Legend of the Cultivation God - Chapter 3278

[Chapter 3278 Greetings]

“After the creatures were completely slaughtered, there was a great storm between the heavens and the earth, the torrential rain poured down like a torrent, and there were water pools within ten thousand miles! It’s just that there were pieces of corpses in the water pools, and the blood was flowing! The bloody aura went straight for a hundred years. It has never subsided, and no one can survive here!” Fu Zhiwen said vividly, “As for the magic chess that triggered such a catastrophe, it has disappeared since then! Where did it go, or No one knows who the master was who motivated the chess of the gods and devils until now! Of course, from the legend, I feel that the chess of gods and devils is a big killer, and its sacrifice… is made with thousands of , even at the cost of 100,000,000,000 souls, if it is not for life and death, others will not take it out easily, which is why… it is so mysterious.”

“Honey…” Xiao Hua sighed, “This kind of big killer… I’m afraid it will be ranked first in the top ten imperial weapons? Why is it ranked fifth?”

Fu Zhiwen shook his head: “This magic chess is too bloody, it is impossible for Confucian cultivators to rank it first!”

“Actually…” Xiao Hua laughed again, “This legend is too exaggerated, and even… Xiao thinks this is all compiled! Look at the so-called Dongchen Empire… They are crazy exaggerations, those Confucian scholars Does the Xiu family care? Although the Duanmu family is from a first-class Confucianist family, it is not difficult to reach out to take care of this matter, right? Second, the country lord can actually cultivate to the fourth rank of Yuanli, and his lifespan is limited. How long is it? He can be tired of being the lord of the country, right? Third, so many famous generals have fallen in this little nameless country. How could the lord… how could he go into battle himself? Besides, fate is the most important thing. It’s important! Fourth, since the Dongchen Empire is so strong, there must be ten imperial weapons, right? Can’t the first few be able to restrain the gods and demons?”

“Haha…” Fu Zhiwen laughed, “Don’t be too picky, fellow Daoist Xiao, this is just a legend, who knows if it’s true? But one thing is true!”

“Oh?”

“It’s the bloody swamp of thousands of miles~” Fu Zhiwen said, “No one can survive in that swamp of blood now, it’s still bloody abnormal, even if a bird wants to fly over this swamp of blood! A trip!”

“Really?” Xiao Hua said oddly, “Is this place within… Yanzhou?”

“Yes, it’s the famous blood pool of gods and demons in Yanzhou!”

“Well, if there is a chance, Xiao will go and see for himself…” It’s very strange, Xiao Hua heard such a very strange name, and suddenly felt a little bit in his heart, this feeling is not clear seems to be a kind of… call?

“Oh, that’s right!” Xiao Hua asked as soon as he felt this feeling, “The blood of the gods and devils is where the gods and devils chess finally disappeared. Wouldn’t no one have seen it?”

“This…” Fu Zhiwen shrugged, “It’s not mentioned in the legend, but since Daoyou Xiao tens of thousands of years later can think of it, there is no reason why the monks tens of thousands of years ago can’t think of it?”

“Indeed!” Xiao Hua sighed, “There is no shortage of smart people in this world!”

“Bold! The things that go against the ancestors!” Just as Xiao Hua sighed and wanted to hear the stories of the other ten imperial weapons, he heard the sound of thunderous scolding from downstairs. Zi Jiang attracted the attention of Xiao Hua and Fu Zhiwen, and both of them secretly said at the same time, “This… what’s going on?”

But at the bidding meeting at this time, there were four scrolls lined up in front of Yu Linfeng. These scrolls were all rolled together and tied with purple filaments. In front of him, a few so-called rotten Confucians who Xiao Hua had just seen without disguising their identities have now walked out of the crowd, standing under these literary axes, and scolded: “Yu Linfeng, you are me too. Disciple of Confucian cultivator, you are also one of my Confucian cultivators! You are so fascinated by primeval stones? The so-called imperial weapons, the so-called spirit grass, the so-called blood ink, you just bid! It is used for cultivation, self-defense, and attack! However, although the calligraphy and painting of the great Confucians in the early years are said to contain unparalleled aura, what they themselves represent is the academic achievements of these great Confucians, the knowledge they have learned throughout their lives. The crystallization is not comparable to those secular imperial utensils and literary scrolls! Isn’t it humiliating to the gentleman when you bid for the hard work of these great scholars in the public? Isn’t it humiliating the face of the ancestors?”

Although Yu Linfeng’s face was a little embarrassed, he carefully cupped his hands and said: “Seniors! Although these scrolls are the handwriting of great Confucianists, they are scrolls after all! I can’t just treasure such sacred relics from the Star Picking Tower when I get them. In the building, right? We must let the knowledge of these great scholars be admired by the younger generation? Maybe my way of Zhaixinglou is a bit wrong, a little vulgar, and cannot be seen by the seniors, but after all, I am the one who commemorates and values these great scholars. Senior’s actions, 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 the mid-air, scolding, “I beat you to death such an unworthy junior! Great scholar’s Calligraphy and painting are elegant objects, and they can only be viewed in a quiet room. As soon as these elegant objects arrive here, they will be stained with a copper stench! Inside… the arrogance you are waiting for will be inferior!”

“Although there is an incomparably pure and magnificent spirit in these paintings and calligraphy, these are the condensation of the spirit of the great Confucianism, and are not used for ordinary attacks only!” Another old man raised his arm tremblingly and said, “You little boy. What the bastard says is better than singing. Who doesn’t know that you are using these calligraphy and paintings as writing scrolls? Let the spirit of these great Confucians fight for you? When the spirit and spirit of these calligraphy and paintings are gone, these calligraphy and paintings will become A waste! Alas, a loser, a loser!!”

“Hahaha…” Xiao Hua upstairs smiled and said secretly, “Isn’t this what that Xiao’e said just now, the rotten Confucian who is going to make trouble? They regard the writing scrolls made by those great Confucians 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 think these paintings and calligraphy are the efforts of great scholars and can only be hidden in a quiet room to enjoy, why don’t you bid for these paintings and calligraphy? If they are left in the hands of your seniors, I will pick them up. Wouldn’t Xinglou be more at ease?”

“You are greedy for profit, and the base price of these paintings and calligraphy is based on the highest quality primeval stone. How can the old and the poor buy it?”

When Fu Zhiwen heard this, he also understood, and sighed: “What these seniors said… That’s right! The handwriting of the ancient great Confucians is getting less and less, and I don’t know when these will disappear! There is no essence. The calligraphy and painting of the gods… are simply dead objects, and it is impossible to reflect the demeanor of the great Confucians of all schools!”

However, Xiao Hua was standing and talking without back pain, and waved his hand with a smile: “The old won’t go away, the new won’t come, without these ancient great Confucians, wouldn’t there still be today’s great Confucians? The great Confucian generation is more than a generation, what is there? amazing?”

“Haha~” Fu Zhiwen smiled bitterly and said, “Daoyou Xiao doesn’t know something, the so-called Great Confucianism, also known as Hongru, did not come from pure cultivation, but those pedants who have read poetry and books, have high morals and profound knowledge! Special! , can be called a great Confucian, a Hongru, is it possible that he has opened a school of speech and has a place in the contention of a hundred schools of thought! How is it easy to be born in later generations?”

“So that’s the case!” Xiao Hua’s face straightened when he heard it, and he became awe-inspiring. He has already heard and understood that this so-called Great Confucianism is not a realm that he thinks, but an honor and a title! If Qiangzi compares it with a Taoist figure, the founder of Yuleizong, Ganyun Zhenren… I’m afraid this is the figure!

“Then… a hundred schools of thought contend…” Xiao Hua had just said half of what he said, and swallowed it again. It seemed that he didn’t even understand the ten imperial weapons, right? Now I actually have to ask a hundred schools of thought contending, I am afraid that Fu Zhiwen’s family will say that they can’t finish the story of killing these hundred schools tonight, “Let’s wait and ask slowly later!”

Xiao Hua didn’t ask, but at the bidding meeting, those corrupt Confucians were even more aggressive. They almost jumped up and scolded the evil deeds of Zhaixinglou, from the calligraphy and painting of the Great Confucianism, to the Confucian practice method, and even the Confucian imperial utensils. , has become the crime of Zhaixinglou forgetting his ancestors and selling his ancestors. How could Ren Yulinfeng justify that he was not allowed to bid for these great Confucian calligraphy and paintings!

Xiao Hua looked a little boring. He was about to ask about the rest of the top 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 me a greeting card, and I want to come over to pay my respects to the senior!” Xiao’e’s voice sounded from outside.

Xiao Hua rolled his eyes and said with a smile, “Come in and talk about it!”

“Yes, senior!” Xiao’e said, walking in with a gold-made prayer note in her hand, just as she was about to hand it over respectfully, Xiao Hua hurriedly waved his hand, “Don’t worry! The old man is just asking, this Is the owner of the post a guest of honor on the third floor?”

“Yes, senior!” Xiao’e nodded and said, “As long as the VIPs on the third floor of Mingyue Palace don’t want to hide their identities, they can call on each other. Not only did the Nujia see several VIP entourages taking their greetings to other platforms, There are even two VIPs entering other rooms!”

“Who sent this invitation? Do you know?” Xiao Hua asked again.

Xiao’e shook her head: “I don’t know the slave family, it’s also Xiao’e who sent the invitation, not the senior’s entourage.”

“Well, since that’s the case, it’s worth noting this old man!” Xiao Hua said with a sleeve, “Tell that little girl the original words!”

Xiao’e’s face changed slightly again, and she pleaded 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, and you don’t need to return the invitation! The slap thing… Senior still has to think more about it!”