Now that he knows the origin of Qingniu, Feng Qingyan will stay for the time being.

In the academy, no matter how powerful the monster is, it is just a loach in the ditch, and it can't make any big waves. Besides, he also needs a cow to pull the cart, and the bull demon is naturally better than ordinary ploughing oxen, and even the coachman can save it.

After dinner, Feng Qingyan came to the library and looked through a lot of Confucianism.

Especially the soldiers' paper talk.

"A soldier can evolve an infinite number of soldiers and horses to kill the enemy by talking about soldiers on paper, why don't I have a similar technique in Confucianism?" Feng Qingyan frowned and thought, feeling that the Confucian scholars in the realm of scribes had too few means of attack.

Actually, there is not even one.

The few Confucianism he is learning now are all auxiliary Confucianism, such as bright eyes and night vision, angry hair rushing to the crown, ink does not stick to the skin, spotless, etc.

And the "Lip Sword" with amazing lethality requires the scribe realm to cultivate.

Feng Qingyan shook his head and left the library.

He returned to Jiazi Courtyard, bathed and changed clothes, and then came to Baihua Valley again to play "The Conjuring". After about half an hour, he left and returned to the temple, thinking about how to use the literary qi to turn it into a sword......

Wenqi sword.

This is the Confucianism he wants to create, and it only needs to be simply turned into a sword.

At this time, Feng Qingyan came to the valley behind the Jiazi Courtyard, closed his eyes and meditated, and after a while, he opened his eyes and said: "Sword, the ancient holy product, the supreme and noble, the people and gods are worshipped." It is the ancestor of short-range soldiers, the weapon of close combat, and with profound Taoist art, he has entered the legend ......"

Although the Wen Qi in the Wen Palace, there is not the slightest movement, and it cannot evolve into a sword.

But at this time, the three gentlemen in his mind moved, and wisps of pale white text gushed out, which gradually turned into a sword shape in his mind.

But, not yet a sword.

"The swordsman, the soldier, open the double blade, the body is straight and the head is pointed, the horizontal and vertical can hurt people, and the stab can penetrate the armor. Feng Qingyan said again, and the mist-like Wenqi sword in his mind gradually became condensed, "Dangerous and abnormal, born to kill ......"

In an instant, the literary qi turned into a cold sword, bursting out with a bit of fierce aura.

"The sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and a sword light chills nineteen states. ”

Feng Qingyan shouted suddenly, wanting to use poetry to drive the Wen Qi Sword, but the Wen Qi Sword in his mind immediately dispersed.

It seems that the power of this sentence is too great, and Wen Qi Sword can't afford it at all.

Feng Qingyan was not discouraged, and continued to use Jun Ziding's literary qi to evolve the literary sword, perhaps he was really created by himself to create a powerful Confucianism......

However, Confucianism is not so easy to create, otherwise the great Confucianism and sages would have created it a long time ago.

In the blink of an eye, the night passed.

He went back to the Jiazi Courtyard to rest for a while, and then went to the lecture hall to listen to the lectures.

After the lesson, Feng Qingyan walked towards the library, but was stopped by the pianist of the Fengming Qin Club on the way.

"Senior brother, there is a letter from the Thirteenth Academy, saying that Qin Bi has been delayed by three months. ”

The violinist said excitedly.

"Delayed for three months?"

Feng Qingyan was stunned, is this the heavens going to the hidden capital by themselves?

The old horse pulling the cart died of illness, and a strong bull demon came, and because he was worried about the Qin Society and the Qin comparison of the Thirteen Academies, the Thirteen Academies were now postponed for three months......

It's a dream come true.

It's April now, and the original Qin competition was scheduled for June, but it was postponed by three months, which is September.

He now has almost five months to spare.

"Why?"

Feng Qingyan asked suspiciously.

"The piano club of the Thirteen Academies said that it was an experience. "They didn't give a specific reason, but there was news that they were going out to kill the souls and demons." ”

Feng Qingyan frowned, and then went to the Qin Society.

Jeanby did delay it for three months.

"In that case, let's go. ”

Feng Qingyan smiled, and didn't worry about going or not going anymore.

Besides, he wanted to go in his heart, but he couldn't find a full reason.

Soon after, he came to the library again, continued to read Confucianism and Confucianism, figured out the operation of the literary atmosphere, and continued to evolve the literary atmosphere.

"The swordsman is a gentleman and a gentleman, so it is indispensable to defend himself. ”

Feng Qingyan whispered, and a sword appeared in his mind again, exuding a few fierce aura, but he couldn't come out to kill the enemy.

So, it's still useless.

sub-hours.

Feng Qingyan came to the Valley of Hundred Flowers with the piano on his back.

When he played, the soul of Bai You was still there, and he said, "When will Gongzi go to the hidden capital?"

"Gentleman, have you thought about it?"

Zi Yaqin's face was happy, and she was a little excited in her heart, and said: "Naturally, the sooner the better, after all, Ziyin's soul can't wait long." ”

"What about three days later?" Feng Qingyan thought for a moment.

"Everything is up to the gentleman. ”

Zi Yaqin bowed.

Feng Qingyan left with the qin on his back, and after returning to the Jiazi Courtyard, he came to the valley again, constantly evolving the Wenqi Sword. Suddenly, he frowned, slightly surprised, for a poem popped into his mind......

He was surprised, and couldn't help but whisper: "

In the past, there was a beautiful woman Gongsun, and a sword dance moved in all directions.

The spectators are depressed like mountains, and the heavens and the earth are low for a long time.

Yao Ruyi shoots nine sunsets, and is like a group of emperors and dragons.

Come like thunder to restrain anger, and let it be like the river and sea condensing the light. ”

As he recited the poem, the scene in front of him gradually changed, and a faint shadow of a sword dancer appeared. It seems to be the Gongsun clan in the poem, and she was frightened when she danced with a sword......

Heaven and earth were also infected by her sword posture, and they fluctuated and fluctuated.

At this time, I saw that the sword light was dazzling, like Hou Yi shooting down the nine suns, dancing vigorously and agilely, just like the gods flying with dragons. When dancing, the sword is like a thunderbolt, which makes people breathtaking, and when the dance is closed, it is calm, like the waves of the river and the sea......

Feng Qingyan was shocked when he saw it, what is the situation?

When he looked at it, there was no Gongsun clan and a bright sword shadow.

Hallucination?

Feng Qingyan wrinkled.

However, the hallucination just now seemed to touch something, and his mind was full of thoughts, wanting to contact the mysterious existence.

It seems that that is where the power of the Holy Way lies.

"Since soldiers have a paper to talk about soldiers, and they can evolve infinite soldiers and horses to kill the enemy, why can't I, Confucianism, sit back and talk about the Tao, and use poetry and articles as the power for my use?"

Feng Qingyan frowned and said.

When he finished speaking, a bang exploded in his head.

His thoughts were instantaneous, and he seemed to have touched an incomparably mysterious power, causing his body to burst out with a thousand holy lights, making the heavens and the earth like day.

Jingle Bell –

In the books near him, the words suddenly vibrated like gold, emitting bursts of crisp and harmonious rhyme.

At this time, the entire academy shook, both the teachings and the students, they were extremely shocked.

The night sky Chinese vaporized clouds, and bursts of pleasant holy sounds fell.

The big red brocade flowers are born from heaven and earth, exuding bursts of refreshing fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed when they smell it.

The teachings of the academy were shocked and a little incredulous.

At this time, many students were curious to reach out and touch the big red brocade that was born out of thin air, and it was extinguished when touched, but it was full of fragrance.

The heavens and the earth are full of red brocades.

The floral fragrance is refreshing.

The students were like eating the elixir, and their whole body was extremely comfortable and energetic.

"The holy light is eternal, the words resonate, the tone is like a cloud, the holy sound falls from the sky, and the heaven and earth give birth to flowers, this is the ...... Who is sanctified?"

The old priest looked up at the night sky and trembled with excitement.

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