Chapter 2007 Greetings
"After the souls were completely slaughtered, there was a strong wind and thunder between the heaven and the earth, and the torrential rain fell like a torrential rain, turning into a swamp for thousands of miles! It's just that there were corpses buried in this swamp, and blood flowed horizontally! The bloody atmosphere has been going on for a hundred years It has never subsided, and no one can survive here!" Fu Zhiwen said eloquently, "As for the magic chess that suddenly appeared and caused such a catastrophe, it has disappeared since then! Where did it go, or Who is the master who triggered the magic chess, and no one knows until now! Of course, from the legend, I feel that this magic chess is a big killer, and its sacrifice... is by thousands of people. , or even at the cost of hundreds of millions of souls, if it is not for life and death, others will not take it out easily, that's why... it is so mysterious."
"Hey..." Xiao Hua sighed, "This big killer... I'm afraid it will be ranked first among the top ten imperial weapons? Why is it ranked fifth?"
Fu Zhiwen shook his head: "This god-and-devil chess game is too bloody, it is impossible for Confucianism cultivators to rank it first!"
"Actually..." Xiao Hua laughed again, "This legend is too exaggerated, even... Xiao thinks it's all compiled! Look, the so-called Dongchen Empire...they are exaggerating crazily, those Confucianists Does the family of cultivation matter? Although the Duanmu family is from a first-class family of Confucianism, it is not difficult to take care of this matter, right? How long is it? He can be tired of being the leader of the country, right? Third, so many famous generals have fallen in this unknown small country, so how can the leader of the country...go to battle in person? Then again, life is the most important thing. It's important! Fourthly, since the Dongchen Empire is so powerful, there must be ten imperial weapons, right? Can't the few in the front restrain the God and Demon Chess?"
"Hehe..." Fu Zhiwen said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Xiao, don't be too picky, this is just a legend, who knows if it's true? But one thing is true!"
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"It's the blood pool of thousands of miles~" Fu Zhiwen said, "No one can survive in that blood pool now, and it is still bloody. Even birds can't fly over this blood pool! Back then, I went there specially a trip!"
"Really?" Xiao Hua wondered, "Is this place within... Yanzhou?"
"Yes, it is the famous God and Demon Blood Lake in Yanzhou!"
"Well. If there is a chance, Xiao will go and see for himself..." It's very weird, Xiao Hua suddenly felt a little feeling in his heart when he heard such a very strange name, this feeling seems to be a kind of... call?
"Oh. That's right!" Xiao Hua's feeling was born. asked immediately. "God and Demon Blood Lake is the last place where God and Demon Chess disappeared. Didn't anyone go to see it?"
"This..." Fu Zhiwen shrugged, "It's not mentioned in the legend. However, since Fellow Daoist Xiao tens of thousands of years later can think of it, there's no reason why monks tens of thousands of years ago can't think of it, right?"
"Indeed!" Xiao Hua sighed, "The most indispensable thing in this world is smart people!"
"Bold! Things that go against the ancestors!" Just as Xiao Hua sighed and wanted to hear the stories of the other top ten imperial weapons, he heard the sound of cursing like thunder coming from downstairs. Zizi attracted the attention of Xiao Hua and Fu Zhiwen, both of them secretly said at the same time, "This...what's going on here?"
But at the bidding meeting at this time, there were four scrolls in a row in front of Yu Linfeng. These scrolls were all rolled together without exception and tied with purple filaments. And in front of him, the few so-called rotten scholars that Xiao Hua saw just now, who did not hide their identities, have now walked out of the crowd,
It was standing under these text scrolls, who scolded: "Yu Linfeng, you are also a disciple of my Confucianism cultivator, and your Zhaxinglou is also a branch of my Confucianism cultivator! Are you so fascinated by the primordial stone? The so-called The imperial weapon, the so-called spirit grass, the so-called blood ink, you just have to bid! Those are just for cultivation, for self-defense, and for attack! But the calligraphy and painting of the great Confucianists in the early years, although they contain unparalleled The awe-inspiring spirit, but what they themselves represent are the academic achievements of these great Confucians, the crystallization of their lifelong knowledge, not comparable to those secular imperial weapons and text axes! You are bidding for the hard work of these great Confucians in such a large crowd. Is it an insult to the gentlemen? Isn’t it an insult to the face of the ancestors?”
Although Yu Linfeng was a little embarrassed, he still cupped his hands carefully and said: "Seniors! These text scrolls are indeed written by great Confucians, but they are text scrolls after all! I got such sacred objects from the Star Reaching Building, so I can't just keep them in the Inside the building? Is it necessary to let the knowledge of these great Confucians be admired by the younger generations? Maybe my way of picking stars is a bit wrong, a bit vulgar, and I can’t get into the eyes of the seniors, but after all, it is I picking stars to commemorate and value these great scholars Senior’s move, right?”
"Fart!" An old man with a bare head and a few white beards under his jaw raised his crutches and hit Yu Linfeng in midair, cursing, "I beat you to death, you unscrupulous junior! Calligraphy and painting are elegant objects, they can only be viewed in a quiet room, and once these elegant objects arrive here, they will be stained with the smell of copper! Inside...the awe-inspiring aura you are coveting is also somewhat inferior!"
"It is true that these calligraphy and paintings contain an incomparably pure aura of grandeur, but these are the condensation of the spirit and spirit of great Confucians, and they are not used for ordinary attacks!" Another old man tremblingly raised his arms and said, "You little boy What you say is better than what you sing. Who doesn’t know that you are using these calligraphy and paintings as text scrolls? Let the spirit of these great scholars fight for you? When the spirit and spirit in these calligraphy and paintings are gone, these calligraphy and paintings will become It’s trash! Oh, prodigal, prodigal!!”
"Hahaha..." Xiao Hua from upstairs smiled, and thought to himself, "Isn't this the rotten Confucianism that Xiao'e said just now, coming to make trouble? They regard the writing scrolls made by those great Confucianists as treasures handed down from generation to generation, no People are allowed to bid for the star building. But... is this possible?"
Sure enough, Yu Linfeng said loudly: "Seniors, if you feel that these paintings and calligraphy are the work of a great Confucian and can only be enjoyed in a quiet room, why don't you bid them away? If they remain in the hands of your seniors, I will pick them up. Wouldn't Xinglou feel more at ease?"
"You are greedy for profit in the Zhaxing Building. The base price of these calligraphy and paintings is based on the highest quality Yuanshi. How can the old and poor bid for it?" Several rotten scholars were all angry.
Hearing this, Fu Zhiwen also understood, sighed and said: "What these seniors said...that's right! The handwriting of ancient Confucianism is getting less and less, and I don't know when these will disappear! Without energy The calligraphy and paintings of the gods... are simply dead things, and it is impossible to reflect the demeanor of the great Confucians of various schools!"
However, Xiao Hua stood and talked without pain in his back, and waved his hands with a smile: "If the old ones don't go, the new ones won't come. Without these ancient great scholars, wouldn't there still be today's great scholars? There are more generations of great scholars than one generation, so what's the matter?" Fantastic?"
"Hehe~" Fu Zhiwen smiled wryly, and said, "You Daoist Xiao doesn't know something. The so-called Great Confucianism, also known as Hongru, did not come from pure cultivation, but those scholars who have read poetry and books, have noble morals, and profound knowledge! Special , who can be called a great Confucian, or a great Confucian, is it possible that he opened up a school of speech and has a place in the contention of a hundred schools of thought! How can it be easy to be born in future generations?"
"So that's the case!" Xiao Hua's face straightened when he heard it, and he was in awe. He has already understood that the so-called Great Confucianism is not a realm he thought, but a kind of honor, a title! If you force yourself to compare it with a Taoist figure, the founder of the Yulei Sect, Qianyun Zhenren... I am afraid it is such a figure!
"Then... a hundred schools of thought contend..." Xiao Hua just said half of this, and then swallowed it back, it seems that he didn't even understand the top ten imperial weapons, right? Now that he wants to ask a hundred schools of thought, I'm afraid that Fu Zhiwen's family will say that the hundred schools of thought can't finish talking tonight, "Let's ask slowly later!"
Xiao Hua stopped asking, but at the bidding meeting, those rotten Confucians were even more aggressive, almost jumping up and scolding the evil deeds of Star Picking Tower, from the calligraphy and painting of Confucianism, to Confucianism's exercises, and even Confucianism's imperial weapon , has become the crime of forgetting the ancestors and selling the ancestors in the Zhaxinglou. How can Ren Yulinfeng justify that he is not allowed to bid for the calligraphy and paintings of these great scholars!
Xiao Hua looked a little bored, just about to ask about the other ten imperial weapons, suddenly Xiao Hua was a little alert again, raised his brows, and asked: "Xiao'e, what's the matter?"
"Senior, someone sent a greeting card, I want to come to pay respects to senior!" Xiao'e's voice sounded from outside.
Xiao Hua rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "You come in and talk!"
"Yes, senior!" Xiao'e said, and walked in with a gold invitation card in her hand, just about to hand over the invitation card respectfully, Xiao Hua hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't worry! The old man is just asking, this Is the owner of the greeting card a distinguished guest on the third floor?"
"Yes, senior!" Xiao'e nodded and said, "any distinguished guests on the third floor of Mingyue Palace, if they don't want to conceal their identities, they can call on each other. Not only did I see a few VIP attendants going to other buildings with greeting cards just now, There are even two distinguished guests entering the other room!"
"Who sent this invitation? Do you know?" Xiao Hua asked again.
Xiao'e shook her head: "I don't know, it is Xiao'e who sent the greeting card, not that senior's follower."
"Well, since that's the case, I don't care if I don't read this post!" Xiao Hua said with a flick of his sleeves, "You tell that Xiao'e the exact words!"
Xiao'e's face changed slightly again, and she begged in a low voice: "Senior, you don't have to make things so rigid, even if you don't want to see that person, just say no, you don't need to return the greeting card! The matter of slapping...Senior still needs to think about it!" (To be continued...)