"The product is completed, and the literati return to their place!"

Shan Bo whispered, and spat out a string of Heavenly Constitution Orbs formed by his will, and in this bead, each of them was full of the will of heaven and earth in his mind. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

With his mind, he controlled the orb to turn into a cloud of green smoke, and the air flow formed entwined the Shanbo literati, driving them to fly to the main hall of the Wen Palace to sit down!

At this time, the Shanbo literati were wearing wide robes, and a whirlwind lay across the mind space, and the whirlwind was dotted with fine light, which was mixed with the pearls, crystals and other treasures condensed by Confucian classics. The whirlwind is spinning all the time, driving the gossip runes around the body, and they are also gathering and scattering, colliding and colliding, and occasionally sparks burst out, forming pearls that fly into the mind and are absorbed by the whirlwind.

In his left hand, he holds a book of bamboo and wood texture, the color is turquoise, a pure white jade butterfly is parked on his shoulder, and a brush with white light is transformed by spiritual light in his right hand.

A flash of inspiration, is a stroke of God, also called a wonderful pen, a wonderful pen!

With such a wonderful pen, the inspiration is infinite, and writing poems and essays can be done in one stroke!

Shanbo's literati image sat in the main hall of the Wengong Palace, waved his hand and threw the Cuizhu Treasure Book into the air, the treasure book opened, generating a suction force, and the entire hall on the island in the middle of his mind rose from the ground, rose into the air, gradually shrunk, and flew into the Cuizhu Treasure Book.

The tome closed and floated quietly above his mind, flashing with a scorching emerald green light from time to time.

Occasionally, pearls and other treasures fly out of the sea, penetrate into the treasure book, and jingle in the Wen Palace, the Wen Palace is polished and shaken by the treasures, and the impurities are precipitated and gradually solidified, and finally the treasures enter the minds of the Shanbo literati who sit in the Wengong, and join the whirlwind of the top of the sky and the earth, and become the heritage of Shanbo, and store it.

Looking at Shanbo's mind at this time, there are not many thoughts in it, not only calm, but also with some dead silence, which is all because he consumed all his mind when entering the product, overdrew a lot of thoughts, resulting in mental weakness and inability to think.

The spiritual power withdrew from his mind, Shan Bo was awake, opened his eyes slightly, and a breath of iron-blooded killing could not be suppressed from his eyes like electricity, and the room seemed to be a little colder!

"Am I so weak?"

Shan Bo found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't restrain his murderous aura, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly and lay down on the bed weakly.

Just as he sighed, he suddenly smelled a strange fragrance, and after just smelling it, he felt that his weak body was slightly enriched, and he gradually gained some strength!

The hunger and thirst of the body caused a rumbling in the belly.

After closing his eyes and resting for a moment, and gathering some strength, Shanbo turned his head, and saw that Yingtai had set up a pot on the outside of the bed, and the charcoal below was bright and fiery red, emitting a golden color, and the heat was scorching the iron pot on the shelf, and it was steaming outward.

The heat and steam were pushed outward, blowing the lid slightly and "cooing" muffled.

Xu felt that the food in the pot was cooked, so Yingtai picked up the iron pot and poured the soup into a large celadon bowl.

The soup came out of the pot, and the fragrance in the air became a little stronger, and the empty abdomen and weak body made Shanbo can't help but speak with relish!

Looking up to see that Shanbo had woken up, Yingtai smiled at him, picked up the tray under the bowl, came to Shanbo's side and helped him up, and saw that the bowl was a dark reddish-brown ginseng soup, and a fat and stout old ginseng was lying quietly in the amber-like soup.

Shanbo got up with difficulty and took a sip, and the ginseng soup from his lips and teeth to his stomach, like a drought and cracked riverbed encountering a flood, his energy swelled and spread rapidly throughout his body, and even the pores seemed to be unable to stop it, allowing the menacing ginseng essence to be discharged from his body.

Yingtai saw that Shanbo was not in good spirits, so he put down the porcelain bowl quite experienced, took a bunch of books written by Shanbo from the table, picked up the corner of a piece of poetry, and shook it gently, and the Confucian essence such as the spirit of words, qi and blood condensed on it was shaken out, and floated towards the top of Shanbo's head, which was absorbed by the literati in his brain.

Looking at the calligraphy in his hand again, it seems that he has lost his vitality, there is no longer a vision, and he has become ordinary and ordinary.

However, Confucian scholars can also re-input Confucian qi into it to make the words inside come alive.

If the Confucian scholars who enter the product want to release the power of the manuscript and the scroll, they only need to shake it, but ordinary people need to set the scroll on fire in order to let the spirit of the words within.

After taking a sip of ginseng soup, Shanbo's body recovered a little, but Shanbo, who was languishing, did not seem to be in much better spirit after absorbing the manuscript.

Yingtai couldn't help frowning when he saw that the effect was not obvious, but he still shook the remaining pile of calligraphy one by one.

After shaking all the manuscripts, Shanbo has just recovered nearly half of his spirit, and his demeanor seems to be better, Yingtai knows that this is all calligraphy written by Shanbo before entering the product, and the power is not very great, and it is used to make up for the loss of the Confucian soul after entering the product, which is not enough.

Yingtai brought the ginseng soup again, let Shanbo drink two sips, and watched him sweat like pulp and his skin was red, but his expression was still tired and drowsy, so he took out a page of Zuobo paper from the Qiankun ring and gently unfolded it.

A white light shoots out from the paper, straight into the sky, the white light condenses, forming a fountain, rising to a height of more than 100 zhang in the air before stopping the momentum, the spring water decomposes into drops and falls downward, and before it drops to half, it forms a stream of smoke and white mist, drifting away in all directions.

There are twin flower trees again, a magnolia, a golden cinnamon, slowly growing from the paper, about a zhang more than a height down, the branches and leaves grow, the fragrance is rich, the petals fall around, flying and dancing.

Musical instruments condensed on the flowers and trees, and hundreds of birds appeared, playing or singing, emitting an ethereal music.

This is exactly the vision of the Wupin article, the text is like a spring, moistening the world.

And the vision of the flower tree on the article is also the natal tree species cultivated by Yingtai, the golden jade flower tree!

The fragrance of gold and jade, the singing of flowers and trees, is unspeakably expensive!

Yingtai did not hesitate, took out this page of calligraphy articles created by himself, pinched the edge and shook it, and the visions on it were all detached from the article, whether it was a spring or a flower tree, they were all picked up by Yingtai and condensed into a cloud of smoke-like beads, which were sent into Shanbo's mind.

After receiving the spiritual supplement of the Wupin article, Shanbo finally felt that his mental strength and spirit were no longer tired, and he only felt that his expression was uplifted and he could control the strength of his body.

After drinking the ginseng soup, Shanbo controlled the murderous aura in his eyes, collected the pores that had not been closed just now, and let the essence of ginseng echo and swim in his body!

Opening his eyes again, Shanbo finally regained his clarity.

From the beginning of the formation of the literati in his mind, Shanbo was a Confucian who entered the product, but after sobering up, until now, after recovering his physical strength and spirit, Shanbo began to be able to use some Confucian exercises and Confucianism to live, study, deal with things and even fight!

At this time, the ambition of the whole body has turned into the spirit of a scholar, and Shanbo only feels that the whole body is full of spirit, the spirit and will are in a high state, the wisdom is pouring in, and the inspiration is like the Yangtze River.

At this time, the mood is just like standing on a high place, looking at the country's great rivers and mountains, and a heroic mood is brewing in his chest.