
What's good about Chuzhou...
Lu Yong shook his head, unable to understand, and continued to study hard.
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Hall of Eternal Life, Cao Department, Mao Shi.
Yang Qing also showed himself holy in front of the people of Hanning County, pretending to be sexy in various postures.
Han Li said hello to He Ping'an yesterday, saying that he wanted to buy new year's goods and prepare for the festival, so he would not come today.
But He Ping'an felt like a mirror in his heart. Now if he went to Lichun Courtyard, he would definitely catch this guy in bed and rape him.
So He Ping'an was left alone in the grass department.
Feeling unhappy and becoming a left-behind young man, He Pingan waved his hand and took out a fireball. With a thought, the fire flickered and he heard screams coming from the fireball.
"Three crazy Taoists, please kill me...ah..."
Among the fireballs was Yinchuan Kong.
Since He Ping'an trapped him in the fireball, he dispersed his cultivation and turned into an ordinary dead soul.
Then a magic power was used to stabilize his soul body, allowing him to endure the burning pain of Nanming Lihuo every day.
"It's impossible. It's so easy to kill you. You've killed hundreds of thousands of people. If I didn't torture you hundreds of thousands of times, how could I be worthy of so many dead souls?"
He Ping'an smiled and said that this method of burning the soul was a torture method he borrowed called lighting the sky lantern.
However, lighting a sky lantern ignites the human body, while He Ping'an burns the soul of Yinchuan Kong. The pain is a hundred times more powerful than the pain in the physical body.
And whenever Yin Chuankong's soul body was close to collapse, He Ping'an used another magic power to forcibly gather Yin Chuan Kong's soul body.
"Please...please..."
Yin Chuankong's begging for mercy became smaller and smaller, and He Ping'an quickly fired another spell.
But his soul began to collapse again...
Having had enough torture and feeling relaxed, He Ping'an put away the fireball, grabbed the air with his right hand, and a yellowed ancient book fell into his hands.
It was the book of people that was taken from Sora Yinchuan!
A few days ago, the clone made a special trip to Xuanyang and quietly handed over Yinchuan Kong and Renshu to the main body.
After all, it is more appropriate to place a supreme treasure like the Book of Human Beings on the body.
Especially when practicing at night, the profound sense of security conveyed by Renshu's extremely powerful defense makes people feel at ease.
After these few days of practice, He Ping'an has initially mastered the fragments of the human book.
The world of the Fragments of Human Books can only accommodate incorporeal bodies such as souls and dead souls, and no physical objects can enter.
Although the interior of Renshu was burned by Nanming Lihuo, it seemed to have little impact, except that all the pavilions and pavilions inside disappeared.
The Yin Qi inside, after He Ping'an's sacrifice, soon exceeded what Yin Chuankong had.
The Yin Qi inside was so strong that it even condensed into a few drops of Netherworld water filled with deathly Qi.
This netherworld water is of little significance to the human race, but to ghost cultivators, it is more effective than any panacea.
And the space of human books is an excellent holy land for ghost cultivators.
It can be said that one day of cultivation in the book can be compared to ten days in the outside world.
It was He Pingan's soul. After only staying in the world of human books for just an hour, he felt that his soul had become much stronger, and his consciousness had also grown a lot.
He Pingan was secretly happy that he had picked up a rare treasure this time!
My trip to Hanning County was not in vain.
Under normal circumstances, if a monk does not have a special skill or magic weapon to hone his soul and consciousness, his soul and consciousness will follow his cultivation level.
Once this kind of skill and magic weapon that can enhance the soul and consciousness appears in the world, it will always attract countless monks to fight for it.
Even the divine refining technique obtained by He Ping'an can only slightly strengthen the divine consciousness and its function, but it has no effect on the divine soul.
Therefore, for most monks of the same level, the soul and consciousness are basically on the same level.
But having Renshu was different. He could feel that one hour of his soul practicing divine arts in the world of Renshu was faster than his growth rate of ten hours outside.
No changes can be seen in a short period of time, but as time goes by, Renshu's gain on He Ping'an's soul will become higher and higher.
This is just one of the functions of human books.
While searching for souls in Yinchuankong, He Pingan learned that human books can control the birth, old age, illness and death of creatures in the world.
The reason why the hundreds of thousands of dead souls in Na Mian County could be commanded by Yin Chuankong before was because the human book was used to control the dead souls.
And if the book is complete, as long as the name and birth date of the creature are written on it, even a true immortal will not escape death.
"It's a pity that it's not the complete copy..."
He Ping'an sighed, if he holds the complete book of people, and whoever is dissatisfied, he can directly use the book to kill them instantly.
It seems that when I reach the seventh level of Xuan Gong, I will go to the Netherworld to meet the ghost and god Yin Changsheng.
It's just to help Netherworld bring order to things, and it has nothing to do with the scraps of human books...
Putting away the book, He Ping'an sank his consciousness back into the drug testing department.
At this time, in the Drug Testing Department, six clones were testing drugs continuously.
His Taoist practice at this time has reached more than 9,400 years. At this rate, he will be able to enter the 10,000-year Taoist practice in just one or two months.
At that time, after reaching the seventh level of Xuan Gong, he and Han Li can enter the backyard of Li Chun Courtyard to compete with who can last longer...
At this moment, he felt a mysterious force coming from an unknown distance thousands of miles away.
There was something in his heart, and when he was about to take action to stop it, his soul sensed that this mysterious force had no malicious intent, so he allowed it to fall into his body.
As soon as the mysterious power fell into the physical body, bursts of sounds suddenly came from He Pingan's ears. It seemed that there were thousands of people whispering in his ears. The sound was not loud, but it was extremely clear.
What the hell is this?
He Ping'an was filled with doubts, and his spiritual consciousness surged out to carefully explore this mysterious power.
It seems to be somewhat similar to the power of merit, but not entirely.
It slightly benefits one's own cultivation and can increase the speed of mana rotation. It seems to have other wonderful uses, but He Ping'an cannot detect them.
He Ping'an ran the Xiaoyan Divine Number, and with a few strokes, the picture in front of him gradually became clear from blur, and he also felt a vague feeling.
Zhang San?
Wasn't he a bandit in Heifeng Mountain in Chuzhou?
