Xiaoman Mountain!

The three men sat blankly in the yard and watched the sun. The warm sunlight shone on him, but for them, there was no warm feeling.

Unable to absorb literary energy!

Unable to absorb literary energy!

Such a fact has been echoing in the minds of the three of them.

"Young Master, are they all okay?" Cui Die looked at Mo Qi and asked with some concern.

These three people seemed to have lost their wits and had been lying outside for a day and a night.

It even gives Cui Die a feeling of sorrow that it is the dying of her heart.

The three old men became like this, which made people feel pitiful.

Mo Qi also sighed deeply at this time. He was actually blamed for this matter. If he hadn't been soft-hearted and gave the three masters hope, the three masters would not have been so desperate.

But he has no choice!

This article was so angry that it would never go into his body, as if it was disgusting him.

The third duke has been here for a long time, and Mo Qi is already busy getting the Great Wilderness Mountains to prepare for moving, but the third duke is still in a daze here.

finally.

"what to do?"

Duke Zhou said this with a little unconscious look on his eyes.

Could it be that his Confucian sage son can only cultivate immortality?

What a shame, so shameful!

"This matter has never happened. Maybe I need to go back and ask my ancestors for advice!"

Huaigong finally sighed.

This sighed deeply and bleakly.

It was as if he had just started from the last exam to the first place, but he felt uncomfortable when he learned that he had stolen the answer.

"Forget it, seal the head of the Demon Lord first!"

Duke Zhou stood up from the chair. After all, he was a great scholar. He recovered his fighting spirit so quickly.

"good!"

The other two will let go of pessimistic things for the time being.

Anyway, Mo Qi was also shining by Wenquxing, and he could see the literary spirit above others' heads. I guess something went wrong that led to this situation.

There should be a solution to the ancestors!

"Don't give up!"

Huaigong called out directly.

"Oh, here we come!"

Mo Qi shouted, and his figure flashed quickly.

"Three great masters, are you okay?" Mo Qi asked cautiously.

The three masters temporarily cleared their decadent spirit and became elegant again.

"Mo Qi, we have never reached a conclusion about your matter. We will ask our ancestors for advice when we go back. Are you willing to accompany me to Zhongzhou?"

Huaigong asked while touching his beard.

"Report to Mr. Huai, I have to bring people from the Great Wilderness Mountains to move. I can't stay in this Great Wilderness Mountains anymore, so I'm afraid I can't follow you back to Zhongzhou." Mo Qi said with a smile.

Huaigong didn't force it.

"Since that's the case, we will start to seal the Demon Lord directly and seal it with the Four Confucian Formation."

Four destiny formations?

Mo Qi looked at the three men, and then looked around.

Four greats?

One less!

"No need to read it. In addition, this is you. Although you cannot absorb the literary spirit in the void, you are originally the Confucian son. The poems and articles you have written in the past few years have long been widely circulated in the mundane world. The literary spirit accumulated is enough to activate the Four Abyss, and it is more than enough. I will teach you how to arrange the Four Abysses."

After Huaigong said that, his eyes became slightly brighter.

Mo Qi instantly felt a message appearing in his mind out of thin air.

How to inspire your own literary spirit and how to arrange the four ultimate formations.

The light of enlightenment gradually appeared in Mo Qi's eyes.

Soon, the light in Mo Qi's eyes dissipated.

"Do you understand?"

Huaigong asked.

Mo Qi nodded heavily.

It turns out that Confucianism does not only practice with literary spirit, but also when any poetry and articles written by literati are spread, literary spirit will be produced from others.

These literary styles are simple and pure, useful for cultivation, and can be used freely by Confucians.

If a Jinshi uses a verbal sword, his literary spirit can be transformed into a ten-foot-thousand-ghost blade, but because of his great reputation, this verbal sword can be added.

If it is famous and eventually turns into a giant blade of a hundred feet, it is not impossible for it to be a giant blade of a thousand feet.

And Mo Qi is such a famous person.

But now he seems to be able to simply use his literary spirit.

The four began to fly around the Great Wilderness Mountains.

Mo Qi started using the Huai Bus for himself and slowly closed his eyes.

Gradually, it seemed that a white light ball appeared in his consciousness world, and Mo Qi tried to let the white light ball enter his body.

But this white light ball seems to not exist.

Mo Qi sighed.

Uncle, is this just to prove that I am not a good source of study?

It hurts so much.

Mo Qi, who completely gave up treatment, began to continue meditating on Wen Qi.

During his meditation, the literary spirit gathered, and large groups of white literary spirit gathered rapidly from all over the Kyushu.

These are all literary spirits that are produced by his previous poems.

The third prince saw the north where Mo Qi passed, and saw the thousands of literary spirits, gathering towards Mo Qi like a milk swallow returning to his nest, and his heart was so painful that it was almost bleeding.

Why can't such a good seedling cultivate Confucianism?

Time passed by minute by minute, and where Mo Qi was, his literary spirit was as profound as the sea. In the eyes of the San Gong, the literary spirit there had even become a huge sun.

Even a great scholar would be a difficult task to gather so much literary spirit.

"When did he gather so much literary spirit silently?" The third duke was even confused.

Although I know that Mo Qi is talented, how could this popularity be so high?

"If this son does not enter Confucianism, he should be a Confucian sage who is not open to his eyes!" Zhou Gong said gritting his teeth.

"This boy is a waste of talent!" Liu Gong's beard was beating.

"I must go to find his master!" Huai Gong's eyebrows trembled.

Mo Qi didn't know the reaction of the three men, and felt that the white literary spirit was almost done, so he slowly opened his eyes.

Then he was shocked.

Holding the grass, why is there so much literary around me? It almost becomes like an ocean.

"Am I really famous?" Mo Qi couldn't help but mutter.

He didn't do anything, he just wrote some business ways, borrowed some poetry, songs, and wrote some short stories about the strange story of Chinese a Chinese school when he was bored.

There seems to be nothing else.

Just a little thing can bring so much literary spirit?

Mo Qi scratched his head, this Confucianism is quite magical.

So much literary talent should be enough, so let's try it!

Mo Qi thought and instantly felt that this massive amount of literary spirit was completely controlled by himself. It was quite relaxing, not as difficult as Huai Gong said.

"Confucianism, Xuanwu conquers the earth!"
To be continued...