Taoist Temple of Time and Space

Chapter 111

In addition, Taoism, Confucianism, Mohism, Legalism, and military school, there are dozens of small schools that have been branched out. Although the leaders of these schools are hiding very well, they are still found by the all-pervasive paper man. They were all captured by Hu Erniang and locked up in the palace.

In a flash, a few more days passed.

On the eve of the opening of Qianshoucao Huandan, Hu Erniang went out for the last time and brought back a strange person from Sanghai, the novelist Ying Yang.

According to Ban Gu's "Hanshu."Yiwenzhi", the stream of novelists is based on barnyard officials; the gossip in the streets is created by hearsayers.In the vernacular, the novelist comes from the barnyard official.What he did was mainly to record the folk gossip and alleys, and report it to his superiors.

In an ordinary hall, the candles were brightly lit, and a breeze would blow in from time to time, making the candles flicker.Standing on the jade steps, Chu Feng sized up the yellow and emaciated novelist—Ying Yang for a long time, and asked calmly, "What is the name of Ying Yang?"

Standing in the main hall, the trembling Yingyang heard the question and cupped his hands in response: "Hui Xianchang, there is a saying in "Poetry Daya Daming", Master Wei Shangfu, Shi Wei Yingyang. My name, That's how it came about."

Chu Feng, who didn't know much about the Book of Songs, understood this sentence because of his fluent human language. The army led by Shangfu was brave and good at fighting, as mighty and heroic as an eagle spreading its wings. (Shangfu refers to Jiang Ziya, and it is King Wu of Zhou who said this.)
"You novelists, how many people are there? Who is the head?"

When the question got to the point, Chu Feng's expression became serious.

Ying Yang shook his head, a look of nostalgia appeared on his face with the traces of time.

"My ancestors were all officials for six generations, and they were called novelists by the world. When it came to my generation, they gave up literature and turned to martial arts. I served as a captain in Qi for several years. Later, Qi was destroyed, and I returned to my hometown to work on farming. To make a living. The immortal asked me who is the head of the novelist, and to be honest, I don’t know either.”

After listening to Ying Yang's words, Chu Feng was speechless for a while, the novelist's sense of existence is too weak, there is no need to arrest him at all.But since we got them here, it's better to settle them down.

"In this way, Pindao will write you a letter of recommendation, and you can go to Emperor Qin to ask for an official position."

As Chu Feng spoke, he took out a pen and paper from the bottle of wish power, wrote a few lines in a flash, attached the spiritual energy, and passed it to Ying Yang.

"When you get near Xianyang Palace, this letter of recommendation will automatically fly into the palace, go."

"Thank you sir"

Ying Yang cupped his hands and left with a grateful face.

What Chu Feng didn't expect was that a few days later, because of his recommendation, Ying Yang became the Zuo Zhonglang general in charge of the palace guards and one of the three Zhonglang generals.

The next day, in the early morning, the sky was as blue as washing, and the Efang Palace was quiet and silent. Occasionally, a few variegated birds landed by the stream between the pavilions and pavilions to look for food.

Chu Feng, who was wearing a brand-new Taoist robe, passed through the squares and came to the palace where the small Bagua furnace was placed, and the scent wafted in the air.Every breath will give people a feeling of lifting the sky.

"Open the furnace"

Chu Feng yelled calmly. After an unpleasant rubbing sound, the lid of the small gossip furnace slowly rose, and vigorous purple air burst out. During this period, it constantly changed its shape, looking like a tiger or a snake. , like a tortoise, lingering and entangled.Gradually, the vision around the stove was blurred.

Just as Chu Feng was about to step forward, suddenly, three colorful spiritual birds flew out of the purple air, filled with a strange sense of beauty. This was the first time Chu Feng had seen such a beautiful bird, and he couldn't help staring at it.Not long after, the three spirit birds flapped their wings and flew outward.

"No, this is not a vision, the vision has passed, this is a elixir"

Chu Feng hurriedly chased him out. Unlike before, this time the elixir was extremely difficult to grasp. He missed twice from the gate of the palace, went to the back of the Afang Palace, accidentally smashed into the stone statue, and then went to the bank of the Wei River, stirring up thousands of waves. It took Chu Feng a lot of effort to chase back the three golden Qianshoucao Huandan.

Back in the palace, Chu Feng thought of a question, who to test the medicine, Qianshoucao Huandan was made for the first time by himself, the quality could not be guaranteed, maybe the medicine for longevity could become a life-threatening medicine.After thinking for a long time, Xiaomeng, Xifu, Hu Erniang, and Tianming were all eliminated by Chu Feng one by one.

"It seems that I'm looking for that sow again. It seems that I haven't seen it for a while."

Chu Feng's figure blurred for a while, and soon came to the midair, stepped on the auspicious clouds, and suddenly crossed the Weishui River with white waves, east of Xianyang City, flashed across the floating fairy mountain, and returned to the immortality of modern time and space through the time and space channel. Peaks, passing by old Taoist temples, rock walls covered with vines on waterfalls, and steep and vast mountains.Chu Feng plunged into the deep canyon.

The ever-rising dense mountain air is like a pair of magical light gauze curtains, delicate and graceful.Chu Feng, who was eager to find the wild sow, didn't have the slightest intention to appreciate it, but he turned around and found no trace of the wild sow.

Did he run out of the snow mountain? Chu Feng felt a little uneasy in his heart.

He searched for more than a dozen valleys and canyons, but still found nothing. The uneasiness in Chu Feng's heart turned into worry. If the wild sow undergoes unknown changes and escapes from the Snow Mountain, it will be similar to a mud cow entering the sea.

"No, look again"

Chu Feng returned to the deep and winding canyon, searched from the beginning to the end, but still found nothing.

Standing on the waterfall in the back mountain, watching the fierce waves hit the rocks in a cycle.Chu Feng frowned slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, Chu Feng's heart moved, and he forgot something.Taoist temples, the foundations of the past, are the places that are most likely to be dark under the lights.

Not long after, Chu Feng came to the Taoist temple where he had not lived for a long time. Since the spiritual field had been removed, the Taoist temple was no different from before.The dust and leaves on the ground showed that no one had lived there for a long time.

Pushing open doors one after another, entering courtyards one after another, there is no trace of wild sows at all.

Chu Feng, who was about to fly up to check, suddenly heard a humming sound.

"In the old yard"

Chu Feng's figure flashed, and he appeared in the former courtyard. He happened to see the wild sow on the former spiritual field, arching to the ground, and the surrounding soil had turned up more than two feet thick.The garden looks like a mess
"Beasts"

When Chu Feng raised his hand, a wave of spiritual energy sent the wild sow flying three feet away and damaged many things.

The rough-skinned wild sow rolled over, and when she saw Chu Feng, she was so frightened that her whole body trembled.

"Evil animal, test the medicine"

Chu Feng took out a thousand-year-old elixir from the wishing power bottle, which could prolong life for thousands of years, and threw it on the flat ground.

Perhaps thinking of the previous scene, the fear in the wild sow's eyes grew stronger, and she trembled and kept moving back.

　The third watch, at 51:[-] a.m., ask for a ticket.

　　If you don't save the manuscript, it's a real pit, and if you have a card, you have to cultivate immortality.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)