No wonder he has had a special talent for literature since he was a child.
No wonder he turns around at any time. The ink is always polished, the pen is laid out, and the paper is laid out on the desk...
No wonder he has strange emotions towards the library.
It's all because of her.
She is the wisdom born from books, and she is also his fairy fate.
He was able to conquer the world in all directions, and she was indispensable.
It's a pity that neither of them knows what they mean to each other.
After all, he still missed it. He lost her, and there was no immortal fate.
When the cold sword sank into his Qizang Divine Mansion, he looked at the smiling young man: "Is all this in your calculation?"
The young man nodded: "So, you lose this time."
He was so convinced by his defeat that he resisted this power and ultimately brought himself failure and destruction.
And her life.
He let out a low sigh and closed his eyes.
…
This memory flooded into Xu Mochen's brain, making his ears ring.
Now, he is not sure whether these memories belong to him or to the so-called Tu Dao Xiaoyao Immortal.
But it doesn't matter whose it is.
Xu Mochen felt a new power - inversion!
A new power that can overthrow everything.
His body was wrapped in yellow light.
In his third life in memory, he followed the literary path of the Wenfa Sect.
Therefore, the Xuehai around him now poses no threat to him at all.
The state of mind and literature that originally washed over his mind were nothing more than child's play in his opinion.
Xu Mochen smiled slightly, and Ni's power spread out, taking advantage of the situation to dissolve Xuehai.
The sea water sank into his body at an extremely fast speed and was digested by him.
On the other side, Mi Xuan and Mi Luo looked solemn in the air.
The books in Lin Zhuxi's hands can absorb magical powers and magic weapons, and then use them for their own use.
The two teamed up to attack several times without success.
"Brother," Mi Luo gritted his teeth, "Do you want me to bring out the dragon-slaying knife?"
"No," Mi Xuan immediately denied, "The dragon-slaying sword is too powerful. There is already a lot of damage in this small place hidden in the sky. If you go down with the sword, it will not only kill this place, but it may also affect the capital."
The Confucian Temple is located in a busy city, and although Mi Xuan is from the Dragon Clan, since he agreed to cooperate with Xu Mochen, he also has to consider the issues of the human race.
Mi Luo gritted her silver teeth: "What should we do?"
Mi Xuan was about to answer when a familiar feeling suddenly came from below.
I saw a whirlpool reappearing in the sea of xue, and the seawater poured in and disappeared at an extremely fast speed.
"Someone absorbed Xuehai?" Mi Luo was stunned, "How could such a large amount be achieved?"
As the saying goes, there is no limit to the sea of learning, and no one can fully absorb it.
But the reality is, there are people who do it, and they do it.
Even Lin Zhuxi was shocked.
In the blink of an eye, Xuehai disappeared completely, revealing the land under the sea.
There was a person standing in the empty place. He slowly opened his eyes and waved to Tang Derun and the others.
"Xu Mochen!" Mi Luo cheered, "It's Xu Mochen!"
Xu Mochen's figure flashed and appeared in front of the two of them, blocking them from Lin Zhuxi.
"Your Majesty..." Lin Zhuxi looked unhappy, "How did you absorb Xuehai?"
The sea of learning built up by his inability to decipher the state of mind and literature contained in countless books accumulated over hundreds of years was resolved by Xu Mochen in the blink of an eye.
This means that Xu Mochen's literary insights far exceed his own.
However, he knew clearly that the emperor was not from the Wenfa Sect.
"As long as you think about it, you can do it." Xu Mochen was very calm. He hooked his fingers and used the power of the ten sins to construct a long sword. "Lin Zhuxi, you entered the immortal world with your literary skills. You were supposed to do it for the students all over the world. Set an example and flourish the literary world.
But look at you, you are extracting the literary spirit of the gentry students and stealing the literary spirit of the immortal cultivators in an attempt to interfere with the imperial examination on your own.
Have you read so many books into the dog's belly? "
As he said this, Mi Luo laughed loudly behind him.
"Your Majesty," Lin Zhuxi sneered, "How can you know the joy of fish if you are not a fish?
Since you have also entered the immortal way, you naturally know that enlightenment is to go against heaven, and everything Wei Chen does is just for the sake of ascension. "
"Ascension? Merge with the way of heaven and control thousands of worlds," Xu Mochen shook his head, "For existences like you, I really doubt that if you ascend, the way of heaven that merges with you will slowly become distorted.
To take a step back, if you encounter difficulties in cultivating immortality and want to find another way, it actually means that your destiny with immortality ends here.
What you did is unacceptable in heaven and earth. "
Lin Zhuxi snorted coldly and opened the book in his left hand: "Your Majesty, a dispute of words can solve the problem. I think there will be less trouble in the world."
Xu Mochen agreed, and he also raised his sword: "As you wish, I will kill the immortal!"
Mi Xuan said: "Be careful, his books can absorb magical powers and magic weapons."
Xu Mochen said "hmm": "Books are naturally good things. Reading can improve your intelligence and expand your knowledge.
However, in my time, there were other explanations.
That is, it is better to have no books than to believe in books! "
After finishing speaking, the long sword in his hand exploded with a beam of yellow sword light.
It was an attack condensed with inverse power.
Lin Zhuxi drew the ladle in the same way, and a page flew up from the book in his left hand, facing the sword light.
A "hissing" sound was heard, and Xu Mochen's sword light was not absorbed, but penetrated the page of paper.
Lin Zhuxi's expression changed drastically, and he immediately retreated, his sword light following him as if it had eyes.
Xu Mochen raised his sword again: "In our time, there was another saying.
That is, practice is the only criterion for testing truth! "
He is not denying knowledge or books. He has received modern education and has the memory of the third life. His understanding of literature and Tao is even more unique.
The literature he wants is one that can truly prosper the human race and lead it forward.
It is not the culture that is imprisoned in human thoughts in the world of ten directions now.
With a breakthrough in consciousness, it will not be difficult to deal with the magical treasures of the Grammar Sect.
What's more, he is exerting "reverse" power, which makes it easy to break the confinement.
"Go to hell!" Xu Mochen said lightly, and the long sword in his hand flew out and turned into hundreds of small swords, large and small.
Lin Zhuxi on the opposite side saw that the momentum was not right, so he was very decisive and turned around to escape.
But Xu Mochen's sword was faster. He waved his hand, and the swords cut through various arcs and closed in on Lin Zhuxi in all directions.
Lin Zhuxi was struggling desperately, and the book in his hand exploded into countless pages, covering himself.
However...
It had no effect. The sword that appeared in reverse penetrated the pages of the book and hit Lin Zhuxi one after another.
Every time a sword entered, rows of ink characters spread out from Lin Zhuxi's body.
That was the literary way he maintained his realm, which was destroyed bit by bit by Xu Mochen.
"Your Majesty...wait a moment..." he begged for mercy, "there are still some ministers..."
But Xu Mochen didn't give him a chance. He grabbed it with his right hand and all the long swords merged and sank into Lin Zhuxi's body, exploding into a ball of yellow light.
(End of chapter)
