Five days later, Wendao swept Xiqian.

Xiqian was just like the Fengxi at that time, Wendao was flourishing, and the streets and alleys were talking about Wendao.

In Qiyang County, everyone can recite a few words of scripture.

In the streets and alleys, every household, every family must ask the literati to inscribe two verses and hang them.

The rest of the counties are all waiting for the text to come.

Wendao Zhu pen has been suspended on the sky, communicating with Kunguo Wenyun and enjoying the nourishment of Wenyun.

On the seventh day, there was a change in the Wendao Zhu pen, and there was a faint flickering fire.

This is the people's hearts to the text, the literary movement is condensed, and the formation of a simmer.

The simmering fire symbolizes the rise of Wendao.

As the originator of Wendao, Yin Ming can not only feel it directly, but also directly bear the feedback brought by the prosperity of Wendao.

At the same time, the distant capital of Kunguo.

A lot of big names have felt the change.

Kun Imperial Palace.

After the emperor's bedchamber, there was a large hall.

The main hall was not hung with plaques and was blocked by arm-thick chains.

The chains are rusty and have no padlocks, and they seem to be all in one.

In the main hall, there is nothing but a broken well.

In the broken well, the well water suddenly gushed out as black as ink.

Under the water of the well, two dim lights lit up.

Although these two rays of light were faint, they went straight into the sky, as if they were observing the mutation of Wenyun.

It's just that Wenyun is illusory after all.

The martial arts giant may be able to feel it, but after all, it is not like Yin Ming, who can feel it intuitively.

Outside the palace, including the Grand Marshal's Mansion and the Prime Minister's Mansion...... In the mansions of many big people in Kun Kingdom, there are big people who are shocked and look at each other in disbelief.

However, none of these will affect Xiqian for the time being.

In the afternoon, Yin Ming sat on the school grounds, where thousands of literati gathered to discuss with each other the scriptures they had learned in the morning.

Gan Le carried a wooden tray with a cup of tea and served it to Yin Ming.

The brown color is silvery white, very extraordinary.

"Master, please use tea. ”

Yin Ming nodded, took the teacup, and took a sip.

Ganle comes from the Xuanguo Kingdom, where the Xuanshan tea is abundant, and it is a green tea with a very peculiar taste.

Yin Ming said with a smile: "Good tea, it's hard for you to come from thousands of miles away, and you still have these tea leaves." ”

Ganle brings authentic Xuanshan tea, which is produced from three mountains in the northwest of Xuanjing City.

Even warriors love this tea, because cultivating with this tea can reduce the danger of going mad.

This authentic Xuanshan tea is not an exaggeration to say that it is worth 10,000 gold.

If it is the Xuanshan tea produced in the surrounding mountains, it will not have such a miraculous effect.

However, its taste is also very fragrant, and it is highly sought after by the magnates of the eight countries, and even the demon clan has some demon kings who like it.

Although Gan Le is a literati, after Xuanguo is also an official eunuch, his family is extraordinary, so he can get some.

Gan Le also smiled and said: "Xuanshan tea from Xuanguo has been the best gift since ancient times. ”

"As a native of Xuanguo, if you want to meet the master, you naturally have to bring some for the master to taste. ”

Ling Wangyu came over from nowhere, and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, there is an allusion to this Xuanshan tea. ”

"The master is from the Tang Kingdom, I don't know if you have ever heard of it?"

Yin Ming's heart moved, and he said, "What you said is the legend that the personal disciple of the Martial Ancestor killed an old demon in the Xuan Kingdom, right?"

Ling Wangyu said admiringly: "Master is really knowledgeable. ”

"This matter is not spread much outside the Xuanguo, and I only heard it when I traveled to the Xuanguo in the past. ”

Gan Le said, "You guy, who is the Master, how can there be anything that you know but the Master doesn't know?"

Yin Ming smiled and did not speak.

He is not from this world, and he can know about this, or in his body's memory, there is a related memory left by his predecessor.

Although the predecessor was weak, he was well-read and knew a lot of strange things.

The origin of this Xuanshan tea is said to be that there was a fierce old demon in the past, which ravaged the human race.

An invincible powerhouse under the Martial Ancestor Throne personally shot and fought a decisive battle with the old demon in Sanxuan Mountain.

The battle lasted for several days, and the strong man slew the old demon and made immortal feats for the human race.

But for three years in a row, Sanxuan Mountain was soaked in the silver blood of the old demon, and the grass and trees did not grow, and the insects and beasts were nowhere to be found.

The strong man stayed in Sanxuan Mountain for three years, settled down, and used martial arts to refresh the mountain range, and Sanxuan Mountain was rejuvenated.

It wasn't until thirty years later that the blood dried up completely, and the mountain soil was stained with a strange silver.

Outside the grassland where the strong man lived in seclusion, there were three tea trees planted by him, which were originally to observe whether the mountain returned to normal

Later, the three tea trees were transplanted to the three mountains respectively, and became the world-famous Xuanshan tea in later generations.

This is naturally a good story, but in this chaotic world, it has not been spread, and only the people of Xuanguo know about it.

Yin Ming sighed lightly.

The history of this world is also magnificent, but it is a pity that there is a lack of unified collation.

Many legends have been lost in the long river of history.

If one of the eight kingdoms were to fall, then a large part of the history of the human race would be missing.

For example, the Tang Dynasty Hong, as well as the Kun Dynasty, its historical classics have suffered heavy losses.

Fortunately, Yin Ming's grandfather, that is, the old prime minister, worked hard to sort out the historical documents of the previous dynasty.

There is no such figure in Kunguo, and in a few decades, the history of the former kingdom will become ethereal.

Gan Le said: "Master, Master, what's wrong with you, dare the tea not be in taste?"

Yin Ming came back to his senses, shook his head with a smile, and said, "The tea is very good, it's just that I just remembered something for a while." ”

Ling Wangyu suddenly noticed Yin Ming's desk and asked, "Master, are you writing a new scripture?"

Yin Ming looked over and immediately smiled.

"This is a strange book that I have recently written in my spare time, and it is interesting to talk about, and it does not reach the level of 'scripture'. ”

Yin Ming's recent writings have encountered a bottleneck, and the seventh original scripture has been unable to be opened.

Yin Ming didn't insist on it, these days, he has been plotting mountains and rivers in the ground, as well as strange and strange things.

These two books should be at the level of 'books', but it is not completely impossible to reach the level of 'scriptures'.

Several of Yin Ming's disciples in Fengxi came over.

Liu Ji asked curiously: "Master, I don't know if our Wendao will still have a primordial scripture born?"

Huang Yafu also said: "Yes, I see that the master has been writing books recently, but he has never written a primitive scripture anymore. ”

Yin Ming sighed lightly and said, "Primordial scriptures, how can it be easy to obtain the creation of heaven and earth?"

"I've been thinking about it lately, but although there are many thoughts in my mind, none of them are enough to reach the height of the original scriptures. ”

All the disciples looked solemn, and they realized that the Master had been thinking about such a big matter.

How precious the original scriptures are, every time they are born, they are enough to affect the rise and fall of literature and Taoism.

They also pondered, wanting to help the Master figure out how to write the scriptures.