Sage!

Ya Sheng!

It must be the voice of a saint!

Only the voice of a saint can be so majestic. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Everyone couldn't help but be shocked, and exchanged a vague look. They can feel the shock from each other's hearts.

It was as if they had seen a little bit of earth piled up, and finally it turned into a towering mountain.

Drops of water converged and turned into a deep lake, in which a dragon jumped and soared, splashing in waves.

A bad horse kept bowing its head forward, although its speed was very slow, but it kept persevering, and finally reached a thousand miles away.

They saw an earthworm with no bones and no claws, deep under the Nine Shadows.

A pillar of light rose to the sky, and a magnificent sound echoed in the sky.

The crowd also seemed to see their own laziness.

While Situ was studying Zhuzi's articles, they were playing with their friends. Or maybe it's a staggered bargain.

When Situ was practicing calligraphy, they were laughing and playing, or silk and bamboo were pleasant.

。。。

It's amazing!

They seem to see the figure of Situ Xing reading in the morning light, the sun and the moon are reincarnated, the seasons are alternate, and Situ has been studying hard for more than ten years, so that there are today's "Burrow Ming", "After Dengke", "Song of Righteousness" and other popular poems.

They seemed to see Situ Xing digging through the wall and stealing light. After writing carefully in the faint candlelight, writing a jar of ink, and a pen becoming bare due to the writing, Situ Xing's font has today's strict law and handsome and elegant.

They seemed to see Situ Execution's head hanging from the beam, and the cone pierced the strands. It is precisely because of this kind of hard work that ordinary people can not achieve that Situ has today's erudition.

His achievements today do not depend on his talent and intelligence, but also on breaking through his wisdom, but on his perseverance.

As Situ Xing said in this article.

Accumulation of soil into mountains, accumulation of water into abysses!

Ten horses, reluctant to give up!

Stick with something!

It is perseverance that has made him make such great progress in his studies.

Thinking of the unprovoked accusation just now, the sharpness of the words, and the contempt in their hearts, everyone only felt that their hearts couldn't help but tremble, and they wanted them to apologize to Situ Xing.

"Mr. Situ, I waited wrong!"

"Mr. Situ, if you listen to it, it's dark, it's me who waited!"

"Mr. Situ, I'm really sorry!"

One by one, the scholars couldn't stand the condemnation of their conscience, walked out of the crowd, and said sincerely after saluting Situ Xing.

There are also people who don't want to apologize to Situ for the sake of face. But there is a slight crack in their courage, and there is a tendency to become more and more.

Whether it is a sect or a Confucian practice, they all pay attention to the understanding of thoughts. They forcibly go against their hearts and refer to the deer as horses, and there will naturally be cracks in their hearts, which will affect their courage.

"This!"

Feeling the crack on the courage, the Confucian student, who was still a little arrogant on his face just now, hurriedly stepped forward with a red face, and after apologizing to Situ Xingxing, he saw that the crack did not expand again.

Only then did he breathe a long sigh of relief in his heart, and then looked at Situ Xing's eyes with a faint sense of fear.

The middle-aged Confucian student's pupils kept contracting, his face turned pale, and the nails on his fingers pierced the palms of his hands, dripping with blood.

The gall in his sea of literature has been affected by the backlash, and has become extremely fragile, as if it will turn into pieces with a light touch.

But he didn't intend to bow his head and apologize like other Confucian students.

"My courage has been warmed with the Great Confucian Wenbao, and it is as hard as a golden stone. It's easy and won't hurt!"

A hint of pride flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged Confucian student. This is his biggest hole card, and this is where the confidence of his never apologizes lies.

"I'm not wrong!"

"I'm not wrong!"

The middle-aged Confucian kept whispering, and in the end, his voice overshadowed the voices of everyone. I just don't know if I'm comforting myself or convincing my own heart.

However, the heart is not so easy to deceive, otherwise there would be no self-deception.

Click!

The middle-aged Confucian heard a crisp sound from the sea of texts, as if jade was broken.

As if he had thought of something, his eyes couldn't help shrinking, and even his face turned pale in an instant.

He closed his eyes in disbelief.

I saw that he was suspended in the sky above the sea of literature, symbolizing his Confucian level, like a crystal literary gall, as if he was impacted by a huge force, and kept making a crackling sound of shattering.

In the face of this force, the great Confucian Mobao was as fragile as paper, and it was torn apart in an instant.

A slight crack filled the entire literary gall.

It looks like a broken crystal!

"Broken courage!"

The middle-aged Confucian student's pupils contracted, and bloodshot like earthworms appeared in the whites of his eyes. With a look of disbelief on his face, he roared:

"My literary courage has been tempered by many poems, and it has been warmed with great Confucian treasures, and it is the most solid. ”

"How can it be broken?"

"How can my gall be broken?"

"The power contained in Situ Xing's poems is actually beyond the level of Confucianism?

The middle-aged Confucian seemed to have been drained of his energy, his eyes were hollow and dull, and he sat there with a slumped face. A trace of white Wen Qi emerged from the acupoints of his body, and his Wen Hai seemed to have been punctured with a balloon. Shriveled at a rate visible to the naked eye. Even his skin began to sag, and his jet-black hair turned gray in an instant.

Burst!

Feeling the power and the flow of life, the middle-aged Confucian couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of hot blood.

"What's going on?"

King Chengjun looked at the middle-aged Confucian who had lost his spirit, and asked in surprise.

The other Confucian scholars also changed their faces one by one, as if they had seen a ghost, and their faces were indescribably wonderful.

"Wen Gu is broken, Wen Hai is broken!"

"How is this possible?"

Chen Jiuzhang looked at the middle-aged Confucian with a shocked face, with blood on his chest and white accents on his body, looking at Situ Xing in a daze, and said in disbelief.

"Situ Xing, you actually broke his courage and ruined his Wenhai. ”

"If it's just a simple literary courage that is shattered, you can also use the poetry that sharpens your literary courage, or you can restore it with the help of genius treasures. However, Wen Dan and Wen Hai were destroyed at the same time, and unless the saint who could reverse the situation personally took action, there was no possibility of recovery in his life. ”

"What kind of grudge is it that makes you so heavy on the people of the same sect, it is really too vicious. ”

Situ Xing ignored Chen Jiuzhang's questioning, and looked directly at the middle-aged Confucian who was paralyzed and his eyes were empty, like a middle-aged Confucian who had his back broken.

"I didn't expect you to resent me so much, and you wanted to abolish my courage. Otherwise, the power of poetry would not be so strong. And you are a little blindly confident in your own strength, and you would rather suffer from the backlash of your own heart than bow down to me. ”

"In that case, then don't resent me for abolishing your courage and piercing your sea of literature. ”

Situ Xing's face suddenly became cold, and there was a trace of unspeakable solemnity in his voice.