Haoran righteousness!

The Confucian Yasheng Meng Ke once said, I am the best at cultivating Haoran's spirit. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After Meng Ke, the great Confucians of all dynasties regarded this text as a holy book, reciting and pondering it day and night, and cultivating the spirit of Haoran.

Situ has also read it, and he can recite it backwards.

But there are still a lot of gaps compared with Confucianism.

The great Confucian Chen Jiuzhang didn't care about the injuries on his hands, and wrote hard in the air with his fingers dipped in blood.

The tone on his body was squeezed dry by a trace, and in the end, the tone on his body was close to exhaustion.

But his eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

The flame of hope burns brighter and brighter.

As he finished writing the last word, the essay burst out with a jaw-dropping pillar of light.

An elderly man with a clear face and a turban recited Mencius in a loud voice, and white light waves spread out with the pillar of light as the core.

"Yasheng Mengke!"

Situ Xing looked at the elder in the air, his eyes showing shock.

The great Confucian Chen Jiuzhang used his finger bones as his pen and blood as ink, and irrigated his whole body, and he actually had a trace of Meng Ke's charm.

"I am good at raising Haoran righteousness!"

The white light spread like an atomic bomb explosion, and the ghosts and gods fled desperately with their eyes wide open and a face of fear.

But their expressions quickly froze, because the speed of the white light was even faster than they thought.

The ghosts and gods seemed to have been splashed with sulfuric acid, and under the irradiation of white light, holes suddenly appeared all over the body, and then they spontaneously combusted strangely, and finally turned into a cloud of flying ash.

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

The ghosts and gods are like lit kites, and like downed fighter planes, falling from the sky with black smoke, falling on the ground and completely reduced to ashes.

The ghosts and gods that landed in advance also appeared in the white light, and finally disappeared into invisibility in an instant like snow in the sun. Even those attached to the human body, doves occupy magpies' nests, are no exception.

"It's too powerful. ”

Looking at the heroic righteousness that covered the entire city and attacked indiscriminately and deadly, Situ Xing's eyes showed a look of shock.

This is simply a weapon of mass destruction, a bit like the purifying light of the Holy See in the previous life, and it is more thorough.

No matter how deep and clever the ghosts and gods were, as long as they were within the range of white light, they seemed to be thrown into a pool of sulfuric acid and melted away in an instant.

"Whew!"

Watch as the ghosts and gods are ignited by Haoran righteousness, turning into moving torches, or directly turning into ashes.

Whether it was King Chengjun or the martial arts saint, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in their hearts.

Even if there are occasional fish that slip through the net, with the strength of Beijun, there is no need to worry at all, and it is only a matter of time before it is exterminated.

Chen Jiuzhang, who was wearing Confucian clothes, stood there weakly, and the fingers on his hands had already stopped bleeding.

watched the ghosts and gods being slaughtered by Haoran righteousness.

It's a pleasure!

"A great Confucian is a great Confucian!"

"One word can be the world's teacher!"

"The righteousness in his chest has reached the realm of inviolability against all evils. ”

"That's natural, although Mr. Chen is unknown, he has been a great Confucian for more than ten years, as long as there is a period of accumulation, he can break through the realm of Confucianism. You must know that Hongru is a half-saint if he goes one step further. Is it the kind of Confucian who is lucky enough to write a few poems and grandiose himself to compare?"

"It's nature!"

"The heroic righteousness in Mr. Chen's chest soared into the sky, covering the entire giant city of Beijun, no matter how cunning the ghosts and gods were, there was no way to hide. ”

"Mr. Chen is the first talent in Beijun, and he is the most qualified to be named the citizen of the town. ”

The people who fled in a hurry watched the ghosts and gods disappear in the white light, and their eyes suddenly showed a look of longing.

What's more, he looked at Situ Xing and said with a scolding scolding.

"Silence!"

Seeing that the topic was becoming more and more targeted, the person next to him hurriedly pulled him and warned in a low voice.

"What are you afraid of. ”

"No matter how well his poems are written, he is only a child, and compared with Mr. Chen, the gap is not half a point. ”

That is, Mr. Chen's generosity, if it is a round of tongue warfare, and poetry skills, he is worlds different from Mr. Chen. ”

The others subconsciously glanced at Chen Jiuzhang, who was standing in the air like a god, and Si Tu, who was soaked in blood and looked embarrassed.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but show a trace of disdain. Immediately whispered.

"Mr. Situ is famous all over the world, and he is familiar with the first town of national poetry!"

"Although this Mr. Chen is a great Confucian, he does not have a single poem to sing in the world, which is really unconvincing!"

"That's it!"

"Mr. Situ is the first talent in Beijun, and he is also the pride of our Beijun!"

"And the two of them, one has just been weak, and the other has entered the prime of life, and it is a bit unfair to measure it by the rank of Confucianism. ”

There are demeaning natural and strong ones, and several students in scribe shirts whispered for Situ Xing. But there were so few such people that they were quickly drowned out in opposition. It's like a wave, appearing in an instant and disappearing into invisibility in an instant.

"A Confucian is a Confucian student, even if he is famous all over the world, he is only a Confucian student. ”

"If you don't grow up, you're not a genius. ”

"Zhenguo is just a false name, and it can't be taken seriously. ”

"Fluke!"

"Just like he is really as talented as the legend, why don't you write a poem on the spot. It's not Mr. Chen who has turned the tide. ”

"That is, if you want me to say, it is still Mr. Chen, and everyone else is a wasted person. ”

Chen Jiuzhang, who stood up in the void, had smart ears and eyes, and although there was no expression on his face, there was still a faint hint of trium in his eyes. Looking at Situ Xing again, there was a hint of arrogance in his eyes.

Situ Xing's eyebrows couldn't help frowning slightly.

King Chengjun listened to the noisy discussions, and his brows couldn't help frowning slightly, but he didn't think that Situ Xing's talent could surpass Chen Jiuzhang's. or for Si Tu's grievances.

Instead, he thinks that comparing the two together is really insulting Chen Jiuzhang's identity.

You must know that Chen Jiuzhang is a great Confucian!

Not to mention in Beijun, even in the divine capital full of talents, he is also the guest of honor of the emperor and general.

If it weren't for Chen Jiuzhang's arrogant personality and poor relationship with his colleagues, I am afraid that he would be wearing red and purple now, ranking in the court.

"Poetry is nothing but little Doyle. ”

"Eight strands of articles are the avenue!"

"The old man began to enlighten at the age of three, entered the White Deer Academy at the age of thirteen, studied the eight-strand articles with the elders, and advanced to the Hanlin for ten years in the middle of the twenty-three-year-old Jinshi. Now there are two out of fifty, and it is already a great Confucian rank. ”

"Looking at Beijun and even Shendu, fifty-year-old advanced Confucianism is like a rarity. Very few!"

"Why?"

"Young man, poetry is just a trail, Hugh should indulge in it. ”

Chen Jiuzhang looked at the embarrassed Situ Xing, with a faint hint of pride in his eyes, and said with some lessons.