Chapter 841 Clues, Mottled Breath, and the Stone Tablet Erected by Confucius Himself

"I just said that in addition to being able to see through other people's cultivation, the most important function of the qi-watching technique is to improve my ability to perceive talents. Although someone blocked my perception, I still vaguely noticed a different aura. ”

A flash of light flashed in Zhong Mei's eyes, as if he had returned to that time, when he felt that different breath, "The breath appeared for a very short time, so short that even I almost ignored it, but I still caught it. A moment of opportunity was recorded using the art of looking at the air.”

"Although it is just an extremely vague aura, I will never forget that the vague aura is extremely complex. It is not only mixed with the awe-inspiring righteousness of Confucianism, the orderly aura of Legalism, the Moqi of Mohism, the yin and yang of Taoism and Yin Yang The second Qi even contains a hint of the ghost Qi of the Chaos Ghost Clan,

The breath is mottled and complicated, but if you feel it carefully, you will feel that the breath is integrated, as if it is like this, and there is no sense of suddenness at all. "

"What?!"

Hearing Zhong Mei's words, even Xue Fufeng's face showed a look of shock. He suddenly looked up at Zhong Mei, with disbelief in his voice. "Mr. Zhong, are you sure your perception is correct?"

"Of course not. Although I am only a semi-saint, but in terms of the ability to sense breath, in the entire Tianyuan, except for the little guy with the eyes of a saint, no one can surpass me."

Zhong Mei had a look of confidence on his face. He had been practicing the art of looking for energy for nearly two thousand years. Apart from being unable to see through the disguise of a saint, nothing in the world could escape his perception.

"After that battle, I tried to find the source of that aura, but unfortunately, I found nothing. The aura seemed to only appear on that battlefield. After the war, it completely disappeared and never appeared again. "

"So, if you want to find out the truth about that war, you must find the owner of that breath. As long as you find him, all the mysteries will be solved."

Zhong Mei's words made everyone's faces look solemn. They naturally understood the meaning of Zhong Mei's words. It was not easy to find out the truth of the war that year.

"Mr. Zhong, when you sensed that aura, did you notice anything unusual? In other words, was there anything special about the location where the aura appeared?" Ci Song looked at Zhong Mei in front of him. , asked in a deep voice.

"Nothing unusual was found, but the location where the aura appeared is somewhat special."

Hearing this, Zhong Mei had a thoughtful look on his face, as if he was recalling the scene when he sensed that aura.

"Oh? What's so special about it?" Ci Song asked quickly.

"If I remember correctly, the location where the aura appeared is in the central area of ​​the temporary pass. There is a huge stone tablet there. On the stone tablet, there is an article by a saint engraved on it."

"Stone tablet?"

Hearing Zhong Mei's words, Ci Song and others were slightly startled. This was the first time they had heard of the existence of this stone tablet.

"That's right, it's a stone stele. The stele is a hundred feet high and dozens of feet wide. It was erected by Confucius himself. The stele is not only engraved with Confucius' articles, but also has a trace of Confucius' breath. This That’s why that stone monument can become the center of the Three Hundred Temporary Passes.”

"The reason why I was able to sense that breath may be because the owner of that breath resonated with the breath that Kong Sheng left on the stone tablet. Although it was only a very short resonance, it was captured by me."

"Mr. Zhong, do you know where the stone tablet is now?"

Ci Song looked at Zhong Mei in front of him and asked in a deep voice.

"The stone monument is naturally still in the central area of ​​the three hundred temporary passes, but now it has become the territory of the alien race. It is not easy to enter it."

Zhong Mei sighed softly, with a look of helplessness on his face. "Don't worry, Mr. Zhong, no matter what, we will find a way to find out the truth about that war. If the stone tablet is really related to that war, we will definitely find a way to take back the stone tablet."

Ci Song looked at Zhong Mei in front of him and said firmly. At this moment, he already had his own guess in his heart. The real culprit behind this matter was the saint hidden in the sky, Ran Qiu.

But he didn't understand what Ran Qiu's purpose was. As the only remaining saint in Tianyuan Continent, Ran Qiu had a supreme status. Why did he deliberately sacrifice the lives of tens of thousands of literati at the three hundred temporary passes? He did this What is the purpose?

Ci Song's heart was full of doubts, but he knew that if he wanted to solve these doubts, he must first find the stone tablet. The stone tablet left by Kong Sheng must be related to the events of that year. In fact, the stone tablet might even be the answer to the question. The key to all mysteries.

"This is everything I know. I hope it can be useful to you."

When Zhong Mei heard this, a look of relief appeared on his face. He looked at Ci Song and others in front of him, as if he saw himself back then, desperate to find out the truth. "

Don't worry, Mr. Zhong, we will work hard to find out the truth of the matter and bring justice to the 30,000 literati in the temporary pass. "The three of Ci and Song bowed their hands to Zhong Mei, with firm expressions on their faces.

"Okay, okay, with your words, I feel relieved. But remember, if you encounter an unavoidable danger, just release your talents with all your strength and write a 'hole' on the sky. At that time, the sky will be closed." Someone will be sent to rescue you.”

Zhong Mei sighed slightly, and then turned his attention to Xue Fufeng, "You sent a message to me yesterday, saying that you wanted to enter the Hall of Heroes to bury a scholar. Who is that person?"

The reason why Zhong Mei asked such a question is because all the scholars who can enter the Hall of Heroes for burial are basically those who died in the temporary pass, or those who made great contributions to Tianguan.

But Xue Fufeng sent him a message yesterday, saying that a scholar wanted to enter the Hall of Heroes for burial, which made him feel a little strange.

"It's Yan Wen, he's dead."

When he heard the name "Yan Wen", Zhong Mei was obviously stunned for a moment.

"How could it be him? A few days ago, he came here to have a drink and talk with me. He also entered the Hall of Heroes to worship his teacher Zhao Qing and other heroic souls. I also sent him away. How could he suddenly die? ?”

Zhong Mei's tone was full of disbelief. Naturally, he recognized Yan Wen and was very familiar with it. Among today's literati, there are only a few people who write poetry into ink. As the deputy commander of the seventh temporary pass, Yan Wen was naturally one of them. of attention.

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