As the thickness of Mo Feng's book increased, his body exuded a fierce momentum, which was different from ordinary energy, it was a kind of momentum that was not angry and self-threatening, which made people feel panic and uneasiness unconsciously, just like a monkey met a tiger and an outlaw minister was interrogated by the saint.

It was a kingly domineering momentum, making all the energy bow down.

That's what the book is about!

Within three zhang of Mo Feng's surroundings, there are no living creatures!

Yes, Mo Feng has also comprehended the meaning of the book, and he has already mastered some methods of using the meaning of the book, so he is faster than Chu Qianqiu.

Chu Qianqiu's comprehension of the calligraphy is many times stronger than Mo Feng, after all, he has never forgotten, he is dedicated to Confucianism, and he has accumulated a lifetime of imperial examinations, and the accumulated calligraphy is not within Mo Feng's reach, but he doesn't know how to use it. Although he also invisibly released a trace of bookishness, he was too immersed in poetry, so he was slower than Mo Feng.

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In the middle of the pen mountain, the sun I saw was extraordinarily red and extraordinarily large. After a night, Chu Qianqiu finally finished looking at the two-foot stone book, and Mo Feng also observed the three-foot thickness, he finally opened his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and looked at Chu Qianqiu for the first time.

The cyan light swept over the last layer of the stone book, flickered a few times before vanishing. Chu Qianqiu didn't get up, he was still reading a book, and his brows were slightly furrowed, he seemed to have encountered a problem.

Chu Qianqiu did finish reading the two-foot stone book, but he always felt that something was wrong, and he always felt that there seemed to be some connection between those seemingly irrelevant poems.

He pondered hard, but he couldn't find any clues, and his brow furrowed even deeper.

Mo Feng was a little puzzled, and when he saw the thickness of the two of them, he smiled with satisfaction, got up and moved his body that had been sitting stiffly for a day and a night.

From the current point of view, Mo Feng Guanshu ranked first with three feet, Chu Qianqiu ranked second with two feet, and a white-bearded monk sat firmly on the third throne with one foot and three inches.

Although Ziyi was born in a family and has practiced countless exercises since he was a child, in the face of such a huge amount of information, he only read books for seven inches without comprehending the meaning of the book, which belongs to the top ten, which is also a good result, enough to show his talent.

After a stick of incense, Mo Feng began to continue reading the book, Chu Qianqiu was still looking for the possibility that he didn't know if it existed, his brows were furrowed, and his face was a little deformed.

Except for Chu Qianqiu, the monks present all regarded these stone books as an opportunity and a big sale of exercises, after all, they had never seen so many exercises in their lives, including the top ten families. Therefore, they desperately read more books, and they were able to memorize a few more exercises, but they couldn't even do it thoroughly.

Only Chu Qianqiu, he saw through the imagery, and the artistic conception was familiar, but he was still not satisfied, and he was still looking for it.

Half a day passed, Chu Qianqiu still found nothing, he combed each rock layer over and over again, without his previous interest, coupled with endless irritability, mental exhaustion hit violently.

A few more hours passed, Chu Qianqiu finally couldn't support it, he opened his tired eyes, lay flat on the grass, felt the softness of the grass, the caress of the breeze, and looked at the white clouds in the sky......

The sky was very blue, and the clouds were also very white, Chu Qianqiu felt that those white clouds were like big white plates, neatly placed together, and suddenly, there was a sharp wit in his mind.

Chu Qianqiu immediately got up, closed his eyes and meditated, Yuan Li was separated from his body, and he arranged the hundreds of layers of rock shards in a plane like white clouds, trying to find the connection.

However, nothing has been found.

Chu Qianqiu didn't give up, he thought about it, went through each poem all over again, and then fused and extracted their imagery and artistic conception, simplifying each poem into a symbol.

A poem is a symbol, Chu Qianqiu connects those poems, it is a "one" word.

One!

A simple horizontal, like a branch, and like a midnight rose in his hand.

Chu Qianqiu was thoughtful, looking around, there were a total of seventy-two fast stone books, and without hesitation, he got up and walked towards another three-foot stone book.

At this time, Mo Feng had already read the book for three feet and five inches, and the monks were talking from time to time, looking at him with envy or jealousy. When they saw Chu Qianqiu preparing to read the three-foot book, they were very surprised one by one, although they all knew that Chu Qianqiu was very strong, they still felt incredible.

Chu Qianqiu ignored it, and began to read the book with one mind and mind, this time he was not obsessed with poetry, but read the book according to the method of realizing the word "one", which was much faster.

The content of the three-foot stone book is still poetry, but half of Chu Qianqiu has not read it, and he doesn't care, after half a day, he finished reading the book and turned the content of the whole book into "a skimm".

Mo Feng looked at the book for four feet, and for the first time there was a look of struggle on his face, but he still insisted. Chu Qianqiu only had a stone book in his eyes, and immediately walked to a three-foot-two-inch stone book.

This time, it also took him half a day to finish reading the book, while Mo Feng only read the book for three inches, and Chu Qianqiu's eight feet two inches far exceeded his four feet three inches.

When Chu Qianqiu walked towards another stone book, the eyes of the monks had changed from surprise to amazement, as well as enthusiastic worship and fiery jealousy, and those words of praise for Mo Feng were all transferred to Chu Qianqiu's body without hesitation, and even more than that.

On the third day, Chu Qianqiu finished viewing the third stone book, and Mo Feng looked at the book for five feet.

On the fifth day, Mo Feng finally finished reading the six-foot stone book, his face was extremely pale, but he was still very happy, he didn't go to read the book again, he took a deep look at Chu Qianqiu and then lay backwards and fell asleep, there was clearly a touch of surprise and jealousy in his eyes, but more appreciation.

On the sixth day, Chu Qianqiu watched seven books, a total of twenty-one feet and three inches, and his body exuded a faint fragrance, floating between the stone books, as if there was a resonance. The aroma is intoxicating, although it is extremely light, but after the monks smell it, they breathe rapidly, their pupils constrict, and their amazement is like a holy pen in the world.

Because it is the fragrance of books, it is the purest Yuan Mo essence in the world, and the precious level is comparable to the Nine Pins Pill!

All the monks immediately stopped reading the book and meditated cross-legged, trying their best to suppress the excitement in their hearts, so that their minds and minds could be at peace, meditate and meditate, and meditate and cultivate.

They began to greedily absorb the few scholarly fragrances, even Mo Fengziyi was no exception. Chu Qianqiu's body emitted very little scholarly fragrance, and those monks with higher realms used some means to absorb all the scholarly fragrance, although the rest of the monks were angry, they did not make a move, because the scholarly fragrance became more and more intense.

On the tenth day, Chu Qianqiu watched and watched twenty books, with a total of 68 feet.

On the twentieth day, Chu Qianqiu walked towards the six-foot stone book that Mo Feng had finished.

On the thirty-fourth day, Chu Qianqiu only had two books left, and the books were 231 feet.

Those were the two highest stone books, both of which were one zhang, and Chu Qianqiu sat cross-legged in front of them, looking very small. The middle monks were all meditating, and their faces were full of red light, and their realm cultivation had been more or less improved.

On the thirty-seventh day, Chu Qianqiu's reading of the book was completed, a total of 251 feet!

He slowly opened his eyes, and the fragrance of the books immediately retreated into his body, and his lips moved slightly, and he said two words.

"Mirage. ”

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