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Tianya Haige!
Bu Linfeng's eyes were empty and lifeless, he staggered back a few steps, his legs gave way, and he almost sat on the ground.
"How is it possible? How could this be?!"
"That's a ninth-grade hymn, well-spoken?! Are you kidding me!"
Bu Feifan's "Bai Yue Su Shen Fu" has broken Bu Linfeng's cognition of Taixue Dao.
Yashou Yan Hui, the head of Confucian sub-sages, only wrote five nine-rank hymns in his life, and Shi Zhichang, who was the first in poetry, only wrote five poems.
The steps are extraordinary, but the poems are made in seven steps, nine grades of hymns!
It took Bu Linfeng three years, a full three years, to read all the poems of the Taixue. His writing, but it is comparable to the sixth-rank immortal poems, has already made him proud.
But the appearance of Bu Feifan completely shattered all the pride of Bu Linfeng.
"Why!"
Shi Zhichang looked at the devastated Bu Linfeng and let out a long sigh.
Bu Feifan has been famous since the battle of Liupo Mountain in the East China Sea. After the battle of Jiuxiao Mountain, everyone in the world knows it.
A few days ago, a song "House of Flying Daggers" suppressed one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals in the Eastern Heavenly Court, and killed Li Jing, the commander-in-chief of the three armies, the Tota Heavenly King, and fled.
His talent, his combat effectiveness, and his state of mind are definitely not comparable to Bu Linfeng.
Shi Zhichang has already seen that Bu Linfeng is completely useless, even if Taixue doesn't target him, he still can't get rid of the inner demon of Bu Feifan, and he can't get over the hurdle in his heart.
"Bushoushi, this is the Dimensional Sumeru ring, take it well!"
Shi Zhichang gave Bu Feifan the Dimensional Sumeru Ring with great care.
Bu Feifan looked at the bright light in his hand, and his heart was agitated.
With the Dimensional Sumeru Precept, he can start the "transformation" plan, turning himself into a mortal, going through the reincarnation of a mortal, understanding the emotions and desires of the world, and tempering his mind.
Afterwards, in Transcending the Tribulation, even if it was a Quasi-Saint Tribulation, Bu Feifan could calmly deal with the inner demons.
"Brother Shi, seeing you today is also considered fate between you and me. Why don't you have a few drinks, I still have something to ask!"
"It's so good!"
Shi Zhichang was very excited. He told the bookboy to take Bu Feifan and Zhao Linger away after taking care of Bu Linfeng.
Lin Tiannan took Lin Yueru with him and left, and Liu Mang didn't stop there, greeted Liu Jinjie, and returned to Liu's residence.
Tianyahai Pavilion will hold an all-night banquet, thousands of Taixue, enjoy the rich delicacies of mountains and seas, drink sake, and talk about Bu Feifan with each other.
It can be said that Bu Feifan's prestige in Taixue will rise to a higher level starting tomorrow.
And his three poems, "Plum Blossom", "Dong Xue¡¤Bie Jun" and "Bai Yue¡¤Su Shen Fu" will also be spread in the prehistoric world.
This banquet did not belong to Bu Linfeng. He was in a state of despair, and walked out of Tianyahaige alone without the book boy to accompany him.
It was very late, and no inns were open for business. For this reason, Shi Zhichang brought Bu Feifan and Zhao Linger to his residence, an elegant mansion.
Order the servants to prepare the food and drink, and then Shi Zhichang invited Bu Feifan and Zhao Linger to sit down.
As the first person in poetry, Shi Zhichang can naturally communicate with Bu Feifan.
The two exchanged glasses, talked about Taixue, poetry, and some possible development directions of Confucianism in the future.
In short, this banquet, Bu Feifei enjoyed drinking and talking to the fullest.
"Brother Shi, I have a question that has troubled me for a long time, and I hope you can help me solve it!"
"The first teacher, please general!"
Shi Zhichang's old face was already slightly drunk from drinking, and he sat upright when he heard the words. It could be seen that he was very interested in issues that could trouble Bu Feifan.
"I don't know if we are too learned, but can someone make a poem at the level of heaven?!"
Bu Feifan wanted to confirm whether the poems and words were really in the same state as those who practice Taoism and Buddhism.
In the prehistoric world, there is such a rule that all souls know, that is, the power of the quasi-sage realm, even if it is the quasi-sage king, even if he burns three souls and seven souls, and burns the whole body's energy, it is impossible Break through the shackles and exert the power of a saint.
What Bu Feifan wants to know is whether the poem is a sub-sage, and there is absolutely no possibility of making a poem at the level of heaven.
"Naturally someone in Taixue made poems at the level of heaven, and that is the sage Kong, and brother Yan Hui! "
"As far as I know, there are three poems written by Confucius at the level of the Dao of Heaven. The teacher hasn't shown them. There should be more. Brother Yan Hui wrote one. As for me, it's worth half of it!"
"That year, I had just advanced to the sub-sage level, and my mood was extremely unstable, so I turned into an ordinary scholar and traveled the world of mortals!"
"I have seen too much suffering in the world, and I feel something in my heart. Only half of the poem is written, and it is already a ninth-grade hymn. If the second half is written, it should be able to reach the level of heaven!"
Bu Feifan took a sip of wine and felt something in his heart.
It seems that a piece of poetry is not a poem of the level of heaven, only a sage who has learned the Tao can do it.
It is not a problem for Yan Hui's talent to sweep this era. As the sub-sage king, he composed poems of the level of heaven that logically speaking, only a sage of great learning and Taoism can compose.
This is the most essential difference between Taixue, Taoism and Zen!
If you make poems at the level of heaven, you can borrow the power of saints, which is quite terrifying.
As for practitioners and Buddhist practitioners, including demon cultivators and quasi-sage kings, even if you burn your primordial spirit, you will never be able to obtain the power of a saint.
'The most important thing at the moment is to raise the holy-level poetry to the level of heaven, so that I can borrow the power of a saint. Even if I meet a half-step saint, I will have the power to fight! '
Bu Feifan has a very strong intuition that the three religions of Zen and Taoism, including the Eastern Heavenly Court and the Southern Heavenly Court, still have their trump cards hidden.
What's more, in the future, all worlds will be unified, and the era of darkness and turmoil will begin. Half-step saints dare not say that they run all over the street, but there are definitely many.
If you have extraordinary steps, you must have the ability to protect yourself, and even defeat half-step saints.
It's just that if you want to upgrade to the holy poetry, you can only find an apprentice who is recognized by the system, which is too difficult!
We can only take one step at a time!
Bu Feifan and Shi Zhichang had a feeling that they hated seeing each other late, and they didn't stop drinking until the middle of the night.
Shi Zhichang sent Bu Feifan and Zhao Linger to Ruju Inn in person, and then turned back.
Bu Feifan, who reeked of alcohol, got a little drunk, and was supported by Zhao Linger, and went back to the room.
With a cultivation base of an extraordinary Confucianism, he would not get drunk no matter how much he drank, but he did not deliberately let the literary energy in his body dispel the alcohol, but felt the feeling of spinning like a mortal.
Supporting Bu Feifan to sit on the bed, Zhao Linger looked at her husband-in-law, those peach blossom eyes contained a lot of things, a little hesitant to speak. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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