Chapter 359: The Literary Heart and the Literary Palace (Part 1) [Requesting Double Monthly Tickets]
Everyone turned to look at the source of the commotion—
Lin Feng!
Chu Yao and the others had all had similar experiences, especially Chu Yao himself, who had experienced it twice and was very familiar with it.
This...this is clearly a sign that the elixir is about to be formed!
The spiritual energy in the elixir palace will transform from emptiness to reality, condensing into an elixir!
Although Commandant Yang's martial arts skills were deteriorated, he was once a highly skilled fighter, possessing a far greater sensitivity to the energy of heaven and earth than the average person. He had unusually come out to join in the fun today; who could resist the sight of a bountiful harvest?
He asked, "What happened?"
Bai Su watched intently from one side.
Bai Su said, "My literary talent is about to be realized."
"Wenxin is about to be completed?" Commandant Yang was taken aback. "Who?"
He came to his senses after asking the question.
She pursed her lips and remained silent.
But only he knew the turmoil churning within him—ever since he learned that Bai Su, as a woman, could cultivate martial courage, he had vaguely suspected something. However, he wasn't good at using his brain, and his personality had its flaws; some things he guessed, while others remained unclear. But one thing he was prepared for was that a female literary scholar would appear sooner or later.
Bai Su said, "It is your virtue."
Tu Rong, standing to one side, wore an expression of pure envy.
Alas, when will he be able to muster his martial courage?
Tu Rong whispered, "Junior Sister, will you succeed this time?"
He knew that Lin Feng had failed to condense the essence multiple times, and for a while he was particularly agitated and was severely criticized by his teacher. He wondered how upset Lin Feng would be if he failed again this time.
Bai Su didn't know either.
She was a warrior with the courage of a martial artist, not a scholar with the heart of a literary man.
but--
Judging from the relaxed expressions of the gentlemen, it must have gone very smoothly.
Bai Su waited patiently.
Actually, it didn't take long.
The process of gathering literary inspiration was very short, and there were no auspicious signs such as rosy clouds or auspicious clouds during it. Apart from those who were sensitive to the energy of heaven and earth, the common people at most felt that the breeze was a little comfortable.
"Huh?"
Shen Tang suddenly exclaimed "Eh!"
Their gazes shifted away from Lin Feng, who had suddenly broken through.
His gaze fell upon the surrounding sacrificial fields.
"What's wrong, my lord?" Gu Chili was the first person to notice Shen Tang's unusual behavior recently. He followed Shen Tang's gaze but didn't see anything unusual. "Is there something there?"
Shen Tang didn't blink.
"Light……"
"Light?"
Gu Chi was puzzled and looked up at the sky again.
"Didn't you see?" Shen Tang pointed to several acres of millet fields being harvested in the distance. "Little by little, faint lights, like fireflies, are rising from the ground..." This time, not only Gu Chi, but also Kang Shi and the others were drawn to the attention and looked at each other in bewilderment.
Those tiny specks of light gradually coalesced into a dazzling golden sea of stars, drawn together by some gravitational pull, swirling in one direction. At the center of the vortex was Lin Feng! Through her skin, it slowly seeped into her body, or rather—
Dan Mansion!
Shennong invented the plow and hoe to benefit the world; Yao appointed his four sons to respectfully instruct the people on the proper seasons; Shun appointed Houji to prioritize food in governance…
Who is speaking?
Lin Feng vaguely felt that the voice sounded familiar.
He quickly recalled that spring plowing sacrifices had occurred before.
[This junior, Lin Lingde, has no idea who this senior is...]
She felt as if she were walking on soft, leafy clouds, and an inexplicable urge compelled her to move closer to a certain direction.
At the same time, a gentle voice inside her told her—
Lingde, go ahead and feel free to do so!
After walking for an unknown amount of time, the blurry vision suddenly cleared up.
Heavenly music filled the air, and white cranes danced in harmony.
In the distance, a palace soars into the clouds.
The palace windows depicted different scenes: some people were tilling the land and planting seedlings, some were whipping oxen to plow, some were harvesting wheat, and some were smiling happily in the fields. Although the palace was quite far away, and each step was higher than three or four of her own, she could miraculously see them all, and she could see every detail clearly.
Beneath their feet, a stone bridge leads directly to the palace.
Lin Feng stepped onto it without even thinking.
The first step: all things begin to awaken.
The second step is to revitalize the plants.
The third step is to create a vast expanse of golden rice paddies.
Fourth, a heavy snowfall instantly covered her entire body.
Lin Feng walked faster and faster, without stopping for even a moment.
The fifth step: the land is scorched and barren for miles.
The sixth step: cannibalism.
The seventh step is war and disaster.
Step 8: Desolate city piled with white bones.
Countless emaciated, expressionless ghosts passed by her. Lin Feng finally stopped, gazing at the palace that seemed to grow ever more distant. She gritted her teeth, her pace quickening from a slow walk to a brisk walk, and then to a run…
【etc! 】
As she passed through a transparent barrier, she felt her body suddenly lighten, as if she had detached from this heavy and useless physical body. Her soul, like a gentle breeze, soared towards the palace.
In the blink of an eye, the palace that was far away was now right in front of us.
The palace doors were tightly shut, and the surroundings were completely silent.
Only the plaque remained, standing quietly in its original place.
Lin Feng endured the stinging pain in his eyes, squinting and barely managing to make out the words on it, which were clearly the character "农" (farm).
here……
Where is it now?
Before she could even get close, a strong gust of wind blew her into the air, startling her so much that she almost screamed.
She suddenly opened her eyes.
I was startled to realize that I was still in the same place.
All those palaces, dancing white cranes, stone bridges, latticed windows, illusions... vanished.
Before she could figure out what was going on, her husband pushed through the crowd and stepped forward: "How was it? Did you succeed?"
Lin Feng himself was still confused.
"What succeeded?"
Shen Tang was even more excited than when he himself gathered his literary heart.
"Of course it's Wenxin!"
Three huge question marks seemed to pop up in Lin Feng's little head: When did she condense her literary mind?
The moment this thought arose, an unprecedented feeling emanated from the Dantian and flowed throughout the body along the meridians.
She instinctively covered her dantian.
wrong--
What happened to Danfu...?
It seems like... something's been added?
Could it be that—
A bold idea that thrilled her quietly took root, and she stood there stunned for a long time before she came to her senses.
"I--"
Lin Feng was so happy that his mind went completely blank.
"My lord—" Lin Feng's hands were icy cold and trembling. She used all her strength to suppress the overwhelming joy that made her tremble and speechless, completely abandoning her usual maturity and composure. "It's...it's finally done! It's finally a success!"
"I finally did it!"
"My lord, did you see that?"
Seeing the incoherent girl, Shen Tang chuckled and said, "I saw it, I saw you succeeded! Take a deep breath, calm down, Wenxin won't run away..."
"I...I...Waaah..." Lin Feng, who had just been overjoyed, suddenly felt a surge of sorrow in his chest, and crystal tears streamed down his face. "Waaah...I, I didn't want to cry, but, but...my lord, I..."
Shen Tang gently comforted him.
"I know, I know everything, wipe your little face."
Lin Feng hastily wiped away her tears with Shen Tang's handkerchief, vaguely feeling that her husband's voice was really familiar... But then she thought, she heard this voice every day, how could she not be familiar with it?
I was too emotional and didn't think much about it.
What everyone was most curious about was Lin Feng's literary monogram, which was the most direct way to judge the grade of literary talent.
Qi Shan quietly asked Chu Yao.
"What grade does Wu Hui think it is?"
Chu Yao did not feign humility or exaggeration because Lin Feng was his student: "Your talent is exceptional. You already possessed the ways of a scholar before you could even condense your literary heart. Your rank is at least third grade..."
Kang Shi: "Third rank or lower?"
Qi Shan clicked his tongue and teased, "With your jinxed mouth, there's a 70% chance it'll be a mid-level second rank..."
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I'm angry and helpless.
That strange gust of wind tossed out another silver coin, making it three now.
You say no one reads the book, and it's poorly written, so why do you spend three silver coins every month at the end of the month to buy monthly tickets and tips?
Photos leaked?
Is this image disgusting?
P.S.: I won't give up until the very last moment, I'll keep asking for monthly votes!
(End of this chapter)
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