Feng Qingyao had been standing aside and watching the busy crowd, and did not step forward to disturb Mr. Wuliu and them.

It was a full hour before everyone stopped. The hundreds of Confucians who were connected to Mr. Wuliu's mind were all pale and covered in cold sweat. Each one looks a little bit like it's going to collapse.

Only Mr. Goyanagi's face remained as usual, as if he had not been affected in any way.

"The Grandmaster really deserves to be the Grandmaster, and the thinking of hundreds of people is linked together, and the loss of the mind is very, very large. The other saints and great Confucians couldn't support it one by one, but the grandmaster didn't seem to have suffered too much loss. I even feel that if it weren't for the fact that hundreds of other people couldn't support it, Mr. Goyanagi could have continued forever. ”

Although Mr. Goyanagi was not as struggling as the others, his complexion seemed to be normal as usual. But as the mastermind who coordinates everyone, Mr. Goyanagi is the most expensive of all. If it weren't for the fact that he had already reached the realm of a grandmaster, this kind of consumption would have made him unable to support it a long time ago.

After disconnecting from everyone's minds, Mr. Goyanagi began to meditate with his eyes closed. Restore the mind that was consumed in front of it.

When Mr. Wuliu finished meditating and opened his eyes, the Confucian scholar who had entered the sea of learning with Feng Qingyao hurriedly stepped forward and whispered, "Sect Master, the Sage Feng Qingyao is here and says he wants to see you." ”

"Huh, Feng Qingyao?" Mr. Wuliu had a look of extreme surprise on his face.

"Judging from the abilities he had shown before, this Feng Qingyao should belong to the miscellaneous family. Why did you come to me suddenly? Although this Feng Qing Yao's ability to come out seems to be very strong. Any discipline has reached a very high level. It can even make a half-step saint break through and become a true saint!

However, this kind of thing does not really prove that Feng Qingyao is the top talent in the world, although the world's first Xie Yuan is extremely famous, but after all, it is just a false name, and it does not really represent his talent. It is possible that what he said to the half-step saint was just a coincidence, and even if it was really said by himself on purpose, the credit was not all on him. The reason why that half-step saint can become a real saint is that the half-step saint himself plays a decisive role.

It's the half-step saint's own accumulation that has arrived, but it's just missing the kick at the door.

However, Feng Qingyao is now a saint with very strong strength after all, and it is still not possible to see such a saint with five saints in one. In the matter of sealing the Evil God Cemetery, the saints of the Five Saints of One Body can also help. ”

Thinking of this, Mr. Wuliu nodded and said, "Please come over to the Wind Saint." ”

Mr. Goyanagi had just finished speaking. His complexion changed slightly, and he turned his head to look at those who had rested for a while. They continued to form small groups and began to discuss the Confucian saints and great Confucians who studied their knowledge.

"Hmm, Mr. Wen Fang seems to be in a little trouble, a little too persistent. ”

The Mr. Wenfang in Mr. Wuliu's mouth was a fifty-year-old Confucian student who was discussing issues with others, and several people were arguing over there. Especially Mr. Wenfang, the expression on his face was excited and dancing, which was extremely exaggerated. What is even more terrifying is that Mr. Wenfang's eyes have a bloody light. There was a layer of heat rushing up overhead. Obviously, the situation of this Mr. Wenfang is not very good.

"Ahh......h Mr. Wen Fang is a little crazy! Sect Master...... Hurry up and wake up Mr. Wenfang. Otherwise, Mr. Wen Fang will have a big problem. ”

The young Confucian who came in with Feng Qingyao shouted in a panic when he saw Mr. Wen Fang's situation.

"Mr. Wen Fang is a pure scholar. It's not the same as someone like me who practices martial arts. If I go mad and spit out a mouthful of blood and damage some of my vitality, it won't be a big problem. But after Mr. Wen Fang went mad, he might have gone astray in his studies, and he would have collapsed from then on! Fortunately, the sect master was here now, otherwise Mr. Wen Fang would have been really dangerous. ”

While talking to Mr. Goyanagi with an anxious face. While thinking to himself.

Mr. Wuliu couldn't see the slightest anxious expression on his face, and said lightly: "Don't be anxious, Mr. Wen Fang is just too anxious to enter the visual impairment for a while, and it won't bring much damage." ”

Doesn't Mr. Wuliu know the consequences of a pure scholar like Mr. Wenfang going mad? The answer is naturally no, but Mr. Wuliu's spiritual cultivation has reached a peak of perfection, and there is nothing that can make Mr. Wuliu feel in danger or afraid. Besides, Mr. Wuliu didn't feel that with himself on his side, Mr. Wenfang would encounter any danger.

After pacifying the young Confucian students around him, Mr. Wuliu opened his mouth to wake up Mr. Wenfang.

"The gentleman's trip, quiet to self-cultivation, thrift to cultivate virtue. There is no ambition without indifference, and there is no far-reaching ambition without tranquility. ”

Before Mr. Goyanagi could say what he was going to say, he heard a voice coming from Feng Qingyao.

"The gentleman's trip, quiet to self-cultivation, thrift to cultivate virtue. There is no ambition without indifference, and there is no far-reaching ambition without tranquility. It's a good wind and a clear distance, I underestimate you, if you can say such things, your own knowledge and ability to be sure are already at the peak. Mr. Wuliu showed a slight look of surprise on his face, looked at Feng Qingyao and thought.

"Quiet self-cultivation, thrift to cultivate virtue, indifferent ambition, quiet and far-reaching?"

Mr. Wuliu was surprised, and Mr. Wen Fang, who was almost mad, was like an initiation, and the whole person woke up with a shiver, and kept muttering the words that Feng Qingyao said just now. The manic expression on his face slowly faded, and the blood-red in his eyes slowly faded.

After a while, Mr. Wen Fang tidied up his clothes and bowed to Feng Qingyao, "I don't know what this gentleman is called? It also calms the old manic heart, and often recites these words, and there will be no danger of going mad when doing research in the future. The great grace is not grateful, but also invites the old man to give a gift. ”

Feng Qingyao smiled faintly and said, "I'm Feng Qingyao." I saw that you were a little impatient just now, so I said a word about you. You can realize that it is also your own deep foundation, and if I change someone else, even if I say a thousand words, it will be in vain.

The book you are going to compile is a supreme classic that can make the whole world abandon all other books, and it is very difficult to compile such a book. It is necessary to know that the green is taken from the blue, and the green is blue, and the ice is the water, and the cold is the water. If you want to get blue, you have to extract it from cyan, and if you want to make ice, you have to have water.

Therefore, if you do not climb the mountains, you do not know the height of the sky, you do not know the depth of the deep stream, you do not know the thickness of the earth, you do not hear the last words of the sages, and you do not know the greatness of learning.

Take your time, figure out the most basic things first, and then you can make up the book you want. This matter cannot be done overnight, and it cannot be impatient. (To be continued......)

PS: Cheeky to ask for a ticket......

Dismal results......

What can I do......