Wei Liangdong's face was entangled.

It's recitation, recitation! However, Nalan Jinghui's picture of Xishan begging demons has always been wanted!

Wei Liangdong's entanglement, of course, is not for no reason.

Lin Yunrui, the founder of Confucianism, founded Confucianism and created a new path of cultivation. In terms of the way of fighting, naturally, the same. Even the weapons they use are called "Wenbao", and the refining materials of Wenbao are important, but the most important thing is the instillation of Wenbao.

And the fighting style of Confucianism is also closely related to Hongchen Nianhuo and Wenli, although outsiders look at it, it is also elegant skills such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but it is completely different from Linglong's heart.

In a word, it is "the text carries the Tao".

With the literary power of cultivation, the words of calligraphy and painting, the words of the qin and flute, and the killing of the chessboard have all been turned into reality.

If it is an original poem, article, piano music, etc., it takes much less literary power to transform it into reality.

Furthermore, if this original poem and article can resonate with the audience, not only can the consumption of literary power be reduced again, but the power can also be doubled - otherwise, when the number of Confucian cultivators was scarce, how did Lin Yunrui resist the alliance of Taoist cultivation and Xuanxiu, and how did he finally turn the tide of the battle with a "Prayer for Heaven"?

For example, if you say "the wind, the sword, the frost and the sword are strictly pressing", put it in the hands of Linglongxin, the spell cast is miserable wind and rain, stirring people's hearts, and making people feel hopeless.

But if it is placed in the hands of Confucian cultivators, then it has to be a real "wind sword and frost sword" - as long as they can comprehend the meaning of the text, Confucian cultivators do not need to have wind or ice spirit networks at all. And this should be original verse. The power of the "Wind Blade and Frost Sword" can be even more powerful.

As for Nalan Jinghui's picture of begging demons in the mountains and streams, it is a Wenbao painting.

Even if you don't know anything about the meaning of painting, you can use the power of writing to urge it. Transform into a majestic demon hunter general to be a bodyguard. If you have a comprehension of the meaning of the painting, the consumption can be reduced by 30% or even half.

Wei Liangdong happens to like that painting very much, and he can also comprehend the meaning of the painting, so he has naturally been greedy for a long time.

But Nalan Jinghui never let go.

This is the first time I have let go, and I still ask for it! What I want to recite is still the thirteen chapters of the Book of Chess!

Wei Liangdong felt that he had swallowed a mouthful of bitter water, but he couldn't spit it out.

As far as the cultivation and fighting methods of Confucianism are concerned, language is the most important way to stimulate literary power.

So. Confucian cultivators speak well every day, but once they encounter occasions that require strictness and seriousness, they must use the above force. You will become especially cautious when you speak. Recitation, misfortune is a kind of prudence.

It's already quite close to cultivation.

It is not necessarily necessary to mobilize literary power, but it is necessary to concentrate.

What's more, what he wants to recite is the Confucian chess classics!

In the courtyard of the two Tianxianglou girls who are good at piano music. Shaking his head and concentrating on reciting thirteen pieces of the Chess Sutra. This is a very shameful and shameful thing to think about!

His chess skills are weak, and even if he mobilizes his literary power to recite the thirteen chapters of the Chess Sutra, he cannot form any vision. Undoubtedly, this is a particularly humiliating point.

But Wei Liangdong was entangled for a long time, and he couldn't withstand the huge temptation of the Xishan Demon Map, so he nodded very spinelessly, and emphasized in a strong man's broken wrist-like tone, "Okay!"

Nalan Jinghui raised his eyebrows and looked at this guy speechlessly.

He seems to have a lot on his mind. But it seems that he didn't think about it. Why did he choose the "Thirteen Chapters of the Book of Chess" for him to recite?

According to Nalan Jinghui's usual temperament, he must have begun to sneer at this time. But now. He decided to remain silent for the time being. After all, looking at Wei Liangdong's appearance, if he sneered again, he would not be willing to read it.

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Because of the needs of the guests, the girls of Tianxianglou temporarily adjusted their residences.

The girl named by Wei Liangdong and the others is currently the only owner of the small courtyard where they are. A girl who was still living there temporarily moved to another place with her people, and of course no one touched her room.

At this time, seeing that the two guests who were not ready to leave for the time being were in the courtyard, as if they were going to endorse the book, the two girls curiously took a maid who was doing chores and ran to the main hall to watch.

"The number of all things starts from one. The road of the bureau, there is a ...... in three hundred and sixty"

Wei Liangdong is also a Confucian cultivator in the end. Although I felt ashamed, since I started, I calmed down and recited aloud. The surrounding environment, and not a critical state like the collapse of Mount Tai, had a very limited impact on him.

The contents of the thirteen chapters of the Book of Chess poured out of his mouth smoothly.

Nalan Jinghui could feel that Wei Liangdong's literary power also began to work in his body with the recitation.

If you are a person who has studied chess, reciting the thirteen chapters of the chess scriptures, you can often conjure up various chess games in the air. Wei Liangdong is not good at chess, and has almost no study of the thirteen articles of the chess classic.

However, the thirteen chapters of the Book of Chess were born together with the improvement of the game of "chess" by the ancestor Lin Yunrui.

As one of the Confucian classics, it has been chanted, used, and even used in battle by countless Confucian cultivators, and it has natural power. As long as you have the most basic understanding of the thirteen articles of this chess classic, this classic is the best way to "save one's body every day" for Confucian cultivators!

It's just that what is examined and sorted out is not the mind, but the literary power and physical state.

To be honest, Nalan Jinghui couldn't believe it-

He had already told Wei Liangdong that his situation was wrong, but Wei Liangdong, a fool, still didn't think of why he asked him to recite the thirteen chapters!

But by now, he must have noticed something.

Nalan Jinghui listened to the thirteen chapters of the chess scripture in his ear, all the way from the game to the calculation, the power of public opinion, the battle, the virtual and the real, and then to self-knowledge.

Wei Liangdong's expression became solemn.

Around him, phantoms of chess games began to appear. This is the result of Wei Liangdong's initiative to increase the mobilization of cultural resources.

Then there is the trial bureau, the degree of affection, the oblique correction, and the hole micro......

The phantom chess game is becoming more and more critical. And Wei Liangdong's forehead appeared in a cold sweat one by one!

Really!

Nalan Jinghui was not the slightest surprised, but looked around vigilantly. The treasures that have been collected in the sleeves are already on the verge of being released. He had to let Wei Liangdong test it, because he was worried that if he introspected himself, he would attract some kind of attack - Wei Liangdong, this kid, didn't have the slightest vigilance, and he might be on the road.

However......

Cast his eyes on the blind.

The fist hit the cotton.

Nalan Jinghui looked at Wei Liangdong in a cold sweat expressionlessly, but he was stunned and ended the thirteenth chapter of the Chess Sutra safely, only to feel that a mouthful of old blood in his throat was choked, and he couldn't swallow it or spit it out.

Especially......

Wei Liangdong finished reading in a cold sweat, and after thinking about it, he suddenly said cheerfully to Nalan Jinghui, "Jinghui, your Xishan Demon Map!" (To be continued......)

PS: I'm sorry, yesterday there was a special situation, it was very uncomfortable, and I got a leave note that was not updated. It's going to be updated again today.