Zhou Wen couldn't help but sit down, became one of those people, and read aloud with them.

Zhou Wen's recitation was thrust and he felt like he was familiar with his heart, but he had no idea what he read.

Fortunately, the mysterious power of Fuziping was not harmful. He just let him sit there and study, and no further situation happened. Zhou Wendao was not in a hurry to get rid of the control of this mysterious power. He wanted to figure out what this mysterious power was going to do first.

There were more than a hundred people sitting on the huge Confucius Square, and they all seemed to be practicing. Zhou Wen thought it was not a coincidence that they came here.

"Why is it not written in Kongshan's information that Fuziping has such a strange power?" Zhou Wen recited while studying the content he recited.

The content is very awkward and difficult to understand. The grammar and word use are very different from modern people. It is obviously an ancient article.

Zhou Wen's literary cultivation is very average. He can understand some simple ancient Chinese texts, but he really can't understand such awkward and difficult ancient Chinese texts.

Zhou Wen had also studied ancient Chinese texts in Taoism and Buddhism before, but this type of ancient Chinese text is obviously not the same system as the two. I have never heard of many words, and after listening to them for a long time, I still couldn't figure out what it means.

Originally, Zhou Wen wanted to write down the article he had recited and study it slowly later, but soon he found that no matter how he remembered it, he could not remember a word.

After memorizing one sentence, it seemed as if it had disappeared directly from his memory and had no way to remember it.

"It seems that you can only use the recording method." Zhou Wen wanted to take out his phone and record his voice with his phone.

But I found that my body was not in charge at all and could only sit there and recite, and could not do anything else.

Zhou Wen's thoughts moved and switched the Yuanqi Technique to the Taoist Technique. He wanted to use the power of the gods to avoid it to break the rules of Confucius Ping so that he could take out his mobile phone to record it.

Bang!

Zhou Wen had just switched to Taoist Technique, and suddenly felt a terrifying force hitting him like lightning, and the jade infant was almost cracked.

Zhou Wen's body rolled down from Fuziping like a balloon. Fortunately, after leaving Fuziping, Zhou Wen regained control of his body and quickly stabilized his body.

He opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of blood. His internal organs were severely traumatized, and some bones had cracks. Zhou Wen was shocked: "Is this forbidden power of Fuziping so domineering?"

But after thinking about it carefully, I feel something is wrong.

The taboo power of Huangquan City is already very terrifying, and it is not as strong as this. The taboo power of Fuziping is no longer explained by a strong word. Zhou Wen feels more like Fuziping's taboo power is targeting him.

"Wait, I seem to understand." Zhou Wen suddenly remembered.

Legend has it that Kongshan is a place where Confucianism and Taoism compete for victory, and Confucius Ping is the territory of Confucianism. He used Taoism on Confucius Ping, and most of the time, he was really targeted.

"If I say so, I should go to Laojun to take a look. It is the Taoist territory." Zhou Wen wanted to stand up, but his body was too severely injured. As soon as he moved, he bared his teeth and cracked his mouth.

"Let's cure the injury first." Zhou Wen switched to the soul of the Ancient Emperor of Nisheng and used the powerful vitality of the Ancient Emperor of Nisheng to repair the injured internal organs and bones.

However, the Ancient Emperor of Rebirth only has strong vitality and his self-healing speed is far less than that of Li Xuan's soul.

The antelope looked at Zhou Wen gloatingly, as if this guy had known the mystery on the Fuziping long ago.

The bird jumped on the rocks next to it, and it was full of curiosity about everything.

"Are you okay?" A woman in her thirties came over and squatted down to look at Zhou Wen sitting there and asked.

"It's okay, a little bit of injury." Zhou Wen shook his head and said.

The woman smiled and said, "You are from another place. Isn't you here in Confuciusping, Kongshan for the first time?"

"How do you know?" Zhou Wen asked.

"Every locals know that you cannot use Taoist Yuanqi Art on the Fuziping. You must have used Taoist Yuanqi Art just now before you will be beaten out." The woman explained.

The reading was over, and those who were sitting on the Fuziping Square had returned to normal, and they were walking down in groups of three or three from the Fuziping Square.

Their eyes looked at Zhou Wen with a smile. Obviously, like women, they all knew why Zhou Wen was beaten out.

"Master Ping is a holy place for practicing Confucian Yuanqi Techniques such as Haoran Zhengqi. If you practice Taoist Yuanqi Techniques, you should go to Laojun to take over."

The woman thought about it and reminded: "There is an hour of reading time every day in Fuziping. If you want to visit, it will be fine if you miss this hour and go up."

"Thank you for your advice. I wonder if there are any taboos on Laojun?" Zhou Wen asked hurriedly.

"Is this the truth? Laojun has Taoist books on top, but it depends entirely on self-understanding. No power will force you." The woman looked at Zhou Wen and said, "You seem to be hurt very much. Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

"No, no, I'll just take a break." Zhou Wen hurriedly thanked the woman for her kindness.

After the woman left, Zhou Wen sat there to recuperate, but the injury was too severe. He waited until the next day, the woman and many people who practiced the Confucian Yuanqi came to Fuziping again. Zhou Wen's injuries had not yet healed completely.

"Why are you still here? Is it really okay?" the woman looked at Zhou Wen in surprise and asked.

Generally speaking, even those who are beaten will not be injured too seriously.

"It's okay, I just saw the beautiful scenery here and wanted to rest more here." Zhou Wen said with a smile.

Most people do not hurt so much, but Zhou Wen not only used Taoist techniques, but also used the gods to avoid it. He wanted to break the taboo power of Fuziping, so he was hurt so much.

Seeing that Zhou Wen's face was much better than yesterday, the woman said nothing. Like everyone else, she sat on the floor on the Fuziping. Soon, Zhou Wen heard the familiar sound of reading again.

Those people basically come to Fuziping to study every day. Zhou Wen chatted with the woman several times and knew that others called her noble sister.

According to Guijie, studying on the Fuziping has the effect of twice the result with half the effort in practicing the Confucian Yuanqi Art. However, there are very few people who practice the Confucian Yuanqi Art now, so the people who come to the Fuziping to study every day are basically acquaintances and have known each other long ago.

After more than two days, Zhou Wen finally repaired the injuries on his body, but the injuries on his body were second, mainly the injuries on Yuying's body, and he has only fully recovered now.

After the recovery, Yuying gave Zhou Wen a strange feeling, and seemed to have a vague sign of breaking through.
Chapter completed!