Dongcang City.
Chen Luo put down the brush in his hand and frowned slightly.
"The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" has reached the penultimate chapter: a king in the ancestral temple died of filial piety, and two soldiers entered Xichuan to compete for merit. The energy in the body is a little weak, so take a short rest.
But while writing this last part, Chen Luo always felt that the temple of the Three Kingdoms in his soul was trembling slightly, as if it was about to come out.
"Could Shuling be the Three Kingdoms Temple?" Chen Luo asked doubtfully, "I already have a Wuhou Temple, so what's the use of that?"
Chen Luo shook his head and planned to take a rest before continuing to write.
…
Taiping City.
The charge of the three hundred martyrs only slightly panicked one side of the barbarian army, and then surrounded them.
There are more than 5,000 registered students in Taiping Academy. Including students from various places who come to Taiping City to study, the total number is only about 8,000. At this time, the barbarian army numbered fifty thousand.
At this time, Da Ru, who was fighting fiercely in the air, was extremely anxious.
Then every student below is their pet peeve!
Not everyone may become a great Confucian, but they must be the backbone of the human race!
In the past bloody battles, there was always support from the Great Wall of Righteousness. Why, after fighting for nearly a quarter of an hour now, has the channel for support not been opened?
Above, the head of the courtyard and the barbarian emperor restrained each other.
The great scholars fought desperately against the barbarian king. As long as one of them could free his hand, the situation of the battle below could be changed.
But unfortunately, the number of barbarian kings also exceeds that of great scholars. Many great scholars need one to two, or even one to three.
The more this happens, the less they dare to die. Or they can still hold the other party back. If they fight for their lives but don't end up together, wouldn't it be a harm to their comrades?
It is easy to die, but not difficult to carry on.
"Go to hell!"
A roar sounded, and a small green sword pierced the throat of a barbarian king. The small sword continued to fly towards the other barbarian king without losing its force. Suddenly, a fist shot out from the air and hit the small sword. , the green light on the small sword dispersed, flew back, and fell into the eyebrows of a great scholar. Half of the scholar's face looked like charcoal, and the other half looked like a majestic old man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life.
A half-faced scholar, Su Liancheng.
Su Liancheng looked at the second-grade Barbarian King who had defeated Xiaojian with a solemn expression.
The opponent has strong blood and should be a top barbarian king among the second rank.
"I know you, Su Liancheng!" The barbarian king suddenly laughed when he saw Su Liancheng, "Su Lianchi is my subordinate Tuli!"
Su Liancheng's seemingly normal face suddenly changed, and his body was filled with awe-inspiring righteousness. At this moment, his family, country, and world came out concretely and pressed towards the opponent.
It's just that Su Liancheng's family, country, and world are not the rivers, lakes, cities, and mountains like other great scholars, but a dilapidated log cabin with a few wooden roofs missing...
…
"Brother, I was admitted to the academy." The young Confucian scholar rushed into a small shabby house and said to the middle-aged man who was immersed in copying a manuscript for someone.
"Seriously?" The middle-aged man immediately dropped the book, almost carried it over, and took the notice from the young Confucian scholar's hand, his face beaming with joy.
"As expected, hahahaha... Let's go, let's celebrate today. Let's go, I'll get the silver."
"No need, brother!" said the young Confucian scholar, "I made an appointment with other classmates to celebrate together, and I have to go see them now."
The middle-aged man nodded, suddenly remembered something, and walked back to the desk. After thinking about it, he took out a book from a pile of books, opened the pages, took out a wrinkled banknote, and handed it back. To young people.
"Since it's a celebration, you should also keep some money with you and don't let others laugh at you!"
The young Confucian scholar smiled brightly: "Thank you, brother." After saying that, he reached out to take the bank note, put it into his arms, and waved, "Brother, I'm leaving first."
"Go ahead..." The middle-aged man waved his hand, and the young Confucian scholar ran out of the cabin.
The middle-aged man watched the other party leave with a smile, still excited in his heart.
"Sure enough, Lian Chi is more talented than me." He sighed in his heart.
His name is Su Liancheng. He has been studying for thirty-six years and is still at the stage of writing. The young man's name is Su Lianchi and he is his younger brother.
"Well, after entering the academy, Lianchi still needs more expenses. Let's copy some more today."
With that said, he sat back at the desk again, rubbed his eyes, and continued to write.
…
Spring goes and autumn comes, twenty years flash forward.
Su Lianchi's cultivation is like riding a thousand-mile horse, from broken poems to enlightenment, then to enlightenment, and finally to preaching. But Su Liancheng, already fifty-six years old, has stopped in the realm of poetry.
Su Liancheng still lived in that broken house. Su Lianchi came to persuade him several times, but Su Liancheng refused to leave.
"You are the phoenix, flying out of the bird's nest."
"But I'm just a bird and can't live in a sycamore tree."
Su Liancheng laughed and rejected Su Lianchi. His cultivation in the poetry realm did not increase his longevity. He had lived here for most of his life and he did not want to leave.
Because of this matter, Su Liancheng didn't talk to him for a year.
When we spoke again, it was as a farewell. Su Liancheng joined the Ministry of War and went to the north.
Su Liancheng only said one thing: "If you come back alive, I will move out!"
…
Another five years.
Su Liancheng, who was over sixty years old, was resting in his house. A strong wind blew away several wooden boards on the roof.
Just as he was about to go to the roof, a messenger bluebird from the Ministry of War stopped in front of the door.
Su Liancheng wiped his hands. He thought it was a letter from his younger brother, but he only read two pages of the letter, and it was like a bolt from the blue.
"The city of Xin'an was destroyed, and Su Lianchi was kidnapped by the barbarians. He doesn't know whether he is alive or dead!"
Su Liancheng looked back at the dilapidated wooden house, as if he wanted to take it into his heart.
The house will not be repaired.
He wants to save his brother!
On this day, Su Liancheng was broken into poetry and entered the Master's eyes.
He left the small town he had not left for half his life.
…
Su Liancheng trudged all the way, day and night, heading north.
Traveling three thousand miles north, Sulian City enters the realm of Confucius' enlightenment.
Traveling another three thousand miles north, Sulian City enters the realm where Confucius preached.
Return to the north and travel six thousand miles, leaving the human sky. Su Liancheng relied on his "brothers" to draw the awe-inspiring righteousness of heaven and earth into his body. He studied hard for a period of time, condensed his family, country and world, and became a great scholar!
That family has no country, no world, only a small house.
Home!
On that day, Sulian City entered the wild sky!
He wants to find Su Lianchi.
If alive, bring him back.
If he dies, bring him back.
…
Year by year.
God knows how much Su Liancheng suffered and how many difficulties he suffered.
When his righteousness was exhausted, he returned to the sky, rested for two days, and then returned to the wild sky after recovering.
He searched tribe after tribe and investigated barbarian city after barbarian city.
He never smiled again.
Until he finally found the younger brother who made him dream.
But when they met, the brother he thought was being tortured actually hugged two barbarian girls and drank and had fun.
That's not his brother, that's the reverse species of the human race, the Tuli Barbarian King!
…
"Brother, I was forced!"
"Brother, are you also a great scholar? Well, if we work together, we will definitely be able to escape!"
"Brother, I have a lot of news about the barbarians here. I can still make meritorious deeds after I go back."
"Brother, no one knows about me being the Barbarian King of Tuli. I will deal with everyone who knows!"
"Brother, why don't you leave?"
Su Liancheng smiled.
He spent half his life frustrated and worked hard to support his young brother.
He became a Confucian scholar in a year and did not know whether his siblings were alive or dead.
The journey of searching for a loved one has turned out to be a dead end.
The person in my dream for ten years is better off than not seeing each other.
That night, under the barbaric plains, green light burst into the night.
Su Liancheng's heart suddenly burned, burning through half of his body. He broke and then established, destroyed his relatives with great righteousness, was promoted to a second-grade scholar, and killed Su Lianchi, the counter-species of the murderous clan.
A strong wind blew past the phantom of the family, the country, and the world, blowing away several wooden boards on the top.
On top of the ruined tribe, Sulian City burst into tears.
"Father, mother, our family is gone."
"I don't have a brother anymore."
…
Half a year later, a half-faced scholar came to Taiping City.
Dignified and dignified, unsmiling.
Only Dean Zhang occasionally commented when he was drinking tea: "Liancheng is so hard..."
…
Taiping City.
"Death!" Su Liancheng shouted, and the dilapidated wooden house phantom hit the second-grade Great Barbarian King. The Great Barbarian King showed no fear on his face, and his blood was surging. He punched the wooden house phantom, almost blinking. It seemed like tens of thousands of punches had been thrown in just one moment, and cracks began to appear in the space. However, the phantom of the wooden house only shook a little and instantly covered the second-grade Barbarian King.
"Dear!" Su Liancheng wrote in the air, and a chain suddenly shot out from the wooden house. One end of the chain locked the second-grade Barbarian King, and the other end flew towards Su Liancheng, and instantly inserted into Su Liancheng's heart.
"Kissing kindness!" All the great scholars present recognized this move and looked at Su Liancheng. At this time, other barbarian kings rushed to help the great barbarian king, but were blocked by other great scholars desperately.
The Great Barbarian King in the wooden house roared angrily, and the entire wooden house seemed to be filled with energy and blood and was about to fall down at any time.
"Righteousness!" Su Liancheng wrote again, and the shadow of a volume of "Zuo Zhuan" unfolded behind Su Liancheng.
"Kindness comes from distance, but righteousness comes from big or small!"
"It is a great righteousness to sacrifice one's family to serve the world!"
"Great justice, destroy relatives!"
In an instant, a giant blade flew out of the shadow of "Zuo Zhuan" and struck the wooden house heavily. The shadow of the wooden house instantly collapsed, and the second-grade Barbarian King was struck from the head with a knife. Almost at the same time, the chain burned inch by inch and quickly spread to Su Liancheng's heart. The other half of Su Liancheng's face was burned by a blue flame. The giant blade turned into countless small blades and shot into Su Liancheng's heart. .
Confucian etiquette prohibits magical powers and righteousness destroys relatives.
Every time you use it, you will lose half of your lifespan, and you will suffer the punishment of burning your body with heart fire, and the pain of your heart being tortured like a knife.
This is the second time.
The second-grade barbarian king looked at his body in disbelief.
It's a common trick from the beginning. Are all humans crazy?
His ability is not yet...
His thoughts could only go so far. The second-grade Barbarian King was split into two halves and fell to the ground.
"Hahahahaha... so happy!" Su Liancheng suddenly laughed loudly, half of his face was in flames, and the other half was charred.
As he spoke, a dagger appeared in Su Liancheng's hand and suddenly inserted into the burning heart, causing his body to swell rapidly.
Su Liancheng saw another second-grade Barbarian King at a glance and rushed towards him. The big barbarian king was startled and turned around to run away, but Su Liancheng caught up with him and hugged him from behind.
"You deserve to die, Su, don't suffer anymore!" Su Liancheng shouted, and exploded with a bang.
In the battle of Taiping City, the great Confucian Su Liancheng killed two barbarian kings in succession.
Fall.
…
Jiazi's Confucian students never saw sorrow, but a great Confucian scholar was worried about his younger brothers.
Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in search of a loved one, ten years of life-and-death journey.
The hut is full of blood and blood, and the barbarian tribe turns against its brothers.
Righteousness cuts off the bonds of family ties, and bitter tears flow freely.
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