"Yes, the arrest of Confucian scholars has lasted for nearly half a month. All Confucian scholars who have passed through this town have been arrested and released soon. But looking at this scene, although the person was released, he took away his talents and knowledge! No wonder I said that I was Jie Yuan from Jiannan Road, and I couldn't help but fail to calm the trouble, but instead caused trouble! This is the crime of possessing a treasure!"

Qiu Yan remembered the information he received in the town, felt the thoughts about pursuit, sustenance, hard work, and unremitting emotions on the white jade paperweight, and his anger gradually rose.

These emotions come from students' longing for the future. No matter how good the quality is, they always have to work hard and endure for a few years or more of loneliness to accumulate knowledge. But these emotions and thoughts are slowly dissipated like rootless duckweed!

"There is no need to do this by seizing knowledge, literary and spiritual cultivators. This monk appears here, but the King Yan who should be coming is gone. The master behind this should be very clear. It is just that he is a royal prince. What should he do to seize the scholar's knowledge? After leaving the master, these knowledge will be condensed into literary thoughts, perceptions, memories, and rash absorption will only disturb one's own state of mind and memory, which is harmful and useless."

Qiu Yan has already seen that the so-called seizing knowledge is to separate the memories related to the articles of the classics, so that students can lose some of their memories, and at the same time, they can take away the literary spirit that has been nurtured for many years. In this way, the perceptions derived from knowledge and knowledge no longer exist, but reading books is a process of self-cultivation and character cultivation. Simply plundering cannot improve the state of mind.

"The monk said that he wanted to take away literary heart and talent, not because he was the intention of Daoxin boxing, but because of the insights brought by reading and experience. However, the perceptions vary from person to person, how can he be forced to absorb them?"

The more I thought about it, the more ridiculous Qiu Yan felt it was. He turned his eyes and his eyes passed through the window and fell deep in the mansion. Four bookshelfs were returned. The bookshelf of the sutra were still shaking slightly, but it quickly calmed down.

After retracting the bookshelf, Qiu Yan pondered for a moment.

"This soul monk is just entering and leaving the third realm for the first time and cannot travel for a hundred days. He is accompanied by thoughts and driving things. It is just as a research material to explore the characteristics of the soul monk."

In Qiu Yan's bookshelf, there are two souls in the ruins, both of which are held in the ruins. One of them explodes directly when fighting with Liang, and attacks the opponent.

The remaining one was a smog, known as a black skeleton. When this monk fought with Qiu Yan, he could use his spiritual sense to control the tribes and train them to become Yin Puppets.

However, in the land of the remains, neither monks nor gods were able to be replenished. Even though the Black Skeleton was at the third level, the third level, comparable to the fifth-grade god. However, over the years, it consumed a lot and could not leave the body easily, and was eventually taken down by the gods. It was enclosed in the bookshelf of the sutras and was initiated and educated every day with scriptures.

But his cultivation level is not low, and he has not been educated yet and is still left in the bookshelf.

"This soul cultivator must be still in the mansion. If I catch it, I will be discovered soon. Before this, I must figure out the reason for the matter, why did King Yan withdraw from other people's thoughts! Knowledge is hard to come by, and if possible, it is better to return things to the original owner."

After the thought came to an end, Qiu Yan put the jade pendant back to his waist, raised his sleeve and swung it, filling the qi and blood in the house. The illusory bird cage disappeared, leaving only teacup fragments and water traces.

Then, he spread his palms, and a ball of flame fell from the roof, jumping in his palms, and finally turned into a talisman, and the word "cage" could be vaguely seen.

"This magical talisman is much more powerful than the previous ones." As he said that, he took out a book from his arms and bound it with ink thread. As soon as the book was opened, the character "cage" was printed onto a page.

After doing this, Qiu Yan put the book back in his arms and kicked his feet. The man rushed out like an arrow from a string. His strength was very fast, but because he refined the central spirit, he grasped the strength in a slight way and did not leave any traces on the ground. All the strength was used without wasting any waste.

When he rushed, he was like a shadow, and rushed past and went deep into the mansion. It seemed that in order to facilitate the soul monks to take action, there were not many people around the main hall. This made it more convenient for Qiu Yan to act.

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In the dark room, a thin man named Zong Heng put down his pen and looked at the books and papers on the table, fell into deep thought and his brows were tight.

Just now, he flew out of the earth soul to investigate Qiu Yan's reality and captured a hint of awkward feeling from the other party's fortune changes. But the Crow Taoist asked anxiously, how dare he refuse? Just as the thoughts faded, Zong Heng became more and more uneasy, and then he calculated it.

The frown became tighter and tighter. Small symbols flashed in Zong Heng's eyes, which were arranged in combination and arranged, and finally condensed into a column of text.

Suddenly, his eyebrows moved, and he showed a look of panic, and he exclaimed in a low voice: "Not good! I've been fooled! Qiu Yan used a layer of illusion disguise to deceive my perception! No wonder there was a deviation when calculating!"

Before he finished speaking, Zong Heng stood up quickly and walked out: "Go and report first, otherwise..."

At this time, it was only a few breaths before the crow Taoist took action. However, before he could walk to the front of the door, the door was pushed open from the outside, and the sun shone in, sweeping the darkness in the room.

"Huh?" Zong Heng was shocked and a warning sign came out. Yu Guang swept the figure in front of the door. A large amount of information appeared in his soul, and then turned into inference and passed into his limbs. He moved his feet and twisted his body. He lost his balance and fell to the side.

call!

The strong wind passed by where he was originally standing, but Zong Heng had already fallen to the ground, slapped the ground with his thin palm, rolling himself to the side, avoiding a beam of air.

"Huh?" A soft ejaculation sound came from outside the door.

Bang!

The air beam hit the ground, stirring up a few pieces of gravel. Zong Heng took a deep breath and reached out to grab a chair beside him. The legs of the chair were connected to the ground, as if it was a mechanism.

However, when his fingers were about to touch the legs of the chair, he felt a creepy feeling in his heart, and his whole body suddenly froze and remained motionless.

A voice came from the doorway—

"A wise choice, quick judgment, and determination to execute without hesitation are not a simple person, don't know what to call it?"

Then, a young man in Confucian uniform walked in.

Looking at this figure, Zong Heng's eyes suddenly widened, he swallowed hard, with an incredible expression on his face, and subconsciously called out the other party's name-

“Qiu Yan…”

He was ordered to use the earth soul to investigate the main hall and learned Qiu Yan's name in advance.

Looking at Zong Heng's expression, Qiu Yan shook his head and said coldly: "It's just that you are so surprised that you probably can't figure out why I can escape from the soul cultivator, right?"

Zong Heng's expression changed continuously. When he saw Qiu Yan appear, he guessed that he had bypassed the Crow Taoist and sneaked to this point. However, after hearing this, he looked at the other party's firm expression and thought it was decided in his heart that something happened in an instant.

With a wry smile, Zong Heng shook his head: "It seems that this time the matter was a miscalculation. You have entered the palace, but it is wrong. You should have seen through Zhao Pi's background. You have done this? I wanted to grab a rabbit, but I didn't expect that I mistakenly regarded the tiger as a rabbit."

"Oh?" Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. "I heard from your tone, it seems that I have deduced the story."

"These things are not difficult to predict. You were deliberately misleading me before, so that I misjudged my cultivation. If I understand this, it will not be difficult to calculate the causes and consequences."

"Is it calculated?" Qiu Yan bounced his finger, "You can spy on the earth soul, you can measure luck and feel the trembling of flesh and blood, muscles and bones. If I hadn't been disturbed by my thoughts and pretended to be illusion, you would have really explored the reality of the virtuality and reality. And if you listen to your words, you should have calculated my disguise just now. Good ability! Good ability! I wonder what is the foundation of your earth soul? You have such ability to plan?"

Zong Heng stood up from the ground, sorted out his clothes, and replied: "This is not a big deal, it is all basic. It can be deduced with just a little research."

"Adjusting?" Hearing these two words, Qiu Yan felt a little familiar. The next moment, memory leaked from the bookshelf of the History Department, which made him suddenly realize, "It turned out to be the calculation of the classics left by the masters of the age of numbers. The previous dynasty included it in the "Ten Books of Calculation of the Classics" for students of the Imperial College to study, but because of the profound content, it was difficult for even the school officials to study. In the end, it was abandoned and ignored, and eventually it was lost. Why..."

His eyes fell on the desk not far away, and he saw the book, and captured an unusual atmosphere from it, and a word appeared in his heart—

Seek the journey of stars and the pace will grow and grow!

"What a big tone! However, historical records do mention that this book counts astronomical, star-watching changes, and looking down on the calendar, and clarifying the four seasons of the solar term, which is obscure and profound."

"I didn't expect that to this day, someone has heard the name of this book. No wonder you are very knowledgeable and memorable, and it's true!"

Zong Heng took a few breaths, his face calmed down a lot, and his eyes looked like he had accepted his fate: "I offended you and had to pay a price, but I have a request. I hope you don't take your anger on this book, so that it can continue to be circulated. The content of this book is vast and has great secrets. It can not only be regarded as an astronomical calendar, but also as a rise and fall of luck. If you see through the secret, you can even understand the universe and explain all the worlds! It can be a prosperous way of humanity!"

"Oh? Can you tell the truth?" Qiu Yan's eyes changed when he looked at the book, and a ray of light flashed in his eyes.

Then, he restrained his expression and said to Zong Heng: "Taking human thoughts is to cut off the hatred of luck. Even if you are ordered by others, you cannot easily take over. There must be an explanation, let me not say it. Let me ask you first, why did King Yan take human thoughts? Don't use lies to deceive me. That is meaningless. If you don't say it, I can still know it, it just takes some effort." The threat in the words is beyond words.

Zong Heng was also tactful. He knew very well that if he didn't say it, there were insiders in this mansion, and he could not escape Qiu Yan's method of searching the soul. He would eventually be exposed. So he said in a singular way: "The prince seized human thoughts, and he would be the Xingtan discussion soon."

Qiu Yan's heart moved, and his face remained silent: "Oh? Xingtan's statement? What does it have to do with other people's thoughts?"

"You don't know?" Zong Heng glanced at Qiu Yan, with a surprised face, "Apricot Forum, the soul enters the scholar forest. If there is no enough Wen Si to suppress himself, he will inevitably be lost in it and sink forever!" (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better, faster and faster!
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