Facts have proved that some things you think don't work, but they fit perfectly and can no longer work.
In this world where martial arts are flourishing and Confucianism is declining, how difficult is it for a Confucian saint to find a poem that will last forever? Do you expect a group of "vulgar warriors" who only care about cultivation?
impossible!
Among all the major terrorist forces and masters of martial arts and mysteries in the entire "Wangtiantai", whoever refuses to accept it will be accepted!
Someone in front had written some small poems and lyrics, but they were completely unable to stir up the Confucian sage's remnant jade.
Therefore, the masters from the major sects and the Holy Land Cave Heaven looked directly at him. Even though they were very repulsive to Xin Zhuo, they were only jealous.
Especially when a huge amount of Qi and a ray of magical light from the Confucian Sage's remnant jade penetrated into Xin Zhuo's body, jealousy and envy reached its peak.
"Fuck..."
The faces of the young master, the woman and the old man who had scolded Xin Zhuo before were burning.
"What a wonderful poem. I didn't expect this abandoned disciple to be so talented."
Xue Zang and Ling Gucheng intended to slander, but they really could not refute the beauty of this poem without conscience.
The expressions of Bauhinia Saint Yuan Yourong and Dry Sword Cave Saint Ying Jianying were very complicated. In the memories of those years in Jing Hua Shui Yue, this Xin Zhuo was indeed talented and strategic. Things in the world changed, but people did not change at all.
"...The crowd searched for him a thousand times, but suddenly looking back, that person was there, in a dimly lit place..."
The people of Confucian Mountain, including Saint Peacock and Huang Taigai, could not help but sigh.
…
Xin Zhuo was bathing in the majestic true energy at this moment. He was concentrating and refining the true energy carefully. He found that the true energy was as pure as the golden bones in the treasure land of Changle and Duan. As long as it was refined, it would be enough. You can merge into the "whirlpool of Hunyuanxu Danhai" and reach the "mature" state.
He suddenly remembered what some great person had said over the years -
[This is the best time for warriors, and it is also the worst time for warriors. Light and darkness coexist. 】
Yes, in this chaotic world, old monsters, natural treasures, beautiful forbidden places, and inherited objects from ancient times, medieval times, ancient times, ancient times and even ancient times are all born one after another. As long as you are lucky and have good talent, you will have the opportunity to make rapid progress. , skyrocketing.
But it is also an era of individual cannibalism. If you are not careful, you will provoke unknown masters or get involved in disputes, and face desperate attacks and pursuits.
Just like himself, he is being hunted now, but opportunities are everywhere. If he does not die, he is very sure that he will "bring lightning with sparks" and "upgrade to defeat monsters" along the way. There is no strongest, only stronger, and sooner or later he will stand. At the top of this world!
That's right! As long as he doesn't die!
Thinking of this, he looked into the moon-watching well.
[Well owner: Xin Zhuo. 】
[Yuehua:100/100. 】
[Realm: Hunyuanxu Middle Realm (one out of ten enters the Hunyuanxu rear realm)...]
A poem, in exchange for one-tenth of the realm of breakthrough, who can I talk to for reasoning?
Then, he "looked" at the magical power instilled in his mind.
[Confucianism’s Heaven-Seizing Sword! 】
After carefully appreciating the moves and meridians of this martial arts, I feel that it is very average, at least not as good as my own swordsmanship. If I rely on Wangyuejing to sacrifice spirits, Wangyuejing may not be able to appreciate it at all.
"Buzz——"
At this moment, the "stone futon" where Xin Zhuo was located swayed violently, entered the second layer of aperture, and got closer to the remnant of the Confucian sage.
This time, it became a situation where one person was tallest and all the masters were shorter.
This sense of déjà vu being weighed down by a precarious boy with no background made many experts unacceptable, and they even temporarily forgot how to crack the first layer.
The woman in the Five Decline Realm of Heaven and Human under Xiao Xiao Patriarch of the Huangquan Sect was the first to speak up and said with a sneer: "The article was originally unfinished, but I got it by chance. I don't know if the poem I just copied from someone else or was done by accident." It’s not easy to touch this remnant of a Confucian sage, I don’t believe you can still make a song!”
These words resonated with some people, yes! Since you dare to come to Confucianism Mountain to destroy the Confucian Sage Stone Bi, everyone present has not read the classics of Confucian sages for several years and prides himself on having great strategies. The poem Xin Zhuo just wrote is indeed a good one, but the next step is absolutely impossible Each of them is a masterpiece of sacred poetry, and it just happens to touch the lingering thoughts of the Confucian saints!
Xin Zhuo remained silent, just looking at the remaining Rushan jade on the second floor in a daze.
The big man from before, "Spirit Sword Palace Blaster" said coldly: "Do you dare to tell me what the prompt is for the second level?"
Xin Zhuo remained silent, but his fingers suddenly began to draw on the second aperture, and he finished after half a stick of incense.
The ruined wall of the Confucian Sage suddenly shook again, emitting a dazzling light.
I saw golden fonts appearing out of thin air——
"There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years. The Confucian sage is obsessed with butterflies in his morning dream, and the emperor's spring heart is supported by the cuckoo.
The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian creates smoke. Can this feeling be remembered? It’s just that I was at a loss at that time! "
"this……"
A group of advanced masters below were shocked by the Confucian Sage's remnant jade and looked at Xin Zhuo in surprise.
He actually did it again!
Then they all looked at the handwriting, and when they saw it, they were all shocked. This shock had nothing to do with martial arts, but the "terrifying power" of the poems.
"There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and one column misses the past... Can this feeling be remembered in memory? But I was already at a loss at that time!"
A group of old people who had lived for hundreds of years were dumbfounded and silent for a long time.
Something deep in their memory that they didn't want to remember suddenly became clear:
[I don’t know how many years ago, that girl with bright and white teeth shouted with a smile, "Brother, I will marry you when I grow up." Unfortunately... I never waited until she grew up, and the terrifying master killed her without mercy. The martial arts practice at the end of the journey died midway... The dead cannot be resurrected after all. 】
[Countless years ago, the boy next door who blushed easily was not very talented and his family was not wealthy, but he would always secretly knit some crafts and small toys to amuse himself. When I left for Dazong practice that year, the boy next door chased the carriage for a long, long way...]
[It is said that the beautiful, willful girl in red was still looking at the place where she left when she died...]
[The man with a cold appearance was always secretly doing heart-warming things, and eventually died in a foreign country, holding the silk scarf I gave him until his death...]
Many people burst into tears.
Who can say that the long-lived warriors are heartless and unjust?
"Poetry has no edge, but every sentence cuts people's hearts..."
The peacock's eyes were red and she sighed leisurely.
"What is Xin Zhuo's second poem like?" Master Zhiming looked at Huang Taigai, only to find that the old guy was crying.
"If it's not good, how can the Confucian sage's remnant jade be shaken?" Huang Taigai silently looked up into the sky and held back his tears.
"Son..."
Ying Jianying, the Saint of Kujian Cave Heaven, finally said those two words in a daze.
"The saint should know her identity." The old woman next to her yelled angrily in a low voice: "Yesterday you took action rashly and I didn't stop you, but today if you dare to remember the love in the mirror, you will definitely not survive the next day! What is his identity? He just wrote a few bad poems by an old Confucian scholar. Do you think he has become a saint or an emperor? Do you think he can break through the ninth level? "
The words were harsh, disdainful and threatening.
Ying Jianying closed her eyes and sighed: "I know, I don't know him!"
The old woman's face brightened slightly: "Very good!"
At this moment, the cave masters from other sects and holy places looked at Xin Zhuo with completely different eyes. If Xin Zhuo might have gotten through the test before, then this second song really cannot deny his knowledge and perfection. What a poetic talent!
"When did Da Luo start practicing Confucianism? How did he teach such a Confucian scholar?"
A large number of old men frowned.
"Well……"
Ling Gucheng and Qing Guzi's faces also became hot.
No matter what others think, Xin Zhuo has been bathed in the terrifying sea of true energy and the light of the martial arts of the Confucian sages for the second time.
(End of chapter)
