He immediately sat down cross-legged and placed the jade slip between his eyebrows. The next moment, he saw a Confucian scholar with gray hair appear in his mind. The image of this scholar was exactly the same as the portrait of Meng Sheng.
Then, he began to talk about the ways of benevolence and forgiveness.
Under the guidance of the saint, Ying Wuji felt that the hostility in his heart seemed to have decreased a lot.
Soon, the teaching was over.
He felt that he had only vaguely understood something.
But at this moment, the Confucian spirit that he had generated when he copied "cultivate oneself, regulate the family, govern the country, and bring peace to the world" rushed into his mind from his chest.
It's like clearing away the fog, dispelling all doubts.
A quarter of an hour later.
The luck is gone.
And this "Way of Benevolence and Forgiveness" was also completely integrated into Ying Wuji's own use.
Ying Wuji: “…”
It turns out that there is such a saying about the fortune of each family.
But it seems a bit too extravagant. The luck condensed from copying articles is more than the two Confucian lucks he won combined. If it was put outside, it could allow two people to try to impact the twelfth level of luck. Up to now, he has only learned one earth-level spell.
Although Earth-level spells are also very valuable, they are still far inferior to raising the spiritual fetus by one level.
He looked up and saw that it was getting dark.
For a moment, I actually felt a sense of emptiness.
Originally, I was quite excited about breaking through the twelfth level of the third layer, and I put all my efforts into entering the Bandits' Tomb to have some fun. After all, the royal family would send people to protect me, so even if it was dangerous, it wouldn't be that dangerous.
As a result, my father-in-law simply gave himself a vacation.
I don't know what to do this time. I feel so empty.
At this moment, Hua Chao's voice was heard outside the door.
"Wuji, are you asleep?"
Her voice was so soft that if Ying Wuji had not been alert, it would have been almost inaudible.
He sat up: "Not yet, what's wrong?"
Hua Chao heaved a sigh of relief when he heard his energetic voice, and said in a normal voice: "Many people came to the bookstore, saying that they wanted to attend your celebration party, and they said they would not stop until Shangmo Bookstore was bankrupt."
"oh?"
The corners of Ying Wuji's mouth rose slightly. This time, he had taken all the benefits, which was bound to make people jealous.
But if you are so jealous that your teeth are itching, you will definitely not come to the celebration banquet.
He asked, “Who are they?”
Hua Chao smiled and said, "The princess and Xiang Ding from Chu, Wu Baihu from Feiyuwei, Jiang Yuefu from Zhou Wangji, Zhao Ling from Zhao family, Zhai Yun and Wu Dan are here too, as well as Gongsun Di from your country..."
“It’s quite a complete group!”
Ying Wuji sat up and said, "Let our cook work overtime. The overtime pay is thirty taels of silver. I'll pay it!"
"Um!"
Hua Chao chuckled and went to prepare.
Ying Wuji changed into clean clothes and walked out of the room with a smile on his face.
The yard was already full of people. As soon as they saw Ying Wuji, they started to make a fuss and insisted that he take out his vast fortune to cheer everyone up.
Ying Wuji sat over with a smile: "Anyway, I'll give you enough to eat today, just eat as much as you can. If you can eat me down, that's your ability. If you can't, just blame yourself for being useless, you can't blame anyone else."
Anyway, he thought that although the chefs here were good at cooking, the best they could do was to the standards of a high-end restaurant.
How much money can you eat?
Zhao Ning couldn't help but sneered: "Brother Ying, are you serious?"
Ying Wuji: “…”
Looking at her smile, there seems to be something wrong.
But now that the words have come to this, he can only suppress the uneasiness in his heart: "Of course I take it seriously..."
Zhao Ning raised his lips and said, "That's good! This time I came here with seven imperial chefs from the palace, and I also brought the ingredients from the imperial kitchen. I won't charge you more, brother Ying. Just the cost price will do. Your family property will definitely be enough."
Ying Wuji: “???”
Good job!
Others just want to eat up my money, and you want to make money from me?
The corners of his mouth twitched. Don't wait for me to choose the princess. If you make me mad, you will wear the clothes I taught you on your wedding night.
Amidst the laughter, Ying Wuji pulled Zhao Ning aside and said, "Brother Zhao! I don't think I have offended you, do you really want to bankrupt me with this meal?"
Zhao Ning pursed his lips and said, "Brother Ying, please don't say that. Brother Ying has made a lot of money today, and I am jealous. Just think of it as my mean intention!"
"You're jealous, aren't you?"
"hold head high!"
"Take this!"
After saying that, he directly sent a stream of Mo family luck over, and then said in a deep voice: "You pay for today's dishes!"
Zhao Ning panicked: "This, this, this, this won't do. This is too expensive."
Although she did come here to cheat Ying Wuji out of a meal, it was only two or three thousand taels. It was nonsense to say that she could bankrupt Ying Wuji.
But this kind of luck is hard to come by outside.
Apart from the grand gatherings of the Hundred Schools, even the imperial families could not easily see the fortune of the Hundred Schools.
After all, producing extra luck requires an extremely strong foundation of luck, which often only appears when the saints establish their own Taoist school, so it has always been firmly in the hands of the saints.
The imperial family has never produced a saint, so naturally there will be no extra reserves.
For ordinary people to break through the twelfth level, apart from being gifted, the only way is to be like Ying Wuji, who has made achievements in a certain field and created his own destiny.
This one... is really too precious.
Ying Wuji laughed and said, "Just take it if I tell you to. Aren't we still family? I don't know what your current cultivation level is, but with the talent of the Zhao family bloodline, you must have at least broken through the twelfth level of refining essence, right? The Confucianists nourish the Qi, while the Mohists nourish the spirit. These are the weaknesses of the Zhao family bloodline. If you keep this thing, it should be of great benefit to you."
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