Dao Fruit

Yang She's room was not difficult to find. As a lecturer, he mainly managed the library.

Squeak.

The door opened and Qiu Yan walked in without knocking.

Thump thump thump!

His footsteps had a certain charm to them.

In the room, Yang She was reading with his head down. When he heard the sound, he raised his head, showing a look of surprise.

"Qiu Yan?"

After seeing Qiu Yan's face, he spat out his name and frowned: "I should call you Bachelor Qiu now." There was neither respect nor malice in his words.

Then, after the initial surprise, the lecturer narrowed his eyes, stood up, and smiled: "I have seen..."

However, before he could say that, Qiu Yan directly interrupted: "Shi Yang, there is no need to say more. You may know the reason why Qiu came here this time, but you definitely don't understand the real meaning." Yes, I am actually here to save you from suffering."

"Save me? How do you say this?" Yang She still had a smile on his face, but his expression was quite majestic, and such a smile would inevitably give people a superficial smile.

Qiu Yan did not respond. Instead, he stepped into the room. The feeling of depression immediately gathered from all directions and was about to be imprinted on his body, but then he saw Qiu Yan's body trembling slightly.

Click!

There was a clear sound in the empty room, as if something was broken. In an instant, the depressive feeling in the room was gone!

As soon as the voice sounded, Yang She's smile immediately froze on his face, and then his expression darkened. There was a glint in his eyes as he stared at Qiu Yan, silently.

Qiu Yan didn't say anything, but just walked forward and came to some bookshelves at the edge of the room. With a quick glance, his perception enveloped him.

This time, it seemed that Yang She had been touched. He turned around, walked out from behind the table, walked to the bookshelf in two steps, stared at Qiu Yan, and said with a smile: "Bachelor, please make it clear. You came with good intentions. Although you are a Shangguan now, this library is not like other places. There are many unique books and cannot be damaged." As he spoke, he was holding a bamboo stick in his hand.

Qiu Yan glanced at him and said calmly: "The books here are all good books. Many of them are single copies. It's just the bookmarks in the books, but they are not good ones. Many of them are stained with blood."

The words have come to this point. Yang She also knew that there was no need to continue beating around the bush and asked directly: "Since the bachelor has come prepared, Yang can't say anything more. I just want to remind you..."

He narrowed his eyes. The majesty on his face faded, revealing a hint of ferocity: "Don't think that if you pull out the needle or stop it, nothing will happen. As long as you come into contact with the needle, your own luck will be contaminated!"

As he spoke, he pinched the bamboo stick in his hand fiercely: "Why should I let Na Di Ai shoot out the invisible needle in the palace? Is it really that urgent? No. It's just that I want you to rise to the top. , join it when your luck is like a rainbow, so that you can hardly notice it, and as your luck rises, you can go deeper into it! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Yan's luck was really rolling around him. His originally magnificent aura showed signs of collapsing and collapsing!

"Luck is an invisible thing, but it is not unfathomable. However, as soon as you left the palace this time, you came to the Hanlin Academy. You did not get the official uniform or official seal, so your luck did not rise much. It's just that you are now Officers of the Hanlin Academy, as long as they step into this place, their luck will naturally rise, which cannot be stopped. It is wrapped and tightened by the thread of cause and effect in the invisible needle. "

As he spoke, Yang She's expression became calmer. He shook suddenly, and the bamboo stick in his hand seemed to turn into a rein, and he was about to pull Qiu Yan over.

But Qiu Yan remained motionless, letting his luck fluctuate.

"Huh?" Yang She frowned slightly when he saw this, and then sneered, "It's useless to hold on. Although luck is not directly related to life, it can affect it indirectly. Even if you have great magical powers, you have to be defeated first in Xingjing. No matter how much I am suppressed, and how much I am suppressed by the literary thoughts in the Hanlin Library, no matter how lucky I am, I will not be able to change the world! Come on, come on, you might as well tell me your theory. That I may perfect my way!”

"Your way?" Qiu Yan turned his gaze and looked directly at Yang She, "Perhaps you think that you have condensed your literary heart and have a complete set of humanistic pursuits, living in the capital, laying out the world, and controlling the fate of the students in the world. In hand?"

"Oh? You know a lot, but I alone cannot control the energy and blood of the students in the world. The cause and effect would be too heavy." Yang She did not answer directly, but he already acquiesced in his words.

"If you ask with wisdom, you will be unwise; if you have deep knowledge, everyone can discern it." Qiu Yan said this sentence, "It seems that you have learned the teachings of the Dharma Saint well. If you ask about what you know, you will You can get unknown things, and if you understand certain things deeply, you can also identify many secrets. These bamboo sticks are what you know. With this, you can explore the changes in the world and know without going out. The affairs of the world control the destiny of all people."

"Huh? Listening to your words, you can tell that I am a member of the Legalist family." Yang She was a little surprised and immediately shook his head, "However, it is not easy for you to say these words. It shows that you are not a legal person." I still know a little bit about it.”

Qiu Yan did not follow what he said, but asked: "A few breaths ago, the light of hundreds of schools of thought came, and the academic battlefield changed, do you know?"

"Huh?" This question made Yang She confused.

Seeing this, Qiu Yan finally confirmed some of his guesses. On the other hand, he also followed the luck connection, went deep into the bamboo stick, and found some clues.

"Now that everything is clear, there is no need to delay..."

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Qiu Yan stepped forward, raised his hand, and grabbed Yang She!

"Still resisting?" Yang She seemed to have expected it. He flicked his fingers lightly, and the bamboo stick in his hand made a crisp sound, as if it had been bent or broken. Correspondingly, Qiu Yan's body was almost broken. All parts of his body suddenly exploded, his clothes exploded, and his flesh and blood were mixed!

This is actually Li Daitao's method!

Qiu Yan was not afraid, and just said: "Yang She, you won the third prize ten years ago, and then entered this Hanlin Academy. For ten years, you could not leave here. In the last four years, you have been occupying the imperial palace. Talking about the bachelor’s position, do you think these are all obtained by controlling luck?”

"Have you checked me?" Yang She's eyes changed, "What are you talking about now? How can you understand my plan and my deep meaning?" While speaking, he quickly backed away, but in his hand He kept flicking a bamboo stick and saw blood appearing on Qiu Yan's body, but his people didn't notice it and just came closer!

Not only that, Qiu Yan said in his mouth: "Master Yang, you know the legalist method of coercion, but do you know how to contradict it? You once studied Confucianism under the great Confucianism of Jiangling. Have you ever studied Legalism? Now that things are getting worse, it’s better to wake up!”

wake up! wake up! wake up!

As soon as Qiu Yan said these two words, his voice continued to grow louder and stronger. In the blink of an eye, it was echoing throughout the room, deafening!

Even the books on the bookshelf couldn't bear it and fell down one after another!

"Such a precious book, you actually..." Yang She exclaimed, and then his whole body was shaken violently, but two words penetrated his ears, and then those two words seemed to condense into a body and hit him hard. .

Boom!

The entire room and the entire library collapsed!

"wrong!"

With a loud shout, Yang She suddenly opened his eyes and gasped violently. Looking around, he was still sitting on the chair behind the table. The surrounding scene was the same as before, without any change, not to mention the books falling, even the room and the collection of books. The whole building collapsed.

"There are so many unique books in the library, how could I destroy them?" Qiu Yan's voice came from the front.

"Illusion? Illusion!" The next moment, Yang She's eyes focused on Qiu Yan in front of the door, "You used the sound of the door opening and footsteps to cast an illusion on me? Everything just now was an illusion? No wonder it made me wake up. Come."

Qiu Yan shook his head: "Maybe it's an illusion, but maybe it's a time-traveling technique, but letting you wake up doesn't mean you can escape from the category of illusion." As he spoke, a distorted scene slowly dissipated on his hand. , there was no blood on his body, and his clothes were intact.

"No matter what method it is, it is still able to display magical powers under the suppression of Long Qi, Xing Jing, and Hanlin Wensi. It is indeed not easy, so I can't hold anything back!" Before Yang She finished speaking, he took out the bamboo The lot was thrown into the inkstone on the table and stained with ink, "I will accept all your literary achievements with a smile!"

He smiled, his eyes filled with the joy of victory, but after a few breaths passed, there was no change in the room. Qiu Yan was still standing in front of the door, looking at him quietly.

"What's going on?" Yang She was shocked and looked surprised. He looked at Qiu Yan and then at the bamboo stick stained with ink, his face full of doubts, "The luck bookmark is stained with ink, so it should..."

Qiu Yan shook his head and said: "You are just an ordinary Confucian scholar. You have neither magical powers nor literary heart, nor Legalist methods and spirit. How can you control this after being cut off from the outside world by me?" A bamboo stick? Could it be that you haven’t woken up yet?”

"What did you say? You said I'm an ordinary Confucian scholar? I..." Yang She's face suddenly changed. His mind was racing with thoughts and memories. Numerous memory fragments spewed out. He couldn't help but scream in agony and fell down on his chair. superior.

"Having been forcibly instilled with thoughts and ideas, even the mind was distorted. I became a puppet and did things that were contrary to my original intention and inconsistent with the facts. And I did it for many years. How sad! And people who can carry out such vicious tricks , is really cruel! What do you think? "

While speaking, Qiu Yan suddenly turned around and looked outside the door.

There was a person standing by the door, with a smile on his face. If it wasn't Han Bian, the bachelor at the academy, who could it be? (To be continued...)

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