Baoyu also opened her mouth wide in surprise, but after thinking about it, she understood.

Although he wrote Ding Yuan, all his insights were obtained from Feng Feiliu.

On the contrary, Feng Feiliu has only a talent left, and he is still near him.

As a result, the talents gathered in this heaven and earth naturally regard Feng Feiliu as a priority object of absorption.

"This old man is really pitiful. ”

Baoyu sneered, "Old man, at least you can stay alive." Rest assured, the juniors will take care of you. ”

"Impossible, although the old man said that, he is still a Fadao literati, and it is impossible to become your war shadow and stain the blood of Fadao literati!"

Feng Feiliu gritted his teeth suddenly, and snorted: "The old man is dead, like a lamp going out."

Talented, let the old man disperse!"

Suddenly, the figure of Feng Feiliu disintegrated, turning into a puff of incomparably pure, even pure, making Baoyu timid.

"He is worthy of being a top bachelor!

Baoyu exclaimed.

First, I envy the talent and purity of the top bachelors, and secondly, I also respect the wind and bones.

"In this way, you will die like a lamp going out. ”

Baoyu smiled and raised his sleeves to open the fog that had collapsed.

However, suddenly, the fog suddenly condensed into a spiritual fountain of brilliant talent.

Thirty percent of them dissipated between heaven and earth, and three percent fell on the paper, so that the ten buttons of paper were brightly fluorescent.

The remaining forty percent turned a corner and shot straight into Baoyu's Wenshan.

"By the way, he is now the war shadow of the poetry and talent, and the war shadow collapses, and the talent will be ......"

Baoyu only had time to exclaim, and her whole body was about to swell up like a cloth bag.

"Bachelors, top bachelors...... This is the ...... of the top bachelor's level talents."

Baoyu struggled to move her steps and stumbled a few times unconsciously.

The attackers wanted to help, but they were stopped by Baoyu with a lost look.

No one can help him, no one can help him this time!

Baoyu knew in her heart that this time, she was really playing Dafa.

Baoyu sighed in her heart, and finally suppressed the restless qi and blood all over her body, and projected her eyes into Wenshan.

As soon as Wenshan fell, Baoyu was so painful that he almost passed out.

To say that Baoyu's tenacity has been given enough consideration when climbing Wenshan, but at this time, that kind of pain is even more than several times that of climbing Wenshan.

And the base of the conversion is still the kind that doesn't light the incense of the hour.

Baoyu's body was only a charred skeleton, and when he looked around, he found that Wenshan at this time was full of black-purple flames.

This kind of flame is the culprit that makes him suffer so much!

The color of the robe of different positions actually symbolizes the color of the simmer, and the more Baoyu thinks about it, the more bottomless she becomes, and the fear of fear unconsciously spreads in the bottom of her heart.

Purple simmer, that's Jinshi's simmer, and black simmer, that's a bachelor-level horror existence!

Maybe it's because the wind and the flow are only the relationship between talent and spirit, and the color of the flame is purple with a little black, which is not yet at the level of a bachelor, but even if it is a Jinshi-level simmer, it can burn Baoyu to death!

It was just that short section of the Qi Spirit Spring that frantically suppressed the flames of Baoyu's entire Wen Mountain.

Now Baoyu's Baizhang Wenshan, all the peripheral flames are all purple and black.

No, it's not close.

Baoyu's eyes suddenly lit up and she laughed wildly.

His simmer is of high quality, it is a blazing white simmer, so it is not worth mentioning compared to the black and purple simmer.

But

One more point,

Very important!

Baoyu's simmering, which has a large amount of original golden light!

The paper that makes up Baoyu Baizhang Wenshan, almost half of which is written on it, is the first original edition in this world!

Baoyu had a headache for a long time in this regard, because such paper is difficult to be burned into juice by the simmer and achieve the prototype of literary courage.

But at this time, under the black-purple simmer, translucent golden juice continued to flow towards the foot of Baizhang Wen Mountain, just this moment, it melted nearly an inch high!

One inch, how many hours has Baoyu been studying diligently, studying all the time, how much has this melted?

One inch, it looks like a lot.

But if it is an ordinary talented Wenshan, half of it will be refined in an instant!

That's not a good thing.

But it can make thousands of talents panic and sad, and cut off the foundation of potential!

Baoyu suddenly saw an article under his feet, and was surprised to find that this article turned out to be something he hadn't carefully understood.

And this article is also slowly melting.

"Stop!"

Baoyu suddenly spoke, her arms outstretched, and the blazing white flames that soared into the sky poured out from the bottom of the Wen Mountain, mixing with the purple-black flames.

It must be stopped, forcibly melting Wenshan like this will indeed increase the speed of his cultivation, but it will destroy his foundation!

If he had the potential to attain the sainthood, if he was forcibly smelted like this, he would be much lower.

It is even possible to stop at Jinshi!

If the average Xiucai does this, even for a lifetime, it will only be a half-step lifter, and it is difficult to go further!

Baoyu controls its own simmering, mixing with the purple-black simmering and absorbing each other.

Although the purple-black simmer is powerful, it is a source of water and a rootless wood, while his simmer is endless.

Baoyu easily took a book that composed of Wenshan, which belonged to Zhu Xi, and it was a book he had been studying.

"Preface to the University Chapter,"

Baoyu closed her eyes and groaned.

"The book of the university, the ancient university teaches the law of people. If the people are born from heaven, they will not be able to do it with the nature of benevolence, righteousness, propriety and wisdom. However, the temperament of the temperament may not be complete, and it cannot be ......."

The exquisite commentary on the sage's chapter wanders in the vast and boundless canopy above the Wenshan Mountain.

Its precision and subtlety made the purple-black simmer tremble, completely losing the majesty just now.

Immediately afterwards, the blazing white simmer rumbled down, and the blazing white simmer with a radius of dozens of zhang could only roll down a little black and purple flame the size of a finger, and then swallowed it in one gulp, as if it was a cute pet, and it was so comfortable that it hummed.

Baoyu's spirit also suddenly felt an incomparably wonderful satisfaction.

Great, this is a wonderful commentary that has been passed down for hundreds of years!

Yes, Zhu Xishi, known as Zhu Wengong, is a physicist, thinker, philosopher, educator, poet, representative of the Min school, and a master of Confucianism, and is even called Zhu Zi.

He is the only one who is not a disciple of Confucius, but he can enjoy the Confucian Temple, and he is among the twelve philosophers of the Dacheng Hall and is worshiped by Confucianism!

If Zhu Xi was in the Great Zhou, even if he couldn't become a saint, at least he would be a half-saint-level peerless power!

The more Baoyu thought about it, the happier she became, and only the charred black bones remained, and she began to recover visibly with the naked eye.

The meridians cover the bones, then the blood vessels, the muscles, the skin, ......

Baoyu felt that his grasp of Wenshan was as delicate as a finest, and his control of Wenhuo was becoming more and more sensitive.

And the blazing white simmer rising high in the sky also seemed to have a hint of blue.

Whew

The blazing white flames suddenly churned, engulfing the few remaining purple-black flames.

Then it kept rolling and rippling, and a little light of light blue suddenly flashed from the center of the simmering fire.

This bit of light, like a fire candle lighting a short lead, is just an instant, the light blue light shines all over the world, and Baoyu's Baizhang Wenshan is suddenly surrounded by light blue simmer!

This......

Baoyu looked up to the sky and laughed, and then went out of Wenshan.

The body has returned to normal, and it seems that it has gained a lot of strength?

Baoyu comforted the attacker, walked to the stone where Wang Shanbao exercised his strength, picked a 1,500-pound one, and picked it up suddenly.

Ha!

Exhale and make a sound.

The thousand-pound boulder was lifted more than three inches high by Baoyu's two white and tender palms.

Immediately after, Baoyu's face turned red and he hurriedly put down the boulder.

There was another loud bang, followed by Baoyu's overexertion, a little choking laughter.

"Okay, well, since I can pick it up, my strength must be 1,500 catties. ”

"Don't talk about showmanship, even if it's an ordinary old demon, you don't need to talk about it on paper. ”

"And ......"

Baoyu was suddenly stunned.

A little simmer,

light blue,

Quietly appeared on the fingertips.

"Master, your simmering ......"

The attacker almost screamed, looked around, then lowered his voice, and said with a ecstatic face: "Master, this is a human-level simmer, have you become a lifter?"

"Not yet, this is just an accident. ”

Such an answer made the attacker a little disappointed, but he couldn't help but laugh like an elegant gardenia.

"That's also very good, you have a human-level simmer, and it's not very easy to smelt the gall? Master, I'm afraid it won't be long before the slave will call you the master." ”

"Huh, a virtuous attacker will also have a sweet mouth?"

Baoyu laughed at the attacker, told the attacker to prepare for food, and sat on the stool thinking about things.

The first point is that Wang Shanbao went to Jinling City, it doesn't matter, it's just a trip for nothing, and he comes back to give some reward.

This second point is particularly important.

Baoyu's simmering fire has become a human-level simmer, and the speed of melting Wenshan will naturally be accelerated, but he has not yet understood the books that make up this Baizhang Wenshan.

Fast, not necessarily good.

If you can't understand it thoroughly, you will inevitably be at a very low level.

But there is really no way to speed up the understanding and comprehension of books.

The students are deaf and clear-sighted, which has long made Baoyu more comprehension than ordinary people, but compared with other talents, he still stands on the same level.

And his simmering has gone beyond a stage.

"It's like running desperately, constantly pushing the limit, but not getting rest, hurting your own roots. ”

Baoyu shook his head and looked inward at Wenshan.

This look really scared Baoyu.

At the highest point of Wenshan is what Baoyu has just read.

At this time, under the light blue simmer, the words on it are like little people, constantly telling him the most profound truth, and the most real bittersweet joys and sorrows.

Can this human-level simmer accelerate my comprehension of books?