Feng Zhijing collected his mood and prepared to leave according to the method left by Master Cen. Leaning over and picking up a book stone at his feet, the book stone immediately became soft again after leaving the book mountain, regaining the texture of the paper.

"Indeed, there is a way out of Shushan. ”

Feng Zhijing had some speculation, guessing Master Cen's intentions. Could it be that Master Cen just wanted to tell him that there is a road in the book mountain, but there is no top in the book mountain?

However, Feng Zhijing clearly understood the method of departure prompted by Master Cen: there is indeed a road to Shushan, although it is not the road to the top, but it is indeed the way to leave. It's just that this road is not the book mountain trail under your feet, because this book mountain can't be called a real book mountain, it's just a paper mountain made of paper, which can only be called paper, not books. The reason why a book is called a book is because of the content on it, and only the paper that carries the author's lifelong wisdom is a real book.

Moreover, a book lover like Master Cen who preaches the Tao with literature will not pile up this towering mountain of books with books. Trampling a book under your feet is disrespectful to your ancestors. Before stepping on the Book Mountain, Feng Zhijing specially inspected these "books" on the ground, and knew that these "books" were just book stones, no different from ordinary stones.

Since there is only a road in the book mountain, then the wind stops leaving the book. Pick up a book stone and let it be a piece of paper, and you only need to write a few words in the wind to find a way out of this book. There was no ink here, this did not stump the wind to stop, and he put the index finger of his right hand to his mouth. A rush of pain came, and red blood poured out of the wound. Feng Zhijing thought about what to write for a while, and finally ordered the movement and left the words "people have their own way" on the paper.

As the wind stopped retracting his fingers, the book in his hand began to emit blue light. The strong blue light made Feng Zhijing unable to open his eyes, and when the strong light dissipated, Feng Zhijing opened his eyes again.

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Night fell again, and the fluorite on the lower six floors of the Wenge Tower shone again, and white light came out through the building. However, at this time, the seventh floor of the Wen Pavilion was still dim, and Han Ao was still sitting on the seventh floor, he didn't let anyone bring him a candle, just waiting for his teacher in this somewhat dark room.

Halfway through, Mencius came here to find Han Ao once, Mencius came to ask for resignation, and the elderly Mencius wanted to return to Xin County to spend the last days of his life. Han Ao wanted to personally send the old man in front of him to the outside of the city, but the old man refused, he knew that Han Ao had his own business, he just wanted to leave quietly.

Regardless of his old age and hardships, Meng Zijun slowly climbed from the first floor of the Wenge to the seventh floor, just to show Han Ao that his body was still strong, so he didn't have to worry. Although Mencius was reluctant to let himself pant heavily, Han Ao knew Mencius. This old man has spent most of his life in Rongjing, and he has paid a lot for this Han Qi. Han Ao knew very well that if Mencius Jun did not come to the limit, he would not ask him to resign. Time is irreversible. In the blink of an eye, everyone is getting old, and they are getting closer and closer to the western heaven that the Buddhists say.

"Take care. ”

A thousand words finally turned into two words, and Han Ao knew that there was no next meeting with Mencius, so he could only send his last blessing here.

"It seems that I don't have a chance to see Master Feng, Emperor Han, the old man is gone. ”

Mencius left the room, went home, took off his official uniform, put it away, and put on the clothes of an old peasant man. From the long street all the way to the city gate. When the people in the reconstruction saw this old man, they couldn't imagine that this old man was Han Qi's generation Ling Yin Mengzijun. The old man left from the city gate, looked back and took one last look at Rong Jing, who had been in him for most of his life, and got into the carriage that Han Ao had prepared for him.

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Feng Zhijing thought that he had returned to the seventh floor of the Wen Pavilion, but the scene in front of him told him that this was not the Wen Pavilion. He felt that he had returned to the Nine Heavens Void on the day of the literary test, surrounded by stars, but there was no Nine Heavens Beidou in front of him. In fact, it is a bit incorrect to say that there is no Nine Heavens Beidou, but there are no other six stars of the Nine Heavens Beidou, and only the shaking light is still emitting starlight in that position.

Feng Zhijing raised his head and looked up, there was also a void above, there was nothing, and he couldn't see Fang Cai's book mountain. It seems that the book mountain has disappeared, and Master Cen sent himself here. Feng Zhijing didn't know what his strange illness had to do with Master Cen, and he returned here.

"Well, now it's simple. ”

Wind Stop Realm drifted towards the Shaking Light Star, he only needed to be like that day, he should be able to return to the Wen Pavilion, but Wind Stop didn't know what would happen this time.

Soon, the Wind Stop came in front of the Shaking Star, which was huge, and when it got closer, the Wind Stop was like a speck of dust. Unlike last time, this time the Shaker Star did not have that scorching feeling, but was cold. It seems that what is in front of him is not a star, but a piece of 10,000-year-old ice.

It's still the same action, and the wind stops ready to reach out and touch. This time, the right hand of the wind stopped not turning into a blue edge, but a gust of wind rolled around it. The surrounding stars are no longer stationary, but revolve at high speed around the wind. I don't know if it's because it's spinning in place, or if it's because the stars are spinning. The wind lifted his clothes, and the wind stopped not knowing that it could actually set off a strong wind in this nine-day void. As the hand of the wind stopped slowly approaching, the shaking star splashed the sky with star dust, and countless star chips were scattered in all directions.

The people of Rongjing found a strange celestial phenomenon at this time. At first, they found that the stars revolved around a center. As one person exclaimed, more and more people noticed this magical sight. Originally, they were tired from a day of cleaning and rebuilding, but this astrological sign made them get out of bed again.

As time passed, the stars turned faster and faster, forming a halo of light in the night sky. Then, an even more wonderful scene appeared, and a starfall appeared in the entire Rongjing. In the eyes of the Shenyuan human race, Starfall is a kind of auspicious luck and represents good luck. Looking at the meteors in the sky, people felt that this was the heavens blessing Han Qi.

Such a celestial phenomenon is definitely not only noticed by the people of Rongjing, and many people in Shenyuan have seen this strange scene. For ordinary people, they don't know what happened to Han Qi in the past few days, but it doesn't affect their appreciation of this beautiful scene, and they all fold their hands and pray sincerely.

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On the third layer of the Sun Lovers Cave, what did Qin Fang's teacher feel, for a person like him who cultivated, even if he hadn't seen this scene on the Shenyuan Continent with his own eyes, he could feel something.

"The stars are moving, and there is such a sharp aura, but I don't know why it's not a measuring ruler. ”

The old man was a little puzzled, he knew what happened to Han Qi, but all this was different from what he expected, these variables made him not know what would happen in the future.

"Who can say the way of heaven clearly?"

The old man sighed, this divine element, only this Heavenly Dao is the most elusive, even if it is a soul god, it is impossible to see through the evolution of this Heavenly Dao.

"Perhaps, that's not bad either. ”

Sighing again, the old man returned to the bed, didn't care about anything else, and fell asleep in peace.

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"Master. ”

Seeing the starfall outside the window, Han Ao exhaled "Master", I don't know if he was talking about Master Cen or Master Feng in the eighth floor.

Han Ao was no longer waiting on the seventh floor of the Wen Pavilion, he was going to the Asking Heart Square to see this amazing scene with his own eyes.

"Emperor Han. ”

The Wenxin Square was already full of teachers and students from Wenxin Academy, although Han Ao was not wearing that dragon robe, but everyone knew this Han Qi Shenjun, and they all said in unison. Han Ao motioned for everyone to be exempt from courtesy and carefully watch this dazzling scene in the square. A lot of students don't know what's going on right now, they just take this as a beautiful astrological sign, and at the same time pray for Han Qi and their god king.

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As the stardust fell, the Shaker Star slowly became smaller, rapidly shrinking to the size of a person before the eyes of the Wind Stop. Feng Zhijing's right hand touched the Shaking Light Star, and Feng Zhijing did not feel the ice as he imagined, but as if he had touched a piece of warm jade, how to describe it? It seemed to touch the ring ruler.

When the wind stopped and came into contact with the shaking star, there was another burst of star debris. What Feng Zhijing didn't expect was that the Shaking Light Star finally turned into a sword. Feng Zhijing didn't know why the stars in front of him had finally become like this. The sword body is all blue, as if it was made of blue jade. At this time, a three-foot Qingfeng flew out of Feng Zhijing's body, which was the one from Canglang Tower. The two swords slowly met each other in the void, and finally merged into one, and then flew back into the body of the Wind Stop.

On the Shenyuan Continent, people found that the stars had disappeared, so they went back to their rooms to sleep. Only the people of Rongjing have not slept peacefully yet, because they have seen a sight that no one else can see. In the upper part of the Wenge Tower, a three-story tall sword appeared, and the sword was crystal blue. The people in Wenxin Square had another feeling, they felt a gust of wind, as if they were about to suck people into their swords.

Finally, the giant sword suddenly emitted a burst of sword light, and the sword light was in the air