The sun was setting, and Hong Yi was lying quietly on the bed, thinking nonsense.

His soul was damaged, his eyes were blank, the thoughts and thoughts in his mind were extremely chaotic, and there were many distracting thoughts, not to mention the imperial examination and cultivation, even if a book was placed in front of his eyes, he couldn't understand it.

In addition to being upset, Hong Yi got up and sat down next to his desk.

The desk, which was originally full of pen, ink, paper, and inkstones, now has several wine bottles. Life is frustrated, and Hong Yi is also drinking heavily during this time.

However, at this moment, suddenly a streamer fell from the sky and fell directly into Hong Yi's eyebrows. In an instant, Hong Yi's distracted eyes suddenly became extremely bright.

The divine soul that was injured by the impact of Hong Xuanji's qi and blood was quickly repaired in an instant.

"Huh!?" At this moment, Hong Yi suddenly seemed to have turned on some switch, his mind was full of thoughts, and inspiration surged out in an instant.

All kinds of whimsical ideas melted into his heart almost instantly, and his views and perceptions of various things in the past seemed to emerge in an instant at this moment.

Subconsciously, he wrote a poem directly on a blank piece of paper -

"Who reads the west wind is cold alone, Xiao Xiao Huangye closes the window, and ponders the past and sets up the remnant sun. was surprised by the wine and slept heavily, and the gambling books were consumed with the fragrance of tea, which was only ordinary at that time. ”

The tone was mournful, jumping on the paper, and suddenly, the words were bright, and there seemed to be a kind of mournful artistic conception vaguely.

The light illuminated Hong Yi's face, his eyes were much deeper in a moment, and he slowly picked up the poem he had written before, savored it, and pondered it carefully.

Now just looking at this piece of paper, I feel a kind of sadness, a kind of unwillingness. This is the truest portrayal of the time he spent at home. A poem tells the story of his experience and mental journey in the past six months.

"What's going on, why is it that all of a sudden, such a poem, even I couldn't have done it before! And this word ......" Hong Yi looked carefully at the blank paper and looked at the verses on it.

Not to mention the artistic conception of this poem, even this word is far beyond his peak. When he was at his peak, he couldn't even write this kind of font that contained spirit.

"In ancient legends, a saint's words are enough to repel ghosts and gods, could it be that I have declined to the extreme during this time, but I have burst out with countless inspirations and thoughts? Even let my spirit recover? Hong Yi immediately put everything on his own sinking during this time.

"Adversity has reached the extreme, but it has begun to walk with good luck!" Hong Yi silently pondered his experience during this time and the countless inspirations and thoughts that emerged in his heart.

This feeling made him feel unpleasant.

So, he directly picked up the pen beside him, re-studied the ink, laid out the white paper, and finally gathered everything into one sentence: "No: No bandits, not good for Junzizhen." Big and small......"

At the moment when he wrote this paragraph, Hong Yi felt as if he had completely merged with the spirit of the ancient princes, and grasped their true spirit and real momentum! Truly great!

The more he continued to write, the more Hong Yi felt as if he had realized the most essential truth between heaven and earth in an instant, and his confidence became more and more sufficient.

"Tae: Small to big, Jihyung." After writing the previous "no", he turned his pen and quickly turned into the next hexagram.

Every word seems to have triggered a blessing of divine power in the underworld, and every word seems to be a baptism of his divine soul, from the supreme baptism of all sons and saints.

At this moment, there seemed to be a flame of wisdom burning in Hong Yi's brain.

The soul is the furnace, the wisdom is the work, the truth is the charcoal, and the thinking is the copper.

The books that Hong Yi has read since he was a child, the books he has seen, the truths he has understood, and even the warmth and coldness of the people he has seen since he was a child have all merged into one furnace, and all kinds of truths have been constantly rubbed and blended, and finally it seems to have completely turned into his own accumulation, heritage and truth.

And at this moment, all of a sudden, the words burst out and shone brightly.

Hong Yi instantly felt that his divine soul seemed to jump out all at once, and the golden light bloomed all over his body, like a scorching sun bursting out. In an instant, his soul left his body, and the whole person's soul directly reached an unimaginable height.

When he opened his eyes, the afterglow of the setting sun burst into from the outside world, leaving a faint shadow on the ground with Hong Yi's spirit.

"The sun hasn't set yet, and my soul actually broke out on the eve of sunset, and actually jumped directly from the realm of night travel, reaching the realm of day travel?" Hong Yi was a little dumbfounded, his progress was too fast and too fast.

"It turns out that reading is the strongest means of cultivating the divine soul. Otherwise, the bandit is not conducive to the gentleman's chastity. Big and small...... Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!! The more Hong Yi recited the sentence he had written before, the happier he felt in his heart, and the more he felt a sense of well-thought.

His spirit floated in the void, looking at the words on the white paper, and there was a feeling of enlightenment in his heart; It was as if these words were the truth he was pursuing.

At this moment, he felt that his divine soul thoughts were still growing, and his divine soul was becoming clearer and clearer under the afterglow of the setting sun.

Before, it was just a faint shadow, but now, it seems to have appeared in a real form.

The realm of daily travel continued to grow at this moment, and there were faint signs of entering the manifest realm.

"Good! Good! Good! Hong Yi's soul returned to his body, and the more he looked at it, the more happy he became.

"Tai and no...... My encounter with this can be described as 'the pole of things must be reversed, otherwise the pole will come'! Hong Yi sighed leisurely.

The heroic spirits of the sons turned into light and merged into his divine soul, causing Hong Yi's whole body to change like a rebirth.

And at this time, the Marquis of Wuwen's mansion, in the master bedroom.

Hong Xuanji was sitting here quietly, running his qi and blood.

Since he crushed his inner demons some time ago, he has officially advanced to human immortal, and now he has cultivated to a thousand miles a day.

"Huh!?" However, at the moment when the princes descended on Hong Yi, Hong Xuanji suddenly opened his eyes.

When the sons came, others couldn't notice it, but it was already a human immortal, and it was so close, how could it be that they didn't notice it at all?

"What's going on? It's the place of the rebels! Hong Xuanji's eyes showed a hint of horror, he subconsciously opened the door and rushed directly to Hong Yi's side.

He's already sensed something is wrong, and if he doesn't act quickly, I'm afraid something will happen that he can't control himself.

However, at the moment when Hong Xuanji just approached Hong Yi's side-

"Buzz!!"

A mighty aura carrying the will of the sons suddenly descended and rushed directly towards him.

The spirit of the sons, the artistic conception of the sons, and the truth of the sons seemed to have turned into pervasive wind and water, which quickly invaded Hong Xuanji's body.

"Poof!!"

In an instant, Hong Xuanji's face flushed, and suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out. This mouthful of blood actually has a fragrant smell, and the blood is even more flashing with a little purple gold.

"How is that possible? How can it be? I was wrong? How could I be wrong? Sons of the Middle Ages, do you think I'm wrong? Why? A trace of confusion appeared in Hong Xuanji's eyes, and the original high momentum of the whole person was instantly beaten back to the prototype, and even his little sun-like human immortal qi and blood fluctuations were weakened a lot at this moment.

The demons that had been spent before also broke out again at this time.

Hong Xuanji had just crossed the demons in his heart, and he was even in an unstable state, but now he was messed up by the power of the heroic spirits of the princes, and suddenly broke out again, and the whole person fell into a state of confusion.

Today's Hong Xuanji is not the one who did everything for his own way in the later stage of the original book, and he is not the one who did not hesitate to give away his life in order to achieve his great cause.

All Hong Xuanji wants now is to write a book, but now his Tao has been rejected by the Hundred Saints, and he naturally falls into a new round of demons.

Hong Xuanji's Tao is to distort the saying of "monarchs, ministers, fathers, fathers, sons", which means that to be a monarch is to have the responsibility of a monarch, and to be a courtier should be to have the responsibility of a courtier.

However, Hong Xuanji distorted this statement and turned it into an absolute authority and an absolute relationship between superiors and subordinates.