Shen Lang nodded lightly, and also understood that this Zhang Tingwan was probably not a formation mage who was found at random, and the Liao family asked him to come over today, it seems that it was also to guide his cultivation in the Haoran Realm.

It took most of the day to set up the formation, and even dinner was used here with Shen Lang.

During the banquet, Shen Lang also consulted some questions about the advanced Eight Rank Haoran Realm, and they all benefited a lot.

This also made Shen Lang a little surprised, this court night didn't look amazing, and his words seemed very casual and casual, and there was no so-called superior demeanor. But the breadth of his knowledge is simply breathtaking!

What is Zhang Tingwan's origin?

Shen Lang was puzzled, but Zhang Tingwan didn't say it explicitly, so Shen Lang naturally wouldn't ask.

After dinner, Zhang Tingwan continued to arrange the formation, and Shen Lang also followed along the way to learn.

Finally, when the moon was in the middle of the sky, the formation was completed.

When the last treasure was placed in a fixed position, the entire courtyard was suddenly filled with a faint green atmosphere.

"What's going on?"

Shen Lang was surprised.

He had seen the manifestation of the talent of Tianyan poetry, but this was the first time he had seen this kind of appearance out of thin air.

Zhang Tingwan nodded, his expression was a little complicated, and said: "These talents are all extracted from those treasures, and the formation can keep them here for a long time." ”

Shen Langqi said: "Then these treasures are ...... after they are pulled out of their talents."

"Only if you are talented can you call Wenbao, but if you don't have it, you won't be it." Although Zhang Tingwan said casually, there was a bit of sadness in her eyes.

This is a person with a story, Shen Lang said secretly in his heart.

"Brother Shen, you rested in this formation before writing the article, mainly to feel the talent." Zhang Tingwan paused and continued, "The formation talent is a little different from the blessing of the Heavenly Dao. The blessing of heaven is also called the empowerment of talents, and the prominent thing is the word 'infusion', even if you don't take the initiative to absorb it, those talents will be poured into your body. ”

"But it's completely different here." Zhang Tingwan said and smiled slightly, "Do you think that the talent condensed here is nothing more than that?" ”

Shen Lang looked a little embarrassed, but he still replied honestly: "Brother Zhang, you know that I have written a few works of Mingzhou, and I have seen a lot of talents from the sky. ”

"Quite a few? It's a lot, okay, other people have seen each other in their lifetimes, and they don't necessarily have you for more than two months. Zhang Tingwan shook his head and smiled.

Shen Lang coughed lightly twice, and continued: "So what I want to say is that although there are a lot of talents here, at most they are equivalent to Mingzhou's works, if other readers use this talent to assist in writing, isn't it ......?"

"Isn't it almost meaningful?"

Zhang Tingwan shook his head and smiled, but his eyebrows gradually became a little dignified: "You know that Wenbao is the cultivation of reading talents, so do you know why there are so many talented things, and why only scholars can cultivate them into Wenbao?" ”

Shen Lang was stunned, he hadn't thought about this problem.

It's like a lot of things in this courtyard, many of which contain a lot of talent, even more than some treasures, but they haven't become treasures.

"Ziyu doesn't know, please ask Brother Zhang for advice." Shen Lang hugged his fists.

Zhang Tingwan said slowly: "Because of the will!" In addition to the talent, the treasure also contains a wisp of the will of the reader. Brother Shen, you have the experience of asking for a holy judge, and you should understand what the so-called will is. ”

Shen Lang thought about it carefully, and his mind was inexplicably flooded with the power of the Anping County Academy that day.

That is a wisp of the will of a saint, that is, the will of the saints!

"Could it be that Wenbao has its master's will?" Shen Lang exclaimed.

Zhang Tingwan nodded slightly, and said softly: "But after all, it is gone, and what remains is only their spirit and spirit, and their last belief." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Shen Lang and said solemnly: "But it can also be said that every piece of Wenbao records the lifelong belief of a Confucian and Taoist scholar!" Each and every one of them is the basis for the eternal existence of our human race! Ziyu, remember! ”

Shen Lang solemnly clenched his fists: "Shen Lang remembered!" ”

Zhang Tingwan's expression softened slightly, and he chuckled: "What I said is a bit serious, don't affect my brother's next poems." ”

Shen Lang shook his head and said, "Knowing this, I will be more sure in the future." ”

"When are you going to start writing?"

Shen Lang said: "Don't worry, there is still something missing." ”

Zhang Tingwan looked puzzled.

At this moment, there was a sound of thin footsteps outside, and it sounded like it should be a woman.

"Little girl Fangfei, I've seen Mr. Ziyu."

At the gate of the courtyard, the peach hermitage Oiran Fang Fei bowed to the blessing ceremony.

Zhang Tingwan's expression was a little strange, he was still talking to you kid just now, and you got the Taoan Oiran now?

Shen Lang coughed lightly, and his expression was slightly embarrassed.

"It's not what Brother Zhang thought," he walked to the gate ......of the courtyard after speaking, and hugged his fist towards Fang Fei, "I'm tired of Miss Fang Fei, please come in and talk." ”

Fang Fei shook her head lightly: "Mr. must have a great work in the world next, the little woman's humble body, for fear of polluting Mr. Wenyun, she will not go in." ”

Her words were soft, but slightly bitter.

No matter how famous she is among scholars, no matter how hard she works to learn piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and articles, no matter how much she cherishes her innocence, but the four words "famous prostitute in Qinglou" can easily ruin everything for her.

But he's a prostitute......

Fang Fei laughed at herself in her heart.

Shen Lang smiled dumbly, took two steps forward and took Fang Fei's hand.

Fang Fei was stunned, and saw Shen Lang smile slightly: "If this pollutes the literary movement, then it is okay not to write this article!" ”

Without looking back, he pulled Fang Fei into the courtyard.

Seeing Zhang Tingwan, Fang Fei didn't know either, but seeing that she could still stay in this courtyard at the moment, she knew that she must not be an ordinary person.

"Fang Fei has seen Mr." Fang Fei saluted towards Zhang Tingwan.

Zhang Tingwan waved his sleeves and said with a smile: "Get up, Brother Shen will let you in, then just come in, don't think about anything." What Brother Shen said just now is reasonable, if you can affect his literary fortune when you enter the door, then this article is indeed not a big deal. ”

Shen Lang said: "Did you bring something?" ”

Fang Fei nodded and said in a low voice: "I have brought it, I just sent it to the old man Guangjie, the little woman originally just wanted to say hello and leave......"

Shen Lang smiled gently: "Say goodbye, you and I can be regarded as having a relationship, so let's stay here and take a look." I still remember that in Tianxiang Building, you sang "Luo Shen Fu" to make me famous. ”

Fang Fei's heart trembled slightly, he still remembered that day......

Soon there was a dense sound of footsteps outside, and I saw the elders of the Liao family coming over with many juniors.

In the middle, Liao Dongsheng and several of his peers carried a big drum.

This big drum is the one that was made by the demon clan Moqu with the flesh and blood of the human race soldiers in the peach nunnery that day.

Liao Dongsheng and a few juniors carried the big drum into the courtyard, nodded at Shen Lang and immediately retreated.

Seeing this drum, Zhang Tingwan's expression also moved slightly, and his eyes looked at Shen Lang, which had a deep meaning.

"There are many noisy people that affect Ziyu's poems, so don't go in, if you want to see it, it's outside the courtyard." Liao Guangjie commanded.

Liao Guangyu also smiled strangely and said, "Before Shen Lang's article came out, a few of our old guys were guarding outside the courtyard. ”

Several old people next to him nodded slightly, and walked around the courtyard respectively, firmly guarding the entire courtyard.

The surrounding children of the Liao family were also dispersed, and the "room" was used as a unit, each divided into areas, and they were not allowed to move around at will.

After all the arrangements were made, Liao Guangjie said in a deep voice:

"From this moment on, Liaofu ...... Seal the door! ”

With a muffled bang, the gate of Liao's Mansion was closed, and the huge bolt fell, sealing the entire mansion door.