How can one cultivate immortality without learning modern knowledge?

The expressions on everyone's faces changed simultaneously...

Who is being referred to as the "Poodle"?

She was mating with a stray dog ​​by the roadside. But who was that stray dog?

If there is any specific target, then this insult is the pinnacle of defiance!

Lin Shuiyao's face was filled with black lines, and her delicate body was unsteady.

The third prince's face suddenly darkened...

Before he could even speak, Zhou Wenju laughed: "I'm sorry, this is just a story. It's improper to tell such a low-class story in front of you seniors. I apologize!"

A standard scholar's ritual: to apologize to all directions.

The third prince's anger remained unsaid.

If he doesn't have an episode, the utterly disgusting story he told can still be considered a story!

If it occurs, wouldn't that be like identifying with the symptoms?

What would that become?

This has become an extremely serious accident!

The master of Huding Mountain frowned, unsure of how to respond.

He was a man of letters, and he had spent his whole life dealing with words. Today, for the first time in his life, he found himself at a loss with the words he used to use.

Can you punish someone for telling a story? Especially since they already admitted it was "not suitable for polite society" and even took the initiative to perform a scholarly apology...

Yes, you can forcefully categorize this story as "allegory" or "insult"...

But if we define it this way, who will be hurt the most?

The female disciple from Huding Mountain who is about to marry into the Rulan Prince's Mansion is a dog who can't change her nature of eating shit; the prince of the Rulan Prince's Mansion is a stray dog...

How can this stain be washed away in a short time?

He had this thought, and everyone in the valley had the same thought.

Even though I know he's swearing, I just can't call him out on it...

The Seventeenth Elder glanced at the old man standing beside him, lost in thought, and said, "Let's go!"

Take off first!

The mountain lord's gaze fell upon the third prince, who returned to the Cloud-Piercing Shuttle with a dark expression...

Silence returned to the foot of the abandoned cliff.

Above the highest pavilion, a jade-green ruler floats in the air, and on the ruler, a crystal-clear dewdrop reflects the entire scene below the Abandoned Vessel Cliff.

Beside the ruler, the two women looked at each other in bewilderment...

"Miss, did he...did he just swear?" The maid blinked.

The woman in purple sighed softly, "Although the entire sentence didn't contain a single insult, I must admit, it was incredibly vicious!"

"To dare to curse in front of so many high-ranking officials, Miss, is this the kind of scholarly integrity you want to see?" the maid said.

"Integrity? Heh... If he truly had integrity, he wouldn't have taken on this job and humiliated himself!" The young lady smiled faintly.

"Miss, I think you're wrong!" the maid said.

"Um?"

The maid sighed softly: "Miss is the eldest daughter of the Mo family's Mo branch, and has never experienced the plight of someone who has to bow their head under a low eave. From his perspective, did he really have a choice? Perhaps at this moment, his inner pain is piercing to the core! Even if Miss doesn't want to help him, please don't ridicule him."

The young lady's mind was in turmoil, and the dewdrop lost its clarity.

With a soft thud, it shattered on the blue ruler...

Below the abandoned cliff.

Old Can slowly withdrew his gaze from the distance and landed on Zhou Wenju's face, which was now half-submerged in darkness: "Boy, they're gone, and there's no one watching us anymore."

"Oh!" Zhou Wenju replied with a single word.

Lao Can said, "Now you can tell the truth. What are your true feelings about taking on this humiliating job?"

"I wonder if you've ever heard of this saying, senior..." Zhou Wenju said, "He who insults others will always be insulted in return!"

Old Can's eyes suddenly lit up: "You want to use this weapon-refining opportunity to do something?"

Zhou Wenju smiled slightly.

There was no answer, but perhaps his smile itself was an affirmative answer.

Old Can said, "It's not surprising that you have this idea, but you need to know that your entire weapon-forging process will be under the watchful eyes of those weapon-forging masters on Mount Huding. You won't be able to pull any tricks."

Zhou Wenju laughed and said, "When you were crafting that belt for the Grand Elder, wasn't it right under his nose? Why did it turn out that way?"

Old Can's face twisted slightly: "You're only focused on your past achievements, have you considered the consequences? Kid, do you want to follow in my footsteps?"

"Even if I were to follow in your footsteps, would it necessarily be a bad thing?" Zhou Wenju laughed. "If I were also torn into eight pieces and thrown off the Abandoned Weapon Cliff to keep you company, it might actually fulfill your grand experiment of 'sacrificing oneself for the cause'."

"So, you're so sure... I'll help you?" Lao Can glared at him.

"I'm not so sure!" Zhou Wenju said. "If you don't want to help, I'll just make him a regular piece of clothing to get by. It's no big deal."

"That's the right way to think. As a scholar, one should always have a broad mind. You should know that grudges and favors can all be swept away by the wind, and it's better to resolve conflicts than to create them. Hmm, your injuries haven't healed yet. Go into that cave over there and rest for a few days."

He raised his finger and pointed to a cave on the left.

"Alright!" Zhou Wenju strode away and entered the cave.

"This old man wanders around freely."

"Please do as you please, senior."

Lao Can went for a walk with a very strange gait.

Although his legs were made of metal, he walked silently beneath the abandoned cliff littered with broken metal.

That's pretty bizarre.

Zhou Wenju blinked his eyelids, and his figure vanished without a trace.

Zhou Wenju took a deep breath and pressed his hand on the wound on the back of his head. It didn't hurt as much anymore, and the wound seemed to have started to close. The speed of healing was a bit strange.

It's probably also related to the fact that he just received Wengen.

In folk terms, "literary cultivation" is called "brain cultivation," which refers to cultivating the brain. When literary energy enters the brain, it greatly enhances hearing, vision, memory, and comprehension. In addition, it has excellent therapeutic effects on head injuries.

We stepped into the cave that Lao Can had pointed out.

Zhou Wenju was a little confused...

From the outside, the cave looked like a wild rabbit's den, desolate beyond description.

But once inside the cave, the experience changes completely.

This is more like a study.

A long row of bookshelves, made of metal.

The bookshelves were full of books.

Some are ancient books, some are handwritten copies...

The faint red light from the furnace shone through the opening, casting the reflection of the bookshelf on the clean and tidy floor.

He casually picked up a handwritten scroll with three words written on the cover: "Forbidden Artifact Technique".

Upon opening it and looking into the dim light of the furnace, Zhou Wenju smiled...

He took a gamble, and he won!

He bet that the old man would help him, and he did!

Why was he so sure that Lao Can would help him?

Because Lao Can suffered too many wounds, and his inner resentment was too strong.

As a top elder of the Mohist school, being dismembered and thrown off the Abandoned Weapon Cliff would make anyone resentful. If he didn't take revenge on society, it would be considered that he was of pure nature. How could you expect him to be truly "broad-minded"?

He had no way to take revenge on the Grand Elder or the Holy Master of the Mo Clan, but how could the resentment that had been festering in his heart for more than thirty years simply disappear?

There are indications that Zhou Wenju intends to make a fuss about the upcoming weapon-forging process.

How could I not help this old man?

Anyway, no matter how big the incident or how bad the consequences, it's Zhou Wenju's own fault, so what does it have to do with him? He doesn't have to take responsibility, he can take revenge on the Mohists, and he can also verify his theory of weaponry. How could Lao Can possibly miss such a good deal?

Zhou Wenju sat down and opened the book "Forbidden Weapon Techniques"...

It was as if a brand new door had opened before him.

He had studied the basic theories of the Way of the Tool.

Therefore, he is a highly talented weapon-wielding expert among the outer disciples.

However, he never expected that there would be so many intricacies in the art of weapon crafting.

Heavenly secrets, earthly energy, the five elements, the six harmonies...

Incredibly complex!

If it were the Zhou Wenju of the past, he wouldn't have been able to understand something so complicated in a short time.

However, Zhou Wenju has now opened the door to literary cultivation. The literary root that has entered his brain may not seem impressive, but its effects are astonishing.

He glanced at it, and all the words were instantly etched into his brain cells. As the roots of the characters connected with all his brain cells, he suddenly understood...

One page, two pages, three pages...

Ten pages, twenty pages, fifty pages...

He watched it with utmost seriousness.

Before we knew it, it was getting bright outside the cave.

The night passed just like that.

Zhou Wenju closed the book "Forbidden Artifact Techniques," looked up, and saw something.

A metal plate appeared on the desk at some unknown time, on which a wild rabbit was roasted until golden brown and still steaming.

Zhou Wenju laughed, reached out and picked up the roasted wild rabbit on the table, and ate it in no time.

After finishing his meal, he raised his hand, and the metal tray flew out of the cave.

In theory, he should have heard the sound of the metal tray falling onto the metal fragments, but there was no sound!