freenovelworld Chapter 412 Sacrifice to Heaven
Chapter 412 Sacrifice to Heaven
Zhang Song pondered for a while and felt that Zhou Yi's strength might not be as good as that of Master Ku Wu, but he was definitely more tasteful than Master Ku Wu and looked more elegant, so he directly kicked out Master Ku Wu's consciousness that was being blessed by the system.
"Brother Ku Wu, it's not that I don't need you, it's that the system only gave me three blessing quotas."
"You are not as good as Mosquito One, not as good as Ruwen. Alas, there is nothing I can do."
Three gods and demons bless: Taoist Master Mosquito, the clone of Saint Zhou Yi, and the clone of Taoist Master Immortal.
Comfortable, he lay in the rocking chair and looked through Zhou Yi's memories.
In the world of academic masters, it is all about studying.
"This guy's methods are really interesting. He is very eloquent, sharp-tongued, and provocative."
If Zhou Yi had not been born into the Confucian Zhou family, he would probably not have reached adulthood. However, this guy finally had an epiphany and became a saint.
Therefore, academic performance has nothing to do with one’s character.
"Dad, I heard that you beat the saint of Shanhai Academy to death."
Little Hei Ya came over skipping and jumping, her big eyes full of surprise, and she held Zhang Song's arm and swayed it in a flattering manner.
"That girl Xiaoqing told you."
"No, no, it was my second sister talking in her sleep. I heard it."
Not to mention Zhang Song, several other women who were practicing all laughed. A snake that slept all year round was talking in its sleep and was heard by a small black spider.
"Well, tell me, what do you like?"
To be honest, Zhou Yi’s most precious things are the memory of his head and the clone of the saint.
As for the book on Taoist weapons, it is actually equivalent to a U disk, which collects the spiritual thoughts of many disciples and descendants. It is equivalent to the righteous version of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner.
These are all for my own use, even Mo Qingqing and other girls can’t use them.
Little Heiya looked at Zhang Song shyly and shook her arms vigorously: "Dad, you always say I'm stupid."
"I didn't say that. I really didn't say that. You just imagined it."
"Puchi!" Qiu Yueniang couldn't help but laugh out loud at this funny father and daughter pair.
Zhu Yan lowered his head and chuckled, touching his belly: "It would be great if I could give birth to a girl."
"I want that book."
“Take the initiative to learn.”
Zhang Song was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. This book contained a lot of readers' spirit and many unique ideas. The little girl was going to let them learn for her.
This is without any plug-in, but you are ready to create a plug-in for yourself.
"I'll give you a ray of literary energy." Zhang Song grabbed the book with his fingers, and a ball of white luck was grabbed out.
There seemed to be countless articles flying above, following the seal, and slowly infused into Xiao Heiya's body.
"Wen Qi is like a low-quality version of enlightenment tea, which actually has little effect," Zhang Song reminded.
This is why he doesn't care. The Enlightenment Tea is usually in the hands of powerful people in the True Lord Realm, and it is hard to buy even with money.
However, the literary spirit is caused by the resonance between oneself and the book, which brings spiritual joy and triggers physical changes.
Therefore, even if a person writes the word "poor" but feels emotional and looks indignant, as if he has done something extraordinary, a trace of literary energy may be born in his body.
With Zhou Yi's blessing.
All the dusty characters in Zhang Song's sea of consciousness, including the tripod inscriptions, tortoise shell inscriptions, Yin inscriptions, etc., began to churn.
Every character has its own origin and its own race, and one character represents a civilization.
Now it all becomes clear and I immediately understand the meaning.
It's like holding a language translator. No matter whether the person on the other side is a human or a ghost, you can immediately understand what the other person is saying.
As for the temporary chaos in the Zhou Dynasty, he did not want to interfere too much. Some things in Confucianism were still good, and he himself was willing to leave this heritage in the Kuwu world.
He took out Zhou Yi's body. There were words in every bit of skin and articles in every bit of blood. This was a truly studious person.
"I respect people with knowledge. Such articles and such spirit must be understood at all times."
Refining!
He respected Zhou Yi, so he did not divide the body of the Taoist master's incarnation among others.
Directly refined into golden Buddha flesh.
Half a month later, originally only the left palm was golden, but now the entire arm has turned golden, looking extremely sacred, like a natural treasure from the universe.
...
Shen Xiuyi felt uneasy, as if it was because of her that the Taoist master went outside the domain and killed the saint's clone.
Is the Taoist so competitive that he must prove that he is stronger than the saint?
When she joined Shiwu Academy, she clearly understood for the first time how strong that lazy guy, who even needed to be fed when drinking, was.
The saints in the Confucian world emerged from among tens of millions of scholars.
"Junior sister." Rulong closed the book in the academy, and a smile appeared on his heavy face.
"You, you have gathered literary talent."
Concentrating literary spirit is the first step to becoming a scholar. The more literary spirit you have, the greater your talent.
But if you want to become a great scholar, you must gather literary talents.
It is equivalent to a monk finding his own way.
Rulong has knowledge, but he has never found his own direction.
Even his teacher Zhou Xianzong asked him to get a manuscript of a saint for him to study.
Shen Xiuyi was silent for a moment. She now knew very well what a so-called literary advisor was.
In the School of Literature of Shiwu College, there are seventeen talented people, and the youngest is only eighteen years old.
They are all from their class, the fourth grade junior class.
She can give guidance to Senior Brother Rulong.
But he was afraid that his teacher Zhou Xianzong would find out and accuse him of being a traitor.
Several senior brothers were also embarrassed.
"Is your ideal nothing?" Shen Xiuyi asked.
Rulong immediately said instinctively: "Become a saint, assist the emperor, and let the people live and work in peace and contentment."
Shen Xiuyi nodded. This was the original ideal of almost all scholars, including herself.
"The First Martial Dao Master once said that as people grow, their strengths and goals are constantly changing."
"Some people's goal when they were young was to become a high-ranking official, but when they grew up they realized that their only goal was to have enough food to eat and to keep their wives and children from starving."
"Some people are born into a life of luxury, and just want to live a peaceful life, but end up being pushed to a high position step by step. The emperor is suspicious of them, and they have to plan for themselves and their faction every day. In the end, they wear the imperial robe, or die and their clan changes."
“People are changing, times are changing, environments are changing, and ideals and goals must also change.”
Rulong's face immediately darkened, and he said in a serious tone with exhortation: "Junior Sister, I will pretend that I have never heard what you said today."
A gentleman's mind will never change.
Rulong even thought that the junior sister had forgotten her original intention and was brainwashed by the first martial arts master.
Shen Xiuyi immediately responded that it was impossible to persuade a damned ghost with kind words.
The courage and path are your own, but if you listen to others in everything, how can you possibly become a literary hero?
Rulong thought that the junior sister knew her mistake.
His expression softened, "You're back just in time. The teacher is preparing to build an altar for offering sacrifices to the heavens."
"Ah!" Shen Xiuyi was stunned. This would be a waste of time and money.
Only a country with peace and prosperity can have the strength to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth, satisfy heaven and earth, and then accept the emperor as a godson.
Son of Heaven, Son of Heaven.
That guy is the first martial arts master, he shouldn't want such a big son.
Shen Xiuyi's mind was in turmoil and her face looked strange!