However, just now, Shan Bo was too Meng Lang and too bold, and he dared to condense the essence and charm of the whole body, and even the soul literati into the pen and input it into the text, but he didn't know that the fragile literati body was easily eliminated, resulting in the physical body being ignorant and unconscious, and only becoming a shell?

Without consciousness to control the body, all that's left is a walking corpse!

After a long day, more than two hours, Shanbo finally woke up again!

Looking at Yingtai's concerned gaze, Shanbo smiled bitterly, it was really shameful that he had just entered the ninth grade, and he had made such a thing. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing that Shanbo understood, Yingtai didn't say anything anymore, and the two looked at the bookcase together, and Shanbo, who was constantly floating and sinking on the clouds, had already opened his eyes and looked at Shanbo.

Raising his hand on the bed, the yellowish Zuo Bo paper carried the words Shanbo, and fluttered to Shanbo.

A purple light erupted from the ancestral aperture in the center of his eyebrows, and a silver-white treasure book changed from small to large, appearing in front of Shanbo.

The treasure book opened, and a figure flew out of it, which was Shanbo's literati body, which was not as big as his palm, beckoned to Shanbo's text body, and the two bodies entered the treasure book one after the other.

When the purple light was retracted, the closed treasure book and the word "Yi" were rolled up together, and the calligraphy was thrown into the ancestral hall to warm and cultivate, and the silver treasure book passed through a dark passage and came to the sky above Shanbo's mind.

Releasing the text Shanbo from the ancestral aperture, he turned into a text again, and flew towards the sky, invisible from afar, like a starlight, brighter than the surrounding words and stars.

All the calligraphy that has been put into the product can be put into the ancestral aperture to preserve, warm, and cultivate, so that its power is getting bigger and bigger, and the literal spirit attached to the calligraphy can be brought to the sky above the mind, turning into stars to shine in the entire space, this text has been used more times, and constantly added to the stars, it will shine more and more, and the power will become more and more huge.

Yingtai saw that he had recovered his body and spirit, so he came to the outdoors to relax his mood, moved his stiff body, and after a short period of discomfort, Shanbo was able to walk freely!

Pushing the door out, but seeing the sea of flowers like a tide, Shanbo glanced at Yingtai and knew that in order to protect himself, he had not removed the formation until now.

Now that Shanbo has entered the product and his body has recovered, Yingtai stretched out his hands and slowly hugged him in his arms, all the flowers were included in his arms, and the petals were from bottom to top, condensing a twin flower tree, still slowly rotating outside his body, protecting himself.

Just after noon, the sun was blazing, without the protection of the Yingtai formation, the hot sunshine stabbed Shan Bo's eyes slightly, and when he turned his head to dodge, he suddenly saw a blurred figure in the shade of the corner of the wall, and just disappeared from sight.

"Who?"

Uncle Shan shouted loudly, walked hurriedly, and came to the back of the house.

"Little Ghost Jun has no illness and has seen Shanbo Xiaolangjun!"

To Shanbo's surprise, a ghost with a slightly illusory body appeared in front of him, looking at its costume, but it was dressed as a Confucian student, and his speech was calm, quite Confucian, and he couldn't help but be surprised:

"Ghost! or the ghost of Xiuru! Where did you come from?"

Shanbo knew from the Confucian classics that people could not see ghosts and gods before entering the product, but he did not expect that he had just opened his eyes when he entered the product, and he saw one in his own residence.

Originally, the righteousness of Confucianism specializes in ghosts, but some people who studied Confucianism before their deaths, people who are good, as long as they become ghosts, as long as they devote themselves to practicing the classics and accept the influence of Confucianism, they will not harm one party, most ghosts will find a place with strong Confucianism, and approach while cultivating Confucianism, until they enter and exit the hall without hindrance, they can enter the product, listen to the doctor's lectures, and practice Confucian kung fu!

Seeing the ghost smile bitterly, he said with a little envy:

"Before the death of the little ghost, it was a Confucian student of the Han family, and there were also eight grades of cultivation, because of the poverty of the family, the body was weak all the year round, failed the exam many times, was angry to death, and refused to disperse, more than 30 years ago, to the vicinity of the Wansong Thatched Cottage Confucianism, recently it was only recently that it was able to enter and exit the lecture hall, and recently I saw that Xiao Langjun was about to enter the product, so I came here to observe, if there is abruptness, please forgive me!"

"Oh, that's right!"

Suspiciously, Shanbo looked back at Yingtai and saw that his jaw (pronounced Han) was the first to explain:

"I do often see Jun Wujian cultivating in your room, and in places with a strong Confucian aura such as the Grass Hall, only the ghosts of Confucianism can indeed approach it!"

After confirming it, Yingtai continued:

"Those powerful ghosts and ghost cultivators with evil thoughts in their hearts, how dare they come here? At night, the ghosts that have not yet entered the product will come out, and the ghosts who are afraid of Confucianism will haunt the mountains and fields, and the ghosts of Confucianism will look for a place where Confucianism is strong to practice!"

When Uncle Shan heard this, he was about to speak, but he seemed to feel something, and when he looked up, a divine servant held more than a dozen bamboo slips in his hand and floated three feet above his head and walked into the distance!

"There are gods three feet above your head?"

Shanbo was taken aback, for the first time in his life, he saw a ghost, and he could still see the gods, he looked up again, and sure enough, he found that in the woods not far away, there were dozens of ghosts that were about to enter the product, exhaling Confucianism, looking at their expressions, some were calm, some were solemn, some were reciting, some were comfortable, and some were holding a jar of old wine, and they were drunk. However, seeing that they can get so close, it is obvious that the cultivation of Confucianism also has a certain popularity.

Yingtai watched Shanbo basking in the sun comfortably, and concluded:

"Confucianism eliminates ghosts, eradicating ghosts, evil ghosts, sick ghosts, plague ghosts, plague ghosts and other ghosts, but ghosts are welcome to practice Confucian kung fu. This is the second, if the ghost cultivates Confucianism, it will be close to Confucianism and humanity, and if the demon is rising, we will have more strength. Thirdly, there are many intelligent and wise people among the ghosts, and if they also practice Confucianism, they will also be familiar with Confucian classics and make annotations for them, and they will naturally make a contribution to the progress of Confucianism. ”

"I see that you have purple qi in you, which is the characteristic of ghost cultivators, if you don't dislike it, you can participate in research and solve doubts together in the future, how about it?"

"That's exactly how it should be!"

After listening to Yingtai's summary, Jun Wujian agreed very much, and heard that Shanbo came forward to invite, which was what he hoped for, so he happily accepted it immediately.

The two of them and a ghost walked through the woods, and when they encountered a good scenery, they stopped to watch, and talked about poetry and fantasy by the way.

As the saying goes, the friendship of gentlemen is as light as water!

In the evening, returning to the thatched hut, Zhu Yingtai and Jun Wujian stood beside him, watching Shanbo prepare to accept the spoils obtained from the last attack of the poisonous Jiao, and the three goblins as spiritual pets and domestic servants.