Food gives me an entry, I will be invincible if I stay alive

Chapter 126 On Mount Pufeng, a Nest of Ghosts
The streets resounded with the sounds of gongs and drums.

The cries of congratulations to Chen Xu for becoming the top scholar echoed from one end of the long street to the other, filling the place with a boisterous atmosphere, like boiling water.

Chen Xu sat in the lobby of the inn. Sure enough, he didn't need to look at the list; good news was delivered to his door.

He heard Cui Yunqi beside him congratulate him joyfully: "Brother Chen, congratulations! Your path to success has taken another step forward."

There were also envious voices from Xu Wenyuan and others: "As expected, Brother Chen is the top case in this case..."

Even more impressively, a surge of literary spirit unexpectedly arrived as the good news spread.

Chen Xu immediately felt the literary energy within his sea of ​​literature, the ink pool surging upwards.

Even if one ranks first in the provincial examination, it does not mean one has passed the provincial examination, but it will still greatly enhance one's literary talent.

Chen Xu listened to the various noises around him, but felt as if he were isolated in another strange world.

Everyone's face seemed to be veiled, and the air felt strangely cold.

Suddenly, a smiling figure appeared in the crowd, walking slowly from left to right.

It is Francis.

He twisted his neck and stared straight at Chen Xu, saying, "Brother Chen, you've passed the imperial examination! You're the top scholar, a stroke of good fortune! That's wonderful!"

Chen Xu noticed that Fang Ji's voice was exceptionally clear, and the air felt colder, with a chill creeping over him.

Chen Xu felt a chill run down his spine and was about to use the Wu Hook from the Sea of ​​Literature.

But to everyone's surprise, this thought caused everything in Wenhai to become incredibly heavy.

He couldn't even muster his literary talent.

Fang Ji added, "You've been very obedient; you haven't left the inn at all these days."

Staying at the inn prevents her from being exposed to the outside world's filth and from being frightened by ghosts and monsters. She's such an obedient and sensible child.

Good child, now come with your brother...

As he spoke, Fang Ji waved to Chen Xu.

Then Chen Xu was horrified to discover that his body had indeed stood up uncontrollably!

At this moment, the literary energy within Chen Xu's ink pool was still rising, and the innate primordial energy in his dantian was surging and abundant.

He hadn't lost his power, yet his will was somehow unable to control his body.

Fang Ji beckoned, and he, like a puppet on a string, not only obediently stood up but also obediently followed Fang Ji out of the inn.

What the hell is going on?

Shock and fear could not solve the problem at hand. Chen Xu's mind raced as he quickly thought of how to resolve the current crisis.

Outside the inn, the sound of gongs and drums continued.

Amidst the clamor and lively conversation, none of the people noticed Chen Xu's unusual behavior. Even in the main hall, Cui Yunqi continued his spirited speech:

"Brother Chen, your poem 'Ode to a Knight-Errant' has now spread throughout the seven prefectures of Tiannan, and all poetry lovers are overjoyed."

But you have a few poems that are not widely circulated these days.

I'd like to publish another collection of your poems. What do you think?
By the way, Brother Chen.

It's been a while since you've written any new poems, so those two in the exam were certainly excellent.

However, new poetry…

Gradually, Cui Yunqi's voice faded into the distance.

Chen Xu had already followed Fang Ji onto the long street. The street was crowded with people, but Fang Ji walked ahead without bumping into any pedestrians.

There seemed to be a mysterious and invisible repulsive force field around him, and anyone who came near him would involuntarily give way.

Chen Xu carefully observed everything, while calming his emotions, and tried to sense the Netherworld through his supernatural powers.

He discovered that his ability to sense the energy of the universe was also declining.

Not only was the world veiled before him, but his own will and spirit were also clearly wrapped in a fine veil.

However, the Netherworld is an innate divine ability, and once the ability to sense the Netherworld awakens, it is deeply ingrained in his soul. Chen Xu thought quickly; even if the world is isolated, his innate divine ability should not be isolated.

He needs to stay calm and have faith in himself.

Returning to the root is called stillness; stillness is called returning to one's destiny.

Attain utmost emptiness, hold fast to stillness; all things arise and flourish, and I observe them in return…

In the art of chopping wood, various subtle techniques flowed through my mind.

Chen Xu felt a struggle within his own will. His eyes were not blind, but his soul seemed to have a blind eye, struggling to move and search for light!
Suddenly, Fang Ji stopped.

Chen Xu, who was like a puppet on a string, couldn't help but stop in his tracks behind him.

On the bustling street, the clerks and soldiers, bringing good news, passed by Chen Xu, banging gongs and drums.

Just then, a person walked out from the other end of the long street.

The man held a mottled oil-paper umbrella, with a writing brush hanging from his waist. He was graceful yet robust, exuding an extremely strong wild beauty.

She looked up from under the umbrella; the floral umbrella blocked the sunlight but cast a half-shadow on her face.

"Pufeng Mountain, a den of bastards?" The woman under the umbrella stared coldly at Fang Ji.

The metallic sound rang out crisply and clearly on the long street.

Fang Ji tilted his head and said slowly, "It's Yun Jiang Xuanming, the envoy of the Prison Suppression Division. The gale is rising again above the Abyss of Calamity. I thought you were all rushing off and would be too busy to handle everything."

Nowadays, literature and law are in decline, and in recent years, few truly talented and outstanding individuals have emerged in the entire Yunjiang Prefecture.

Alas, we are confined to the mountains, and we are lonely.

Fortunately, the winds of fortune turned this year, and a talented scholar appeared in the examination hall of the prefectural examination hall, who could make even the most bookworms strike the bell.

My master then wished to meet this Mr. Chen.

Now that I have been specially ordered to come and pick up the person, does the Xuanming Envoy intend to stop me?
I have no desire to fight with you.

I'm afraid that if the fight goes too far, my brother Chen might get hurt.

Secondly, I'm afraid that if our battle is too sudden, innocent civilians might be harmed..."

Before she finished speaking, the woman with the umbrella suddenly stepped forward and closed the umbrella.

Her movements were so fast that she covered dozens of feet in one stride, arriving in front of Fang Ji in an instant.

As the umbrella closed, the sound of wind and thunder echoed above its surface, and time seemed to leap off a ball—

boom!
The umbrella, like a thunderous sword, cleaved through the sky and suddenly pierced towards Fang Ji.

Xuanming Shi said, "Nonsense, do you really need to cover up the fact that evil spirits eat people?"

As he spoke, Fang Ji's entire body was pierced by the umbrella.

puff!
Fang Ji spat out blood, but at the same time, another identical Fang Ji suddenly sprang out from the injured Fang Ji's body.

The identical Fang Ji appeared like a wisp of smoke, instantly appearing before Chen Xu, grabbing him and about to take him away.

At this time, Chen Xu was unable to mobilize his internal energy, nor was he able to sense the Netherworld in time.

But perhaps due to the sudden attack from Xuanming Envoy, in that split second, Chen Xu's body was able to move a little bit.

A thousand thoughts raced through his mind, and he suddenly remembered that Mr. Zhou had once told him on Xiaofeng Mountain: biting the tip of your tongue and spitting out blood could subdue ghosts.

Although Mr. Zhou once said that ordinary ghosts could be subdued in this way, truly evil and powerful ghosts could not be so easily subdued.

But the situation is extremely critical, and we have no choice but to give it a try.

Chen Xu's mind raced. He immediately bit his tongue, and just as the evil spirit enveloped him, he opened his mouth and spat out blood from his tongue.

Caught off guard, Fang Ji was sprayed with blood, his face contorted in a grimace for a moment: "You, laughable, mere blood from the tip of your tongue..."

Blood stained the ghost's body, and suddenly a burst of blue light appeared.

(End of this chapter)