Tianyin City, the central square!
This place gathers most of the world's strong literary and Daoists. Here, the Bafang doctrines collide here, and the Quartet Literary Dao exchanges here. There are literary and Taoist encounters all the time. Although they gather temporarily, they are like a sacred place for literary and taoism. The literary and Taoist practitioners are reluctant to leave for a moment and need to absorb more literary spirit.
Moyike's group was surrounded by tens of thousands of scholars, and Gu Hai's group approached and couldn't even squeeze in.
"Get out, get out! We are representatives of Dahan, get out!" A group of officials opened their way in front.
"Representative Dahan?" Wen Xiu who was squeezed in front was slightly startled, and immediately stepped aside.
Because the literary and cultivators gathered here understand that the collision of literary and Taoism here is a small dynasty that does not know the heights of the sky, and the Dahan dynasty is'challenging' the Dahuang dynasty.
The challenge was overwhelming, but I persisted for a long time and still did not decide the victory or defeat. After all the literary revisions watched the literary comparison, they gradually reduced their contempt for the Dahan Dynasty. They were extremely dignified. At least a game of chess was in front of them, so how many people Looking forward to sigh.
Dahan Dynasty? Is there another representative here
When everyone gave way, Gu Hai and his party finally stepped into it.
As soon as he entered the interior, Gu Hai immediately saw the interior scene.
But it is ∮ at the center of the sky. At this moment, there is a scroll floating horizontally. On the scroll is written the "Bodhi", the two Bodhi crosses, the words bloom with golden light, and the surrounding aura is spinning like a storm, forming a tornado, rushing upwards The sky was awe-inspiring, and the ice girl who was shrouded in golden light was suppressed below.
Bing Ji’s mouth still has solidified blood, sitting cross-legs, holding a picture in her hands. Although it is wrinkled, I can see the words and sentences of "I will enter the wine" above. Bing Ji seems to be in a coma, sitting cross-legs motionless. But still clinging to "Jiangjinjiu".
"This is Bing Ji? Can't come out after being trapped in the book realm?" Gou Chen frowned slightly.
"Oh, bullying too much!" A ruthless light flashed in Gu Hai's eyes.
Even though Bing Ji once gave herself a bowl of medicated soup, but Bing Ji is her own woman after all. At this moment, seeing her woman suppressed in the book realm, Gu Hai's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. .
Bingji was suppressed under the Bodhi, and not far from the side, there was a chessboard. At this moment, Mo Yike was playing against an old man with white hair and white clothes.
There were a large number of chess cultivators around, learning the chessboard of the two, arranging the chess records, and starting to follow the game.
However, there are several chessboards that are stained with blood.
"puff!"
A chess cultivator suddenly vomited blood and sprayed it on a chess board.
"South Island Chess King, how are you? You vomited blood too?" A group of chess repairers immediately helped the person who vomited blood.
"How is it possible, what kind of chess strength? I only intercepted one of the chess areas, so...!" Nandao Chess King said in astonishment.
"Don't watch, be careful, this game is weird, don't watch!" Nandao Chess King suddenly shouted to the others.
"As soon as the artistic conception of chess and path enters it, it is like seeing a vortex, deep and unable to extricate myself, I seem to see thousands of troops and horses killing me!"
"Me too, it's so uncomfortable, but this game is so wonderful, so powerful, I can't bear to look away!"
"puff!"
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Most of the more deeply engaged chess practitioners have flushed faces and lost their hearts. The profound chess game makes them unable to extricate themselves once they enter it, but they are far beyond their own chess skills, exhausted, and vomiting blood.
Mo Yike and the white-haired old man were both very cautious in their unhurried fall. You come and go.
Not far behind the white-haired old man, there was a seat on which was sitting a very handsome monk in white robe. The monk was drinking tea and a group of subordinates stood beside him.
"The emperor, the white-haired old man who played chess with Mr. Mo is Wu Yazi. The one who sits and drinks tea is the monk at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty. The others are attendants of the Rhubarb Heavenly Dynasty. There were originally a group of other people in the Rhubarb Dynasty. All left at this moment!" An official explained to Gu Hai.
"Monk at the beginning of Yuan Dynasty? Huh!" Gu Hai showed a sneer.
Behind Mo Yike stood a group of other Dahan Dynasty officials.
At this moment, Gu Hai and his party squeezed into the crowd, and when they got to the front, they immediately attracted their attention.
"The emperor!" All the officials were overjoyed.
"Meet the emperor!" All Dahan officials suddenly bowed in excitement.
Official Dahan bowed down, and Wenxiu was surprised at all around him.
"The emperor of the Great Han Dynasty?"
"He is Emperor Dahan?"
"Mr. Mo is so powerful that he is willing to stay in the imperial court as a minister? Is that to surrender him?"
"I don't see anything special!"
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A group of Wenxiu looked at Gu Hai curiously. Most of them didn't know Gu Hai, but there were some who knew Gu Hai, especially Wen Xiu who came from Metropolis. When they saw Gu Hai's arrival, their faces were overwhelmed.
"Mr. Gu, it is Mr. Gu who is here! Hahaha, this monk is miserable in the early Yuan Dynasty!"
"Master at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty is miserable? Could this Emperor Dahan also prose?"
"Of course, the previous "I will enter the wine" was made by Mr. Gu in a short time. When I first took the wine out, the pen frightened the wind and rain, and the poem turned into a weeping ghost, you didn't see it!"
"Also, Mr. Gu's chess skills are also extremely powerful, it seems that Mr. Mo's chess skills are not as good as Mr. Gu's!"
"Impossible, how could his chess power be better than Mr. Mo?"
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As the people who knew Gu Hai spoke, the literary cultivators around him became violent. After all, reaching the level of Moyike is already rare in the world, but you say that Mr. Gu is better than him? is it possible
Also, he really did it that will enter the wine
A blast of literary and Taoist practitioners around.
Suddenly aroused the curiosity of the monk in the early Yuan Dynasty, put down the teacup, and looked at Gu Hai suspiciously.
Mr. Mo also had a meal in his hand, turning his head to look.
"Mr. Mo, since you are playing chess, you have to be mindful!" Wu Yazi reminded me kindly.
"The emperor, you are finally here!" Moyike suddenly looked overjoyed.
Seeing Mo Yike's expression, Wu Yazi was slightly startled, and looked at him in confusion.
Gu Hai nodded, and walked forward with a gloomy face: "Mr. Mo, you have worked hard!"
"The minister did nothing, just Bing Ji, but the minister was helpless!" Mo Yike smiled bitterly.
"Oh? Emperor Dahan? You are what Bing Ji said, Gu Hai, who can defeat me if you come?" The Yuanchu monk not far away showed a sneer.
Wu Yazi looked at Gu Hai curiously, and didn't say anything, but looked at Mo Yike and said, "Mr. Mo, it's time for you to settle down!"
Mo Yike shook his head: "Wait a moment, Mr. Wu Yazi!"
After speaking, Mo Yike followed behind Gu Hai.
Gu Hai walked step by step to where Bing Ji was. Looking at the blood stain at the corner of Bing Ji's mouth. Gu Hai's face was gloomy.
At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the monk also stood up and walked step by step to not far from Bingji Guhai.
Sifang Wenxiu looked at Gu Hai in amazement. You must know that although some people admire Gu Hai, but everyone did not see Gu Hai's methods, how could they believe that he was powerful
"Buddha of immeasurable life, Bing Ji is now your minister?" The monk asked coldly in the early Yuan Dynasty.
When looking at Gu Hai, there was an arrogance in his eyes.
Gu Hai didn't pay attention to the monk at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, but carefully took the volume of "Jian Jin Jiu" in the hands of Bing Ji.
"Be careful, it's enveloped by the artistic conception of "Bodhi"!" a kind Wenxiu shouted suddenly.
Sure enough, a part of the twenty gold characters of "Bodhi" suddenly burst into the ancient sea with dazzling golden light. As long as the calligraphy master is shrouded in it, he will instantly fall into the calligraphy mood of "Bodhi" and be unable to extricate himself, just like Like Bing Ji, trapped in the book realm.
At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the monk sneered, as if watching Gu Hai make a fool of himself.
Outside the central square, Qingdi led a group of people and looked at the center of the central square coldly, and to be precise, his gaze had been staring at Gu Hai. Seeing Gu Hai stepping into the center of the book "Bodhi", he also narrowed his eyes.
"Om!"
However, he saw that Gu Hai stepped forward in the book realm of Bodhi, as if he was not disturbed at all.
"Eh? How come?" The monk at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty showed a burst of consternation.
My own "Bodhi" is extremely offensive. No matter how strong the calligraphy is, it is impossible for a strong calligrapher to walk through it so calmly. As long as there is a calligraphy artistic conception, they will all be affected. But Gu Hai's appearance, how does it feel? No
"Oh?" The Qing Emperor in the distance also narrowed his eyes.
"Emperor, that Gu Hai has no calligraphic artistic conception? Why is it not affected by "Bodhi"?" Qi Sha said in amazement.
"How could there be no calligraphic artistic conception? Didn't you hear that "Jianjinjiu" was written by Gu Hai?" The person next to him was puzzled.
"Yes!" Seven Killers showed a daze.
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In the small courtyard where the Buddha is in the future, a group of monks have long regarded Gu Hai as an enemy, and they are also paying attention to Gu Hai.
"Buddha, how can Gu Hai be okay?" a monk asked blankly at the side hall.
There was silence in the hall for a while, and the voice of the future Buddha came: "Strange!"
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In the central square, countless Wenxiu also stared. After a while, how could Gu Hai have no influence at all
Naturally, Gu Hai would not tell others that he did not have any calligraphic artistic conception, so he would not be affected. Instead, she looked at the frowning Bing Ji with some distress. Gently wiped the dried blood from the corners of her mouth.
Even in the book realm of "Bodhi", Bing Ji still clings to "Jiang Jinjiu".
Gu Hai slowly grabbed "Jiangjinjiu" as if to pull it out.
"No, this is the emperor's "Jiangjinjiu", you are not worthy, you are not worthy!" In a daze, Bing Ji seemed to resist, not allowing people to snatch Jangjiu.
"Bing Ji, it's me, will give me the wine!" Gu Hai said softly.
"The emperor, are you here, the emperor? The emperor, help me, the emperor, help me!" Bing Ji called dimly, her whole body trembling.
His hands were loose, and "Jiang Jinjiu" was pulled out by Gu Hai.
Bing Ji still did not wake up, but her whole body trembled: "It's so heavy snow, the emperor, I'm cold, the emperor, I'm so cold!"
Bing Ji shivered in a coma, and Gu Hai felt distressed. Bing Ji is the body of a water tripod. With such a body, I feel cold. In the book realm of Bodhi, how cold should it be.
Gu Hai looked up at the "Bodhi" floating in the sky, his face extremely gloomy.
"Ice Ji, I am here, you are trapped in the book realm of "Bodhi" and cannot get out of trouble. I will teach you to come out, just a piece of "Bodhi", but you!" Gu Hai said softly.
"Take pen, ink, paper and inkstone!" Gu Hai said solemnly.
"Yes!" A group of officials immediately fetched pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Gu Hai grabbed the brush and placed it in Bing Ji's hand.
"Bing Ji, listen to me, use calligraphy to crush "Bodhi" to pieces!" Gu Hai said coldly.
"I listen to the emperor, I listen to the emperor, the emperor, I'm so cold!" Bing Ji called in a daze in a chill, her voice poignantly, as if to cry.
"Break my "Bodhi"? Hahahahaha, let the Bingji who fell into the book realm of "Bodhi" write it? In her current state, even if there is a preliminary article for her to write, the power is only the one in her heyday, Gu Hai You really can't help yourself!" The monk in the early Yuan Dynasty sneered.
"Moyike, read "Bodhi"!" Gu Hai said solemnly.
"There is a Bodhi tree in the heart!" Mo Yike said.
"Write, Bodhi has no trees!" Gu Hai said softly to the bewildered Bing Ji.
"Bodhi has no trees!" Bing Ji wrote word by word.
The writing is crooked and not in a shape at all. It is only a little bit into the artistic conception of Bing Ji's calligraphy, but just the five crooked words have just been written, but in an instant billions of buddha-like golden lights bloomed, a tsunami-like awe-inspiring righteousness, and suddenly billowed. To the square in all directions.
Rumble!
ps: Finally there is no delay, this chapter is written in the barber shop!
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