Zhibei County

Shi Chongjian stood in the middle of a pile of corpses, and the Black Stone Army inserted the waist knife into the corpse with a hideous face, which was a mending knife, in order to check if there was any omission. The strong smell of blood wafted out www.biquge.info from afar, and the firelight was even more soaring, but what was touching and surprising was that Zhibei County's fast catching and inspection were like blind and deaf, and there was no half reaction.

"Mr. Shi, the head thief is here!"

The Blackstone team was holding a bloody head in his hand, Long Si's eyes were wide open, and there were bloody tears flowing out of the corners of his eyes, with a face of unwillingness and death.

"It is really a pity to dare to disobey the orders of the prince and let go of the greedy wolf star lord. ”

Shi Chongjian pushed his head aside with some disgust and scolded disdainfully.

"Set fire to this place and raze it to the ground!"

"No!"

The team wearing school-level armor promised a small god, nodded and turned around to command the soldiers.

Suddenly, a meteor appeared in the black canopy.

Just when everyone thought it was just an accident. One meteor after another pierced the sky. A massive meteor shower is formed.

Looking at the beautiful meteors dragging their long tails in the air, the eyes of each soldier showed a look of amazement.

It's beautiful!

But Shi Chongjian's face suddenly became strange.

"Seven kills!"

"Break the army!"

"Heavenly Phase!"

"Wuqu!"

"Tiantong!"

Whenever a meteor crosses by, Shi Chongjian's eyes light up, like an excited child.

Later, there were more and more meteors, and the speed became faster and faster, and even he couldn't distinguish the names of the stars for a while.

But Shi Chongjian not only did not feel annoyed, but because of his excitement, an uncontrollable flush appeared on his face.

"Demon Star Troubled Times!"

"These demon stars will be reincarnated as people, and the world will be full of thieves, and eventually the foundation of the great cadres will be ruined. ”

"However, their luck is still insufficient, and they are not destined to become kings. They are all roles that lead the way for the king and open the way. If you are lucky, you will become the founding father of the country. Those with poor luck ended up being beheaded and made wedding dresses for others. ”

The Blackstone team was looking at Shi Chongjian, who was excited, and asked a little tentatively:

"Mr. Shi, do we still want to go to Situ Mansion now?"

Shi Chongjian's face froze, and his eyes showed a look of hesitation, and after a while, he said lightly:

"The sky has changed greatly, return to Beijun quickly, and we will help Gongzi to conspire with great things. ”

"No!"

Team Blackstone's face changed suddenly, his eyes showed a hint of joy, and he bowed his head and promised.

North County

Situ Xing's body stood there straight, like a javelin, and like a green pine, indescribably straight. But the most attractive thing is his demeanor.

There is a kind of excitement in the calmness.

Chen Jiuzhang looked at it with a strange face, and there was an indescribable shame on his face. He felt as if someone was slapping him hard with the palm of his hand.

But if you look closely, you can still see a trace of despair in his eyes.

The literary atmosphere is six inches and the town is famous.

It is already very rare, even if there are 99 states and counties, hundreds of millions of living beings, and countless scholars, but there are only a few people who can write six-inch town and country poems.

Otherwise, the imperial court would not have rewarded it as a sign of honor.

However, Situ Xing's "Song of Righteousness", which is different from the previous Fenghua Xueyue, expounds the Confucian Dao, deeply understands the essence of the sage's teachings, and contains the principle of righteousness, which actually breaks through the shackles of six inches and is forcibly mentioned to seven inches!

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

The Beijun Literary Academy, which had not reacted, shook suddenly, and the statues of saints shook suddenly, and shot out an inch-long glory. The white light, which was stronger than just now, suddenly soared into the sky, forming a pillar of light that penetrated the sky and the earth. Even the clouds in the sky were shattered.

A large cloud brocade is formed, which looks like a marshmallow and a huge cloud carpet.

In the sky above the cloud carpet, there were phantoms wearing green shirts and crowns.

One of the most striking is a middle-aged man with a clear face and three long strands of hair, holding a bamboo slip and reciting "Mencius" aloud.

"The time is not as good as the location, and the location is not as good as the people. The city of three miles, the Guo of seven miles, the ring and attack it without victory. If the husband attacks it, there will be those who have the right time, but the one who does not win is not as good as the location. The city is not high, the pool is not deep, the military revolution is not strong, and the rice millet is not much. Therefore, it is said that the people of the domain do not use the boundaries of the frontier, the country does not take the risk of mountains and streams, and the world does not take the benefits of the military revolution. Those who have attained the Tao have much help, and those who have lost the Tao have little help. Widows are helpless, relatives are on the side. If you help more, the world will follow it. With the world's obedience, attack the relatives of the side, so the gentleman does not fight, the battle will be won. ”

"Yasheng Mengke!"

Everyone's eyes couldn't help shrinking, looking at the phantom in the air, all showing shock and reverence.

Yassaint Mengke!

Although he did not attain the holy position, in terms of influence, he was only under the founder of Confucianism, Confucius.

He is a veritable second person of Confucianism, deputy sect leader.

It's not something that other saints can compare.

His phantom appeared above the clouds, how could people not be excited.

Seeing the projection of Yasheng Meng Ke, no one dared to stand upright, there was an official position, a noble status, or a Confucian disciple, all bowed down to perform the teacher's salute.

Civilians without merit and slaves lay directly on the ground and touched the ground with their heads.

Meng Ke, who was standing in the air, didn't seem to notice the various beings on the ground at all, but just recited "Mencius" in a loud voice, and the disciples behind him did the same.

"This is just a photo of Yasheng, not the real body at all!"

"As long as the Dao of Yasheng is triggered, this Dao image will appear in the air and give him a seal!"

Situ Xing looked at the air, and his eyes showed a look of understanding.

The appearance of the phantom of the sub-saint Meng Ke also indicates that the "Song of Righteousness" has won the holy path of Meng Ke.

Holy Text!

The Song of Righteousness has broken through the restriction of personality and has become a holy text!

"Hundred Saints Shake!"

This is only the case when the poems are in line with the way of the saints. ”

"The last time it appeared was in the previous dynasty, the great Confucian Dong Zhongshu wrote to Emperor Wu to "depose the hundred schools of thought and respect Confucianism alone", and the icon of the Shendu was also shaken like this. ”

Dong Zhongshu later became a saint and was revered as Dong Sheng. ”

Therefore, there are rumors in the market that as long as the person who can make the hundred saints shake, he will definitely be canonized in the future, so many people call him a little saint. ”

"Little Sage!"

"Little Sage!"

"Little Sage!"

I don't know who was the first to shout, everyone looked at the shaking idol with excited faces, and shouted loudly.

"Little Sage!"

"How is this possible?"

Chen Jiuzhang's face suddenly turned pale, and his eyes were already full of fear when he looked at Situ Xing again.

The movement of the Hundred Saints' shaking was too great.

I'm afraid that it won't take half a day for "Song of Righteousness" to spread all over the world.

People in the world will also know that the Hundred Sages of Beijun are shaken, the literary spirit is soaring, and the name of the little saint of Situ Punishment will also spread out.

You must know that although the little sage is not a human king, his status in the literary world is very high.

Even if he is a great Confucian, there is no way to compare, after all, it is possible for Situ to become a saint in the future, even if it is possible. The entire literary world will also give him the highest standard treatment.

Thinking of this, there was already a trace of fear and despair in his eyes when he looked at Si Tuxing.

Situ Xing didn't see Chen Jiuzhang's expression change, his eyes were completely shocked by the scene in the air.

The ghosts and gods were as insignificant as ants in front of Shengwei.

The ghosts and gods within a radius of a hundred miles couldn't withstand a glance from Yasheng Meng Ke, and suddenly burst and burned.

Even many native natural spirits also fell into bad luck and set up at the gate of the Gongyuan, and the laurel tree, which had been worshiped by Confucian scholars as a sacred tree for hundreds of years, suddenly burst into flames.

In the crackling of the flames, there was a sharp voice like a baby crying.

Standing on the top of the mountain, the boulder that had not moved for hundreds of years suddenly exploded, and traces of red water like blood flowed out.

Wherever Haoran Zhengqi went, whether it was a natural spirit or a ghost or god who had enjoyed blood sacrifices, they were all ignited by Haoran Zhengda's flames and completely turned into ashes.

There are also ghosts and gods who try to escape resistance, but in front of Yasheng Weiyi, they are not much stronger than ants.

"Defeat the world's bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods!"

Looking at the heroic righteousness like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, Situ Xing's eyes couldn't help but stare at him, and he thought of the Taizu of the later generations.

It is said that after Taejo ascended the throne, he also stood on top of the castle tower and swept the sky three times with an iron broom.

and made an oath: sweep away the world's cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods.

Because of this, there are rumors in the market that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, animals are not allowed to become sperm.

Taizu is a generation of kings who are difficult to emerge in 500 years, and the power at that time must be no worse than now.

King Chengjun looked at the air, his eyes showing excitement.

It is foreseeable that without these spirits, ghosts and gods, humanity will be prosperous, and Beijun will definitely be a hundred miles away.

The most important thing is that he thinks that he has discovered a great talent this time.

Situ Xing wrote a seven-inch holy text!

In the future, he will definitely be able to become a Confucian and Taoist saint.

If you can get his effect, this world is at your fingertips.

You must know that the main reason why Dayu was able to destroy the pre-Qin was that he was effective by the Confucian and Taoist sage Dong Zhongshu.

This is the big drama of killing Li Si outside Xianyang City, and the heroes joining forces to fight the ancestral dragon.

If it weren't for the Confucian and Taoist sage Dong Zhongshu, the ancestral dragon Qin Wangzheng and the legalist giant Li Si joining forces, the hundred schools would have no way to compete.

This is also where the ancestral dragon dares to collect the soldiers of the world, smelt the twelve golden people, suppress the world's fortune, and cut off the Jiaolong's way out.

The martial arts saint standing in the air had already fallen to the ground.

Although he is a martial arts saint, in terms of status and strength, there is still a very big gap compared with the sub-saint Meng Ke.

Meng Ke's strength, if it is divided according to martial arts, must be a master who surpasses human immortals and steps into the void.

Therefore, the moment Yasheng Mengke's photo appeared, he felt an unprecedented pressure. The pressure forced him to fall to the ground.

This is the majesty of the saint, and no one can offend.

Just when everyone looked at Situ Xing with hopeful eyes, his eyes contracted, staring tightly at the ghosts and gods in the air that kept disappearing and turning into ashes.

He had a bad premonition, even if there was a photo of Yasheng, this matter would not end so easily.