"Yes, the arrest of Confucian scholars has lasted for nearly half a month, but all the Confucian scholars who passed through this town have been arrested, and they were released not long after, but looking at this scene, although the people were released, they took away their talent and knowledge! No wonder I said that I was Xie Yuan of Jiannan Dao, and I couldn't help but fail to calm the trouble, but instead caused trouble! This is a crime!"

Qiu Yan thought of the information he got in the town, and felt the thoughts about pursuit, sustenance, effort, perseverance and other emotions on the white jade paperweight, and his anger gradually rose.

These emotions come from a student's vision for the future, no matter what the quality is, it is always necessary to work hard and endure a few years, more than ten years of loneliness, in order to accumulate knowledge, but at present, these emotions and thoughts are like rootless duckweed, slowly dissipating!

"Seize knowledge, literary thinking, there is no need for the Divine Soul Monk to do this, this monk appears here, but the king of Yan who should come is nowhere to be seen, the mastermind behind this should be very clear, but he is a royal prince, what to do with the knowledge of the scholar? After these learnings leave the main master, they will be condensed into literary thoughts, perceptions, and memories, and rashly absorbing them will only disturb their own mood and memory, which is harmful and useless. ”

Qiu Yan has already seen that the so-called seizure of knowledge is to strip out the memories related to the scriptures and articles, so that the students lose part of their memories, and at the same time take away the literary and ideological qi that they have cultivated for many years.

"The monk said that he wanted to take away his literary heart and talent, not because of his heart, but because of the insights brought by reading and experience, but the perceptions vary from person to person, how can he forcibly absorb them?"

The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous Qiu Yan felt, his eyes turned, his gaze passed through the window, and fell into the depths of the mansion. Four bookshelves fell back. The bookshelf of the scripture department was still shaking slightly, but it quickly subsided.

Retracting the bookshelf, Qiu Yan groaned.

"This Divine Soul Monk is only new to the third realm, and he can't travel for a hundred days and attach thoughts to exorcism, just as a research material to explore the characteristics of the Divine Soul Monk. ”

In Qiu Yan's scripture bookshelf, there were two divine souls in the town, both of which were held in the land of relic, and one of them exploded directly when he fought with Liang, impacting the other party.

One left. But it is a cloud of smoke, known as the black skeleton, when this monk fights with Qiu Yan, he can control the tribesmen with his divine sense and practice into a yin puppet.

However, in the land of reliction, neither the monks nor the gods could be replenished, and the Black Skull was a third-order of the Three Realms, comparable to a five-rank god. But over the years, the consumption is not small, and it can't be easily out of the body, and it was finally taken down by the gods themselves. Sealed in the bookshelf of the scripture department, he was empowered and edified with scriptures every day.

But his cultivation is not low, and he has not been indoctrinated to this day, and he still remains in the bookshelf.

"This Soul Monk. The body must still be in the house, and if I catch it, it won't be long before it is discovered. Before that, I must find out the reason for the matter, why did King Yan withdraw from other people's thoughts! Knowledge is not easy to come by, and if possible, it must be returned to its original owner. ”

When the thought fell, Qiu Yan put the jade pendant back on his waist, raised his sleeve and flicked it, the qi and blood that filled the room dispersed, and the illusory birdcage disappeared, leaving only the fragments of the teacup and traces of water.

Then, he spread out his palm, and a flame fell from the roof, beating endlessly in his palm, and Zuihou turned into a talisman, and he could vaguely see the word "cage".

"This supernatural power rune seal is much stronger than the previous ones. As he spoke, he took out a book from his bosom and bound it in series with ink thread, and as soon as the book was opened, the "cage" character seal was printed on a page.

After doing this, Qiu Yan put the book back in his arms, kicked it under his feet, and the person rushed out like an arrow from the string, with great strength and speed, but because he had refined the central spirit, he had a good grasp of the strength, and did not leave traces on the ground, and all the strength was used, and there was no waste.

He rushed, like a shadow, swept past and went deep into the house. It seems that in order to facilitate the Divine Soul Cultivator's action, there are not many people left around the main hall, so it is more convenient for Qiu Yan to act.

..................

In the dark room, a thin man named Zong Heng put down his pen, looked at the books and papers on the table, fell into deep thought, and frowned.

Just now, he flew out of the earth soul, probed Qiu Yan's reality, and caught a trace of awkwardness from the change in the other party's luck, but the crow Taoist asked urgently, how could he dare to shirk it, but as soon as his mind was gone, Zong Heng became more and more uneasy, and then he calculated.

The frowns became tighter and tighter, and Zong Heng's eyes flashed with small symbols, which were combined and arranged, and zuihou condensed into a column of words.

Suddenly, his eyebrows moved, revealing a panicked look, and he exclaimed in a low voice: "Oh no! Fooled! Then Qiu Yan used a layer of illusion camouflage to deceive my perception! No wonder there will be deviations when calculating!"

Before he finished speaking, Zong Heng hurriedly got up and walked out: "Go report first, or ......"

At this time, only a few breaths passed before the crow Taoist made his move, but before he could reach the door, the door was pushed open from the outside, and the sunlight shone in, sweeping away the darkness in the room.

"Huh?" Zong Heng was shocked in his heart, and gave birth to an alarm, the afterglow swept over the figure in front of the door, and a large amount of information appeared in the soul, and then turned into inference, entering the limbs, he moved under his feet, twisted his body, and the whole person lost his balance and fell to the side.

Call!

The strong wind swept past where he was standing, but Zong Heng had already fallen to the ground, patting the ground with his thin palm, allowing himself to roll sideways, dodging a beam of qi.

"Huh?" a soft sound came from outside the door.

Syllable!

The air beam hit the ground, stirring up a few pieces of rubble, and then Zong Heng took a deep breath, and reached out to grab a chair beside him, the legs of the chair were connected to the ground, as if it was a mechanism.

It's just that when his fingers were about to touch the leg of the chair, he felt a creepy feeling in his heart, and the whole person suddenly froze and didn't move.

A voice came from the door—

"Wise choice, quick judgment, and determination to execute without hesitation, not a simple person, I don't know what to call it?"

Then, a young man in Confucian clothes walked in.

Looking at this figure, Zong Heng's eyes widened, and he swallowed fiercely, with an incredible expression on his face, he subconsciously called out the other party's name in his mouth-

"Qiu Yan ......"

He was ordered to explore the main hall with the earth soul, and learned Qiu Yan's name in advance.

Looking at Zong Heng's expression, Qiu Yan shook his head and said coldly: "It's here, you are so surprised, you shouldn't be able to figure it out, why can I escape from the hands of the Divine Soul Cultivator?"

Zong Heng's face changed continuously, he saw Qiu Yan appear, and he guessed that he had bypassed the crow Taoist and sneaked here, but after hearing this, and then looking at the other party's determined demeanor, he deduced in his heart, and in an instant, he calculated what had happened.

With a wry smile, Zong Heng shook his head: "It seems that this time the matter was miscalculated, you have been in the palace since you entered the palace, no, it should be after seeing through Zhao Bi's details, forget about these, right? ”

"Oh?" Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes, a different color flashed in his eyes, "Listening to your tone, it seems that I have already deduced what happened." ”

"These things are not difficult to deduce, you deliberately misled me before, so that I misestimated my cultivation, and if you understand this, it is not difficult to calculate the cause and effect. ”

"Is it calculated?" Qiu Yan flicked his fingers, "You can measure your luck and feel the trembling of flesh and blood with your earth soul, if it weren't for my interference with my mind and illusion disguise, I would really be probed by you, and listening to your words, I should have calculated my disguise just now, good ability! Good ability! I don't know what is the foundation of your earth soul?

Zong Heng stood up from the ground, straightened his clothes, and replied: "It's nothing, it's all the basics of "Fixation", as long as you study it a little, you can deduce it." ”

"Fixation?" Hearing these two words, Qiu Yan felt a little familiar, and the next moment, memories flowed out of the bookshelf of the History Department, making him suddenly, "It turned out to be a generation of arithmetic scriptures left by everyone, and the previous dynasty had included them in the "Ten Books of Arithmetic" for the students of Guozijian to study, but because of the profound content, even the scholars were difficult to study, and Zuihou ignored it, and finally lost it, how to ......"

His eyes fell on the desk not far away, and when he saw the book, he caught an unusual aura from it, and a sentence came to his mind—

Seek the journey of the stars, and the pace will fade!

However, it is indeed mentioned in the history books that this book is astronomy, watching the changes of the stars, pushing down the calendar, and the four seasons of the Ming solar terms, which is obscure and profound. ”

"I didn't expect that to this day, there are still people who have heard the name of this book, no wonder you say that you are well-read and memorized, and it is true!"

Zong Heng took a few breaths, his face calmed down a lot, and there was a look of resignation in his eyes: "I offended you, I have to pay the price, but I have a request, I hope you don't get angry with this book, so that it can continue to circulate, this book is broad, there are big secrets, not only can be counted as an astronomical calendar, but also can be counted as luck and fortune, if the mystery is explored, it can even explain all things and explain the world!

"Oh, can you be human?" Qiu Yan's gaze changed when he looked at the book, and a light flashed in his eyes.

Then, he restrained his expression and said to Zong Heng: "Snatching people's thoughts is the revenge of breaking the root and destroying luck, even if it is ordered by someone, it can't be easily brought over, there must be a saying, don't say it." Let me ask you first, why does King Yan want to take away people's thoughts? Don't lie to me, that is meaningless, if you don't say it, I can still know, but it just takes some effort. The threat in his words was palpable.

Zong Heng is also interested, he knows very well that if he doesn't say it, there are still insiders in this mansion, and he can't escape Qiu Yan's means of searching for souls, and he will eventually be exposed, so he said in 1510: "The prince snatched the humanities, in order to be the apricot altar in the near future." ”

Qiu Yan's heart moved, and his face remained silent: "Oh, what does Xingtan talk about and what does it have to do with other people's thoughts?"

"You don't know?" Zong Heng glanced at Qiu Yan with a surprised expression, "Xingtan talks about the Tao, the soul enters the Shilin, if there is not enough literary thinking to suppress himself, Zuihou will inevitably get lost in it and sink forever!" (To be continued......)

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