Hong Yi casually picked up a branch on the ground, picked up the fire, and pulled it in the charred ash a few times, and unexpectedly picked up a dark golden object.

He didn't rush to reach out and picked it up in front of him with a branch, and found that it was a "cloth roll" like satin.

Stretching out his hand to test it, he found that the "cloth roll" was not as hot as he imagined because it was burned by the fire, but it was cold to the touch.

Hong Yicai took it in his hand and looked through it.

Although this thing is silk, it is made of gold and iron.

It was rolled into a finger-sized roll, but when I lifted it, it was a big piece.

It was densely covered with words like flies and mosquitoes.

There is also a big Buddha carved in it, sitting in the void, surrounded by the sun, moon and stars.

"It's ......"

"Past Mida Sutra!?"

Hong Yi soon saw the name of the scripture written next to the Buddha.

In the past ten years, he has read more than half of the hundreds of thousands of books in the Great Zen Temple in the Fox Valley Stone Cave.

It has long been guessed that nine out of ten of those books are from the destroyed Great Zen Temple.

Although there is no record of martial arts and Taoism in these scriptures, many things related to it are recorded.

It also includes so many accounts of the Great Zen Temple.

Among them, there are the three secret classics of the three towns and temples of the Great Zen Temple, the past, the present and the future.

This past Mida Sutra is the supreme treasure technique of cultivating the divine soul.

Hong Yi was sure that if the news of this treasure scripture leaked out in his hands, he would immediately become the target of everyone's attention and the enemy of the whole world!

Don't say that ordinary people, even His Majesty today, I am afraid that he will not let go of such a treasure scripture.

Hong Yi's pupils shrank slightly, and in an instant, he suppressed the shock in his heart, calmed down as usual, and no longer looked at the scriptures, he rolled them up and hid them closely.

Looking at the two graves again, he muttered: "Mother, eldest brother......"

Today, when he was coerced by the maid and almost humiliated by her, Hong Yi understood.

He can't just study, he has to practice martial arts, he has to practice Taoism.

Even though my heart was burning, I didn't think about reading that scripture anymore.

Such a treasure sutra must be viewed with a calm mind and sincerity.

Hong Yi got such a treasure, and he couldn't make up his mind for a while.

I wanted to take the opportunity to stay in Fox Valley for three or two more days, and after worshipping my mother and brother, I would return to the Hou Mansion.

Now he didn't have the heart to go to Fox Valley, and worshiped in front of the grave, so he hurried back at night.

Also thanks to the strong national strength of the Great Qian, the city does not have a curfew like the previous dynasty, even at night, you can enter and exit the city gate.

Hong Yi didn't notice that after he left, a gentle wind blew, and the extinguished fire in front of the grave ignited again.

There was a flame in the fire, twisting and twisting, rising up, and slowly changing into a human form.

He has a high crown and a long beard and robe, and a clear face.

It is Hong Pi's thought god, Wei Xuancheng.

Looking at Hong Yi's distant back, he stroked his long beard, and after a while, he turned into formless and substantial, and went away.

Hong Yi hurriedly returned to the small courtyard of the Hou Mansion, bathed and changed clothes, and came to the bookcase.

I was going to write a few words and calm down.

Suddenly, I saw a few things on the bookcase, which I had never seen before.

"Snow paper, white fox pen, purple stone inkstone, musk ink......"

Hong Yi is also a reader, and since he was a child, he has read a lot of books, has a wide range of knowledge, stretched out his hand to caress it, and smelled it a few times, and he identified all these things.

I couldn't help but show surprise on my face.

Each of these things is worth a lot of money.

Among them, the snow paper and white fox pen, I heard that they came from Confucianism, are even more rare, and they can be called a piece of paper and a hard to find on the market.

Who sent it?

As soon as this idea came to mind, Hong Yi saw a letter next to him.

It was left by Xiao An, and it explains the origin of these things.

"Jing Yuxing, Xiaoli Guogong?"

"Why did he give me something so valuable?"

Although the words left indicate that the prince of Xiaoli Guogong read and wrote the words and praised him, he gave these gifts.

Hong Yi didn't think that what he wrote could be worth such a valuable gift.

"That's it, it's useless, send it to Hong Xuejiao tomorrow, and let her go back."

Although he made a decision in his heart, Hong Yi looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, but his heart was still eager to move, and he was very reluctant.

It's not that he's greedy, but in the rumors, the utensils of Confucianism are made of mysterious methods.

They are all contaminated with the Haoran righteousness of the great Confucianism of the Grandmaster of Wendao, and the scholars get it, use it to accompany themselves, and get the blessing of the Haoran righteousness, and their minds will be much clearer and their understanding will be opened.

Snow paper and white fox pens are among the famous objects.

Legend has it that the things in the scholar's room in the palace are all from Confucianism, and the ones used by His Majesty today are made by Ya Sheng Gong himself.

Yasheng Gong has a saying: The spirit of Haoran is the greatest and the most rigid, and it is harmless to be directly raised, and it is worthy of righteousness and Tao, and it is stuffed between heaven and earth.

Hong Yi has been reading for many years and naturally knows.

But I can't really know what the aura of Haoran is, and what is the wonder of its qi.

All Confucian students, people who study in the world, do not want to cultivate a heroic spirit.

Because it is not only the backbone and spirit of a true scholar, but also the heroic spirit in his chest, so that he can be recognized by the world as a literati and respected by the world.

Moreover, the spirit of Haoran is the foundation of the six arts of Confucianism and gentlemen.

If you cultivate the heroic spirit in your chest, you will be able to learn the art of Confucian gentlemen.

The world knows that all the literati and students in the world are eager to do it.

Hong Yi is naturally no exception.

"I used this white fox pen to write a few words, and I didn't lose paper and ink, and I used it left and right, and it didn't matter."

As soon as Hong Yi saw this, he knew that it was not a new pen, although it was very well maintained, the jade pen shaft was very lubricated in a few places, and it was obviously a trace of being used often.

Thinking about it, he pulled out his old yellow paper and grabbed the white fox pen.

As soon as the pen started, I felt a sense of warmth, as if there was a sense of yang and harmony, from the pen straight into the fingers, flowing all over the body, and in an instant I felt that the whole body was warm, like being in a hot spring.

"Sure enough, it is a treasure of Confucianism, and it lives up to its name."

Hong Yi's face was amazed, and he yearned for the Confucian sect a little more.

It's just a thing that is used every day, and it's so miraculous.

And this Confucian Sect is in the world, but in just ten years, the Ya Shenggong who is rumored to be the same age as him, but can do such an earth-shattering thing, and single-handedly create such a holy land of literature and Taoism, I really don't know what kind of person he is?

Thinking of the white-clothed students who can be seen everywhere today, the generosity that can be heard everywhere, the unyielding style, and the image of a prosperous era of literature and Taoism.

It was all created by this sub-holy father.

And he himself, who has studied hard for so many years, has only gained a mere fame.

The soul of the deceased mother and brother in the sky, I don't know when to be comforted.

Hong Yi couldn't help but have a rush of spirit in his chest, and he had a tendency not to vomit or be unhappy.

I couldn't help but dip my pen in ink and wave it on the paper: "It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, it's a lot of different roads, where are you now?" ”

"There will be a time when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea!"

This verse is also from the mouth of the Yasheng Gong, Hong Yi is very fond of it, and he often recites it on weekdays.

Now that I have written it, my chest is even more full of spirit.

It's like boiling water.

A fiery breath filled his chest, almost bulging out, turning into a long howl.

Hong Yi knew that if he alarmed the people in the house, he would not have good fruit to eat, so he could suppress this impulse to roar.

This feeling of suffocation made the spirit in his chest even more surging out, and he couldn't stop it.

I couldn't stop waving and writing this verse on the paper over and over again.

The more I write, the more difficult it is to calm down, and the heavier I write.

After more than a dozen pieces of paper, Hong Yi was already waving like a rafter, and the pen force penetrated through the back of the paper and reached the bookcase, as if he was about to enter the wood.

At this moment, the inexplicable aura in his chest could no longer be suppressed.

Unable to find an outlet, he seemed to be able to feel the intention of his pen, so he went straight through his arm from his chest, poured into the white fox pen, and gushed out from the tip of the pen.

Fall on the paper, the words shine!

"It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk......"

"There will be a time when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea!"

"Boom!"

Hong Yi's last stroke fell, and he suddenly heard a loud bang in his heart.

It's like the chest is full of energy, and it can't tolerate a single bit anymore, and it finally explodes.

He didn't feel the pain of his chest bursting, but he felt a sense of sudden transparency between his body and mind.

The blazing white in front of me was as hot as the sun, and before I could react, a flower in front of my eyes, and suddenly it opened up.

The night is like a curtain, the bright moon is like jade, the world is vast, and you can ride the wind.

Hong Yi didn't care what his situation was now, he only felt that the ambition in his chest had been expressed, and when he was happy in his life, he had never been so momentous.

He is also a bookish and talented person.

With happiness in his chest, he opened his mouth and groaned: "Ling Ling Qianqingyue, sail to help the sky!" ”

"Huh?"

In the sky not far from the Hou Mansion, Wei Xuancheng, the god of thought who was standing in the air, felt something in his heart and looked up.

Sanctification with a thought?

Hong Yi?

"Hmmm! The idea is so vast, and there is a trace of pure yang qi, there are ghosts and immortals to survive the thunder tribulation? Or is there a thunder robbery ghost fairy watching the Jade Capital City? ”

In the Jade Capital City, there are countless martial arts and Taoist masters, and at the same time, they feel the breath of this vast pure yang, sweeping over the capital like a wave.

Almost all looked up at the same time.

"Who is it?"

Meanwhile.

In the Afong's Mansion.

Shangshan, who was guarding the door, was also looking up at the sky, with his cultivation that even ghosts and immortals could defeat with two swords, this fluctuation naturally couldn't hide from him.

At this time, the door suddenly opened, and Hong Pi walked out of it.

"Master."

Shangshan bowed, and his eyes were full of inquiry.

Hong Pi stepped out of the door with his hands in his hand, looked up at the sky, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a somewhat unpredictable smile, as if he was talking to himself, and it was also like responding to Shangshan's question: "The heavenly machine is mysterious, and it is really unpredictable......"

Although Hong Yi's past scripture was his arrangement, this method of sanctification was not what he expected.

In his prediction, Hong Yi had obtained the past scriptures, and it was impossible to cultivate them in a short period of time.

Because he doesn't channel.

Originally, he was supposed to get the Dao Sutra and Martial Arts from the Fox Valley Stone Cave and start practicing martial arts.

But the Daojing and Wujing in the stone cave have been taken away by him, and Hong Yi has nowhere to get it.

In the past, the Mida Sutra was not an ordinary Taoist scripture, and without these foundations, no matter how talented he was, it would be impossible for him to practice it.

But unexpectedly, Jing Yuxing took the initiative to approach Hong Yi because of his few words, and also gave away his beloved things.

The white fox pen was given to Jing Yuxing by himself, which contains his majestic righteousness, and a trace of the artistic conception of sanctification and divine clarity.

And Hong Yi has been studying for many years, relying on hearsay, and he has already cultivated a heroic spirit in his chest without knowing it.

The white fox pen became an opportunity, which aroused the spirit in his chest, and he became holy with a thought.

Although it is different from the original fate, it is very different, and its momentum has not changed.

That's why Hong Pi sighed.

He was not disappointed, but happy.

First, Hong Yi finally embarked on this road.

Second, this was one of his calculations, wanting to take the opportunity to see the mystery of heavenly luck in Hong Yi.

As the thought turned, a hand carrying his body suddenly stretched out from behind his back, and his palm spread out, and a fist-sized spherical object appeared out of thin air and hung over his palm.

"The armillary sphere?"

Shangshan was slightly startled.

Among the six sacred vessels of Confucianism, Kyushu Dingzi is a well-deserved first weapon.

But the most mysterious of them is the armillary sphere corresponding to the number of calculations in the six arts.

It's the thing in front of me that seems inconspicuous at first glance.

It's a jade ball.

At first glance, there is no advantage except that the jade is quite warm.

Even the color of jade is not superior.

It is covered with gray ink spots, and there are crack-like vertical and horizontal lines connected, mottled and messy.

Not to mention the powerful, even the average rich and noble family can't look down on it.

But if you look closely, you can see how ingenious this ball is.

The gray ink spots seem to be messy, but when you look closely, they seem to be able to trap people in them.

But if you want to look at it for a long time and see it clearly, it is delusional.

After staring at this ball for a long time, the average person will be dizzy and confused.

At each end of the sphere, there is a hole.

It can be seen in the hole that this jade ball is hollow, and there is a circle of jade rings in it, layer by layer, and between the jade rings, there are smaller jade balls connected.

This jade, which is full of gray ink spots, is like the universe of the universe of the void, and the small balls are like the stars in the void, and the jade ring is the trajectory of the stars.

Shangshan knew, not to mention those mysterious small balls and jade rings, they were the seemingly chaotic gray spots on the outside of the sphere, and they were not ordinary impurities.

It is the highest secret book of the way of arithmetic among the six arts created by the master-Hetuluo Book.

It is also the most elusive of the six arts.

Among the Confucian students, none of them can comprehend the mysteries.

When Shangshan was surprised, he saw that Hong Pi had already raised his hand and held up the armillary sphere.

The armillary sphere slowly rose from Hong Pi's palm, and the gray ink spots on the sphere, and the vertical and horizontal lines, had a faint glow, and seemed to swim.

When you look closely, it seems to be an illusion.

On the contrary, the armillary sphere is slowly rotating, and the small ball and jade ring in it are also slowly rotating in a certain trajectory.

An invisible wave that no one could perceive except for the flood was in the rotation of the sphere, rippling in all directions, heaven and earth.

In an instant, it spread to the entire Yujing City.

"Huh?"

"Why is it missing?"

Those who searched around for the suspected thunder robbery ghost immortal aura suddenly found that it was difficult to detect the slightest breath anymore.

The originally clear breath disappeared into everyone's senses, and there was no trace to be found.

"Whoosh!"

The armillary sphere suddenly stopped spinning, and shot back into Hong Pi's hand from the air.

Hong Pi smiled slightly, and raised a finger with his other hand, revealing wisps of sword energy, surrounding the jade ball.

After a while, there were more spots on the jade ball.

Hong Pi showed a satisfied look, and as soon as his five fingers were closed, he pulled the jade ball into his sleeve.

When the good saw this, he knew that the Master would have something to gain.

It's just that he doesn't ask, and he doesn't understand when he asks.

Hong Pi suddenly said: "Goodness." ”

Shangshan hurriedly bowed and replied, "Master." ”

"You are a kind person, but you love the sword very much, you are immersed in my sword, and you have no distractions, which is a good thing for others, but for you, it is a little too much,"

Hong Pi looked at the sky with his hands down, and said slowly: "How are you practicing the five methods of shooting thieves?" ”

Shang Shanmian was now ashamed: "Back to Master, that ...... There is no entry. ”

Hong Bi turned his head to look at him and said with a smile: "That's not good, gentleman, when the six arts converge, these days, the weather will be very good, you will invite one or two students, three or five friends, go to the West Mountain to shoot and hunt, and practice your archery skills well." ”

Shangshan opened his mouth slightly, a little surprised, but he didn't ask questions, and said obediently: "Yes, Master." ”

Hong Pi nodded, then turned around and walked back to the room.