The sermon begins with covering the sky

Chapter 665

As the sun was setting, Hong Yi lay quietly on the bed, thinking wildly.

His mind and soul were damaged, his eyes were dull, and the thoughts in his mind were extremely chaotic and full of distracting thoughts. In this state, let alone the imperial examinations and spiritual practice, even if a book was placed in front of his eyes, he couldn't understand it.

Feeling depressed, Hong Yi got up and sat beside his desk.

The desk that was originally filled with pens, inks, papers and inkstones is now filled with several wine bottles.Frustrated in life, Hong Yi was also drinking heavily during this time.

However, at this moment, a ray of light suddenly descended from the sky and directly fell into the center of Hong Yi's eyebrows.In an instant, Hong Yi's absent-minded eyes suddenly became extremely bright.

The soul that was injured by Hong Xuanji's energy and blood was quickly repaired in an instant.

"Huh!?" At this moment, Hong Yi suddenly seemed to have turned on some switch, and the thoughts in his mind were like springs, and inspiration emerged in an instant.

All kinds of whimsical ideas melted into his heart almost instantly, and his previous views and perceptions on various things seemed to emerge instantly at this moment.

Subconsciously, he wrote a poem directly on the white paper——

"Who thinks that the west wind is cool alone, the windows are closed and the yellow leaves are rustling, and the sun is setting in the setting sun when meditating on the past. I am not surprised by the wine, and I fall asleep in the spring, and the gambling books disappear and the fragrance of tea is splashed. It was only normal at that time."

The tone is mournful, vivid on the paper, suddenly, the words are bright, and there seems to be a vague mood of mourning.

The light illuminated Hong Yi's face, and his eyes became much deeper in an instant. He slowly picked up the poem he wrote before, savored it carefully, and pondered it carefully.

Now just looking at this piece of paper, I feel a kind of sadness, a kind of unwillingness.This is the truest portrayal of his time when he was sick at home.A poem describes his experience and mentality for more than half a year.

"What's the matter? Why is the writing like a fountain all of a sudden? Even I couldn't have come up with such a poem before! And this word..." Hong Yi carefully looked at the blank paper and the poems on it.

Not to mention the artistic conception of this poem, even the words are far beyond his peak.When he was at his peak, he couldn't even write this kind of font that contained spirit.

"According to ancient legends, a word from a sage is enough to drive away ghosts and gods. Could it be that I have been so weak during this period that I have burst out with countless inspirations and ideas? It even restored my soul?" Hong Yi immediately put everything together. All rested on the sinking of oneself during this period of time.

"The adversity has reached the extreme, but luck has begun!" Hong Yi silently pondered his experience during this period of time and the countless inspirations and ideas that emerged in his heart.

This feeling made him feel uncomfortable.

So, he directly picked up the pen beside him, re-grinded the ink, laid out the white paper, and finally gathered everything into one sentence: "No: No, the bandit is not good for the gentleman. The big goes small..."

At the moment when he wrote this passage, Hong Yi felt as if he had completely merged with the spirits of the ancient masters, grasping their true spirit and their true aura!Really great!

The more he kept writing, the more Hong Yi felt that he had realized the most essential truth between heaven and earth in an instant. His confidence was getting stronger and stronger, his writing was like a spring, and his writing flowed freely.

"Tai: From the small to the big, Jiheng." After writing the previous "no", he changed his pen and quickly transformed into the next hexagram.

Every word seems to have attracted a divine blessing from somewhere, and every word seems to be a baptism of his soul, from the supreme baptism of all the saints.

At this moment, there seemed to be a flame of wisdom burning in Hong Yi's mind.

Soul is the furnace, wisdom is the workmanship, truth is the charcoal, writing and thinking is the copper.

The books Hong Yi has read and seen, the principles he has comprehended, and even the warmth and warmth of human relationships he has seen since he was a child are all integrated into one furnace. Various principles are constantly rubbing and blending, and finally It seems that it has completely turned into his own accumulation, background and truth.

But at this moment, all of a sudden, the words burst out, shining brightly.

Hong Yi suddenly felt that his soul seemed to jump out all at once, and the golden light bloomed all over his body, like the scorching sun bursting out.In an instant, his mind and soul left his body, and the whole person's mind and soul directly reached an unimaginable height.

Opening his eyes, the afterglow of the setting sun burst in from the outside world, and Hong Yi's spirit left a faint shadow on the ground.

"The sun has not yet set, yet my soul actually broke out of my body on the eve of sunset, and jumped directly from the realm of night travel to the realm of day travel?" Hong Yi was a little dumbfounded, his progress speed was really too fast too fast.

"It turns out that reading is the strongest means of cultivating the soul. If you are not good, it is not good for a gentleman. From the big to the small... Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!" Hong Yiyue recited the sentence he wrote before, The more carefree you feel in your heart, the more carefree you feel when your thoughts are clear.

His spirit floated in the void, looking at the words on the white paper, he felt a sense of enlightenment in his heart; it seemed that these words were the ultimate truth he was pursuing in his heart.

At this moment, he felt that his soul thoughts were still growing continuously, and the shadow of his soul became clearer and clearer under the afterglow of the setting sun.

It was just a faint shadow before, but now, it seems that a real form has appeared.

The realm of Riyou continued to grow at this moment, and there were faint signs of entering the realm of appearance.

"Good! Good! Good!" Hong Yi's spirit returned to his body, and the more he looked at it, the more delighted he was.

"Taihe is not... My encounter this time can be described as 'the extremes of things will be reversed, and the extremes will come back'!" Hong Yi sighed leisurely.

The heroic spirits of the masters turned into light and merged into his soul, causing Hong Yi's whole body to undergo a radical change.

And at this moment, in the master bedroom of Marquis Wuwen's mansion.

Hong Xuanji was sitting here quietly cross-legged, circulating his qi and blood.

Since crushing his inner demons some time ago, he has officially advanced to Human Immortal, and now his cultivation is improving rapidly.

"Huh!?" However, at the moment when the masters landed on Hong Yi, Hong Xuanji suddenly opened his eyes.

When the masters descended, others couldn't notice it, but Hong Xuanji, who was already a human being, was so close, how could he not notice it at all?

"What's going on? It's that Nizi's place!" Hong Xuanji's eyes showed a look of horror, he opened the door subconsciously, and rushed directly to Hong Yi.

He has already noticed something is wrong, and if he doesn't act quickly, some things that he can't even control will happen.

However, the moment Hong Xuanji approached Hong Yi——

"Om!!"

A mighty aura carrying the will of the masters descended suddenly and rushed directly towards him.

The spirit of the philosophers, the artistic conception of the philosophers, and the principles of the philosophers seemed to have transformed into all-pervasive wind and water, and quickly invaded Hong Xuanji's body.

"puff!!"

In an instant, Hong Xuanji's face flushed, and suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out.This mouthful of fresh blood has a fragrant taste, and the blood is even more flickering with a little purple-gold color.

"How is it possible? How is it possible? Am I wrong? How could I be wrong? Medieval scholars, do you think I am wrong? Why?" A trace of confusion appeared in Hong Xuanji's eyes, and his original high-spirited aura was instantly knocked back. After the original prototype, even his celestial qi and blood fluctuations like a little sun weakened a lot at this moment.

At this time, the inner demons that had been overcome before also erupted again.

Hong Xuanji had just gotten over the inner demons and was not even in an unstable state. Now that he was disturbed by the power of the heroic spirits, he suddenly erupted again, and the whole person fell into a state of confusion.

Today's Hong Xuanji is not the one in the later period of the original book who would risk everything for his own way, and he is not the one who would sacrifice his life in order to achieve his great cause.

What Hong Xuanji wanted now was to write a book and be known as a son, but now his way was rejected by all the saints, and he naturally fell into a new round of demons.

Hong Xuanji's way is to distort the saying "the emperor, the minister, the minister, the father, the son and the son". politics.

But Hong Xuanji distorted this statement and turned it into an absolute authority and an absolute relationship between superiors and subordinates.

(End of this chapter)