Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

[131] Many Confucian Cultivators Are Dissatisfied. Today We Will See What Wu Ping Can Write (Please

"Do not joke around, demonic cultivators are often cunning and vulgar individuals, how could they possibly gain the recognition of a Saint Weapon?"

Then, the people around explained to those who were unaware.

Everyone was shocked.

But then someone raised a point.

"Demonic cultivators commit numerous evil deeds and kill people indiscriminately, which goes against the conduct of a gentleman. Even if they happen to obtain a miraculous technique, it is impossible for them to gain the recognition of a Saint Weapon. How can such wicked individuals..."

"Wait a minute, I think I've discovered something!"

"Could it be that Wu Ping, although a demonic cultivator, is not truly wicked? Perhaps everything he has done has a source and a reason, which is why he has gained the recognition of a Saint Weapon!?"

"If that's the case, then everything can be explained."

The crowd began to speculate.

In the end, they concluded that Wu Ping had reasons for practicing demonic cultivation.

There must be reasons behind his killings.

Otherwise, his actions would be considered extremely wicked, even if he were born with a demonic nature.

It is said that he is a notorious demonic cultivator who has built his foundation on the souls of others.

There must be reasons behind all of this!

There must be!

Otherwise, he would not have gained the recognition of a Saint Weapon!

How could a wicked person achieve that?

They might be mistaken, but the Saint Weapon that suppresses the talents of the world cannot be wrong.

In other words,

Wu Ping's demonic cultivator persona has collapsed.

On the inverted white divine mountain in the sky,

Wu Ping felt the influx of talent into his body.

In his heart, he finally understood that this was the surprise that Four Eyes had mentioned.

However, this talent...

For Confucian cultivators or cultivators of the world, this talent is a treasure, a supreme treasure!

Those who possess talent are favored by heaven and earth.

Evil spirits cannot approach them.

It can also protect oneself.

Its uses are countless.

But!

No matter how great this talent is, it cannot compare to merit.

No, it should be impossible to compare them at all.

One is in heaven, the other is on earth.

So "five six seven" is quite disappointing.

Tasteless to eat, regretful to discard.

The book beside him, Zhu Yubiao, looked at Wu Ping with a slightly stiff expression.

For Wu Ping's fame spreading throughout the world, he had anticipated it long ago.

But his talent and ability were completely unexpected.

The fundamental reason for this is Wu Ping's identity.

A demonic cultivator.

Killing, doing evil, no matter how you look at it, as a demonic cultivator, you will eventually be tainted by some of it.

And he could tell that Wu Ping has killed many people.

There is a heavy aura of blood and slaughter on him, especially heavy!

This is inconsistent with the Confucian thought of this world.

According to reason, Wu Ping is absolutely impossible to receive talent and ability.

But what is happening now completely overturns Zhu Yubiao's worldview.

A demonic cultivator?

A demonic cultivator who gains notoriety without doing evil!!!?

Even the circulating ballads describing Wu Ping are as bloody as fresh dye.

Now you tell me, Wu Ping doesn't do evil!!?

Thinking it over, Zhu Yubiao finally made a judgment in his heart.

All of this is forced.

Wu Ping's killings and the aura of blood and slaughter on him all have their reasons.

And Simu's expression had already seen through everything.

From the moment he heard Wu Ping say, "Killing to protect life, cutting karma but not cutting people."

He knew that this demonic cultivator, Wu Ping, might be different from ordinary people!

Now, at the Three Thousand Book Pavilion, he witnessed the overflowing talent and ability.

This just confirmed his speculation.

Talent?

If Wu Ping were to reveal his own merits, it would probably shock the world.

Feeling the change in the gazes of the two, Wu Ping looked over.

He roughly understood some information from their eyes: So that's how it is.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? What does that look in your eyes mean?"

They exchanged a knowing glance.

Being in the demon realm but not having one's heart in it, having the name of a demon but not doing demonic things.

Does the Great Buddha resemble a demon, and does the Great Demon resemble a Buddha?

"Thank you, benefactor. I have gained enlightenment."

Shuzhou Yu let out a sigh of relief and said, "Wu Xiong, you've worked hard."

"Hey? What are you two talking about? Why can't I understand?"

"And you, baldy, what have you realized?"

"And what have I worked hard for?"

Wu Ping was full of question marks.

He himself didn't work hard at all.

And this bald donkey keeps having realizations day after day, who knows what shocking and vulgar things he has realized again.

"Wu Xiong, monk, let's go first to avoid any trouble later. When we arrive at my place, we can talk more."

Shuzhou Yu said.

The three of them flew to a beautiful bamboo forest.

Amidst the lush greenery.

There stood a simple farmhouse.

Shuzhou Yu pushed open the courtyard door and said, "Wu Xiong, please don't mind the humble dwelling and the inadequate hospitality. Please forgive me."

Wu Ping followed him inside.

Indeed, this didn't seem like a place where a prodigy should live.

In the past, whenever Wu Ping saw someone, it was always magnificent and splendid, with a mist of immortality and maids walking around.

The place where Shuzhou Yu lived was indeed a bit simple.

But Wu Ping didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

On the contrary, he felt very comfortable in this kind of place and environment.

He casually sat on a nearby wooden chair.

Wu Ping said, "Mountains are not high, but they are famous because of immortals. Waters are not deep, but they are spiritual because of dragons. It's not about whether it's simple or not, but about who lives in it."

"And I really like the artistic conception of the scenery here."

"In this aspect, our tastes are quite similar."

As they spoke, they admired the surrounding scenery.

When they turned around.

The book boat, carrying fine wine and delicacies, stood still in place.

His face was dull.

Before Wu Ping could wake him up, he saw this person instantly put down the vessel containing food in his hand and quickly rushed to Wu Ping.

With excitement in his eyes, he asked, "Wu... Wu Xiong... What about the back?"

"What back?"

"What about using the Dragon Ze Ling? Is there anything behind it? Is there still more?"

Seeing his excited appearance, Wu Ping smiled and said, "Yes."

"Just wait, just wait!"

"Wu Xiong, wait for me, don't start without me, oh!"

He watched as the book boat hurriedly flew away.

Leaving behind the words, "Wu Xiong, wait for me, you must wait for me, I'll be right back, please wait for me!!!"

Wu Ping and Si looked at each other, "What is he doing?"

"I don't know, this book donor, has he gone crazy?"

On the other side,

The book boat rushed straight into the depths of the Three Thousand Book Pavilion.

No matter how people around him called him, he didn't answer.

He just kept rushing forward.

There was no trace of etiquette.

His speed was frightening, as if someone was chasing him from behind.

He directly plunged into a grand hall and searched everywhere.

"Where is it? Where is it?"

Book Boat Jade searched.

Behind him, someone suddenly appeared.

That person bent down and softly asked, "Zhou Yu, what are you looking for?"

Hearing this voice,

Book Boat Jade paused.

He turned around and bowed, "Greetings, Master."

This person was indeed Book Boat Jade's teacher, also the second seat on the right hand side of the Three Thousand Book Pavilion, known as the Eyebrow Master, whom scholars all over the world respectfully called Mr.

"Zhou Yu is looking for the Traveling Dragon Pen, the Flowing Ink, and the Spirit Bamboo Paper."

"Are you still thinking of using the Wenshan Inkstone?"

Xun Master asked.

Shuzhou Yudian nodded.

"It's too early for you to write your own destiny book now, you haven't accumulated enough."

"No, teacher, I want to use them to help my friend with his writing."

Hearing his words, Xun Fuzi's face lit up.

He was his only disciple, and he cherished him dearly.

Although not as doting as Ouyang Zhongmo was to Wu Ping.

But it wasn't much different.

Just a few more rules.

Xun Fuzi was somewhat troubled by Shuzhou Yudian's solitary nature, so he couldn't help but be happy when he heard that he had made a friend.

But he still calmly said, "The Youlong Pen, the Wulai Ink, and the Lingzhu Paper are fine, but the Wenshan Inkstone is your destiny item and a Confucian and Taoist Saint Weapon. Are you going to let others use it?"

Shuzhou Yudian didn't hesitate at all and nodded directly.

He really wanted to know what was behind the dragon's spiritual presence.

And these previous sentences were particularly in line with certain artistic conceptions he pursued.

Coupled with the first poem he wrote with Wu Ping, he definitely had to treat it with more solemnity.

If such excellent verses were written down, they must be well preserved.

In Shuzhou Yudian's heart, only these things could bear the weight.

"So who is your good friend? Do I know him?"

"Wu Ping."

"That name is unfamiliar, he shouldn't be a student of our Three Thousand Book Pavilion, right?"

Xun Fuzi wanted to find out, but he chose not to.

Out of respect, respect for his disciple's good friend.

Respect for his disciple.

Shuzhou Yudian didn't dare to keep any secrets from his teacher, "He is a demonic cultivator from the Seven Blood Sect."

Xun Fuzi's face stiffened.

"But he has received the nourishment of talent, he is not a wicked person."

Xun Fuzi's expression became even more strange.

"A demonic cultivator who has received the nourishment of talent and has become friends with you?"

"Is it the Wu Ping who wrote 'There is a road in the book mountain, hard work is the path in the sea of learning'?"

It was beyond belief, completely beyond belief.

He couldn't imagine how these completely unrelated things could mix together.

Could there be hidden circumstances among them?

A demonic cultivator, recognized by the Saint Weapon, and also receiving the nourishment of talent.

This is simply unimaginable.

Snap.

Crack, it bounced off.

Very fast!!!

Xun Fuzi's fingers inside his bones were hurting from the shock.

His expression was strange: Three???,

What three?

It's a bit strange. His cultivation level is nothing to speak of. Even if he is an immortal, he can still discern some clues, but he can't say or show them.

The three hidden immortals in the void laughed together.

"I bet this little guy will calculate again, hahaha, later it will be the second hahaha."

"Not fair, why is it that when we calculate, it's thunder striking and backlash comes instantly?"

"Nonsense, we are demonic cultivators. If the karma is less, it's fine if we don't get struck by lightning. This little guy is a Confucian cultivator, favored by heaven and earth, with talent bestowed upon him. Who among the scholars in the world doesn't call him a master or a teacher?"

"Hahaha, he's twitching his hand, hahaha."

Xun Fuzi now understood.

First it was three, then two.

If he calculates again, it will be one.

A sense of foreboding emerged in his heart.

The one with great luck, the chaotic heavenly mechanism, loved by heaven and earth, cannot be calculated, cannot calculate. 0

No wonder this Wu Ping could become friends with Zhou Yu.

Xun Fuzi looked at Shu Zhou Yu.

Because the previous person who couldn't be calculated was Shu Zhou Yu.

He was also loved by heaven and earth, with boundless talent, and achieved the Dragon Transformation in thousands of miles, ascending to the heavens in one step.

Heaven has determined the Confucian cultivator.

So since this is someone loved by heaven and earth, it's only natural that he's a bit special, right???

Xun Fuzi felt a bit unsure.

How is Wu Ping just a bit special? This is too special.

He even suspected that the Saint Weapon might be broken.

In the end, he suppressed his thoughts.

He hid his fingers that couldn't be opened inside his sleeve.

"Come, Zhou Yu, this is what you wanted. When your friend writes a wonderful masterpiece, remember to show it to me as well.

"Thank you, Master. Your disciple will definitely show it to Master."

After speaking, Shu Zhouyu flew out of the main hall with something in his hand.

Xun Fuzi shook his head.

He had never seen Shu Zhouyu so impatient before.

Bamboo Sea Cottage.

Shu Zhouyu flew back.

He repeatedly bowed, saying, "Zhouyu has been rude and disrespectful to Brother Wu. Please forgive me, Brother Wu."

"It's alright, it's alright. But why were you in such a hurry just now?" Wu Ping asked.

Shu Zhouyu turned his hand and took out what he had just obtained from Xun Fuzi.

Wu Ping didn't recognize these good things, but he recognized them at first sight.

"Dragon Traveling Pen, Interchangeable Ink, and Spirit Bamboo Paper?"

"Benefactor, you have such generous gifts."

He hadn't seen them before, but he had heard of them. Wu Ping had read so many books during this period of time, not in vain.

The Dragon Traveling Pen was made from the forehead hair of a Flood Dragon that had become a climate in the Heaven Connecting River.

The Interchangeable Ink was condensed from the first touch of black at the moment of the rotation of the heavens, earth, sun, and moon.

As for the last Spirit Bamboo Paper, it was made from the matured bamboo of the Three Thousand Book Pavilion that had been growing for a thousand years.

With these three items, they were worth at least a few thousand Ling Sui.

But that's not all.

Shu Zhouyu turned his hand, and a simple and ancient inkstone appeared in his hand.

Wu Ping was even more surprised, exclaiming, "Wenshan Inkstone!?"

He really didn't expect that Shu Zhouyu would even bring out a Saint Weapon.

With a lift of his hand, the Spiritual Weapon gathered.

It fell to the ground and formed a square table. Shu Zhouyu reached out and made a gesture of invitation, saying, "Brother Wu, please, let me grind the ink for you."

Wu Ping was helpless.

The sincerity had reached this point.

What else could he say?

These good things, if it weren't for Shu Zhouyu bringing them out, he might never have used them in his lifetime.

There was no need for them in this aspect.

The Spirit Bamboo Paper was spread out.

As the Interchangeable Ink fell onto the Wenshan Inkstone.

Under a gentle grinding motion,

The heavens and earth were instantly dyed with a dense and warm ink color.

The fragrance of paper and ink can drift for thousands of miles.

The talent of the Wenshan inkstone slowly emerges,

Giving people a sense of clarity, focus, and concentration.

With this,

They finally managed to capture the attention of half of the students in the three thousand study rooms.

Although most people couldn't afford the expensive ink and bamboo paper, they had seen others use them.

They were very familiar with the taste and appearance.

And whenever these two were combined, it meant that a senior brother or an elder was writing.

"Let's go, let's go together to witness and see which senior brother is writing."

"It's coming from the Bamboo Sea."

"Hahaha, there must be a senior brother, or maybe an elder. They must have been inspired by the previous display of talent. Let's go and enjoy the sight."

"That senior brother probably thinks that the talent of our three thousand study rooms has been stirred by outsiders, and he wants to compare with Wu Ping. As they say, there is no first in literature, and no second in martial arts."

"This is going to be interesting."

"Huh, talent? Does it really take talent to circulate in the sky like this? Now this senior brother is truly inspired, surpassing Wu Ping!"

"It should have been like this. Wu Ping is a demonic cultivator, and I don't know why he can stir the sacred object and display his talent. It's a disgrace to our scholarly traditions. But now, our senior brother from the three thousand study rooms has also come out..."

"Let's see how much talent he has before making any judgments."

"Well, we can't say it like that. We are all scholars, how can we harbor jealousy and slander? I hope everyone in the world has the opportunity to read, whether they practice magic or Buddhism. When someone wants to read, you can't possibly stop them, right? Are we going to divide the study of the classics into three religions and nine schools?"

"Yes, yes, Senior Brother is right. Junior Brother just feels that a practitioner of magic can possess talent, and I feel a bit unconvinced in my heart."

"Senior Brother is not trying to lecture you, no need to be like this. Because even I am unconvinced."

Although they wouldn't use harsh words against Wu Ping, as scholars, they still maintained their composure.

But as for Wu Ping, who accomplished what they, as scholars, couldn't achieve, they couldn't accept it.

Even if he possessed talent, they still couldn't accept it and wanted to compare themselves.

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The stubborn duck insists on its own opinion, at most it's just a half-serving, and it has to be compared to Wu Ping winning for this result, otherwise it's considered not accepting it.

The flowing light that rises from the three thousand study rooms all falls into the bamboo sea.

But when they arrived, everyone's expression changed.

In the bamboo sea courtyard, dressed in blood-stained clothes as if newly dyed, a divine blood python coiled around his body, the identity of the person holding the brush is self-evident.

"How come it's Wu Ping again!?"

"Write! I want to see what you can write today. You even dare to let Shuzhou Yuxi brother grind ink for you!"

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