Chapter 145 144. Can’t a nun fall in love for the first time? (Please subscribe to the monthly ticket!)

"..."

"The hall is full of flowers and three thousand guests are drunk, and fourteen states are frost-freezed with one sword!"

The altar is on the square.

After getting Wei Youqing's approval, Pi Yalu immediately returned to her original position and began to read aloud.

Hearing this, everyone present was startled and got goose bumps on their backs!
The hall is full of flowers, intoxicating three thousand guests.

What a chivalrous hero this is.

One sword frost-frozen fourteen states!

How heroic and domineering this is!
Before everyone could react to the shock of this poem.

Next, the sound that came out of Piyalu's mouth again surprised everyone completely, and they couldn't recover for a long time.

"The drums and horns open the sky and the air becomes cold, the wind and waves shake the sea and mountains in autumn."

"When he was famous and ambitious, why would he envy the marquis of the time?"

Wei Youqing's heart sank.

This poem... is excellent!
It can definitely be passed down for thousands of years and last forever.

She couldn't help but put away her contempt and felt ashamed of her arrogance just now.

His gaze subconsciously turned to the eyes of the statue of the Saint of Literature.

"Look, Wensheng has opened his eyes!"

At this moment, someone exclaimed.

In detail, there is a set of established rules for the descending of literary spirit.

The sage of literature opens his eyes; this is the prerequisite for the spiritual energy to descend upon him.

Then it’s time to look at the color of the writing.

There is also an essential difference between opening one eye and opening both eyes.

For example, the Piya deer has a single eye with five colors.

As for Wei Youqing, he opened his eyes, but his right eye was drooping and without any literary aura, while his left eye was full of seven colors of literary aura.

In the path of Confucianism, Wei Youqing naturally had a smoother progress.

And if both eyes have seven colors of literary aura, then it can almost be confirmed that he is the new generation of literary saint!

But since the death of the last generation of literary saint, the only one who has been recognized by the literary saint so far is the scholar who survived in Houji Mountain, who once achieved the result of seven colors in the left eye and six colors in the right eye.

of course.

This is not absolute.

Even ordinary Confucian practitioners who do not rely on the protection of literary energy can achieve the status of a powerful saint.

"The sage of literature opened his eyes. Is there another great talent coming?"

"I wonder who wrote this poem, Miss Pi? She didn't even attend it in person. How arrogant!"

“This is the confidence of pride!”

"It's too early, let's see how many colors of literary spirit there are!"

"That makes sense. After all, there are many people who have been favored by the Sage of Literature but have not been blessed by the spirit of literature!"

"..."

The crowd suddenly became excited.

Even Wei Youqing, Qi Yulou and other disciples of the Jixia Academy were staring intently at the eyes of the Sage of Literature, waiting for the next literary energy to be born.

"Come out, come out!"

"Left eye...oh my god, seven colors!"

"It's seven colors!"

"The right eye is out too!"

"Right eye... one, two, three... Oh my god, it's also seven colors?"

"No way! I heard that even the master of Jixia Academy, the Confucian sage of the day, only had seven colors on the right and six on the left. How could someone be born in my Yonghang territory with seven colors in his eyes today?"

"Who is this person? Why is he so loved by the Sage of Literature? What great talent does he have?"

"The seven-colored eyes are filled with literary energy. This person's Confucian cultivation has unlimited potential!"

"..."

boom!
For a moment, the entire area around the altar was shocked beyond words by this sudden scene.

Countless people spread the news.

Even the crowds of onlookers and small vendors at the outermost edge of the lake flocked to the center of the lake, wanting to catch a glimpse of this grand scene.

Wei Youqing's eyes widened in horror.

Piyalu was also full of disbelief.

His eyes were filled with seven colors of literary spirit.

This does not mean that this poem is the best in the world, but it proves that the person who wrote this poem, Ning Mu, has his talent recognized by the Sage of Literature.

Of course, a good poem that can bring about the descending of literary spirit is also indispensable.

It's like a stepping stone.

As the seven-colored aura of his eyes gathered in the sky, it seemed as if it was looking for something. After circling in the sky for a while, it seemed to have lost its target.

But the people present were not worried.

next moment.

Then I saw the pair of seven-colored auras seemed to identify the direction, and then they flew away to the southeast like a flash of smoke.

"It's Southeast!"

"I wonder who that guy is. I really want to see him!"

"..."

Watching the double seven-color literary aura identify the direction and head towards the poet's location, the crowd burst into shocking cheers again.

Wei Youqing also reacted.

She quickly came to Pi Yalu and asked, "Yalu, who is this person and where is he now?"

Piyalu came to her senses from her shock and hurriedly told Ning Mu all the information.

At this moment, Piyalu was shocked beyond words.

She had thought that Ning Mu's talent was extraordinary, but she had never expected that he was so outstanding and extraordinary!

With seven colors of literary aura, if you major in Confucianism, you will surely become a Confucian sage in this life!
If Master Hou Jishan knew about this, he would probably hand over the entire literary heritage to him!
Piyalu felt confused and horrified.

After getting all kinds of information about Ning Mu from Piyalu, Wei Youqing immediately turned around and looked at Qi Yulou and other disciples of the Jixia Academy.

"My fellow disciples, I will leave the affairs here to you. I will chase this seven-colored literary energy, find this person, and bring him to the academy!"

"Kaifeng, you will take over Wei's duties temporarily!"

Wei Youqing looked at the oldest disciple among the group, Guo Kaifeng.

He is the eldest senior brother of the Jixia Academy, and he has the highest level of cultivation and the best understanding of human relationships.

Guo Kaifeng immediately clasped his fists and replied: "Don't worry, Junior Master, I will take care of everything!"

Wei Youqing nodded, then flew up and headed southeast.

"Brother, Junior Master has already been appointed as the successor of the literary world by the Master. Although there is no explicit document, it has been tacitly acknowledged. Now that this pair of seven-color literary auras has appeared, why did she bring them back to the academy if she didn't want to find a way to solve the problem?"

At this time, a younger disciple in the team asked a puzzled question.

With Ning Mu's talent and the protection of the literary saint's aura, as long as he joins the academy or focuses on Confucianism, he will definitely surpass Wei Youqing in the future.

Its future will be limitless.

Wei Youqing was the master's last disciple and was recognized as the successor to his literary legacy.

If Ning Mu does not come out, her literary inheritance will almost be set in stone.

Now that Ning Mu, who possesses dual seven-color literary aura, has suddenly appeared, isn't the most sensible thing for her to do to strangle him in the cradle?
Even if you have a kind heart, you wouldn't take the initiative to bring her to the academy, right?

Isn't this just finding a competitor for yourself?

He is still an opponent with a great chance of winning and against whom I have no hope.

No normal person would do this, right?

The young disciple was puzzled.

Guo Kaifeng shook his head, smiled slightly, and said with a hint of sadness: "Junior brother, you think too simply!"

"The aura of the literary saint here is in Houji Mountain. The master must have sensed it. This is a great talent of the time, and he must not be missed!"

"Besides, Junior Master Wei has never been the type to be jealous of talented people. To put it mildly, such a great talent will surely fall into my grasp!"

"To put it in a broader sense, for the sake of the literary world and the destiny of Qi, we must put aside our personal grudges!"

"After all, the double seven-color literary aura... If there is nothing wrong with the statue of the literary saint here, this is a talent that is rare in a thousand years. To kill such a great talent is to be punished by heaven!"

Guo Kaifeng looked towards the statue of Wen Sheng.

……

at the same time.

The capital of the Great Qi State was Linzi.

Jixia Academy.

Houji Mountain.

There is a library on the top of the mountain.

There is a flat area outside the study, surrounded by a vegetable garden where green and tender vegetables are growing.

From time to time, a few chickens would peck at food in the vegetable garden.

An old pine tree with strong roots and lush leaves stands on the left side of the house. Under the tree there is a chessboard with an unfinished game on it.

At this moment, two people are playing chess on the chessboard.

One male and one female.

The man exuded a strong scholarly air. He had white hair and a youthful face. He was dressed in a grey robe, with a beard wafting in the wind. He looked like an immortal. His sword-like eyes were clear and piercing, without any trace of the turbidity of old age.

The woman was young and beautiful, her actual age difficult to tell. She was dressed in a brocade palace dress and a phoenix hairpin on her head. Her skin was delicate and fair, and her figure still showed her charm even under the dress.

She had just made a move and her pair of narrow and long eyes, full of majesty, were staring at the chessboard with a look of deep thought.

The old man with white hair and a youthful face was not in a hurry either. With a faint smile, he stroked his beard quietly while feeling the mountain breeze.

From the position where the two people were playing chess, they could clearly see the clouds swirling below the mountain, making this place look like a fairyland.

suddenly.

The black piece in the chess piece's hand suddenly shattered, and then she raised her head abruptly and looked at the old man opposite her, with a hint of shock in her eyes.

The old man was also startled. He stood up with his hands behind his back, staring at the south with burning eyes.

"It's been many years since we've seen such a talented person!"

"Before me, it was 1,200 years, and after me, it's probably been more than 900 years!"

"It's been more than two thousand years... only one person with double seven-color literary energy appeared. Should we encourage him or kill him?"

"What good is a person's talent if I can't use him for my own benefit?"

"Master, what is the future of our Great Qi?"

The woman in palace dress stood up and stood next to the old man. They exchanged a few sentences, and suddenly he said something completely unrelated.

"Princess Taichang, don't worry. This boy will be a pillar of our Confucianism. If he can become a saint, he will protect our Great Qi for another thousand years! Princess Taichang can tell His Majesty that the expedition against the Northern Wolf can be put on the agenda. The academy will send capable disciples to assist, but we must be careful against mischief from Nanchu!" The old man said to the Princess Taichang with his hands hidden in his sleeves, clenched slightly behind his back.

This woman is the great aunt of the current emperor of the Great Qi royal family. She sits in charge of the royal family and rarely cares about worldly affairs. Even many people in the world don't know of her existence.

As for the old man, he is the master of the Jixia Academy on Houji Mountain, the Confucian saint of the current Qi State, and the master who has protected Qi for more than 900 years!
The two of them can be said to be the top fighting forces in the entire Qi State.

"Princess Taichang, please do as you please. I will write a letter and pass it to my disciple, asking her to find this person!"

suddenly.

The Master waved his sleeves, ordered the visitor to leave, and then returned to the study to write a letter to Wei Youqing.

……

at the same time.

Xima Mountain, Ningyang Village.

backyard.

In the glass room.

"Master, please be gentle. How about you apply some Buddha's saliva on it? Then it will be much smoother."

Ning Mu lay on Liuli's couch, his hands resting on his head, leisurely admiring Master Liuli's shy and charming appearance.

now.

Master Liuli was catching a dragon with her jade Buddha hand. Hearing Ning Mu's careless words, Liuli's face suddenly turned red, she snorted, rolled her eyes at him, and then she was too lazy to pay attention, pouting and busying herself.

As for massage.

This is also a kind of massage.

Seeing Ning Mu enjoying himself, Liuli frowned, feeling extremely angry but helpless.

Ning Mu took this opportunity to open the system task distribution interface again.

[Do you want to issue the following tasks to the No.1 subsystem? ]

'release!'

[Task 1: Do you think life in the mountains is boring? Then find some fun! ]

[Task details: Choose one from the following three options! ]

[Option 2000: Actively invite your bound companion Ning Mu to the training ground when there are at least 200 people training. At the second floor balcony of the Ningyang Village Master Hall, lean on the railing and let Ning Mu follow behind the host to communicate until Ning Mu is relieved! Complete the task and you will be rewarded with training points and companion points!]

[Option 2000: Invite your bound companion Ning Mu to a hidden bush in the back mountain, around the wasteland, and have sex with Ning Mu. Complete the task and you will be rewarded with 200 training points and companion points!]

[Option 2000: Actively invite your bound companion Ning Mu to inspect the production situation of the villagers. While wearing the black Xuansha silk lace pattern clothes or the Tiancan black ice silk stockings, keep a blank state and allow Ning Mu to tease you. You cannot refuse during the process. Complete the task and you will be rewarded with 200 training points and companion points! ]

……

[Task 5000: Coerce the Holy Mother Yang Yanqiu of the Sun Moon Sect, order her to be a slave, and sign a contract to become the private slave of Ning Mu, your bound companion. You can use the effect of the "Resilience Pill" to induce her to agree. If she disagrees, then destroy her power and keep her as a pet. If she agrees, secretly control her to gradually disintegrate or absorb the Sun Moon Sect, or even control the Sun Moon Sect! After completing this task, you can get 500 training points and companion points! ]

[Task 1000: Purchase the item 'Fine Corn Seeds' in the Hero Couple Black Market, then cultivate it and teach the villagers to plant it! Completing the task will reward you with 100 training points and Hero Couple points! ]

now.

On the small road leading to Ningyang Village.

Going down the mountain from the gate of Ningyang Village, the path that was originally covered with thorns has now gradually been opened up into a road about ten feet wide.

But the distance is not too far, it only extends out for about ten miles.

And at the end of that wide road.

I saw Liu Qingmei holding a huge stone more than one person tall and throwing it into the valley next to her.

Her face was calm and there was no disturbance.

In addition to her, there are several disciples from the action team here.

"I'm really impressed by our young master, no, our village chief, for letting such a delicate lady like his wife come here to clear the way and do hard labor?"

One of the female disciples used her inner strength to flatten the mound of earth in front of her.

A lot of splashing dirt and dust suddenly flew towards her face. She wiped it roughly, and her fair face instantly became dirty with the mixture of sweat.

Looking at Liu Qingmei who was holding up a huge rock with both hands and throwing it away easily as if it were flat ground, the female disciple couldn't help but complain in secret.

"Why, do you regret following me now?" A male disciple next to him smiled, wiped the sweat off his face, and then swung the sword in his hand to clear out the weeds one by one.

As he swung his sword, he smiled and said, "I prefer it this way. Who says warriors have to be high and mighty?"

"Besides, the village chief is right. If this road is blocked, our village will not be able to develop. It is not a good thing to keep enclosing land for our own amusement!"

Upon hearing this, the female disciple hastily retorted, "I don't regret it. I just feel that it's a bit of a waste of talent to have a real person... come here to clear the way and move stones, and she's my wife..."

The female disciple was shy and felt something was wrong no matter how she looked at it.

Real warrior...

They are all top figures that every force is eager to have.

Even the royal families of various countries were treated as guests of honor.

Such a strong man, no matter where he is, is always pampered and has countless ordinary people at his command.

It's better now.

Liu Qingmei was a powerful martial arts master, but he was assigned to do hard labor here, such as opening mountains and building roads.

Breaking a huge rock with one palm, this kind of strength is indeed suitable for this task.

But why is it so uncomfortable?

"Hahaha, such an imaginative idea, I'm afraid that only our village chief has such courage in the whole world!"

Another disciple couldn't help but smile.

"Stop laughing, get to work, we have to drive twenty miles today, otherwise you won't have dinner tonight!"

At this time, Liu Qingmei, who had thrown the boulder down, looked back at them, clapped her hands in a relaxed manner, and said, "This village chief is happy about it, why are you worrying about it!"

She agreed with her husband's point of view.

To be rich, build roads first.

Ningyang Village is destined not to be a place for self-entertainment and small-scale fighting. There are real people and masters here, and even with my husband's talent, he will be far superior to me in the future.

With so many top combat forces, there is no need to worry about attracting covetousness once the road is opened.

If you want to make a name for yourself in this world of great contention, you will always have to face the ups and downs.

So when Ning Mu proposed to repair the mountain road, she immediately volunteered.

If we only rely on the villagers, it will take several years to repair the road. Besides, we will also need their farming skills to open up the wasteland.

But I am different.

Master Shenyuan, not to mention your strength, how many of your palms can this huge rock, no matter how difficult it is to move, withstand?
Everyone in the village is busy.

Ning Mu is no exception. Although he seems leisurely, he also has to make various plans.

Tong Yuyue was even more responsible for the land reclamation, and Huang Yutang's wife A Diao assisted her.

This A Diao is really good at his job.

She could tell everything about the seasons, the fertility of the soil, and the location of water sources at a glance.

So now gradually, Ning Mu intends to let A Diao take charge of the farm work.

Hearing Liu Qingmei's laughter and scolding, the disciples of the action team all laughed and immediately worked even harder.

However, Liu Qingmei frowned slightly and looked at the new task that appeared on the screen in front of her.

There were three options for this task, and she was not surprised at all.

After taking a quick glance, she immediately made her choice with her heart beating faster.

However, she had never expected the second task, to coerce the Holy Mother of the Sun and Moon Sect, Yang Yanqiu, and recruit her for her own use, and she didn't know how to start.

"Forget it, I'll ask my husband what he thinks tonight!"

Liu Qingmei raised her eyebrows but didn't delve into it any further. Instead, she suppressed her thoughts for the time being and looked towards the small hill that was about 20 to 30 feet high not far in front of her.

The route had been planned in advance, and this hill had to be cleared.

Otherwise, not only will it take a longer detour, but the road will also be quite steep.

"Huh! Today's mission is to take this hill!"

And at the same time.

In the glass room.

Liuli was kneeling on the couch, her face was as pretty as a blooming mountain flower, and her eyes were as bright as autumn water.

Bodhi Jade Lotus Zen robe became wrinkled at some point.

Revealing shoulders as white and delicate as mutton-fat jade.

And that half of mercy that is blooming, upright, round and smooth.

"It's been nearly half an hour. Can you make it?"

Liuli frowned, her face flushed, and she glared at Ning Mu angrily.

Ning Mu raised his eyebrows: "Can you blame me? This has happened several times. It's you who didn't let me touch you, Master. How about you come over here?"

Ning Mu grinned evilly, his eyes pointed meaningfully.

He looked towards the milky white mercy that was like mutton-fat jade.

When Liuli heard this, she suddenly panicked and her heart started pounding.

But looking at the sky, he was afraid that Liu Qingmei and the others would be back soon.

Hesitated.

She couldn't help but move closer to Ning Mu, and then reached out to take off the hairpin behind her head. Her hair that was tied up suddenly fell like a waterfall, covering her delicate and bright face.

Nuns also need to shave their heads.

But practitioners with long hair are not some kind of anomalies.

As the last disciple of Master Boro, she should have shaved her head.

However, Master once said: Although you have a deep affinity with Buddhism and are gifted with intelligence, your six senses are not yet fully developed and your karma has not yet dissipated. If you do not eliminate these three thousand strands of worries, this will also keep you alert at all times.

She finally knew.

According to the master, my karma is definitely that bastard Ning Mu!
I'm afraid these three thousand strands of worries will be in his hands.

Liuli's eyes flickered and she covered her face with her hair, which seemed to conceal her endless shame and cowardice.

He took the initiative to move forward and let this bastard take control of his letter of mercy, which had never been taken by anyone except that bastard Ning Mu, and no one had even witnessed it.

This is the first time.

How could she not be shy!

More importantly.

Outside the door, one could faintly hear the maids' amusing voices, as bright as silver bells.

"Hey, Sister Chunzhi, what do you think the young master is doing in the nun's room? He hasn't come out for so long..."

Qiuxiang's curious voice came from afar.

Chunzhi didn't say anything, but Xiachan's teasing voice rang out: "You asked this question, what can the young master do? Of course he can do it!"

"Haha, Sister Xia Chan, you are so bad. If the young master hears you, he will spank you again!"

"Hmph~ I like it. The young master doesn't hit you. Are you jealous?"

"You, girl, have such weird hobbies. I don't want to be beaten. I still like the young master to treat me gently~"

"Tsk, you don't understand, that kind of painful and happy feeling, it's like flying in the clouds!"

"Keep your voices down. It's okay if the young master hears. But if the nun knows, you'd better watch out for your lives!"

"Not really. I think the nun is a nice person, but she is a little cold and aloof."

"Tsk tsk, come to think of it, such a cold nun is still a young girl who has just begun to fall in love in front of our young master~"

"Hahaha, who said it wasn't true? I really don't know how the young master did it. He even made a nun..."

"Shh...you talk too much!"

"..."

call……

Listening to the laughing noises of several maids in the yard outside the door, Liuli's pretty face turned hot, her mind went blank, and she felt her whole body trembling slightly!
These girls!

They speak without restraint and are defaming other people's innocence!
Why do you say this about me behind my back?

Liuli felt both wronged and extremely stimulated by a sense of immorality.

What happened to the nun?
Can't a nun fall in love and talk about love?
Feeling the warmth and power of mercy being manipulated, Liuli's heart trembled.

She unconsciously tightened her legs.

I just felt that there seemed to be a flood invading the Buddha cave!
She pursed her lips, not daring to make the slightest sound, and even the movements of her hands were much smaller.

As if she was afraid of being heard by the maids outside.

If they knew that she, the great Nun Ciyun, was hiding in the room with Ning Mu and was treated like this by this scoundrel, then her reputation in this life would be ruined!
Can be ignored.

As her jade Buddha hands moved rhythmically.

Suddenly, new message came from the system.

She subconsciously stopped her movements, and a hint of shame and weirdness flashed across her amorous eyes that were hidden by her hair. Then her eyes were filled with anger, and she stared at Ning Mu who was enjoying it.

"Hiss... Master, you want me to have no descendants!"

Ning Mu suddenly cried out in pain and grabbed Cibei fiercely.

"Ugh~" Liuli also cried out subconsciously in pain, her brows slightly furrowed.

He quickly let go.

But in her heart, Ren Jue felt indignant!
When will this weird mission end?
I haven’t even completed Mission 3 yet, and this Mission 2 branch has been updated?
Liuli was in great distress.

Looking at Ning Mu's smug look, he felt extremely angry.

She was so angry that she didn't know what was wrong with her and she wanted to bite him.

Without further ado, he said nothing.

With a red face, she leaned down and bit Ning Mu with her mouth.

"Hey, ah!"

(End of this chapter)