At the same time.

In the thatched hut of the heaven and earth in his palm, the old man's face suddenly changed and showed surprise. Then he heard a "boom" and the entire hill shook.

Many Confucian scholars on the mountain were immediately frightened and seemed a little panicked, but they soon calmed down. After all, many of them condensed their literary minds, and even if they did not gather, they were already close. Although they were trapped for a long time and their minds were distorted, they still had control over their state of mind.

However, the reason why they panic is that since they came here, such a change has never occurred in this mountain.

"What does such a change indicate?"

"This kind of thing has never happened, there must be a reason."

"Is it because of that Qiu Yan? I heard that he, Wen Bi, came not to be assimilated and trapped by Shi Lin, but to explore the true meaning of Shi Lin."

...

When everyone was talking and guessing, a huge artistic conception suddenly came, spreading all over the mountain, and saw a dazzling light passing by in the dark space above, like a comet, heading towards the depths of the darkness!

"What is that?"

As the glory faded away, the vast artistic conception dissipated, but the afterglow made everyone think of it. They were all those who had read books, and they had their own achievements in literary affairs, and could better understand the value of that artistic conception.

"That artistic conception seems to be very consistent with my current mind and nature. Just a quick insight touched my heart, making me feel the urge to splash ink."

"That's right, I have the same feeling, as if from that artistic conception, I can find a way to calm the evil thoughts in my heart."

"I feel that the rigid thinking that has been revived for a long time. If I calm down and think, I will have the opportunity to condense my literary heart!"

Some of the people in the crowd were sensitive and had extraordinary memories. When they recalled the feeling just now, they realized the opportunity. Some people didn't care about anything else and turned around and headed towards their houses.

In the bamboo forest, in the hut.

The old man couldn't sit upright, but there was a powerful thought filling the surroundings, which made the literary thoughts in the air stagnate, bringing a sense of depression and heaviness!

Even Zhao You's constant loss of Wen Si paused because of this thought. However, Zhao You was not happy about it, but became more and more frightened. Because he was close, he could clearly feel that there was an undercurrent hidden in the kind-looking old man, like a volcano about to erupt!

Faced with this thought, Zhao You only felt that he was insignificant, as if he would be crushed to pieces by accident, and could not help but feel silent.

After a while, as the old man let out a breath, the depressed atmosphere dissipated. While Zhao You breathed a sigh of relief, he fell into panic again - his literary thoughts were still lost.

Suddenly, the old man raised his hand and grabbed it. Wen Si around him immediately followed this action and rushed towards Zhao You, condensing his whole body, so that Wen Si no longer flowed out.

"This..." Zhao You was stunned, looked at the old man with an incredible expression on his face, then reacted and quickly gave the old man a big gift and thanked him, but he was very confused.

"I was hiding outside before. I heard the secret of my husband. It would be fine if he didn't kill me to silence me, why would he save me?"

Just as his thoughts were ups and downs, the old man said, "You don't have to guess. I can stop literary and spiritual thoughts, but it's not the root cause. You have to come here every month to let me perform the trick, otherwise it will be difficult to maintain."

After hearing this, Zhao You felt a stern and then realized why the old man did not kill him, it was clearly because he had mastered his own life and death.

The old man said again: "This time you want to break the rules and be in danger. I will not pursue the matter, but I will not take it as an example. What you hear or see..."

"Don't worry, sir, the students heard nothing, let alone saw anything." Zhao You quickly expressed his opinion.

The old man refused to comment and just said, "After going back, you don't have to take what you do today. You should do what you should do, go."

"Yes." Zhao You left tremblingly, but after leaving the hut and the external pressure disappeared, he felt the heart-suffering pain in his heart.

Freedom is right in front of you, but it misses the opportunity. Years of literary thoughts have been ruined and people have grasped life and death.

Thinking of this, he was shocked.

"I used to use the name of the old man to pretend to be a tiger, but now I have to completely surrender and can no longer be independent. In this way... Speaking of which, since he has such cultivation, how could he not discover when I am hiding outside? Could it be that all this was caused by his letting go? Then his purpose is..."

As he thought about it, Zhao You's fear became stronger and stronger. He realized that he could only survive like walking on thin ice in the future. Combined with many encounters, he immediately felt that he was worse than death. But he didn't have the courage to face death and suffered for a while.

Not to mention Zhao You leaving, the old man was still sitting quietly in the hut. Suddenly, the ground beside him was shattered!

In the flying fragments, the old man's words were heard-

"I still can't help it. Then again, how can I easily surrender my jealousy? I was in my prime and had a very proud and knowledgeable person. I crossed the sea of ​​knowledge and turned around the world to overcome the three levels. I just failed because of a moment of negligence. I was trapped here for nearly a thousand years. The people I met who passed the level during this period were misled by me. Their souls and thoughts accumulated me. If Qiu Yan was also trapped here..."

As he thought about it, he shook his head.

"However, Qiu Yan has insufficient accumulation after all. Even if he can pass the three levels, he will never reach the final place. The silence in his body is thin. It is obviously the first time he has entered the forest. He will come back in the future..."

As this thought fell, the hut fell into silence again.

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On the other hand, Qiu Yan, who was muttered by the old man, was immersed in a strange feeling-

In Qiu Yan's consciousness, there was light. The light did not come from the sun, but from the spirits. However, these spirits were illusory and could not be absorbed by others.

Even so, Qiu Yan still gained a lot of inspiration and gained something from it.

"These sage spirits undoubtedly originate from Sun Sheng, and that illusory tree should be the projection of the tree belonging to Sun Sheng in the scholar forest. I can detect and observe it, probably because I have gained the second level. Although I can't see the effect now, after I go back, I can deduce it carefully..."

He was thinking, suddenly his soul body shook, and the light in his consciousness suddenly flourished, which made Qiu Yan feel aroused. His mind changed and his perception spread. Only then did he notice that the surrounding soul body had been filled with bright light from unknown when it started, and the streets of the illusion had long been broken and disappeared, and there was not even a trace of fragments left.

Only the article he wrote was left.

Suddenly, a ray of light flew from afar, stopped from a distance, turned into a hanging light ball, splitting out a ray of light, and arrived in front of you in a blink of an eye, combining with a paragraph in the article written by Qiu Yan, and then quickly changed, quickly forming a bamboo slip.

The bamboo slips contain the words "honor and disgrace", which exudes a huge thought, which is vaguely echoing "Encouraging Learning" in Qiu Yanhun and is connected to each other.

Seeing this scene, Qiu Yan was stunned, but before he could come back to his senses, a ray of light flew out from the far-reaching light ball, which was also combined with a paragraph in Qiu Yan's article, and then turned into a bamboo slip with the word "correct name" written on it.

At this time, Qiu Yan finally realized what was happening in front of him, felt the heavy and solemn artistic conception emitted from the two bamboo slips, and a storm wave was stirred up in his heart.

"The "Honor and Disgrace" and "Real Name" are two articles left by Sun Sheng. The breath emitted on the bamboo slips is similar to the spirit of "Encouraging Learning" that I condensed. Could it be that these are the spirits of sages? Can you get the spirits of sages by passing this second level?"

Just when Qiu Yan was surprised, a ray of light flew out from afar again, combined with the rest of the articles to form the third volume of bamboo slips, with the words "Wang Ba".

Seeing this third volume of bamboo slips, Qiu Yan felt that even though he was still in his soul, he felt a little unable to control his thoughts, and the surprise in his heart was really hard to describe.

The article "The King of Kings" is also written by Sun Sheng.

However, Qiu Yan condensed his soul and even derived the original consciousness, so he calmed down and thought about the causes and consequences: "It seems that using literary thoughts to write a text and break the second level of illusion can obtain the corresponding inheritance of sages. Which article should be related to the article written. For example, this article of mine involves three articles..."

Before Qiu Yan's thoughts fell, another ray of light flew over, but it was combined with the title of "Changing the nature and becoming false", and turned into a "evil nature" chapter.

"Another volume?"

Before Qiu Yan could think carefully, he heard a "boom" sound, and the distance light ball suddenly exploded, and several rays of light flew straight towards him, surrounding Qiu Yan, and then quickly condensed, revealing a roll of bamboo slips!

Qiu Yan suddenly widened his eyes, showing a look of surprise, and then showed a look of surprise and doubt.

After glanced at me, Qiu Yan saw a few familiar words on a roll of bamboo slips—

"Theory of Music", "The Rich Country", "Not the Twelve Sons", "The Theory of Heaven".

Including the previous four volumes, there are eight sage spirits!

The articles represented by these names are all written by Sun Sheng. Qiu Yan has read some of the articles in the classics and has a little understanding of them, but he is not proficient. At this moment, he felt the breath emitted by a scroll of bamboo slips and immediately realized that it contained the true meaning of the article!

only……

"Is it too bizarre to see the spirit of so many sages that have not been passed through the three levels? If I pass through this level, I can get these inheritances. This is a great harvest. Is there anything strange about it?"

At the beginning, Qiu Yan was inevitably surprised, but then became surprised, but after experiencing surprise, he was now only vigilant.

However, the eight volumes of the spirit of the sage did not intend to leave him time to think carefully. After each showed his appearance, he first rotated around Qiu Yan, and then moved together to rush towards his soul body!
Chapter completed!