How can one cultivate immortality without learning modern knowledge?

Despite being the center of attention, Zhou Wenju was actually feeling extremely anxious.

When he first started writing poetry, he couldn't judge whether the excellent poems from that world had been included in the Heavenly Dao of this world. If his first poem was judged to be plagiarism, what was the point of playing?

Given the unclear situation, we should have been more cautious. However, that old madman, Lao Can, is too dangerous. His eyes are gleaming with greed as he stares at my body, ready to take my limbs and internal organs and put them on the operating table at any moment. We have no choice but to take the risk...

Fortunately, the seven-colored original light rose successfully, and the Dao Sea was opened smoothly.

This means that the Heavenly Dao of this world is not connected to that world.

The cultural treasures of that world are completely unknown to the Heavenly Dao here, so it's safe to copy them without restraint...

not worried!

I'm so excited!

However, he then became somewhat nervous...

What will you catch at the first fishing trip on the Daohai Sea?

Sea fishing is a truly high-end "game".

With his meager skills, it was clearly insufficient for him to reach this level.

In his mind, the only concise summary of fishing in the Daohai Sea was three words: unpredictable.

Yes, it's unpredictable!

It's possible that with a single cast, you could catch an ancient artifact that would shake the heavens.

It's also possible that you'll have a run of bad luck and lure out an ancient ferocious beast that will swallow you whole without hesitation (although the Heavenly Dao Sea is basically a 'welfare' place, and the probability of something terrible happening is extremely low, it's still possible for someone to have such bad luck that even drinking cold water can cause problems)...

My hand tightened.

Like a fish taking the bait.

The seven-colored thread left the Heavenly Dao Sea, carrying a black object, and shot towards his brow.

With a soft hiss, it vanished...

The colorful lights in the sky disappeared completely.

At the foot of the abandoned cliff, Lao Can stared incredulously at the spot between his eyebrows.

Between his eyebrows, there was a black line, twisted and deformed, like the root of an ancient tree.

Wengen!

This kid fished out Wen Gen from the Heavenly Dao Sea!

He opened the door to his literary pursuits!

"Wen Gen" is the basic entry-level skill for literary studies. Although it is only an entry-level skill, its difficulty is extraordinary. In the imperial examination, it is a mark of a candidate who has passed the preliminary examination.

Even a student who has passed the preliminary examination has spent ten years studying diligently.

Many people study hard for ten years but still fail to pass the preliminary examination.

And this kid, with just one poem, managed to fish out Wen Gen from the Heavenly Dao Sea.

Completely abandon the path of scientific exploration, completely abandon the path of the Holy Family's grace...

This is speculation!

However, the technical sophistication involved in this speculation was ridiculously high...

Furthermore, why is this text root so strange?

The literary root is born from the way of literature, and the brush, ink, paper and inkstone are its basic forms. The higher the similarity to the basic forms, the purer the literary root and the higher its level.

He was an old man of great experience, having witnessed all the evolutionary forms of writing implements, but he had never seen anything like this, with its fierce and menacing strokes, resembling the roots of a living tree...

Oh no, could it be that what this kid caught wasn't Wen Gen at all, but some kind of ancient ferocious beast?

Although the probability of encountering misfortune while fishing in the sea is almost negligible, when someone is extremely unlucky, anything can happen. Could this kid be that unlucky? Looking back on his experiences over the past few years, Lao Can felt that the possibility was quite high…

Standing before Zhou Wenju, I felt a surge of emotion.

As the tangled, root-like tendrils entered his sea of ​​consciousness, a wondrous power bloomed within it...

This force, like an electric current, ignited his brain; he felt all his dormant cells suddenly awaken…

For the past twenty years, all the books he had come across seemed to be simultaneously imprinted in his brain. All the knowledge points were incredibly clear at this moment. Even fragments of words from books he had read years ago were etched into his brain and were constantly being refined. What was truly bizarre was that there were some knowledge points that he couldn't remember where he had come across, yet they still blossomed out of thin air in his brain cells...

Wengen!

This is the power of Wengen!

From that moment on, he opened the door to literary cultivation.

"Boy, are you still conscious?" Old Can's voice came from beside him.

Zhou Wenju slowly opened his eyes and smiled slightly: "Senior, I'm sorry, but I have already opened the door to literary cultivation, so I will not keep your promise to 'die for the cause' for the time being."

Old Can's initial enthusiasm for exploring the Dao slowly cooled, but he still wanted to try to salvage the situation: "Your literary talent is completely unlike the form of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone; it's the worst kind of talent. Not only will it not become the wings of your literary path, but it will even be a hindrance, causing your poetic talent to be fleeting. You ultimately won't go far on this path, so perhaps..."

"How about we make a three-year agreement?"

"A three-year agreement? What do you mean?" Lao Can asked.

"If I fail to reach the realm of literary flowers within three years on the path of literary cultivation, I will return to the foot of the Abandoned Weapon Cliff and discuss with you, Elder, the 'martyrdom of the Way' in the Ink Dao. What do you say?" Zhou Wenju said.

The old man slowly raised his eyes: "The county examination determines one's literary talent, the provincial examination builds one's literary platform, the metropolitan examination establishes one's literary mountain, and the palace examination determines one's literary heart. Only the top three scholars—the champion, the second-place scholar, and the third-place scholar—can receive the literary flower. You mean, in three years, you can reach the pinnacle of the 'top three' without even needing to take the imperial examinations?"

"In the pursuit of literature and art, different paths may lead to the same goal, so what's wrong with that?" Zhou Wenju said.

"Then... it's a deal!"

"It's a deal!"

Boom!

A loud bang, like a heavy object falling to the ground.

Below the cliff, a sudden burst of light appeared, and a cloud-piercing shuttle descended with overwhelming force, stirring up a raging torrent that swept away countless broken artifacts.

The Cloud Shuttle landed and slowly began to operate.

The person inside appeared before Zhou Wenju.

It was none other than the group of people they had just met: the third prince of Rulan, Lin Shuiyao beside him, and more than a dozen senior brothers from Huding Mountain.

Old Can's eyes turned cold, and he was about to speak...

Suddenly, two figures descended from the sky at the same time, elegant and graceful. They were the master of Huding Mountain and the seventeenth elder of the Mo family, who had been stationed at Huding Mountain for a long time.

Old Can shut his mouth, his cold eyes fixed on the Seventeenth Elder.

In everyone's eyes, there was no Lao Can, only Zhou Wenju.

puff!

A folding fan was opened, held in the third prince's hand.

He laughed: "I thought you had fallen off a cliff and met with misfortune. It's good that you're still alive. Now, answer my previous question directly: make the wedding dress within seven days. What do you say?"

Lao Can's heart sank...

This is clearly provocation!

As soon as the third prince came down, he started harping on the most provocative topic, clearly trying to provoke him.

Whenever he gets angry, anything he does will inevitably backfire.

If you lose control of your emotions and attack the Third Prince, he has every reason to kill you on the spot.

If the head of Huding Mountain refuses the other party's unreasonable demands, he has the right to dismiss him. Once he is dismissed from Huding Mountain, the prince's men can ensure that he never sees the sun rise again.

And what about agreeing?

How could I possibly agree to that?

Making one's own wedding dress and then giving away one's beloved to someone else is something no man could accept, especially a scholar. At this moment, he had become a true scholar...

Zhou Wenju's gaze slowly swept over the Third Prince's smiling face, over the face of the girl beside him who looked like a little bird nestled against her, over the ulterior motives in the eyes of his fellow disciples, and finally settled on the face of the Mountain Lord of Huding Mountain: "Mountain Lord, is this an order from the sect?"

"Yes!" The mountain lord nodded slightly, his face expressionless.

"Why is there such an order?"

The mountain lord's face slowly blossomed into a smile: "The marriage alliance between Huding Mountain and the Rulan Prince's Mansion is a beautiful story. As a member of Huding Mountain, shouldn't you contribute to this beautiful story with your own hands?"

Zhou Wenju gently raised both hands and performed a sect salute: "Since this is a sect order personally issued by the Mountain Lord, there is naturally no room for bargaining. This disciple accepts the order!"

Received...

The group looked at each other in bewilderment...

Why is this kid so calm now, after being so impulsive in the VIP room?

Even Lao Can was stunned.

Although they had spent some time together, and only half an hour, he felt that this kid wasn't the type to tolerate insults. Why would he accept such an obvious insult?

What about the integrity of scholars?

Could it be that you've already lost your integrity as soon as you became a scholar?

The third prince was clearly taken aback as well, and gently closed his folding fan: "Boy, do you have any resentment in accepting this order?"

This was another provocation, and he certainly wasn't willing to accept the situation of punching cotton.

What he always wanted was strong resistance from Zhou Wenju, that hothead.

As long as he resists, he will have a reason to get rid of him.

This kid has suddenly become rational, which isn't a good sign, so he needs to be constantly stimulated...

Zhou Wenju smiled gently: "I have no resentment, I am willing."

"You've figured it out?" The third prince raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Yes, do you know why you suddenly realized that?"

Why?

Zhou Wenju's gaze swept across Lin Shuiyao's face: "Third Prince, do you know? I once had a dog. I treated this dog like family. I was afraid it would get cold or hungry, and I groomed its fur every day to keep it looking like a pampered lady. However, one day, I suddenly saw it mating with a stray dog ​​by the roadside, fighting over excrement... I found it hard to accept at the time, but then I suddenly understood. It was just its nature! As the sage said: All things have their nature, and people follow their own path. What is there that cannot be let go of?"