As the sun set in the west, Hong Yi lay quietly on his bed, letting his thoughts run wild.
His soul was damaged and his eyes were lifeless. The thoughts in his mind were chaotic and distracting. In such a state, even if a book was placed in front of him, he would not be able to understand it, let alone the Imperial Examination and cultivation.
Feeling vexed, Hong Yi got up and sat beside his desk.
The desk, which was originally filled with brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, was now filled with several bottles of wine. During this period of time, Hong Yi had also been drinking heavily.
However, at this moment, a stream of light suddenly descended from the sky and landed directly between Hong Yi's eyebrows. In an instant, Hong Yi's dazed eyes became extremely dazzling.
His Divine Soul, which was injured by Hong Xuanji's Qi and blood, quickly recovered in an instant.
"Hmm!?" At this moment, Hong Yi suddenly seemed to have flipped a switch. His mind was filled with ideas as inspiration surged forth.
All kinds of wonderful ideas almost merged into his heart in an instant. His views and understanding of various things in the past seemed to have emerged at this moment.
Subconsciously, he directly wrote a poem on a piece of white paper — —
"Who thought of the cold west wind, the lonely yellow leaves closed the window, meditating on the past, standing under the setting sun. Drunk and drunk, sleeping soundly, gambling with books, splashing the fragrance of tea. At that time, I only thought it was normal. "
The tone was sorrowful and vivid on the paper. Suddenly, every word was bright and there seemed to be a kind of sorrowful mood vaguely.
The light illuminated Hong Yi's face, and his eyes suddenly became much deeper. He slowly picked up the poem he had written before and carefully savored and pondered over it.
Now, just looking at this piece of paper, he felt a kind of sorrow and a kind of unwillingness. This was the most realistic portrayal of the period when he was bedridden at home. This poem described his experience and mental journey in the past half a year.
"What's going on, why did my thoughts suddenly flow like a spring? Even I couldn't write such a poem in the past! And these words … "Hong Yi carefully looked at the piece of white paper and the poem on it.
Not to mention the artistic conception of this poem, even the words were far beyond what he could write at his peak. Even when he was at his peak, he couldn't write words that contained such spirit.
"According to the ancient legends, a single word from a Saint was enough to scare away ghosts and deities. Could it be that I've been so weak recently that I've gained countless inspirations and ideas? It even allowed my soul to recover? "Hong Yi immediately attributed everything to the depravity he had experienced during this period of time.
"When the adversity has reached its peak, luck has begun to appear!" Hong Yi silently pondered over his experiences during this period of time, as well as the countless inspirations and thoughts that surfaced in his mind.
This kind of feeling made him feel like he had to spit it out.
Thus, he directly picked up the brush beside him, ground the ink again, and laid out the white paper. Finally, he gathered everything into a sentence, "No: No is a bandit, unfaithful to a gentleman. Big and small … "
The moment he wrote down these words, Hong Yi felt as if he had completely fused with the spirits of the ancient scholars, grasping their true spirit, their true aura! Truly great!
The more he wrote, the more Hong Yi felt as if he had comprehended the most fundamental principles of the world. His confidence grew, and his thoughts flowed like spring water, flowing endlessly. The words under his pen flew.
"Tai: Small and large, Ji Heng." After he finished writing 'No', he turned the tip of his brush and quickly turned it into the next hexagram.
Every word seemed to draw upon the support of divine power from the unseen world. Every word seemed to be a baptism of his soul, a supreme baptism that came from the Hundred Saints of the Philosophers.
At this moment, Hong Yi's mind seemed to be burning with a flame of wisdom.
Soul as the furnace, wisdom as the worker, reasoning as the charcoal, and thoughts as the copper.
All the books that Hong Yi had read since he was young, the principles that he had comprehended, and even the fickleness of human nature that he had seen since he was young all merged together. All sorts of principles constantly rubbed against each other, blending together, and finally seemed to completely transform into his own accumulation, foundation, and principles.
And at this moment, every word suddenly burst forth, releasing a bright light.
Hong Yi instantly felt as if his soul had jumped out, his entire body releasing a golden light, as if a blazing sun had suddenly exploded. In that instant, his soul left his body, and his entire soul directly reached an unimaginable height.
Opening his eyes, the remnant light of the setting sun shone in from the outside world, and Hong Yi's soul left a faint shadow on the ground.
"The sun hasn't set yet, but my soul actually broke out of my body on the eve of sunset, and actually directly jumped from the Night Roaming Realm to the Day Roaming Realm?" Hong Yi was somewhat flabbergasted. His speed of improvement was simply too fast.
"So reading books is the strongest way to cultivate the soul. Otherwise, a bandit is unfaithful to a gentleman. Big and small … Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!! " The more Hong Yi read the words that he had written, the more carefree he felt, and the more carefree his thoughts became.
His soul floated in the void, and as he looked at the words on the white paper, he felt that his thoughts were clear; it was as if these few words were the truth that he had been pursuing in his heart.
At this moment, he felt that his soul's thoughts were still continuously growing, and under the afterglow of the setting sun, the shadow of his soul became clearer and clearer.
Previously, it was just a faint shadow, but now, it seemed to have a real form.
His Day Roaming Realm continued to grow at this moment, and there were even faint signs of entering the Manifestation Realm.
"Good! Good! Good! "Hong Yi's soul returned to his body, and the more he looked at it, the happier he became.
"Whether it's peaceful or not … My encounter this time can be said to be, 'When things reach an extreme, they will move in the opposite direction, and when things reach an extreme, there will be joy!'" Hong Yi sighed leisurely.
The heroic spirits of the philosophers turned into rays of light and merged into his soul, causing Hong Yi's entire body to undergo a rebirth.
And at this moment, in the master bedroom of the Wuwen Marquis' estate.
Hong Xuanji was sitting there quietly, circulating his blood Qi.
Ever since he shattered his inner demon some time ago, he had officially become a Human Immortal, and his cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds.
"Hmm?!" However, the moment the Philosophers descended on Hong Yi, Hong Xuanji suddenly opened his eyes.
Others might not have noticed the arrival of the Philosophers, but Hong Xuanji, who was already a Human Immortal, was so close, so how could he not have noticed it at all?
"What's going on? It's that unfilial son's place! " Hong Xuanji's eyes revealed a trace of horror. He instinctively opened the door and rushed over to Hong Yi.
He had already sensed that something was wrong. If he did not act quickly, he was afraid that something uncontrollable would happen.
However, just as Hong Xuanji approached Hong Yi's side —
"Hum!"
A wave of awe-inspiring Qi that carried the will of the Philosophers suddenly descended and directly rushed toward him.
The spirit of the Philosophers, the concept of the Philosophers, and the principles of the Philosophers seemed to have turned into an all-pervasive wind and water, quickly invading Hong Xuanji's body.
"Pfft!"
In an instant, Hong Xuanji's face flushed red, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. This mouthful of blood actually had a fragrant smell, and there were even specks of purplish-gold in the blood.
"How is this possible? How is this possible? Am I wrong? How can I be wrong? Philosophers of the Middle Ages, do you think I'm wrong? Why? " A trace of confusion appeared in Hong Xuanji's eyes. His originally high aura was instantly beaten back to its original state, and even his small sun-like blood Qi fluctuation of the Human Immortal weakened a lot at this moment.
The inner demon that he had overcome previously also erupted at this moment.
Hong Xuanji had just overcome his inner demon, and his state was not even stable. Now that he was affected by the power of the Philosophers' Heroic Spirits, it immediately erupted again, and he fell into a state of confusion.
The current Hong Xuanji was not the same person who did not hesitate to give up his life for his own Dao in the later stages of the original work.
All Hong Xuanji wanted now was to write books and be known as the Philosophers. However, now that his Dao was rejected by the Philosophers, he naturally fell into a new round of inner demons.
Hong Xuanji's Dao was a twisted saying that a ruler should have the responsibility of a ruler, and a subject should have the responsibility of a subject. In essence, it meant that a ruler should have the responsibility of a ruler, and a subject should have the responsibility of a subject.
However, Hong Xuanji twisted this saying and turned it into an absolute relationship of absolute authority and superior.
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