Chapter 760 Poetry and Words Shocking the Holy Bi
Facts have proved that some things you think are not possible, actually fit perfectly, and they 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!
Whoever refuses to accept the major terrorist forces and masters of martial arts in the entire "Wangtiantai" will be accepted!
Someone in front of me wrote some poems and lyrics, but they were completely unable to stir up the Confucian sage’s remnant jade.
So, the masters from the major sects and the Holy Land Dongtian looked directly at him. Even though they rejected Xin Zhuo very much, they were only jealous.
Especially when the Confucian Sage’s remnant jade contained a huge amount of true energy and a ray of supernatural light that penetrated Xin Zhuo’s body, jealousy and envy reached its peak.
“Damn it…”
The faces of the young master, the woman and the old man who had previously scolded Xin Zhuo were burning.
"It's such a good poem. I didn't expect this abandoned disciple to be so talented."
Xue Zang and Ling Gucheng deliberately slandered, but they really couldn't refute the beauty of this poem without conscience.
The expressions of Bauhinia Saint Yuan Yourong and Kujiandongtian Saint Ying Jianying are very complicated. In the memories of those years in the mirror, Xin Zhuo is indeed very talented and strategic. Things are prone to change. The people haven't changed at all.
"...The crowd searched for him for thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in the dim light..."
Peacock, the saint of Rushan Mountain, and Huang Taigai were a group of people from Rushan Mountain. I couldn't 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 the true energy is refined, it can be integrated into the "whirlpool of Hunyuanxu Danhai" and reach the "mature" state.
He suddenly remembered what some great master had said over the years -
[This is the best era for warriors, and it is also the worst era for warriors, with light and darkness coexisting. 】
Yes, in this chaotic world, old monsters, natural treasures, beautiful forbidden places, and inherited objects from ancient, medieval, ancient, ancient, and even ancient times are born one after another. As long as you are lucky, If you have good talent, you will have the opportunity to advance by leaps and bounds.
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 fight monsters" along the way. There is no strongest. Only be stronger and sooner or later stand at the top of this world!
That’s right! As long as he doesn't die!
Thinking of this, he looked towards the moon-watching well.
[Well owner: Xin Zhuo. 】
[Yuehua:100/100. ]
[Realm: Hunyuanxu middle realm (one-tenth of Hunyuanxu rear realm)...]
A poem, in exchange for one-tenth of the realm of breakthrough, find Who can reason?
Then, he "looked" at the magical power instilled in his mind.
【Confucian Sect Seizes Heavenly 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 is tallest and all the masters are 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 is the prompt on the second level?"
Xin Zhuo remained silent, but he His fingers suddenly started to draw on the second layer of aperture, and it took half a stick of incense to finish.
The ruined wall of the Confucian Sage suddenly shook again, emitting a dazzling light.
I saw golden fonts appearing out of thin air -
"The brocade strings have fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past. The Confucian sage is fascinated by butterflies in his dawn dream, and the Emperor's spring heart is supported by the cuckoo. .
The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in the blue field creates smoke. Can this feeling be remembered at all?"
"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!
Immediately, they all looked at the handwriting. When they saw it, they were all shocked. This shock had nothing to do with martial arts, but the "terrible power" of the poems.
"There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and one column misses the old days... Can this feeling be recalled? But it was already at a loss at that time!"
A group of old people who have lived for hundreds of years The thing was 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 bright and white-toothed girl shouted with a smile, "Brother stinky, I will marry you when I grow up." "Good", but it's a pity... I never waited until she grew up. Terrifying masters killed her at will, and her endless martial arts died midway... The dead cannot be resurrected after all. 】
【Countless years ago, the boy next door who blushed easily did not have a good talent and his family was not wealthy, but he would always secretly knit some crafts and small toys to amuse himself. . When he left to practice Buddhism that year, the boy next door chased the carriage for a long time...]
[The beautiful, willful girl in red, it is said that she was still looking at her when she died. The place where I left back then...]
[The cold-looking man always secretly did heart-warming things, and eventually died in a foreign country, holding the silk scarf I gave him until his death...]
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Many people burst into tears.
Who can say that the long-lived warriors are heartless and unjust?
"The poems are edgeless, but every sentence cuts the heart..."
The peacock saint of Rushan sighed with red eyes.
"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.
"Young Master..."
The Saint of Kujian Cave, Ying Jianying, finally said those two words in a daze.
“The saint should know her identity.” The old woman next to her angrily scolded: “Yesterday you took action rashly and I wouldn’t stop you, but today if you dare to remember the love in the mirror, you will definitely He won’t survive the next day! What is his identity? He just wrote a few bad poems by a Confucian old man. 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 quietly: "I know, I don't know him!"
The old woman's face brightened: "Very good!"
At this moment, other sects, The cave masters from various holy places looked at Xin Zhuo with completely different eyes. If Xin Zhuo might have gotten away with it before, then this second poem really cannot deny his knowledge and perfect poetic talent!
"When did Da Luo start practicing Confucianism? How did he teach such a great Confucian scholar?"
A large number of old men frowned.
"Uh..."
The faces of Ling Gucheng and Qing Guzi 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 this chapter)