Three hours after the legendary vision occurred.
In Kyoto, in the quiet alley of the Holy Temple, a woman with a delicate appearance, a good figure, and a slight frosty look in white clothes and Confucian robes is moving quickly with an extremely unique movement technique, hiding in the quiet bamboo forest.
After a while, a team of holy courtyard guards wearing calligraphy around their waists came galloping over and stopped on the cobblestone path.
The leader was a fat little man who looked elegant, easy-going and broad. He kept looking around and after making sure that no one was around, he kicked the person next to him and rolled him twice.
"I see that you see it too, hurry up and chase her. If Fang Qingxue escapes, you will lose all the resources you have had in the past few years, and so will you..."
"Yes, sir, let's chase him separately!"
The person who was kicked did not dare to speak angrily, so he quickly got up and led the guards to chase him separately from the side road.
When the little fat man saw this, he showed his exhaustion and sat on the stone beside him panting: "Damn it, I'm so exhausted. When I catch Fang Qingxue, I have to let her know about Dabuwan. sharp......"
However, before the little fat man could finish his words, he saw a flash of cold light, and a flying sword covered with frost appeared at his throat. The little fat man was so frightened that he stumbled down from the stone and turned around. At first glance, it was Fang Qingxue who was controlling the flying sword.
She really did what her subordinates said, this Fang Qingxue actually knows Taoism!
"Fang... Auntie, please don't hurt me, I promise you anything..."
The little fat man was shaking with fear and looked like he was about to pee.
Fang Qingxue frowned slightly and raised her flying sword slightly: "If you don't want to die, take me to where the master is imprisoned!"
"Okay, okay, I'll take you to see the traitor right now... No, it's Master Zhong, the Holy Son..." the little fat man said, slapping himself in the mouth.
Just now, I almost forgot that the relationship between them was master and apprentice.
If the flying sword hadn't burst into his throat, I'm afraid the word traitor would have blurted out.
Not daring to delay, the two set off immediately. After dodging several rounds of guards, they finally arrived at the place where Zhong Zizheng was imprisoned.
Fang Qingxue opened the door and walked in, but suddenly, the little fat man became angry. At the same time, several fifth-grade people suddenly appeared in the dark room. They simultaneously attacked Fang Qingxue, and Wen Guang suddenly appeared.
"snort."
Surprisingly, Fang Qingxue didn't panic at all. After snorting coldly, the frost flying sword flew out quickly, slashed several people back, and after a dozen moves, killed them all easily.
"Fang Qingxue, I didn't expect you to be...from Tiandao Sect..."
One of them said unwillingly before he died.
Fang Qingxue turned a blind eye. After walking into the room, she finally saw Zhong Zizheng being imprisoned.
Unexpectedly, the fifth holy son Zhong Zizheng, who used to be so famous and handsome in the past, is now being imprisoned in an iron cage, sitting with his hair disheveled, his clothes in tatters, and his body covered in scars.
"master."
Fang Qingxue immediately cut off the iron chain and rescued Zhong Zizheng.
Zhong Zi was looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar woman in front of him, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Your cultivation level is actually higher than mine. Am I still your master..."
"Of course it counts."
Fang Qingxue nodded: "Master Zhong will always be my master of literature."
Zhong Zizheng shook his head again: "I didn't expect that you would be a disciple of Tiandao Sect, and what's even more unexpected is that the Holy Academy has fallen to such an extent..."
Three hours ago, he wanted to go with Fu Yuheng, who had resigned from his post, to observe the vision of the world. However, he suddenly received the summoning order of the Holy Son, and it was also an order from the First Holy Son Sima Gang, so he hurried back to the Holy Court. .
He originally thought that the First Holy Son would take the lead to observe the vision passed down from generation to generation.
But what he didn't expect was that he actually proposed to use the priceless treasures of the Holy Court, the scriptures of previous saints, and the star observatory formation to create an illusion, preparing to deceive the world and collect the name passed down from generation to generation.
Is it possible?
Although the world is bitter, people are not stupid.
If they do this, the thousand-year prestige of the Holy Academy will surely be shattered!
Zhong Zizheng was trying to stop them, but unexpectedly, Ruan Mengsheng Yasheng, the son of the former dean and the number one person under Kong Zhongzi, did not object, but supported them.
Zhong Zizheng was greatly disappointed and refused because of his master. Unexpectedly, he was branded a traitor by them!
He was transformed from the fifth holy son into a 'traitor' and imprisoned in a cage, and his literary palace was also damaged.
Shame, what a disgrace!
"Master, now is not the time to think about these things. I have a way to take you away, but the location is Tiandao Sect..." When she said this, Fang Qingxue's eyes flickered, as if she had made some kind of decision. : "When you return to Tiandao Sect, I will let the elders heal your injuries."
"good."
Zhong Zizheng naturally knew that this was his only chance, so he decisively agreed.
"But, before that, can you agree to do something for me..." Zhong Zizheng said suddenly.
"You say."
"Help me send a message to His Highness the Crown Prince. Kong Zhongzi... has colluded with the overseas Jiaolong clan. This is the evidence I stole. The recent secret mobilization of power in the Holy Academy and its relationship with overseas may have some influence on Unfavorable to the royal family..."
"Also, Kong Zhongzi is a fake descendant of the Kong family. In fact, he is the blood of the previous royal family!"
"Kong Zhongzi and Ruan Mengsheng are both remnants of the previous dynasty!"
Zhong Zizheng took out a leather parcel and handed it to Fang Qingxue. He handed it to her solemnly and told her to bring it to Lin Yi.
After Fang Qingxue's eyes flickered for a moment, she still took it and nodded: "Master, I will do it. Leave here first. If you drag it on longer, your Wen Gong may not be able to recover."
"good!"
Zhong Zi is responding.
After a while, the room was filled with bright lights, and then the two of them disappeared, leaving only a formation mark and a blank bamboo scroll.
Not long after, a middle-aged man in a light gray Confucian robe sensed it and came here instantly.
"It turned out to be the teleportation array of Tiandao Sect. It seems that they have been born a long time ago. There are even their people in the Holy Courtyard. But, what's the use of saving a trash that has been damaged in the Wen Palace? Hmph!"
…
Five hours later.
On the way to the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons, Gudi City.
The reason why this place is called Gudi City is because during the Five Kingdoms era before the founding of Dayan, one of the sons of the first emperor died in battle here. It was rumored that he was still the choice of the heir apparent, so later generations renamed this place Gudi City.
Due to the changes of the times, this place has been weathered, and even the city walls are dilapidated.
On weekdays, only business people would stay here briefly.
Just half a day ago, dozens of third-grade scholars came in succession, and even a powerful semi-sage stayed here.
What they are wearing are the clothes of the Dayan Holy Academy!
The people in Gudi City had never seen this battle before, and they thought something big was going to happen. They all stayed behind closed doors. Even the businessmen who were doing business fled the place quickly, not daring to stay any longer.
And now, above Gudi City, a transparent saint's scripture is displayed high in the sky.
Around it, countless cultural atmospheres turned into blossoming white lotuses, and there were wisps of fragrance. Eight kinds of strange scenes rolled like a magic lantern under the golden light of the clouds, even giving the dilapidated Gudi City a sense of splendor. .
Not only that, but there were also bursts of ringing sounds coming through the clouds.
A picture of a holy miracle appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
Eight hours have passed and it still hasn't dissipated.
For a time, Gudi City was surrounded by literary rules, and the whole city was filled with literary charm.
The residents and businessmen in the city were all amazed and spread the word about this holy miracle. Soon the news spread, and the stories became more and more bizarre. Gradually, they directly combined it with the previous visions of the country and the world. Thinking that the vision was caused by people from the Holy Court, they all praised the Holy Court.
And more and more people are staying in Gudi City, including many powerful people who are preparing to go to Ten Thousand Monsters Kingdom, and they are also deeply impressed by the scene in front of them.
Seeing this situation, the First Holy Son Sima Gang and all the Holy Sons and Holy Court disciples were very satisfied, and their vanity was unprecedentedly high.
You see, this is the foundation of my Holy Court!
Everyone thought so.
Except Li Wenbo.
When Sima saw that the time had come, he stood up directly. After looking around at the people around him, he cupped his fists and said:
"Everyone, I just passed by Gu Di's legacy and was inspired to compose a poem. I didn't expect that it would be recognized by the saints of our Holy Court, and it would trigger visions in the world. Universal culture is the purpose of our Holy Court. Since Everyone is here by fate, so let’s meditate on this unparalleled scripture together today!”
"I hope it will be helpful to your literary cultivation."
After speaking, Sima Gang raised his chest and raised his head, feeling a sense of selfless dedication.
