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The nations of Middle-earth, the greatest glory of scribe poetry.

There is a masterpiece that can be selected into the "Book of Songs", which is enough to make those who are good at this way proud of their lives.

But it is so difficult that it takes years for a poem to attain the honor of the Holy Election.

Therefore, when he saw that within one day, with the addition of the seven-step poem, three poems were selected as three hundred poems in succession, Kong Sheng would be so pleased.

The three poems are the highest level that readers from all countries in Central Continent have ever reached since the completion of the writing of the Book of Songs -- that was more than 200 years ago.

For the old people who have the Tao of the world in their hearts, the vigorous development of Zhongzhou Poetry is a good thing.

But when another holy poem appeared, Kong Sheng's calm and calm mentality was somewhat broken.

So, the old man returned to the table with a strange face, raised his pen, and in one go, he included this new poem in the Book of Poetry in three breaths.

Then, the old man did not put down the pen, but raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "The old man wants to see if you have any literary talents!" ”

Kong Sheng's words are obviously joking, the four poems are already a feat that has broken the historical record of Middle-earth, how can there be a new one?

Just as the old man was thinking so...... The scroll of the Book of Poetry was opened again.

To be precise, just before I had time to close it, there was another holy poem, which crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and came to Qufu!

Kong Sheng: "......"

The old man looked a little dazed, but fortunately the pen was still in his hand, so he subconsciously recorded it on the scroll.

Who knows, as soon as this hand is put up......

I can't take it anymore!

In the confused and dull eyes of the old man Kong, countless pale golden points of light filled the entire temple in an instant!

The speed at which the pages of the Book of Poetry are turning faster and faster, and even Kong Sheng has to use his talent and breathe poetry into a breath in order to barely keep up with its speed.

So, the old man Confucius kept writing on the Book of Songs.

One, two, three......

Eleven, twelve, thirteen......

The more the old man writes, the more his hands tremble, and the more he writes, the bigger his mouth opens.

In the sum of his two or three hundred years, there are not as many words written in the Book of Poetry as there are today!

If it is said that the old man Kong Sheng is in shock, he can barely maintain his basic calm.

Today, the people of Qufu Academy have completely lost their thinking ability.

Everyone stood still, raising their heads blankly, staring at the phantom of the scroll in the sky in confusion.

"Kong Sheng is above...... What I saw! ”

A young student's mouth was wide open, helpless.

"Thirteen, fourteen, ten, fifteen...... Ten Ten ...... Six ...... "A conscientious counter, subconsciously counting the number of holy poems, but counting, his voice became more and more trembling, and finally he cried and stopped his useless efforts.

Yan Hui and Zeng Shen, two Confucian half-saints, looked at the sky in a daze, glanced at each other, and looked at each other.

"This ...... Isn't there a saint who is good at poetry, who has been saving things for decades and is looking for fun!? ”

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At the same time, within the territory of the state of Lu.

Countless scribes and ordinary people poured into the streets, staring blankly at the direction of Qufu Academy and the holy temples in various cities.

The Holy Temple and the Qufu Holy Courtyard are connected to each other, and when the "Book of Songs" reveals extraordinary visions, the Holy Temple naturally manifests itself.

At this moment, the entire vast territory is reverberating with melodious chanting.

Even in the court of the Lu State, the monarch and ministers stopped their deliberations and opened their mouths.

"The way of heaven is above, is it a half-saint who has proved the Tao with poetry?"

Lu Guojun was surprised: "This is somewhat possible...... But isn't the subject matter of this sermon too strange? ”

When Lu Guowen heard this, he pondered for a moment, and said solemnly: "Wang, please don't criticize the saint, perhaps, there are mysteries in these poems that we can't understand!" ”

Hearing this, the ministers in the court suddenly realized, nodded again and again, and began to read and comprehend.

"That's right! According to the old man's opinion, this poem was once difficult to turn into water, and what it alludes to should be the Holy Way! ”

"Heaven and earth are together, but dare to be with the king - this is clearly a metaphor for the Confucian saint who is in harmony with the way of heaven!"

"I see, the old man is ignorant, and the real meaning of the third poem turns out to be ......"

So, in the solemn and majestic court of the Lu State, a group of people started talking nonsense in a serious manner.

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When Su Mufeng's overloaded bomber began to circle around the Central Continent to drop bombs, the boiling golden light in the sky at a height of thousands of meters in the Jixia School Palace finally slowly subsided.

The entire Jixia School Palace fell into a shocking dead silence for a while.

After saying the last song of the Seven Laws, Su Mufeng's face was still calm and calm.

Xun Qing in the distance was stunned, speechless, and the emotions in his eyes were full of confusion, panic and nervousness.

It's like the head of the elementary school student who has excelled in character and learning from a young age, and was suddenly confessed by the bad boy in the last row of the class.

The golden light in the sky sprinkled on Su Mufeng's body.

He looked calm and walked slowly towards Xun Qing.

Seeing Su Mufeng getting closer and closer to him, Xun Qing's pupils constricted, and he finally came back to his senses, and said in a trembling voice: "You, you, you, don't come over!" ”

The panic was beyond words, and there was even a bit of crying in her voice.

In the void, the word "sword" in the oracle bone inscription was fleeting, and the next moment, a bronze long sword flashed in Xun Qing's hand, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at Su Mufeng!

On the side, Meng Ke recovered from the shock, and saw that his senior sister was about to lose her mind, and the battle situation was about to break out, and shouted: "Su Sheng! Hurry back! ”

As the sound spread, the people who were in shock also woke up one after another, saw the danger in the sky, and couldn't help but gasp.

But to everyone's surprise, Su Mufeng looked calm, as if he hadn't heard Meng Ke's shout at all, and calmly walked towards Xun Qing step by step.

As his footsteps approached, Xun Qing's expression became more and more nervous, the fingers holding the sword trembled violently, and he said in a trembling voice: "Now, now, give it to me, step down!" ”

But Su Mufeng didn't hear it.

When his figure was only two steps away from Xun Qing, Xun Qing's nerves, which had always been tense, were finally broken.

A few panicked tears flashed in the corners of her eyes, and she closed her eyes and waved her sword desperately.

In an instant, the galloping streamer tore the entire sky!

The whole world was silent in this moment.

Everyone in the Jixia School Palace stared up at the sky blankly.

Mo Zhai and Meng Ke were about to wave their hands to stop the action, but they had already frozen in midair.

Xun Qing stared blankly at the person in front of him, shook his head in disbelief, and retreated helplessly.

In front of her.

Su Mufeng's lower abdomen was pierced by a long sword.

But he still looked at ease.

Only a trace of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth, and a sad look appeared in his eyes.

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It's just like the real thing. (To be continued.) )