The wind was silent in a strange feeling, but his gaze immediately returned to the room. Because a ray of starlight fell on the desk in front of him, and this starlight wind was recognized, and in the wooden house that day, he saw with his own eyes the starlight that filled the house when Master Cen preached. Feng Zhijing raised his head, and the starlight seeped down from the top of his head, and the amount was very small, far less than the starlight rain that Master Cen had that day.

"What is this?"

Feng Zhijing left his chair, stood aside, and disappeared silently on the floor. The wisps of starlight sprinkled on the body of the wind stopped and disappeared without a trace, and a blue light came out of his clothes, and as the starlight continued to fall, the blue light became more and more intense. Wind stopped reaching into his arms and took out the object that emitted a strong blue light. The one that emitted blue light was the ring ruler that Feng Zhijing got from Han Ao, and the last time Feng Zhijing saw the ring ruler emitting blue light was the night he met Qin Fang.

Feng Zhijing has always carried this ring ruler close to him, but it is the first time he has seen such a change in it. Soon, Feng Zhijing took back his gaze on the ring ruler, because the light was so dazzling, like looking up at the sun above his head at noon.

"Huh?"

When Wind stopped looking back ahead, the shimmer of starlight seeping down from the roof formed a starlight staircase in front of him. As the stairs formed in the center of the roof, a hole slowly cracked, and the opening emitted a strong starlight, as if it was the home of the stars. Feng Zhijing knew that that was the way to the eighth layer. No one could have imagined that the entrance to the eighth floor of the Wenge Tower would appear like this. Feng Zhijing tried to put his feet on the steps, and according to the touch, he knew that the steps were walkable.

The wind stopped and climbed the stairs and entered the mouth without pause. After the wind stopped, the mouth and the staircase disappeared quickly, and everything returned to normal. On the night before the Zhongming Festival, Han Qi's master disappeared into the Wen Pavilion, and only the candles in the lanterns were still burning quietly.

In the imagination of the Wind Stop, he should have entered the eighth floor of the Wen Pavilion, but the way he entered was a little magical and mysterious. As soon as I thought that the Wen Pavilion was built by Master Cen, I was relieved that as long as it was Master Cen, then anything could happen. However, after he stepped into the eighth floor of the legendary Wen Pavilion, everything was not so much as expected.

Feng Zhijing thought that he should have entered an eight-story house that no one had been allowed to enter for thousands of years. He should go to a quaint room, where there will be the ancient books that Master Cen treasured, the manuscript of "Feeding Dao", and even the bones of Master Cen. When Cen Fuzi passed away, the entire Shenyuan fell a large number of meteorites, and according to legend, these extraterrestrial stones were stars, which were the night of the starfall. From then on, the upper two floors of the Wen Pavilion could not be entered, and Feng Zhijing hoped to see the remains of Master Cen.

However, what appeared in front of Feng Zhijing was not a room that had not been opened for a thousand years, but the familiar Nine Heavens Void. However, unlike the previous times, thousands of stars were below him, and he stood in the sky, with a mountain in front of him. The first time I saw such a mountain, people often say that the mountain of books and mountains of books are all exaggerated, but the wind stop really saw a mountain of books. The mountain in front of it is not grass, stone and trees, but countless books, the mountain of books is very large, and the boundary of the mountain of books is not seen in the field of vision of the wind, the mountain of books is very high, and it is directly into the chaos.

Feng Zhijing walked to the foot of the book mountain, and there was a stone tablet standing on the side, on which were the four big characters "There is a road in the book mountain". Looking at this law, Feng Zhijing knew that this was written by Master Cen himself. Feng Zhijing leaned over and picked up a book, the title of the book on the cover was blank, and when it was opened, there was no text inside. Feng Zhijing meditated for a while, and put the book back in its place. Feng Zhijing stepped on his right foot, and the book was as hard as a stone without the weakness of paper. The wind stopped crouching, and at this time, when my hand touched the book, what I got was as hard and cold as a stone. At this time, it is not possible to open the books as easily as just now, and when they are one with the book mountain, they are a cornerstone of the book mountain.

"Book Stone. ”

Seeing this strange situation, Feng Zhijing was silent for a while, and spat out two words softly.

Feng Zhijing decided to go up the mountain, and depending on the meaning of Master Cen, he was going to climb this book mountain. Stepping on these book stones, Feng Zhijing felt as if he had returned to Jing'an Mountain, and mountaineering was a daily routine for him. Feng Zhijing was very silent, didn't think about anything else, and climbed up very seriously.

Rongjing's Zhongming Festival has arrived, but this has nothing to do with the wind stopping, and he is still climbing on the book mountain. Wind Stop has no concept of time, he only knows how to move forward. Feng Zhijing didn't even look back to see how far he was from the foot of the mountain, he just walked forward silently.

After more than ten years of life, if he wants to do something, he can do it in the end. It's like a restaurant in Liujun, he can confidently make promises. What Feng Zhijing wants now is to climb this book mountain and see what Master Cen has left here.

A different scene finally appeared in front of Feng Zhijing, another stone tablet appeared, and he stepped forward to check. It's still the same style of writing, but the content has changed, it's still four big characters, but the content has become "no way for scholars". After seeing these four words, Feng Zhijing stopped and walked all the way from the foot of the mountain, this was the first time. Feng Zhijing didn't know why Master Cen left such four words, and the appearance of these four words made Feng Zhijing suspicious.

There is a road in this book mountain, but the road is not reserved for scholars? So what is the meaning of this road? After a pause, Feng Zhijing began his climb again, and he walked his way, even Master Cen could not stop it. The road is always walked by people, isn't it?

Another long time has passed, and there is still no change in this mountain of books. The wind stop was still walking, and he didn't meet any resistance. In front of him, three stone tablets appeared, and there were still only four big characters, and this stone tablet was written "Shenyuan has no way".

Feng Zhijing only glanced at it briefly, and immediately walked to a higher place again. He felt that these stone tablets were just the whispers of Master Cen across thousands of years, and he only needed to go his own. Although Feng Zhijing admires Master Cen, he is not Master Cen, he is Feng Zhijing, and he has his own understanding of this world. He doesn't object to other people's ideas, nor does he conform to them, even if that person is a literary saint, he can't affect his own heart.

A fourth stele also appears in front of you, and the content on it becomes "There is no way in the sky".

Through these stone tablets, Master Cen seemed to be sighing to himself, as if he was telling something to the wind. "There is no way for scholars", "no road for Shenyuan", "no road for the sky", Feng Zhijing doesn't care about these, as long as there is a road under his feet, then he will continue to walk. As for whether this road leads to the top of the Book Mountain, this is not what Feng Zhijing cares about, because in the end he will definitely be able to climb the Book Mountain.

A fifth stele appears, which reads "There is no road behind you".

A sixth stele appears, which reads "There is no road ahead".

A seventh stele appears, which reads "There is no road under your feet".

When it came to the seventh stone stele, the Wind Stop stopped again, and this time the Wind Stop thought about it for a long, long time. A scene appeared in his mind, it was still the cabin, and Master Cen in the house was still sitting at his desk, but Master Cen was not finishing his book "Feeding Road" this time, but kept shaking his head and sighing with his back to the wind, "No way, no way, no way." Feng Zhijing opened his eyes again, he seemed to understand what Master Cen meant, stared at the dark stone tablet, and stood for a long time.

The wind stopped moving again, and he still walked forward, he had some enlightenment, but he still needed to verify it.

"I guess it's already dawn. ”

Feng Zhijing didn't know how long he had been in Shushan, and he felt like he had been here all night. In fact, the current Shenyuan is already the full moon night. Countless pairs of eyes of the entire Shenyuan were staring at the Han Qi Palace, but no one noticed the towering Wenge Tower. The moon of the Zhongming Festival is bright and round, looking outside the capital of Rongjing, the spire of the Wenge Tower seems to be imprinted on the bright moon, but unfortunately all this wind stop is not visible.

The eighth stele appeared in front of the Wind Stop, and he walked up to look at it, and it read "There is a road in the Book Mountain". Seeing the same stone monument as the foot of the mountain, Feng Zhijing knew how to leave this place. Feng Zhijing was a little defeated, and he knew that he would not be able to reach the top of the Book Mountain, but this was not to blame him, because this Book Mountain had no peak at all. Looking up from here, there is still no end in sight to the book mountain. Although Feng Zhijing had not yet understood Master Cen's intention of letting him come here, he already knew the way to leave.

But Feng Zhijing did not rush to leave, he knew that there was a ninth stone tablet in front of him. Even if you don't know the deeper intentions of Master Cen, it's good to take a look. Feng Zhijing took another step and walked quietly on the path of this book mountain. Another period of time passed, and Feng Zhijing saw the ninth stone tablet. At this time, it was already dawn in Rongjing, and Mencius once again walked on the long street to put an end to all these disputes. Rong Jing regained his calm again, and Han Qi also regained his tranquility.

Walking in front of the ninth stone tablet, Feng Zhijing was a little disappointed, but he also expected such a result. The surface of the ninth stele is smooth, and it is a wordless stele. Feng Zhijing knew that it should be that he didn't have time to read this stone tablet yet. Master Cen meant to tell him to leave at the time of the eighth stone tablet, because now he was only qualified to enter the eighth layer.

"Unexpectedly, when I came to the eighth floor, all I saw was the nine stone tablets of Master Cen. ”

Feng Zhijing was slightly disappointed in his heart, and when he walked up the star stairs, he thought that he had seen an amazing picture. Even for seeing Master Cen sitting on the eighth floor of the Wen Pavilion with his own eyes, Feng Zhijing was mentally prepared. He was curious about what Master Cen meant by calling him to this eighth layer. Feng Zhijing thought that he had not gained anything, but in fact, he had already obtained the most precious thing that Master Cen had left him, and it was also something that the entire Shenyuan Human Race was eager for.