Tianyin City, the central square!

This place gathers most of the strong scholars from all over the world, where the eight theories collide and the Quartet exchanges here. There are Wendao exchanges and Wendao collisions all the time, although they are temporarily gathered, they are like the holy land of Wendao, and each Wendao cultivator is not willing to leave even for a moment, and needs to absorb more Wendao.

Mo Yike's group of people was surrounded by 10,000 Wen Xiu, and Gu Hai and his party came closer, and they couldn't even squeeze in.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! We are the representatives of Dahan, get out of the way!" a group of officials opened the way in front.

"Representative Dahan?" Wen Xiu, who was crowded in front, was slightly stunned and immediately got out of the way.

Because the Wenxiu gathered here all understood that the collision of Wendao here was a small dynasty that did not know the height of the sky, the Great Han Dynasty, and was 'challenging' the Great Yellow Heavenly Dynasty.

The challenge of not measuring himself, but he persisted for a long time, and still did not distinguish the winner or loser, and all the Wen Xiu watched the Wen Bi, and gradually put away their contempt for the Dahan Dynasty, and they were extremely dignified, at least a game of chess in front of them, which made many people sigh with admiration.

The Great Han Dynasty is here again?

When everyone got out of the way, Gu Hai and his party finally stepped into it.

As soon as he entered the interior, Gu Hai suddenly saw the internal scene clearly.

But it is the most central high in the sky, at this moment there is a scroll floating flat, the scroll is written on the "Bodhi", Bodhi two crosses, the words bloom with golden light, the surrounding rolling Haoran Qi rotates like a storm, as if forming a tornado, rushing up to the sky Haoran righteous sea, and suppressing the ice Ji shrouded in golden light below.

The corners of Bing Ji's mouth were still hung with solidified blood, sitting cross-legged, holding a word in her hand, although folded, but you could see the words and sentences of "Will Enter the Wine" above, Bing Ji seemed to have fallen into a coma, sitting cross-legged motionless, but still holding "Will Enter the Wine".

"This is Bing Ji, trapped in the book realm and unable to come out?" Gou Chen frowned slightly.

"Heh, it's too much deception!" a ruthless light flashed in Gu Hai's eyes.

Even though Bing Ji had drunk a bowl of medicinal soup for herself in the past, Bing Ji was her own woman after all, and seeing that her woman was suppressed in the book realm at this moment, Gu Hai's heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

Bing Ji was suppressed under Bodhi, and not far away, there was a chessboard, and Mo Yike was playing against an old man with white hair and white clothes at the moment.

There were a large number of chess cultivators around, learning the chessboard of the two, setting up the chess game, and began to deduce it.

However, there are several chessboards that are stained with blood.

"Poof!"

A chess path cultivator suddenly spat blood from his mouth and sprayed it on a deduction chessboard.

"Nandao chess king, how are you? You vomited blood too?" The group of chess cultivators immediately helped the man who vomited blood.

"How is it possible, what kind of chess power is this? I just intercepted one of the chess areas, and it was ............!" said the Nandao chess king in horror.

"Don't look, be careful, this game is weird, don't look at it!" the Nandao chess king suddenly shouted to the others.

"As soon as the artistic conception of the chess path enters it, it is like seeing a whirlpool, deep and inextricable, I seem to see thousands of troops killing me!"

"Me too, it's so uncomfortable, but this game of chess is so exciting, so powerful, I can't bear to look away!"

"Poof!"

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Most of the chess cultivators who are more deeply involved in the game have flushed faces and are in a state of confusion, and the esoteric chess game makes them unable to extricate themselves as soon as they enter it, but they are far beyond their own chess strength, exhausted, and spit blood from their mouths.

Mo Yike and the white-haired old man are not in a hurry, both of them are extremely cautious, you come and go.

Not far behind the white-haired old man, there was a chair, and an extremely handsome white-robed monk was sitting, the monk was drinking tea, and a group of subordinates were standing beside him.

"Your Majesty, the white-haired old man who played chess with Mr. Mo is Wu Yanzi, the one who sits there drinking tea is the monk of the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, and the others are all attendants of the Rhubarb Heavenly Dynasty. The Great Yellow Heavenly Empire, there was originally a group of other people, but at this moment, they all left!" an official explained to Gu Hai.

"Monk Yuanchu?" Gu Hai sneered.

Behind Mo Yike stood a group of other officials of the Great Han Dynasty.

At this moment, Gu Hai and his party squeezed into the crowd, and when they walked to the front, they immediately attracted their attention.

"Your Majesty!" the officials suddenly had a happy face.

"Meet the emperor!" A group of Dahan officials immediately bowed down excitedly.

The Dahan officials bowed down, which immediately caused a burst of surprise from the surrounding Wen Xiu.

"The Emperor of the Great Han Dynasty?"

"He is the Emperor of Dahan?"

"Mr. Mo is so good at chess, he is willing to stay in the dynasty as a minister?

"I don't see anything special!"

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A group of Wen Xiu looked at Gu Hai curiously, most of them didn't know Gu Hai, but there were some people who knew Gu Hai, especially Wen Xiu who came from the capital, and when they saw Gu Hai's arrival, they immediately showed great joy.

"Mr. Gu, it's Mr. Gu who is here! Hahaha, this time the monk of the early Yuan Dynasty is miserable!"

"Master Yuan Chu is miserable? Could it be that this Emperor Dahan will also be able to write?"

"Of course, the previous "Will Enter the Wine" was made by Mr. Gu in a moment, when the wine was put out, the pen fell into a storm, and the poem became a crying ghost and god, you didn't see it!"

"Also, Mr. Gu's chess path is also extremely powerful, it seems that Mr. Mo's chess path is not as good as Mr. Gu!"

"Impossible, how can his chess strength be comparable to Mr. Mo?"

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As the people who knew Gu Hai spoke, the surrounding Wen Xiu also stirred, after all, reaching the level of Mo Yike is already rare in the world, but you say that this Mr. Gu is more powerful than him? Is it possible?

Also, that will go into the wine, is it really he who did it?

There was a commotion among the cultivators of the Wen Dao all around.

Immediately aroused the curiosity of the monk at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, put down the teacup, and looked at Gu Hai suspiciously.

Mr. Mo was also stunned in his hand, and turned his head to look.

"Mr. Mo, since you play chess, you have to be distracted!" Wu Yazi on the other side kindly reminded.

"Your Majesty, you're finally here!" Mo Yike suddenly showed great joy on his face.

Seeing Mo Yike's expression, Wu Yazi was slightly stunned and looked at him suspiciously.

Gu Hai nodded, and stepped forward with a gloomy face: "Mr. Mo, you have worked hard!"

"The minister didn't do anything, just Bing Ji, but the minister couldn't do anything!" Mo Yike smiled bitterly.

"Oh, Emperor Dahan, are you what Bing Ji said, you can defeat my Gu Hai if you come?"

Wu Yazi looked at Gu Hai curiously, and didn't say anything, but looked at Mo Yike and said, "Mr. Mo, it's time for you to fall!"

Mo Yike shook his head: "Wait a moment, Mr. Wuyazi!"

After speaking, Mo Yike followed behind Gu Hai.

Gu Hai walked to Bing Ji step by step. Looking at the bloody streak on the corner of Bing Ji's mouth. Gu Hai's face was gloomy.

The monk of the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty also stood up and walked step by step to the Bingji Ancient Sea.

Quartet Wenxiu looked at Gu Hai in surprise, you know, although some people admire Gu Hai, but everyone didn't see Gu Hai's methods, how could they believe that he was powerful?

"Amitayus Buddha, Bing Ji is now a minister in your Dahan?" the early Yuan monk asked coldly.

When he looked at Gu Hai, his eyes were mixed with a sense of arrogance.

Gu Hai didn't pay attention to the monk at all, but carefully went to take the volume of "Jiang Jin Wine" in Bing Ji's hand.

"Be careful, there is a shroud in the artistic conception of Bodhi!" a kind-hearted Wen Xiu suddenly exclaimed.

Sure enough, the twenty golden characters of "Bodhi" suddenly had a part of the dazzling golden light rushing straight to the ancient sea, and the strong calligrapher, as long as he was shrouded in it, would instantly fall into the calligraphy artistic conception of "Bodhi" and could not extricate himself, just like Bing Ji, trapped in the realm of books.

The monk at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty showed a sneer, as if he wanted to see Gu Hai make a fool of himself.

Outside the central square, Emperor Qing and a group of people also looked coldly at the center of the central square, to be precise, their eyes were always staring at Gu Hai. Seeing Gu Hai stepping into the center of the "Bodhi" book realm, his eyes were also narrowed.

"Buzz!"

But I saw that Gu Hai was stepping forward in the book realm of "Bodhi", as if he had not been disturbed in the slightest.

"Uh, how could it be?" said the Yuan Chu monk, who was stunned.

His "Bodhi" is extremely aggressive, no matter how strong the calligraphy is, it is impossible for a strong calligrapher to walk so calmly, as long as there is a calligraphy artistic conception, it will be affected, but Gu Hai's appearance, why don't you feel it at all?

"Oh?" the Blue Emperor in the distance also narrowed his eyes.

"Emperor, that Gu Hai has no calligraphy at all, how come he hasn't been influenced by Bodhi?"

"How can there be no calligraphy artistic conception? Haven't you heard that "Will Enter the Wine" was written by Gu Hai?"

"But!" Seven Kills showed a blank look—

In the small courtyard where the future Buddha is located, a group of monks have long regarded Guhai as an enemy, and they are also paying attention to Guhai.

"Buddha, how can the ancient sea be fine?" a monk asked blankly into the main hall on the side.

There was silence in the main hall for a while, and the voice of the future Buddha came: "Strange!"

In the central square, countless Wen Xiu's eyes also widened. After a while, how could Gu Hai have no impact at all?

Gu Hai naturally wouldn't tell others that he didn't have any calligraphy artistic conception, so he was not affected. Instead, he looked at Bing Ji with a frown in distress. Gently wiped the dried blood from the corner of her mouth.

Even if she is addicted to the book "Bodhi", Bing Ji still clutches "Will Enter the Wine".

Gu Hai slowly grabbed "Will Enter the Wine", as if to pull it out.

"Don't, this is the emperor's "Jiang Jin Wine", you are not worthy, you are not worthy!" In a daze, Bing Ji seemed to be resisting, and no one was allowed to snatch Jiang Jinjiu.

"Bing Ji, it's me, give me the wine!" Gu Hai said softly.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, are you here, Your Majesty will save me, Your Majesty will save me!" Bing Ji shouted in a hazy voice, her whole body trembling.

The hand was loosened, and "Will Enter the Wine" was pulled out by Gu Hai.

Bing Ji still didn't wake up, but her whole body trembled: "What a lot of snow, Your Majesty, I'm cold, Your Majesty, I'm so cold!"

Bing Ji trembled in a coma, and Gu Hai felt distressed for a while. Bing Ji is the body of Shui Ding, such a body, she feels cold, so how cold should it be in the realm of "Bodhi".

Gu Hai looked up at the "Bodhi" floating in the sky, and his face was extremely gloomy.

"Bing Ji, I'm here, you are stuck in the "Bodhi" book realm and can't get out, I teach you to come out, it's just a "Bodhi", but Er'er!" Gu Hai said softly.

"Take pen, ink, paper, inkstone!" Gu Hai said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" the officials immediately took pens, ink, paper, and inkstones.

Gu Hai grabbed the brush and put it in Bing Ji's hand.

"Bing Ji, listen to me, use the artistic conception of calligraphy to smash "Bodhi"!" Gu Hai said coldly.

"I listen to the emperor, I listen to the emperor, the emperor, I'm so cold!" Bing Ji screamed in a daze, her voice was sad, as if she was about to cry.

"Break my "Bodhi"? Hahahaha, and let Bing Ji, who is caught in the "Bodhi" book realm, write it? Her current state, even if she has a first article to write for her, her power is only one hundred and one in her heyday, Gu Hai, you really can't help yourself!"

"Mo Yike, recite Bodhi!" Gu Hai said in a deep voice.

"There is a Bodhi tree in my heart!" Mo Yike said.

"Write, Bodhi has no tree!" Gu Hai said softly to Bing Ji in a daze.

"Bodhi has no tree!" Bing Ji wrote word by word.

The writing is crooked, and it is not a zigzag at all. There is only a little bit of calligraphy that is integrated into Bing Ji's artistic conception, but as soon as these crooked five words are written, hundreds of millions of Buddha-nature golden light bloomed in an instant, and a tsunami-like heroic righteousness suddenly rolled into all directions of the square.

Thundered!

PS: Finally no delay, this chapter written in the barbershop!