Heavenly Yin City, Central Square!
Most of the scholars from all over the world gathered here. Here, scholars from all over the world clashed, and scholars from all over the world interacted. Scholars were sparring and clashing all the time. Although this was a temporary gathering, it was like a holy land for scholars. None of the scholars were willing to leave for even a moment, as they needed to absorb more literary energy.
Mo Yike's group was surrounded by thousands of scholars. Gu Hai's group couldn't even squeeze through when they got close.
"Move aside, move aside! We are the representatives of the Dahan, move aside! "A group of officials opened a path in front.
"Representatives of the Dahan?" The scholars who squeezed in front were slightly stunned, but they immediately moved aside.
This was because the scholars gathered here all understood that the clash of scholars here was a small dynasty that didn't know its limits. The Han Dynasty was "challenging" the Great Yellow Dynasty.
This was a challenge that overestimated itself. However, even after persisting for a long time, the victor was still not decided. As the literary cultivators watched the literary competition, they gradually stopped underestimating the Han Royal Dynasty, turning incredibly solemn. At the very least, the Go game before them made many people sigh.
Han Dynasty? Another representative is here?
As the crowd moved aside, Gu Hai's group finally entered.
Once they entered, Gu Hai immediately saw the scene inside.
A scroll was floating in the air at the center of the square. The "Bodhi" was written on the scroll. Every word of "Bodhi" shone with golden light, and the surrounding Righteous Qi spun like a storm, forming a tornado. The tornado rushed to the Righteous Qi Sea in the sky, and suppressed Binghime, who was enveloped in golden light.
Binghime still had dried blood at the corner of her mouth. She sat cross-legged and hugged a scroll. Although it was wrinkled, the words of "Bringing in the Wine" could be seen. Binghime seemed to be unconscious. She sat cross-legged and didn't move, but she still hugged the "Bringing in the Wine" tightly.
"This is Binghime? Trapped in the Book Realm and can't come out? "Gouchen frowned.
"Heh, you've gone too far!" Gu Hai's eyes flashed with a fierce light.
Even though Binghime had given him a bowl of medicinal soup that had been tampered with, Binghime was still his woman. At this moment, Gu Hai's heart sank to the bottom when he saw his woman being suppressed in the Book Realm.
Binghime was suppressed under Bodhi. Not far away, there was a chessboard. Mo Yike was currently playing chess with a white-haired old man in white robes.
There were many Go cultivators in the surroundings. They imitated the two's chessboard and arranged the Go diagrams, starting to deduce according to them.
However, there were several chessboards that were stained with blood.
"Pu!"
A chess cultivator suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood onto a deduction chessboard.
"South Island Go Master, how are you feeling? You also vomited blood? "The group of chess cultivators immediately helped the person who had vomited blood up.
"How is this possible? What kind of Go skill is this? I only took a piece of the Go area, and … and …! "the South Island Go Master said in shock.
"Don't look. Be careful. This Go game is very strange. Don't look!" the South Island Go Master immediately shouted to the others.
"Once the Go state enters it, it's like seeing a whirlpool. I can't extricate myself from it. I feel like I'm seeing an army charging at me!"
"Me too. It's so uncomfortable. However, this Go game is so exciting and powerful. I can't bear to look away!"
"Pu!"
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Most of the chess cultivators who were more immersed in the game blushed. They could not extricate themselves from the profound Go game the moment they entered it. However, it was far beyond their Go skills. They were mentally and physically exhausted, vomiting blood.
Mo Yike and the white-haired old man placed their Go pieces unhurriedly. Both of them were extremely cautious as they played back and forth.
Not far behind the white-haired old man was a chair. An extremely handsome white-robed monk was sitting on it. The monk was drinking tea, and a group of subordinates stood beside him.
"Your Majesty, the white-haired old man playing Go with Mr. Mo is Wu Yazi. The one drinking tea is Monk Yuanchu. The others are all attendants of the Great Yellow Dynasty. There was a group of people from the Great Yellow Dynasty, but they have all left! "an official explained to Gu Hai.
"Monk Yuanchu? Heh! "Gu Hai sneered.
A group of other Han Dynasty officials stood behind Mo Yike.
Gu Hai and his group squeezed through the crowd and walked to the front. They immediately noticed them.
"Your Majesty!" All the officials were delighted.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!" A group of Dahan officials immediately bowed in excitement.
When the Dahan official bowed, the surrounding literary cultivators were shocked.
"The emperor of the Han Dynasty?"
"He's the emperor of the Dahan?"
"Mr. Mo is so good at Go, but he's willing to stay in the dynasty as a subject? So he's willing to submit to him? "
"I don't see anything special about him!"
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The scholars looked at Gu Hai curiously. Most of them didn't know Gu Hai, but there were a few who knew Gu Hai, especially the scholars from the capital. When they saw Gu Hai, they were overjoyed.
"Mr. Goode, Mr. Goode is here! Hahaha, Monk Yuanchu is in trouble! "
"Master Yuanchu is in trouble? Could it be that the emperor of the Dahan knows Literary Dao? "
"Of course. That 'Bringing in the Wine' was written by Mr. Gu in a flash. When the 'Bringing in the Wine' was written, his strokes shocked the wind and rain, and his poems made ghosts and gods weep. You didn't see it!
"Also, Mr. Goode's Go skills are very good. It seems that even Mr. Mo's Go skills are not as good as Mr. Goode's!"
"That's impossible. How can his Go skills be better than Mr. Mo's?"
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As the people who knew Gu Hai spoke, the scholars around them became restless. After all, Mo Yike's skill level was already very rare in the world. But Mr. Goode was better than him? Was that possible?
Also, was the 'Bringing in the Wine' really written by him?
The scholars around them were in an uproar.
Monk Yuanchu's curiosity was piqued. He put down his teacup and looked at Gu Hai in confusion.
Mr. Mo's hand froze as he turned to look at Monk Yuanchu.
"Mr. Mo, since you're playing Go, you have to focus!" Wu Yazi reminded him kindly.
"Your Majesty, you're finally here!" Mo Yike's face lit up with joy.
Wu Yazi was slightly stunned when he saw Mo Yike's expression. He looked at him in confusion.
Gu Hai nodded and walked over with a gloomy expression. "Mr. Mo, you've worked hard!"
"I didn't do anything. It's just that I couldn't do anything about Binghime!" Mo Yike smiled bitterly.
"Oh? The emperor of the Dahan? You are the Gu Hai that Bing Ji said could defeat me as soon as he arrived? "Monk Yuanchu said with a cold smile not far away.
Wu Yazi looked at Gu Hai curiously, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he looked at Mo Yike and said, "Mr. Mo, it's your turn!"
Mo Yike shook his head. "Please wait for a moment, Mr. Wu Yazi!"
Mo Yike followed behind Gu Hai.
Gu Hai slowly walked over to Binghime. He looked at the blood on the corner of Binghime's mouth. Gu Hai's expression darkened.
Monk Yuanchu stood up and walked over to Binghime and Gu Hai.
The scholars around them looked at Gu Hai in surprise. Although some people admired Gu Hai, they hadn't seen Gu Hai's skills. How could they believe that he was strong?
"Amitayus Buddha, is Binghime a subject of your Dahan?" Monk Yuanchu asked coldly.
He looked at Gu Hai with arrogance in his eyes.
Gu Hai ignored Monk Yuanchu. Instead, he carefully reached for the Bringing in the Wine scroll in Binghime's hand.
"Be careful, it's enveloped by the concept of Bodhi!" a kind scholar shouted.
As expected, a portion of the twenty golden words of Bodhi bloomed with a dazzling golden light and rushed toward Gu Hai. If an expert in the Dao of Calligraphy was enveloped by it, they would instantly fall into the concept of Bodhi and be unable to extricate themselves. Just like Binghime, they would be trapped in the Dao of Calligraphy.
Monk Yuanchu sneered, as if he wanted to see Gu Hai make a fool of himself.
Outside the central square, Qing Emperor led a group of people and looked coldly at the center of the square. To be precise, he was staring at Gu Hai. When he saw Gu Hai step into the center of Bodhi, he narrowed his eyes.
"Buzz!"
However, he saw that Gu Hai was walking forward in the Bodhi realm, as if he wasn't affected at all.
"Huh? How is that possible? "Monk Yuanchu was shocked.
His "Bodhi" was extremely offensive. No matter how strong a calligraphy expert was, it was impossible for him to walk past it so calmly. As long as one had the artistic conception of calligraphy, they would be affected. However, why didn't Gu Hai feel anything?
"Oh?" The Cyan Thearch narrowed his eyes.
"Emperor, that Gu Hai doesn't have the concept of Calligraphy at all? Why isn't he affected by Bodhi? "Seven Kills asked in surprise.
"How is it possible that he doesn't have the concept of Calligraphy? Didn't you hear that the Bringing in the Wine was written by Gu Hai? "Someone at the side asked in confusion.
"Okay!" Seven Kills was confused.
In the courtyard where the Future Buddha was, a group of monks had long regarded Gu Hai as an enemy. They were also paying attention to Gu Hai. Seeing the scene in the center of the square from far away, the monks were also shocked.
"Ancestral Buddha, why is Gu Hai fine?" A monk asked in a daze at the side of the hall.
The hall was silent for a while, then the Future Buddha said, "Strange!"
In the central square, countless literary cultivators also widened their eyes. There were discussions. How could Gu Hai not be affected at all?
Gu Hai naturally wouldn't tell others that he didn't have the concept of Calligraphy, so he wasn't affected. Instead, he looked at Binghime, who was frowning, with some heartache. He gently wiped the dried blood from the corner of her mouth.
Even though she was immersed in the Bodhi realm, Binghime still held on tightly to the Bringing in the Wine.
Gu Hai slowly grabbed the Bringing in the Wine, as if he was going to take it out.
"No, this is the Emperor's Bringing in the Wine. You don't deserve it, you don't deserve it!" In a daze, Binghime seemed to be resisting, not allowing anyone to take the Bringing in the Wine.
"Binghime, it's me, give me the Bringing in the Wine!" Gu Hai said gently.
"Emperor, Emperor, you're here? Your Majesty, save me, Your Majesty, save me! "Bing Ji shouted in a hazy state. Her whole body was trembling.
Gu Hai loosened his hand, and the Bringing in the Wine was pulled out by him.
Binghime still didn't wake up, but her whole body was trembling. "It's snowing so heavily, Emperor, I'm cold, Emperor, I'm so cold!"
Binghime shivered in a daze, which made Gu Hai's heart ache. Binghime had the body of a water cauldron. Even such a body felt cold, how cold would it be in the Bodhi book realm?
Gu Hai looked up at the Bodhi book floating in the air, his face extremely gloomy.
"Binghime, I'm here. You're trapped in the Bodhi book realm and can't get out. I'll teach you. It's just a Bodhi book, nothing special!" Gu Hai said gently.
"Get me the ink, paper, and inkstone!" Gu Hai said in a deep voice.
"Yes!" A group of officials immediately fetched the ink, paper, and inkstone.
Gu Hai grabbed the ink brush and put it in Binghime's hand.
"Binghime, listen to me, use the artistic conception of the book realm to break the Bodhi book!" Gu Hai said coldly.
"I'll listen to Emperor, I'll listen to Emperor, Your Majesty, I'm so cold!" Binghime said in a daze while shivering. Her voice was sad, as if she was about to cry.
"Break my Bodhi book? Hahahahaha, you're asking Binghime, who's trapped in the Bodhi book realm, to write it? In her current state, even if you write the first chapter for her, its power will only be one-hundredth of her peak state. Gu Hai, you're really overestimating yourself! "Monk Yuanchu sneered.
"Mo Yike, recite the Bodhi book!" Gu Hai said in a deep voice.
"The Bodhi tree in the heart!" Mo Yike recited.
"Write, there is no Bodhi tree!" Gu Hai said gently to Binghime, who was in a daze.
"There is no Bodhi tree!" Binghime wrote word by word.
Her words were crooked and did not form a word at all. Only a little of Binghime's artistic conception of the book realm had been infused into it. However, as soon as these five crooked words were written, millions of golden Buddhist lights bloomed in an instant. A wave of awe-inspiring righteousness surged in all directions in the square.
Rumble!
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