Chapter 16 Struggle for the Heavenly Gate on Swing

　　Zhang Yan's words left no room for error, and Shen Jing Yue's following could not be said, but he was not annoyed, and smiled faintly, saying, "Zhang junior brother, take care of yourself." 　　He turned around and stepped down from the stage, before long, the round and chubby Zhang Zhen slowly walked up to the earth stage, but he was originally not good at words, after giving a modest salute, he and Zhang Yan each took their respective seats as guests and hosts. 　　Zhang Zhen to the first piece of star monument to look at, the first piece of star monument is divided into nine sections of three chapters, more than 10,000 words, he had secretly read a few eyes in the previous meeting of the law. 　　Now look again, but found that the words like ants and insects climbing just a few glances, his heart rose a vomiting feeling of boredom, hastily took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his mind, took out a pair of good bamboo chips from his sleeve to prepare for the deduction of the interpretation, unintentionally he glanced at Zhang Yan, but he could not help but be struck by a stunned. 　　Only to see Zhang Yan at this moment has been in the desk table writing, the heart can not help but wonder, what is this doing? 　　Not only was he puzzled, sitting on the stage, including Shen Jingyue, all the sect disciples were also puzzled, not knowing what this Zhang Yan to make a mystery? 　　To say that Zhang Yan has begun to decipher the etching, the crowd is not believe, bamboo chips not to mention, but also pen so fast, this is not like in the deduction of the etching, but like in the transcription of the article. 　　In fact, Zhang Yan's deduction of the Star Tablet was not much different from transcribing an article at this time. 　　This time, he was alone in the battle against the Guangyuan Sect, and on the surface, he was relaxed, as if he had everything under control, but in reality, where would he be half-relaxed? Almost as soon as he came up, he did his best, sinking his consciousness into the remnant jade, and frantically deducing at an extremely fast speed. 　　Only after he had gained something from the jade, the content immediately flowed out from his pen, so in the eyes of outsiders, Zhang Yan's action was simply incredible. 　　Zhang Zhen watched Zhang Yan's movements for a few moments and then didn't dare to look at him anymore, and it suddenly occurred to him that this was Zhang Yan's strategy to mess up his mind. He decided not to pay attention to it, and after making a few adjustments in his mind, he projected according to the Guangyuan School's calculation method. 　　At this moment, Zhang Yan also have no time to pay attention to this side, just write down the first words, his body's qi inexplicably moved, and then to his limbs and bones to travel over, this experience is very wonderful, as if he has been merged with the heavens as one, the body reflects the star orbit, the great thousands of changes, can not help but look condensed, doubly careful up. 　　But not long after, his reverence for the star monument was greatly reduced, from the original fear and trembling of the psychological state of relief, the heart of a "just so" feeling. 　　This was not Zhang Yan's arrogance, but he had already glimpsed some of the wonders of this deduction. 　　When deducing the Star Tablet, the qi will follow your interpretation of the etchings together with the running change, the internal qi movement, they want to around that is very difficult, but here there is a difficulty, that is, if you have completed the previous step of the breath walk, and the corresponding next step is not in time to deduce and out, then the qi will be confused out of order, into disorder. 　　This is like a galloping horse being driven forward, and you have to keep paving the way for it and building bridges, and you can't stop at will. 　　This was a dangerous situation for those who did not have a high level of attainment in etchings, but for those who were fast enough to decipher etchings, it was nothing. 　　This was Zhang Yan's specialty, and with the residual jade, he had almost no chance of miscalculation, not to mention that the deduction time was more than ten times that of a normal person, and the occasional difficulty was also a leap of faith, without any stagnation. 　　In this situation, he can let go of his mind, experience the qi operation brought about by the subtle feeling, as he gradually familiar with the laws of these breath walking, he also slowly have their own realization. 　　It was said that the engraving of the star tablet corresponded to the star track of the hour, but it did not seem so to him. 　　In his interpretation, there were a few etchings that had appeared over and over again, and each time they appeared, the breath walk was constantly repeated. 　　According to this, it seemed that by observing and meditating on these few specific eclipses he could drive the chi on its own. 　　Just as he was thinking this, a few of the densely packed etchings on the star tablet gradually brightened up in his eyes! He had a sudden realization in his heart, this was not a star track operation, this was clearly a statement used by the ancient Taoist virtuoso to elucidate the connection between the etchings and the Heavenly Dao! 　　Doesn't this mean that those legends are true, and as long as a person penetrates the eclipsed text, he will be able to climb up the Great Dao and reach the Heavenly Gate? 　　Thinking of this, Zhang Yan concentrated even more, single-mindedly memorizing the qi routes that corresponded to the etchings, ready to study them in depth when he had the time. About an hour later, the first chapter of about three thousand words of etchings he has finished reading, the surging breath in the body suddenly gave a break, automatically returned to the dantian, obviously a cycle has ended, if you move again, it is the beginning of another. Up to this point, Zhang Yan is still not finished. 　　At this time he thought of his own duel with Zhang Zhen, raised his eyes to look, but found that the other side of the pale face, shortness of breath, wide fat body trembling more than, in the hands of the bamboo chip is not too stable, as if at any time may fall down, obviously trapped in which can not extricate themselves. 　　But let Zhang Yan surprised is, this body wide fat young cultivator although looks shaky, but never really fell, but insisted on through the first level. 　　Zhang Zhen gasped and stood up, he raised his cuffs, wiped the sweat on his head, and wanted to exchange the release text in his hand with Zhang Yan to watch, but found that the previous paragraph had all been soaked with his own sweat, and the handwriting became blurred, and he could not help but face the color of embarrassment. 　　Zhang Yan did not care, smiled and reached out to take it, and handed over his own interpretation to the other party. 　　Zhang Zhen carefully looked at the eye, found that both from the comprehension of the star tablet understanding and the words between the lines of the calm and unhurried, are not his own can not be compared to, the victory or defeat is obviously already clear, not to mention that he was shocked at Zhang Yan without the use of bamboo chip deduction to be able to decipher the etchings, which makes him lose heartily, Zhang Yan extremely admiring a salute, said: "Elder brother great talent, in the following I am ashamed to be inferior." 　　After speaking, Zhang Zhen realized that he had no face to stay on the stage, and staggered off the stage, stumbling in the last few steps, almost falling, and was held up by Qi Xuan, who came up in a hurry, saying, "Senior brother, be careful." 　　Zhang Zhen barely stood up straight, when he raised his head, he saw Wen Jun and Shen Jing Yue looking at him with concern, apologized and said, "Two senior brothers, I am ashamed to be entrusted with the responsibility." 　　Wen Jun consoled: "Senior brother has no faults, just rest assured to recuperate, the next game will let my brother try this Zhang Yan in the end how much success." 　　Shen Jing Yue was shocked to hear, this is not at all previously agreed with him the arrangement, just want to open his mouth, but was interrupted by Wen Jun, "Senior brother, Zhang is the intention of consuming Zhang Yan's energy of the mind, but I see that this person is now still the spirit of the spirit is complete and full of gas, apparently more than enough power, you may not go up at this moment to his rival, by me after a fight you then on not too late." 　　Shen Jingyue was about to say more, but Wen Jun's face sank and said, "My mind is made up, it's settled!" He gave a wink to Qi Xuan, who understood and came up to stop Shen Jing Yue. 　　Shen Jingyue had never seen Wen Jun use his status as a great disciple to press himself, and for a moment he could not think of anything to do, but could only watch as Wen Jun went up to the stage, only for a hint of desperation to gradually show in his eyes. 　　"Senior Disciple Zhang, Guangyuan Wen Jun is here to bow." 　　Wen Jun had long since entered the Xuan Sect, with a basalt-colored Taoist robe, a five-beam crown on his head, and high shoes on his feet; he was upright, with a beautiful flowing beard, and his body had its own style of a great disciple of the Lower House. 　　Zhang Yan also bowed back solemnly, saying, "Please!" The second chapter of the Star Tablet is even more difficult to solve than the previous chapter, Wen Jun's achievement in etching is not even as good as Zhang Zhen's, but he has reached the realm of "Yuan Cheng into the real", only for the time being, he has not yet opened his veins, his body's Yuan Qi is full and condensed and is not easily induced by the qi, and even if his internal qi is alone, he is also relying on his profound cultivation to try his best to suppress it, so his breath does not go fast or slow but is much more stable than Zhang Zhen. It is much more stable than Zhang Zhen. 　　This is also the ordinary disciples deduce etchings means, although they can not in the interpretation of etchings to improve the speed, but can suppress the walk of the qi, do not make them early out of their own control, although this is even more strenuous, can not get any benefits, but used to fight is not lost a good means. 　　Therefore, if the two sides have similar insights on etchings, then the rest is a competition of cultivation, which is also the reason why so many disciples were not optimistic about Zhang Yan before, unfortunately, he has a divine weapon in his hand, and can not be measured by common sense. 　　Since Wen Jun sat down and deduced, he showed a calm and steady behavior, not panicking, a faction of big disciple style. 　　Zhang Yan did not care about him, still moving the pen, the disciples of the sects under the stage have seen Zhang Yan deduction without bamboo chips, at this time to see, and a burst of amazement, and Zhang Yan down the pen as if the clouds and water, the rush to see the slow, relaxation, coupled with the appearance of the style is not bad, it looks like a wonderful sense of comfort, but also to let the crowd underneath the admiration of the endless. 　　But more people had their eyes on Wen Jun, wondering if this junior disciple of Guangyuan Sect could beat Zhang Yan in this game. 　　Unconsciously, the crowd had already placed Zhang Yan in a strong position in their hearts, no longer underestimating him because he was only a registered disciple. Another hour passed by in a hurry, Wen Jun's head was also faintly sweaty, but he was too much stronger than Zhang Zhen before, still sitting upright on the stage, holding the pen in a steady hand without trembling, and smoothly deciphered the second chapter. 　　At this time, he also realized that his ability had reached its limit, and did not dare to make any more sudden advances, so he let out a slight sigh and put the brush in his hand down. 　　When he lifted his head, he realized that Zhang Yan had finished deciphering at some point, and the ink on the paper had long since dried up, so he shook his head, stood up and said, "This bout was a win for Senior Brother Zhang." 　　This extremely graceful and cultured Guangyuan lower courtyard big disciple also let Zhang Deng a wave of respect, he solemnly arched his hand to see off Wen Jun off the stage. 　　At this time, the scene was the opposite of what the disciples of all factions thought, not that Zhang Yan was not self-conscious and lost in a mess, but that he easily won two matches in a row, rather like laughing and retiring from Guangyuan, and could not help but leave endless reverie. 　　Under the stage, Shen Jingyue's face was grave, secretly saying, "It seems that I still underestimated this person earlier." 　　Thinking of this, he couldn't help but regret that Zhang Yan had such a skill, no wonder he refused to join the Guangyuan Sect, at the same time, he couldn't help but wonder, could it be that Lin's news was false, and that Zhang Yan's name as a registered disciple was actually a direct disciple secretly cultivated by the lower court of the Mingcang Sect?