Everlasting Immortal Firmament

Tianyin City, the central square!

Most of the literary and dao experts from all over the world are gathered here. Here, the theories of the eight directions collide and the four directions of literary and dao exchange. There are discussions and collisions of literary and Taoism all the time. Although they gather temporarily, they are like holy places of literary and Taoism. Individual literary and Taoist cultivators are unwilling to leave even for a moment, and need to absorb more literary energy.

Mo Yike and his group were surrounded by thousands of Wenxiu, and Gu Hai and his party couldn't even squeeze in when they got close.

Get out of the way, get out of the way! We are representatives of Da Han, get out of the way! A group of officials opened the way ahead.

Representative of Dahan? Wen Xiu, who was squeezed in front, was slightly taken aback, and immediately stepped aside.

Because the Wenxiu gathered here all understand that the collision of Wen Dao here is a small dynasty that does not know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, the Dahan Dynasty, is 'challenging' the Big Yellow Dynasty.

It was an overreaching challenge, but it lasted for a long time, and the winner was still not determined. The Wenxiu watched the competition, and gradually put away their contempt for the Dahan Dynasty. They were extremely dignified.

Dahan Dynasty? Another representative is here?

When everyone stepped aside one after another, Gu Hai and his party finally stepped into it.

Upon entering the interior, Gu Hai immediately saw the interior clearly.

But at the very center of the sky, there is a scroll floating horizontally at this moment. On the scroll is written the Bodhi, with twenty words of Bodhi, each word is shining with golden light, and the aura of awe-inspiring power is swirling around like a storm, forming a tornado.

Congealed blood was still hanging from the corner of Bing Ji's mouth, she was sitting cross-legged, holding a piece of writing in her hand, although it was wrinkled, but she could see the words will enter the wine on it, Bing Ji seemed to have fallen into a coma, sitting cross-legged motionless, but still tightly holding will enter the wine.

This is Bing Ji? Trapped in the book environment and unable to come out? Gou Chen frowned slightly.

Oh, it's too much to bully! A ruthless light flashed in Gu Hai's eyes.

Even though Bing Ji used to give him a bowl of medicinal soup made with hands and feet in the past, Bing Ji is his woman after all, seeing his woman being suppressed in the book environment and unable to come out, Gu Hai's heart sank in an instant.

Bing Ji was suppressed under Bodhi, and there was a chessboard not far away, and Mo Yike was playing chess with an old man with white hair and white clothes at the moment.

Surrounded by a large number of chess masters, they imitated the chessboard of the two, set up the game record, and began to deduce it.

However, several chessboards were covered with blood.

puff!

A chess master suddenly vomited blood and sprayed it on a deduction chessboard.

Nandao Chess King, how are you? You also vomited blood? A group of chess masters immediately helped the man who vomited blood.

How is it possible, what kind of chess power is this? I just intercepted one of the chess areas, just, just...! Nandao Chess King said in horror.

Don't look, be careful, this chess game is weird, don't look! Nandao Chess King immediately shouted to the others.

As soon as the artistic conception of the way of chess enters it, it's like seeing a vortex, so deep that I can't extricate myself. I seem to see thousands of troops and horses coming to kill me!

Me too, it's so uncomfortable, but this chess game is so exciting and powerful, I can't bear to look away!

puff!

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Chess cultivators who have been deeply involved mostly flushed and their minds were trapped. The profound chess game made them unable to extricate themselves once they entered it, but they were far beyond their own chess strength, exhausted physically and mentally, and vomited blood.

When Mo Yike and the white-haired old man settled down in a leisurely manner, both of them were extremely cautious, and they came and went.

Not far behind the white-haired old man, there was a seat on which sat an extremely handsome monk in white robes. The monk was drinking tea, and a group of subordinates stood beside him.

Your Majesty, the white-haired old man who played chess with Mr. Mo is Wu Yazi, and the one sitting there drinking tea is the monk Yuanchu, and the others are attendants of Dahuang Tianchao. Dahuang Tianchao originally had a group of other people, but they all left now! an official explained to Gu Hai.

Monk at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty? Heh! Gu Hai sneered.

Behind Mo Yike stood a group of other Dahan Dynasty officials.

At this moment, when Gu Hai and his party squeezed into the crowd and came to the front, they immediately caught their attention.

Your Majesty! All the officials were overjoyed.

Greetings to the emperor! All the Dahan officials bowed down excitedly.

Dahan officials bowed down, which immediately attracted a burst of surprise around Wenxiu.

The emperor of the Dahan Dynasty?

Is he the Emperor Dahan?

Mr. Mo is so good at chess, he is willing to stay in the imperial court as a minister? To submit to him?

I can'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 Wenxiu who came from the metropolis. When he saw Gu Hai's arrival, he immediately showed great joy.

Mr. Gu, it's Mr. Gu who is here! Hahaha, it's a disaster for the monk at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty!

Grandmaster Yuanchu is miserable? Could it be that Emperor Dahan also knows how to write?

Of course, Mr. Gu wrote the previous Jiangjinjiu in a short time. When the Jiangjijiu came out, the pen fell into the wind, and the poem turned into weeping ghosts and gods. 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 strength surpass Mr. Mo's?

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As the people who knew Gu Hai spoke, the surrounding Wenxiu also became commotion. After all, reaching the level of Mo Yike is already very rare in the world, but you said that Mr. Gu is better than him? is it possible?

Also, is it really he who made the drink?

There was a commotion among the Wen Dao cultivators all around.

It immediately aroused the curiosity of the monk at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, put down his teacup, and looked at Gu Hai suspiciously.

Mr. Mo also paused in his hands, and turned his head to look.

Mr. Mo, since you are playing chess, you have to focus on nothing else! Wu Yazi on the opposite side kindly reminded.

Your majesty, you're finally here! Mo Yike immediately showed great joy.

Seeing Mo Yike's expression, Wu Yazi was slightly startled, and looked at him suspiciously.

Gu Hai nodded, and walked forward with a sullen face: Mr. Mo, you have worked hard!

I didn't do anything, it's just Bing Ji, but I can't do anything! Mo Yike said with a wry smile.

Oh? Your Majesty Dahan? You are the Gu Hai that Bing Ji said, you can defeat me when you come? The monk Yuanchu who was not far away showed a sneer.

Wu Yazi looked at Gu Hai curiously, 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 finishing speaking, Mo Yike followed behind Gu Hai.

Gu Hai walked to Bing Ji's place step by step. Look at the bloodstain on the corner of Bing Ji's mouth. Gu Hai's face was gloomy.

The monk at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty also stood up and walked step by step not far from Bingji Guhai.

Sifang Wenxiu looked at Gu Hai in surprise. You must know that although some people admired Gu Hai, how could they believe that Gu Hai was powerful if they didn't see Gu Hai's methods?

Infinite Life Buddha, Bing Ji is now your minister? Yuanchu monk asked coldly.

When looking at Gu Hai, there was a sense of arrogance in his eyes.

Gu Hai ignored the monk at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty at all, but carefully went to get the volume Will Enter the Wine in Bing Ji's hand.

Be careful, it is shrouded by the artistic conception of Bodhi! A kind-hearted Wenxiu immediately shouted.

Sure enough, a part of the twenty gold characters of Bodhi suddenly burst into dazzling golden light and rushed straight to the ancient sea. As long as the strong calligraphers are shrouded in it, they will instantly fall into the artistic conception of Bodhi and cannot extricate themselves, just like Like Bing Ji, trapped in a book environment.

The monk at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty showed a sneer, as if he wanted to see Gu Hai make a fool of himself.

Outside the central square, Qingdi led a group of people, and also looked at the center of the central square coldly, to be precise, his gaze was fixed on Gu Hai. Seeing Gu Hai stepping into the center of the Bodhi book environment, he squinted his eyes.

Buzz!

But I saw that Gu Hai was walking forward in the book environment of Bodhi, as if he was not disturbed at all.

Uh? How come? Yuanchu monk showed a burst of consternation.

My own Bodhi is extremely aggressive. No matter how strong calligraphy is, it is impossible to walk through it so calmly. As long as there is an artistic conception of calligraphy, it will be affected. But Gu Hai looks like that, how does he feel? No?

Oh? The Qing Emperor in the distance also narrowed his eyes.

Dijun, Gu Hai doesn't have the artistic conception of calligraphy at all? Why isn't he influenced by Bodhi? Qi Sha asked in surprise.

How could there be no artistic conception of calligraphy? Didn't I hear that Jianjinjiu was written by Gu Hai? A person next to him was puzzled.

Yes! Seven kills showed a daze.

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In the small courtyard where the Buddha lives in the future, a group of monks have long regarded Gu Hai as an enemy, and they are also paying attention to Gu Hai. Seeing the scene in the center from a long distance, all the monks also showed consternation.

Buddha, why is there nothing wrong with the ancient sea? A monk asked blankly to 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 wide-eyed. After a while of discussion, how could Gu Hai have no influence at all?

Gu Hai naturally wouldn't tell others that he didn't have any artistic conception of calligraphy, so he wasn't affected. Instead, he looked at Bing Ji, who was frowning, with some distress. He gently wiped the dried blood from the corner of her mouth.

Even though she was indulging in the book Bodhi, Bing Ji still firmly grasped Will Enter the Wine.

Gu Hai slowly grabbed Will Enter the Wine, as if he wanted 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 be resisting, not allowing anyone to snatch the Jiangjiujiu.

Bing Ji, it's me, give me the wine! Gu Hai said softly.

Your Majesty, Your Majesty are you here? Your Majesty save me, Your Majesty save me! Bing Ji shouted in a daze, her whole body trembling.

His hand loosened, and Will Enter the Wine was pulled out by Gu Hai.

Bing Ji still didn't wake up, but her whole body was trembling: It's snowing a lot, Your Majesty, I'm cold, Your Majesty, I'm so cold!

Bing Ji shivered in a coma, and Gu Hai felt distressed when she saw it. Bing Ji has the body of a water tripod, and with such a body, she can feel cold, so what kind of severe cold should it be in the book environment of Bodhi.

Gu Hai looked up at the Bodhi floating high in the sky, his expression extremely gloomy.

Bing Ji, I'm here. You're stuck in the book Bodhi and can't get out. I'll teach you to get out. It's just a piece of Bodhi, but it's nothing! Gu Hai said softly.

Take the pen, ink, paper and inkstone! Gu Hai said in a deep voice.

Yes! A group of officials immediately fetched pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

Gu Hai grabbed the brush and put it in Bing Ji's hand.

Bing Ji, listen to me, use the artistic conception of calligraphy to crush Bodhi! Gu Hai said coldly.

I listen to the emperor, I listen to the emperor, emperor, I'm so cold! Bing Ji yelled in a dazed way in a shiver, her voice was sad, as if she was about to cry.

Break my Bodhi? Hahahahaha, let Bing Ji, who has fallen into the realm of Bodhi, write it? In her current state, even if she has a first essay written for her, the power is only Bai Yi in her heyday, Gu Hai You really can't control yourself! Monk Yuanchu sneered.

Mo Yike, read Bodhi! Gu Hai said in a deep voice.

There is a bodhi tree in my heart! Mo Yike said.

Write, there is no bodhi tree! Gu Hai said softly to the confused Bing Ji.

There is no bodhi tree! Bing Ji wrote word by word.

The characters are crooked and crooked, not in shape at all. There is only a little bit of integration into Bing Ji's artistic conception of calligraphy, but as soon as the five crooked characters are written, hundreds of millions of Buddha-nature golden lights bloom in an instant, and a wave of righteousness like a tsunami rolls suddenly. To the square in all directions.

Rumble!

ps: I finally didn't delay the update, I wrote this chapter in the barber shop!