Xianwu Datang: Start with the rich woman

On the side, Yun Yanhui was suddenly surprised to find that Chen Yanjun did not give up, but was thinking about how to stimulate the five spiritual springs.

Although she felt it was impossible, as a teaching assistant, she still had the obligation to explain the situation.

"Generally speaking, the spiritual pressure of a ninth-rank cultivator is extremely limited, and the transmission distance does not exceed ten feet, and it gradually decays... Generally, the effective killing distance is only about three feet."

"As for the middle point, the distance from the five pillars is more than [-] feet. If you want to activate the five spiritual springs at the same time, regardless of the accuracy of the five elements and the strength of the spirit, you need at least six The cultivation base of the product!"

"The current record is the first feat of an adult to perfectly activate the five spiritual springs with a seventh-rank cultivation base."

"As for Assistant Professor He, he has maintained the five spirit springs of different heights for ten breaths with a sixth-grade cultivation base, which is the best that the Shu Dao Academy has done in the past ten years."

He Jianqun was very pleased with what he heard, and stood proudly with his sword in his hands.

Chen Yanjun nodded slightly.

He also knew that with his current strength, it would be impossible for him to stimulate the five spiritual springs at the same time if he didn't do some extra work. Even Assistant He's level would be impossible.

He didn't necessarily want to show his holiness in front of others, but he was really curious about this thief who had a similar experience to him and that Tibetan poem.

As long as he can activate the five spiritual springs, he may be able to read the complete magic seal, and then decipher the Tibetan poem.

In the lingering clear fog, Chen Yanjun stared at the five pillars from a distance, as if he saw five old locust trees.

Energize!

He suddenly thought that the essence of Huajin is a kind of delayed shock force. If the delay is long enough, it can stimulate the five spiritual springs in sequence.

Perhaps, at a certain moment, the feat of mobilizing five spiritual springs at the same time can be achieved, and five magic patterns can be glimpsed at the same time.

Thinking of this, Chen Yanjun suddenly became excited.

Raise your palm and slap it on the gold-type spiritual pillar, and at the same time pour highly compressed gold-type spiritual power into the pillar with your palm.

It's similar to the effect of slapping a palm on a locust tree.

At first, Lingzhu did not respond.

After a while, a spiritual spring composed of black gold and iron powder suddenly spewed out from the top of the column.

This time, the spirit spring seemed to last a little longer.

Assisting spirit control with physical skills?The onlookers looked blankly.

Chen Yanjun did not stop, and came to the wooden spirit pillar at the fastest speed.

Do the same thing, use Huajin to fuse wood-type spiritual power, and slap a palm...

After a while, the wooden spirit spring also sprayed out.

So, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chen Yanjun urged all five spirit pillars out of the spirit spring at the fastest speed.

At this time, the two spiritual springs of gold and wood have fallen.

When Chen Yanjun returned to the central position, the third activated water system spirit spring also slowly descended.

Chen Yanjun didn't care, stood in the middle, took a long breath, and slowly closed his eyes.

frown.

Raise your hand.

With the help of the remaining Huajin, separate the spirit from the air.

However, the five spiritual springs are like whack-a-mole, one pops up and one falls down, neglecting the other.

Everyone looked at it for a long time, but they still didn't see the five spiritual springs rising at the same time.

The two teaching assistants couldn't help sighing.

In the distance, on the backing boulder, the old doctor got up slowly, without looking at Chen Yanjun, he only said:

"It's a coincidence, there is a limit, and the practice of Yuling must be down-to-earth after all."

"Class break!"

With that said, he turned around and went down the mountain, striding away from Qingwuyuan.

Although they knew it was impossible, everyone still felt sorry.

However, at this moment!

Qingwuyuan was covered with dark clouds, and the wind was loud.

The five spiritual pillars suddenly trembled one by one, making a strange chorus.

Chen Gongxing looked up.

A high-pitched thunderous sound, and a low-pitched yelling sound, descended from the clouds.

Listen carefully, it sounds like a human voice:

"When autumn comes, September [-]th..."

Chen Gongxing's old eyes froze suddenly, and his joints trembled.

"This is!"

"When my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers will kill them."

Two unremarkable poems...but the sound form is so strange!

"what happened!"

With a flash of his body, Chen Gongxing returned to Qingwuyuan.

Only then did I realize that it was the five spiritual pillars that resonated in a strange rhythm.

He understood that it is not necessary to stimulate the spirit springs at the same time to see the Tibetan poems, but to feel the rhythm of the five spiritual pillars, just like playing a piano, the poems will appear!

Chen Yanjun raised his hands and closed his eyes to exercise power, and completely resonated with the five spiritual pillars, and a red mist rose above his head again.

[Ying Ling +1, 21/100 (first glimpse of the door)]

[Ying Ling +1, 22/100 (first glimpse of the door)]

[Spiritual Control +1...]

The sound of the pillars is rumbling, like floating clouds rushing to the waves.

"The fragrance of the sky penetrates Chang'an."

Only then did He Jianqun discern the lines of poetry from Zhu Ming.

"He's actually explaining poetry!"

Assistant Professor Yun saw that Chen Yanjun was reaching his limit.

"Chen Yanjun, stop quickly."

The Lingquan is high and low, and the five pillars are roaring together.

"—Golden armor is everywhere in the city!"

This sound is not a human voice, but a column sound made by the whistle of the column and the resonance of the air.

There is a lot of movement, but it can only be heard nearby, and it is mixed with the whistling wind, causing great interference.

On the Qingwu Plain, apart from Chen Yanjun, only Chen Jingxing heard the whole poem clearly.

Shocked and laughing again, Chen Gongxing raised his head and chanted:

"When autumn comes and September [-]th, I will be killed after my flowers bloom... The fragrance soaring to the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor... That devil thief wants to turn against him!"

Chen Yanjun slowly opened his eyes.

The fragments of the five magic lines actually constructed a complete illusion of magic energy. He forcibly suppressed the illusion of magic energy with the five-element mountain that changes in height, and only then did the pillars resonate, and only then did the whole picture of Tibetan poetry appear.

"It's actually Huang Chao..."

"The world line has changed, Huang Chao can not only be born, but also write exactly the same poems!"

He suddenly felt that the recovery of spiritual energy had become complicated.

"And, my experience is so similar to Huang Chao's..."

"It's over!"

he thought.

Only then did the girls around react, covering their ears and screaming in fright.

Guan Shiyan's face turned dark, she was too frightened to approach Chen Yanjun, and shouted three feet away:

"Chen Yanjun, what are you doing!"

Jiang Miao patted Chen Yanjun on the shoulder.

"Calm down, something serious has happened!"

At the same time, all the powerhouses in the Imperial College sensed the strange screams on the Qingwu Plain.

Some people are already rushing over...

suddenly!

The sound of the pillars stopped abruptly, and a translucent black magic circle instantly enveloped the whole mountain.

At the same time, a vast, endless spiritual pressure suddenly descended.

On Qingwuyuan, everyone was still.

Not only did the body become like a sculpture, but even the soul also became static.

Except Chen Yanjun.

He looked up, and it was like a huge black coffin covering Qingwuyuan.

He could no longer hear the sound of the pillars, and the ups and downs of the spiritual spring also turned into a neat trickle.

The demon energy and magic pattern drawn by him also completely dissipated, and there was nothing left that was suppressed by the vast spiritual pressure.

When I came back to my senses——

A tall, handsome middle-aged man with loose white hair appeared in front of him.

He didn't see his mouth, but made a hollow voice like ventriloquist:

"What's your name?"

Chen Yanjun recognized the identity of this person at a glance, knowing that he had caused trouble, he hurriedly bowed his hands:

"Chen Yanjun of the Danlin Academy, I have met the head master of the Shudao Academy."

The middle-aged man hangs his hands in the wide robe, and his whole body seems to be floating in mid-air.

"It's Danlin Academy again... I'm not the head of Danlin Academy, so you don't need to call me your lord."

Chen Yanjun nodded.

"Yes, my lord."

The long eyebrows of the middle-aged man's slender weeping willow moved slightly, his eyes were dim, and he glanced at the disciple of Danlin Academy in front of him, vaguely aware of some kind of ridicule.

"Presumably that thief, like you, is mocking the old man who plays the qin every day, but he doesn't know the qin, so he hides an anti-poem in the chaotic rhythm."

Saying this, he got a vague idea of ​​that person's true identity by contacting the traitors who had appeared among the people in recent years.

"We have always pursued the height of a single spirit and the balance of the five spirits all the way. Isn't it a kind of obsession with the control of spiritual power?"

"The true way of Taoism should not be limited to the form, but to follow one's inclinations, and one can obtain the Way."

"Although it is an anti-poem hidden by the magic pattern, it can be seen that the realm of the thief is higher than that of the old man."

Chen Yanjun understood that the first lord was a second-grade sorcerer, and the so-called realm was not the realm of cultivation, but the realm of controlling spirits.

"My lord is humble. This is the way of the devil. The thief deliberately used the magic power to overwhelm you and Master Jijiu in the five elements of urging spirits, leading you astray. It may not be possible to solve it in one year. The disciple is also endowed with the five elements." , and resonate with his mind at a certain point in the magical illusion, then the poem can be interpreted."

Chaos' eyes froze slightly, and Qing Hongzi felt that he was being ridiculed in person by the disciples of Danlin Academy again.

The five spiritual springs just now are of different heights, echoing like the aftertaste of the sound of a zither, seemingly chaotic, but all in one, as if resonating with the Dao.

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This is the mocking voice played jointly by two disciples of the Danlin Academy after decades.

"The tree is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it...Fortunately, Lord Jijiu is not in the Imperial College today. If the old man hadn't used formations to isolate outsiders and wash away the traces of this anti-poetry in everyone's souls, once it spreads, you know Is it your fate!"

Resonate with the rebels...Of course Chen Yanjun knew that he had inadvertently caused trouble.