"The waterfall flows backwards, and Hong Yi wins. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Huang Long Zhenren let out a long breath and looked at the monkey defiantly.

Even if you have your full support, what can you do, the white bone spirit will only go to defeat if he doesn't fight for himself.

The monkey pursed his lips and did not speak.

"Huh......" Just when most people thought that the victory and defeat had been decided, Yan Hui suddenly looked surprised, and a puzzled voice came out of his mouth.

The sages closest to him followed his gaze and looked at the white bone spirit on another blue lotus platform, but they saw that the white light on her body was shining, and the points of light were flying, constantly flying into the waterfall waterfall, and the waterfall that was going against the current seemed to be pointed at the acupoint, fixed in half.

"White Bone Spirit?" Hong Yi Huo Ran rolled his eyes, his face in disbelief.

"Boom!"

At some point, the aura that dragged the waterfall was completely erased by the white light, and the silver-white waves as heavy as the mountains fell violently, pushing the boulders downstream dozens of meters away.

The mist spread outward from the waterfall, wetting Hong Yi's clothes and causing his face to darken.

"Hey, what else do you have to say now?" a proud smile appeared on the monkey's face, squinting at the yellow dragon.

Huanglong Zhenren snorted lightly and responded: "Don't be proud, the victory or defeat has not yet been decided." ”

"I won't be defeated!" On the Qinglian platform, Hong Yi gradually clenched his fists, his eyes as resolute as iron.

Reaching out to pick up the rice paper on the table, Hong Yi recited loudly, and the sound was thunderous and deafening, as if a god was chanting.

In an instant, the entire waterfall came to life, and faintly, it turned into a silver dragon, wanting to impact the sky. ”

What a lot of tricks! The white bone spirit glanced up, and then put his eyes on the rice paper again, writing the scriptures with a pen.

Suddenly, the scriptures on the rice paper jumped up word by word, arranged in twelve long word chains according to the sequence, one end was connected to the rice paper, and the other end was trapped and locked the entire waterfall galaxy.

The waterfall twisted and struggled on the cliff face, but it could not escape the pull of the word chain. As time passed, the tone of Hong Yi's scriptures became weaker and weaker, and finally the text was blurred by the mist, the tone disappeared, and the waterfall lost its source power and rushed down again.

"Is Hong Yi defeated?" among the hundred schools, some people spoke in confusion.

"No, after all, the Bone Spirit didn't make the waterfall flow backwards. ”

A sage spoke: "Don't worry, the Great Sage of White Bones hasn't finished writing yet." ”

Haven't finished writing yet?

The representatives of the hundred schools of thought were shocked, and they all wondered, what kind of scriptures and meanings were written by Bai Gujing, and why was it so magnificent?

"Boom!"

After a long time, Bai Gujing finished writing the last word in the scriptures, raised his wrist, and a peculiar momentum came out from the rice paper.

In the face of this momentum, the waterfall turned by the literary qi was like a courtier, respectfully going upstream, and the entire waterfall instantly turned into a wet cliff, and there was no time for Hong Yi to stop it.

"How could this happen?" Hong Yi couldn't understand this situation at all, and even suspected that the White Bone Spirit was cheating.

"There are classics that have been born. Mencius said with a complicated gaze: "Such a treasure, even Wenzong does not dare to put pen to paper, only Wensheng can write and comment." The way of learning of the white bone spirit, the way of learning from things, and the way of learning from the heart, will never fade. ”

"Boasting!" said the middle-aged man with an extraordinary bearing among the famous people.

The spokesperson of the Mo family sighed slightly and said: "The classics cannot lie, and Mencius will not lie on this, and ruin his reputation in vain." ”

"White Bone Sage, what did you write, can you allow me to wait and see?" Yan Hui said loudly.

The white bone spirit withdrew the talent in the scripture, and with a bang, the waterfall fell again, surging and rushing.

"This ...... It's the Heart Sutra. The Great Dao Jingyi with the core of the mind. Bai Gujing's fingers brushed the 21,000 words on the rice paper, and with a twist of his wrist, he picked up the scriptures and threw them at Yan Hui.

Yan Hui took the scriptures in his hand and studied them carefully, his eyes widened more and more, and the image of the white bone spirit in his heart was raised again, and he was already close to the master.

His expression at the moment told everyone how magnificent and powerful the content of this heirloom classic was. All the Confucian scholars were a little itchy, but because the master was in front of them, it was not good to be rude and ask.

Among the crowd, Duanmu Ci's expression was the most complicated. Two days ago, he also led people to provoke and question the knowledge of the white bone spirit. As a result, within a few days, the white bone spirit wrote a classic...... It's not a slap in the face, but it's better than a slap in the face. He could almost imagine that this incident would be remembered by Qing Shi, and he was the short-sighted villain in the story.

Bitter also......

I want to cry without tears.

"Spirit, you are truly my blessed general. "The white bone essence eyes are like torches, taking in all the forms of these living beings, and secretly speaking.

Ling smiled quietly, elegant and intellectual: "This is what I should do." ”

Listening to the white bone spirit's praise for Ling, looking at the pure smile on Ling's face, his heart was quite uncomfortable.

She's not a piece of code, she's not a virtual image, she's a living being, she's jealous, she's jealous, she has all the emotions of a human being.

Now, she was a little jealous of the Bone Spirit's trust and gentleness towards the spirit.

When the White Bone Spirit withdrew his consciousness from the Phantom World, the Spirit gradually retracted his smile and turned his eyes to look at her: "Jealousy is the original sin of the Phantom, and I don't want you to follow in the footsteps of many predecessors. Overall, our hosts aren't bad, are they?"

Mei seemed to remember something, and shuddered, and the dissatisfaction in her heart suddenly dissipated: "Yes, I understand." The interests of us and the master are the same, and if we cooperate, we will benefit both, and if we divide it, we will hurt both. ”

Knocking a sentence lightly and heavily, seeing that she had already understood, Ling no longer dwelled on this topic: "Cultivate, all external things are vain, and only its own strength is eternal." ”

The Bone Spirit never eavesdropped on the conversation between the two women, because he had realized many years ago that these were two complete souls, and that they were not his vassals, let alone his slaves. So keep an appropriate distance so that you don't get bored with each other.

As it turned out, the White Bone Essence did the right thing. He succeeded in gaining the favor of the spirit, and in the relationship between the charm and the spirit, the quiet and calm spirit was a strong attack, and as for the charm, the poor child was just a weak ......

"It's better than that, in the second scene, the poetry gathers like a dragon. Bai Gujing didn't care about Yan Hui, who was intoxicated, and looked up at Hong Yi, with a smile free and easy, which was heartbreaking.

Hong Yi is a strong-hearted person after all, and in a short period of time, he walked out of the haze of the classics, and shouted in a deep voice: "My scriptures are not as good as yours, but it doesn't mean that my attainments in poetry are not as good as yours!"

"Poetry attainments ......" the white bone spirit smiled, his smile strange.