How can one cultivate immortality without learning modern knowledge?

He stepped onto the third step of Wenxiu's journey.

Wenxiu is so wonderful.

The first step: the realm of literary roots. It has no outward manifestation, but simply enhances one's comprehension, memory, and mental agility.

At this stage, if a literary cultivator and a pulse cultivator of the same realm were to fight, the pulse cultivator could easily beat the literary cultivator to a pulp.

The second step: the literary realm, which already has some outward manifestations. For example, you don't need to carry a lighter when you go out; you can start a fire in the wild with just a piece of gold paper. As for whether a lighter or gold paper is more cost-effective... that's another topic.

At this stage, fighting won't work. There's a saying, "When a scholar meets a soldier, reason is useless." This describes this stage. The scholar corresponds to the second stage, where one generally tries to reason with others. So why does he always complain about encountering a soldier and how frustrating it is to "not be able to reason with them"? It's because he can't beat them. If he could beat them, it wouldn't be him who would be frustrated; it would be someone else who would be frustrated.

The third step, the Wenshan Realm, is the stage where one can truly demonstrate the divine power of literature.

Finally, we can fight!

Because his literary aura can be projected outwards, transforming into invisible sword energy.

If he were to face Dao Shan, who was at the Pulse Cultivation Realm, although he would lose more often than he would win overall, it wouldn't be a one-sided defeat.

Moreover, Wen Shan has some god-level skills that are beginning to emerge. For example, he can transmit his thoughts through literature and retrieve objects from a distance, which are things that other cultivators of the same level cannot do.

Finally, I leveled up again.

Finally, Wenxiu has some practical value.

Zhou Wenju was overjoyed, but also had some doubts...

Last time Dao Hai went fishing, he opened a three-foot-wide channel, which was more than ten times larger than this time in terms of scale, but it did not cause his literary world to collapse.

This time the commotion was quite small, but the effect was surprisingly good.

Why?

His consciousness sank into his sea of ​​knowledge, trying to grasp the newly acquired literary energy. Soon, he discovered the difference.

This newly acquired literary spirit, compared to the previous one, is less ethereal and more sharp. This sharpness carries... the aura of the Mohists!

His heart skipped a beat, connecting the dots of his past journey.

By writing poetry, he acquired literary talent.

By writing lyrics, he built a literary empire.

This foray into the world of calligraphy and painting elevates the literary scene to a new level.

Does this mean that only by forging a new path in the path of literary cultivation can one achieve extraordinary advancement in one's realm?

It's not just about accumulating literary talent?

This was just a sudden inspiration for him.

No one could verify it for him.

Because on the path of literary cultivation, everyone else was showered with blessings, while he, the unlucky fellow, was stuck fishing with a broken fishing rod...

A voice in dark purple robes reached his ears: "It's finally done!"

Zhou Wenju cleared his mind of the complicated thoughts and turned his gaze to Mo Ziyi.

Her face showed immense satisfaction.

Zhou Wenju's expression immediately became somewhat complicated: "You're very pleased?"

"Shouldn't you be pleased?" Mo Ziyi raised her beautiful eyes.

"I think... people of the Mohist school shouldn't have such pure feelings." Zhou Wenju's words seemed cryptic, but he actually understood.

"You created these guns; you should be the one to create them!" Mo Ziyi said. "Although the Mo family is renowned for its weapons, it is a disgrace for the Mo family to lose such important weapons to another family. However, the Mo family is also one of the eighteen schools of literature. On the path of sages, respecting teachers and valuing the Way, and not taking advantage of or deceiving others are the bottom line. How can the bottom line be compromised?"

This statement is no longer ambiguous; it's stated outright: although the Mohists very much wanted to be the originators of firearms, people still need to adhere to principles. What's yours is yours, and what's not yours isn't. Forcibly seizing patents and registering them is unethical...

Zhou Wenju raised his teacup: "I deeply admire the poise of the lady in purple! I toast you with tea instead of wine!"

"Brother Zhou, I have to say something about this..." Rou'er said, "My young lady has never been a rigid person. She won't fight you for it because it's you, but if it were someone else, do you think she would fight for it or not..."

Mo Ziyi glared at her: "What are you talking about? Do you think I'm the type to steal things?"

Rou'er felt wronged: "For example, you beat me to it when Brother Zhou wrote that poem for me..."

OMG……

Mo Ziyi raised her hand, wanting to punch her, but in the end, she could only press her hand to her forehead...

You brat.

It was you who said it that day; that poem was originally a gift from the young master, and you were just used as a turning point.

Your master's animals return to their original owners.

You did this to me right in front of them...

Suddenly, Mo Ziyi turned her gaze back and stared at the courtyard gate.

Two people arrived at the gate of the courtyard; they were clearly ordinary villagers.

Mo Ziyi was somewhat puzzled.

He opened a fishing trail in the sea—how high-class and sophisticated! It was not surprising at all that scholars from Qishan County came to visit him. However, the person who came was not a scholar, but a rough-looking villager whose identity was obviously very obvious.

Surely Qishan wouldn't stoop to such extremes?

Are the villagers also interested in Daohai?

Zhou Wenju stood up, walked a few steps to the courtyard gate, and opened it: "Third brother, what brings you here?"

The people who came were Zhang San, a villager from Hexi, as well as Xu Hai and Li Jun.

"Young master, something has happened!" Zhang San said in a low voice.

"What is it?"

"One of the patrol team members in the Hexi Valley died, and his gun was taken away," Zhang San said.

Zhou Wenju's face darkened!

Xu Hai added, "If it were just He Laoqi who died, we would never dare to disturb you, young master. But since his gun is missing, we feel we must inform you."

Li Jun spoke up: "Yes, things have been very strange in the Hexi Valley these past few days. We always felt that someone was active in the jungle, but we couldn't find them. Now it's confirmed; someone definitely had malicious intentions. If this murderer's target was guns, and they were replicating this kind of weapon, then this matter is extremely serious..."

Zhou Wenju let out a soft breath...

Actually, he had this premonition too.

The spear, this divine weapon, has now stirred up a storm throughout the city, alarming the imperial court, the Mohist school, and who knows how many other sects and forces it has also disturbed.

It's impossible to defend against it.

Because the villagers have no way to defend themselves against those top-tier forces. Not to mention the villagers, even Zhou Wenju himself couldn't defend himself against them.

Losing the gun was inevitable!

Now they've indeed lost their gun!

"Young master, is there any way to find this person? We need to get the gun back!" Zhang San said.

Zhou Wenju pondered: "There are only a few groups of people who harbor ill intentions towards guns, and they will be exposed sooner or later. But right now, it's..."

His voice was interrupted by a voice behind him: "It doesn't need to be sooner or later; we can expose him today!"

Dark purple robes!

She and Rou'er arrived behind Zhou Wenju in no time.

Zhang San stared at Mo Ziyi in surprise. They were speaking in hushed tones by the courtyard gate, yet this woman, who was drinking tea in the red pavilion five zhang away, had heard everything.

Who is this?

"Today?" Zhou Wenju frowned.

He was certain that one day in the future he would find out which force had committed this heinous act, because as he said, there were only a few groups who coveted the guns, and they would be exposed sooner or later.

But that will take time.

Not today.

But Mo Ziyi said "today"!

"You are also a person of literature, you should know that above the path of literature, there is a divine power called: Looking Back Through the Ages!" Mo Ziyi said, "Let's go, to the scene!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a small green boat appeared beneath her feet.

Zhou Wenju, Zhang San, and Rou'er boarded the Qingzhou boat together.

Following Zhang San's directions, Qingzhou appeared on Xiliang Mountain in a flash.

Zhang San and the other two stared wide-eyed...

My goodness! This woman, who was drinking tea with the young master at the Red Pavilion and was so beautiful that she seemed otherworldly, was actually a highly accomplished scholar, and an unbelievably accomplished one at that.

"The fairy is right here!" Xu Hai pointed to a large tree.

That's where they found He Laoqi's body.

At this point, of course, the body was no longer there...

Mo Ziyi's eyes flashed, and the green boat she had just been sitting on suddenly transformed into a green ruler. The green ruler shook in the air, bending and twisting, and turned into a single word: Return!

As soon as the character "回" was uttered, a powerful force of literature and art emerged.

The space in front of me seems to have turned back time.

Presenting the scene that just passed...

Zhou Wenju's heart pounded...

Literature is truly wondrous.

The first three realms are incomparable to the combat power of other cultivators at the same level, but the later the realm, the more unpredictable it becomes.

The fourth realm, the Literary Mind Realm, is already superior to the Dao Mind Realm of the same level.

The fifth realm, the Literary Flower Realm, is incomparable to the Dao Flower Realm of the same level; it is almost a complete crushing defeat.

She is the pinnacle of the Wenhua realm!

Why does the art of refining become increasingly miraculous in its later stages?

Because of his literary cultivation, he possesses the power of rules.

For example, "looking back on history" carries the law of "time"...

Looking back, the scene that just passed is clearly presented.

Old He carried a gun and patrolled the mountain.

Suddenly, a drop of ink, like a dewdrop above, fell onto his brow.

Without uttering a sound, He Laoqi collapsed to the ground.

A flying shuttle appeared in the void...

As soon as the flying shuttle appeared, Mo Ziyi and Rou'er's expressions suddenly turned extremely ugly.

Zhou Wenju stared at the two people who appeared in the void, his expression turning grim.

He didn't recognize the two people, but he recognized the clothes.

The Mohists!

One was an inner sect elder, and the other was a personal disciple.

And this flying shuttle is also the "Thousand-Fold Cloud-Piercing Shuttle" of the Mohist school. The "Thousand-Fold" refers to the "Thousand-Character Chamber" among the seven chambers. The flying shuttle comes with its own magic array. When outsiders enter, there are layers of obstacles, hence the name "Thousand-Fold". He also studied it in detail.

With a flick of his wrist, the disciple caused He Laoqi's gun to fly into the air and land in his palm.

The two turned around, entered the shuttle, and didn't look at He Laoqi again.

Clearly, that's what they wanted—the gun.

Mo Ziyi's face was ashen, and with a gentle wave of her hand, the beauty of spring and autumn came to an abrupt end.

Zhang San and his two companions suddenly realized what was happening: "Young Master, it's them..."

Zhou Wen raised his hand slightly: "There's no need to say anything more right now. Here are three hundred taels of silver notes. Please help He Laoqi's family on my behalf and tell them..."

His voice trailed off.

Zhang San and the other two stared at him blankly...

"...Please accept my condolences!" Zhou Wenju uttered two words softly.

The only words everyone was waiting for were: "Please accept our condolences."

Xu Hai and Li Jun seemed to want to ask a few more questions, but Zhang San directly took the silver notes from Zhou Wenju's hand: "Don't worry, young master, I'll go right away!"

With a pull, Xu Hai and Li Jun, the three of them descended the mountain.

The mountain peak was as quiet as night.

After a long silence, Mo Ziyi let out a soft breath: "You recognize this flying shuttle, and you also recognize the clothes they're wearing. Actually, this 'third brother' just now guessed that you were in a difficult position, so he didn't refuse the compensation that you shouldn't have had to provide, and just took the money and left, right?"

"Yes!" Zhou Wenju replied.

"You originally wanted to tell He Laoqi's family that you would avenge them and let the deceased rest in peace, but in the end you only said two words, 'Please accept my condolences,' only because of me, right?"

"You overestimate me!" Zhou Wenju said. "I, a mere commoner, would hardly dare to speak of seeking revenge against someone from the inner circle of the Mohist school. I simply want to know, who is this young master?"

"The eldest son of the Grand Elder, Mo Sanchun, is known as the number one young master of the Mo family's weaponry!" Mo Ziyi said.

"Mo Sanqiu's elder brother?"

"Exactly!" Mo Ziyi said, "This Grand Elder is truly a model father for all, paving the way for his children. He paved the way for Sanqiu in the early stages, and the Nanyang Poetry Gathering, which he tailored for her, was completely ruined by you. And today..."

She didn't continue.

Zhou Wenju smiled faintly: "Today, in order to help this number one person in weaponry achieve his goal, he paved the way for Sanchun. If you hadn't suddenly come to Lingnan, he would have been the one to create the spear."

"Floating clouds drift across the land, swirling to the sky, within which lie countless knots..." The man in purple slowly raised his gaze: "Young master, your entry into this world is destined to make you stand out from the crowd, and the winds will surely bring you down!"

"Actually, you're the same!" Zhou Wenju said. "I can hardly imagine what kind of welcome ceremony awaits you when you return to Moxin Peak."

With his intelligence, he certainly understood.

Mo Sanchun's arrival, even if "unethical," ultimately stemmed from a desire to protect the reputation of the Mohist school, representing "political correctness" within the Mohist community.

Mo Ziyi, having traveled thousands of miles to warn him beforehand, preemptively seized the opportunity at a crucial juncture, allowing Zhou Wenju to claim the crown of the originator of the spear. Even if this demonstrated objectivity and fairness, it still objectively dealt a severe blow to the reputation of the Mo family and ruined their grand plan.

In principle, she is right.

But in terms of stance, she was clearly biased.

If she returns to the Mo family, she will surely face trial!

"You don't need to worry about my affairs!" Mo Ziyi said. "I still have my elder brother, and I still have my brothers and sisters from the Mo family. What about you? Who do you have?"

Her voice drifted in softly.

At the summit, it seemed as if winter had ended abruptly, and spring had arrived in full bloom.

Looking into those concerned eyes, Zhou Wenju was speechless for a moment...

A voice replied, "Miss! Doesn't Brother Zhou have you?"

"Ah?" Mo Ziyi seemed to snap out of her daze, her face instantly turning red...

"Oh, Miss, your face is red! Brother Zhou, look!"

tom!

A kick flew over and landed squarely on Rou'er's buttocks.

Rou'er screamed and fell off the cliff.

My goodness!

This even resulted in a death.

As soon as Zhou Wenju stood up, he was about to leap to his rescue.

However, a strange change suddenly occurred.

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