Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 257 Feeding on Holy Power

In the academy.

Feng Qingyan had also heard about Helianshan's affairs, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He was a dignified virtual saint, how noble he was, why did he need to explain to others?
Moreover, the Six Ministers of the Holy Palace are the six ministers of his palace.

Who did he appoint as the Six Ministers? What right did others have to comment? Besides, he only appointed one of the Six Ministers.

But he ignored it, and the noise outside became even louder.

Outside the gate of the academy, or on the Junzi Bridge, or on the banks of the Lingshui River, there were many scholars and men of letters waiting, wanting to compete with Helian Shan.

In the Piyuan.

"Brother, Brother Helian's incident has caused such a big stir, I'm afraid someone is fanning the flames." In the pavilion, Mu Yu pondered for a moment and said, "I heard that many students are coming from all over the place, intending to suppress Brother Helian with courtesy."

"a lot of?"

Feng Qingyan was a little surprised.

Mu Yu nodded and said, "Many students have come to Bocheng, even from the top ten academies."

Feng Qingyan smiled. What if there were more?
He can suppress it with just one word.

In the eyes of others, he is now an extremely terrifying existence, representing the authority of the world, controlling the life and death or future of countless people...

"Many people want to use Brother Helian to become famous, or they wonder what merits and abilities Brother Helian has to be favored by the canonization."

Mu Yu smiled.

“They are not convinced.”

Feng Qingyan smiled and asked, "By the way, has the time for the Tenth Courtyard Pibi been decided?"

"It's settled. The last day of September."

Mu Yu said.

"But are you confident?"

Feng Qingyan asked after a moment of hesitation.

"Senior brother..."

Mu Yu smiled bitterly.

In the piano competition among the ten academies, Zangshan Academy has no chance of turning the tide, after all, the foundation is far too far behind.

In the current Fengming Qin Society, how many people are qualified as Qin players?
Among the zither societies of the ten great academies, how many people are not qualified zither players?
Even if Feng Qingyan was made a virtual saint, he would be powerless.

If it was in the past, Fengming Qin Club would have lost, and it would not have been a big deal. But after Feng Qingyan was promoted to Virtual Saint, things were a little different.

After all, Fengming Qin Society was founded by Xu Sheng.

And now, Xu Sheng is still the president of Fengming Qin Society...

"It's okay, I can win it back in two years." Feng Qingyan thought for a while and said, "In two years, maybe we can catch up with the Qin Clubs of the top ten academies."

Mu Yu nodded in approval.

As long as she has two years, she has enough confidence...

Not long after, Feng Qingyan left Piyuan and returned to his own Jiaziyuan.

Behind him, in addition to Lord Xiaobai who followed him from time to time, there were two figures, one middle-aged and one old, holding pens. They were the two young historians sent by Confucianism.

Most of the time, Feng Qingyan allowed the Shao Shi Ling to record his every word and action.

Just like what I said to Mu Yu just now.

However, when he entered the back hall to talk with his teacher, he no longer allowed the left and right young historians to follow him.

Although the left and right young historians wanted to record everything about Feng Qingyan, the Void Saint would not allow it, and there was nothing they could do...

After all, it is impossible to record even Xu Sheng’s bathing and changing of clothes.

This is impossible.

"gentlemen."

After returning to Jiaziyuan, Jiuge came out.

"Jiuge, how about I give you a task to do?" Feng Qingyan seemed to have thought of something, and said as he walked.

"Sir, what's the matter?"

Jiuge was looking forward to it, and followed behind and said, "No matter what it is, Jiuge can do it."

"Xiaobai will shed a drop of golden liquid every day. You will be responsible for collecting the golden liquid in the jade bottle. How about it?" Feng Qingyan said.

"it is good."

Jiuge nodded immediately.

At this time, Feng Qingyan stopped, thought for a moment, and said, "Every month, leave one drop for the students or teachers of the academy, and give the remaining one-third to the academy, and two-thirds to the Holy Palace."

"Okay." Jiuge said after thinking about it.

"noob."

Feng Qingyan shouted.

Xiaobai came from the direction of the holy temple and started licking Feng Qingyan like a puppy.

Feng Qingyan touched Xiaobai's head and said, "Xiaobai, I will let Jiuge collect the golden liquid that will flow out in the future. You have to cooperate. Do you understand?"

Xiaobai narrowed his eyes, glanced at Jiuge and nodded.

"Master Xiaobai."

Jiuge stepped forward cautiously and saluted.

"Xiaobai, Jiuge is my servant, do you understand?" Feng Qingyan hesitated and said, "Don't embarrass Jiuge."

Xiaobai nodded reluctantly, then looked at Feng Qingyan eagerly.

At this time Feng Qingyan also felt helpless. Although the Qilin feeds on literary energy, only holy power can make the Qilin grow.

To be precise, Qilin feeds on holy power.

Literary energy is just its snack, while holy power is its staple food.

This made Feng Qingyan unable to afford it.

How much holy power does he have now?
Because the holy art "Sitting and Discussing the Dao" created four styles, he had four sources of holy power. That is, each style of holy art could continuously generate a ray of holy power...

Among them, the first form is the one that generates holy power the fastest.

Because the first type of sacred technique has the most practitioners, it generates the most sacred power.

At this time, he had only accumulated dozens of strands of holy power, and he had to feed about one strand every day. Moreover, as Xiaobai grew up, he would need to feed more in the future, even in units of Dao.

Ten thousand threads become one.

Feng Qingyan squatted down, and a strand of extremely holy white silk appeared at his fingertips, which seemed to be emitting dazzling light and contained an extremely terrifying aura.

This shocked the historians on both sides behind him, and their eyes widened.

This made them tremble inside.

Is this the holy power?
Xiaobai was overjoyed when he saw this, and he sucked the white silk thread into his mouth.

A face full of enjoyment.

This?
The historians on both sides could not help but stare at him.

Qilin devours holy power?

"May I ask, does the Qilin feed on holy energy?" At this moment, You Shi Ling could not help hesitating and asked out loud.

Feng Qingyan was a little surprised when he heard this.

The left and right historians never speak on their own initiative, let alone ask anything.

All they have to do is record.

I didn't expect that he would speak at this time.

"The Qilin does feed on holy power. Only holy power can make the Qilin grow." Feng Qingyan stood up and looked at the Shi Lings on his left and right in surprise, and said, "Don't you know?"

"I don't know."

The historians on both sides shook their heads.

"This shouldn't be the case."

Feng Qingyan was a little surprised when he heard this.

Qilin was not considered very rare before the saint retired, so how could he not know about it?
"After the saint retired, many documents were lost."

Zuo Shiling pondered for a moment and said.

"In fact, this is also one of the reasons why the Tianguan Palace sent us to be the Saint's Junior Historian." The Right Historian hesitated and said, "Now we can no longer view the saint's daily life documents..."

"Why is it missing?" Feng Qingyan was even more surprised.

"We don't know either."

Zuo Shiling shook his head.

Feng Qingyan was filled with doubts.

Could it be that something major happened in the world after the sage retired?

That’s why the literature is missing?
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(End of this chapter)