Everything happened in an instant.

This moment is the moment of life and death of the emperor.

For many people, this moment is also a moment when the sky is falling apart and the world is changing.

After Han Yu shouted, his eyebrows were upside down, his eyes were round with anger, and he took two steps, and a sentence of poetry had blurted out.

For a while, the bright light was rippling, and there seemed to be poems flowing in it, word by word, emitting glow.

If you burn to help the fire, the light is full of flames.

There are also towering giant trees growing in the embers, rising from the ground in the flames.

In everyone's eyes, the entire Xuanzheng Hall was gone.

Surrounded by bright flames, the eyes are full of towering giant trees.

Whether it is a person or a yin soldier and a yin official who welcomes him, they are all like ants and mayflies.

The Emperor was held back behind the giant trees.

Huafu wrestlers, non-vulgar eccentrics are also isolated.

"Han Changli!"

"You're bold!"

Ju Wenzhen opened her eyes in disbelief, and scolded angrily.

Han Yu is known as the Wenzong of the world, and he is not trivial.

Because he was very jealous of him, before that, he had tried his best to depose him from Beijing.

Two years ago, coinciding with the great drought in Guanzhong, Jing Zhaoyin at that time blocked the news and lied about the disaster.

At that time, Dezong was still there, and he had great faith in Ju Wenzhen.

He used this as a lever to harm Han Yu and depose him to Lianzhou, which was thousands of miles away, as a district and county order.

It's just that he really can't think of it.

How could a person in a ravine thousands of miles away return to Chang'an overnight?

And looking at this situation, this humanistic attainment has almost reached an incredible state that has never been seen before.

How can such power be within the reach of man?

"Above the Golden Palace, how can you be presumptuous!"

Ju Wenzhen was shocked and angry, knowing that if he didn't solve this person first, he was afraid that there would be many branches.

Immediately, his palms flew over, like catkins, like soft clouds, dense and dense, staggered towards Han Yu.

It's just a sour and rotten literati, and you want to turn the sky up with a few lines of sour and rotten poems?

Between the palms, light and fluttering, soft and soft, no wind and no waves, but some people can see the power contained in it, I am afraid that if it is gently stroked, the solid stone and steel will be decayed.

"Emasculation! Your opponent is the old man! ”

Fan Xichao, a veteran of the golden armor, stepped forward, and also slapped out with both palms.

But it's the previous palm, the next palm, the left palm, and the right palm.

It's messy, and the moves are out of order.

But in an instant, the palm shadows were layered on top of each other.

Everywhere in front of him is the shadow of the palm, overwhelming, facing Ju Wenzhen.

"Away from the chaos and destroy the mountain!"

There is chaos and a majestic atmosphere.

The palm of the palm collapses the mountain, and the palm of the palm splits the ground.

The two fought, and layers of aftermath rippled around them.

For a while, it is like a spring breeze caressing willows, and for a while, it is like a storm crashing on the shore.

No matter what, they were all so frightened that the ministers in the palace hurriedly fled.

"Humph!"

The "General Du" before the Yin soldier waited for a long time, and the two points of green fire under the iron helmet were faint, but there was no movement.

It's like watching a farce.

Only now did he snort coldly.

The iron helmet turned, and a cold voice said to Wang Zhen: "You did a good errand." ”

Ignoring Wang Zhen's panic, the iron helmet turned back.

"Ghost pawns listen to orders! Step forward and get ahead! Dare to block, hang the car, peel the skin and bone, and detain the soul! ”

The black-armored Yin soldier immediately raised his head and moved forward.

Some of the fleeing ministers accidentally ran to the head, only to see the black gas rolling and the black light flashing, and then they saw the heads rolling to the ground, and their eyes were still wide open, and they were crying in horror and wailing.

Before the other body fell to the ground, the skin and flesh on the body were like undressing, and the whole body came out, and the flesh and blood were separated, leaving only a blood-drenched skeleton, which was hooked by the iron lock in the hands of the Yin soldiers.

The footsteps of the Yin soldiers did not stop at all, and they walked straight towards the Jade Ladder Majesty.

The towering giant trees blocking in front of them also flashed in the black light, and the sackcloth flew and fell with a bang.

Han Yu's face was solemn and dignified, and he took another step.

Although it is only one step, it is like carrying a huge mountain, and it is very heavy.

There was a faint rumbling sound.

“……”

"After I was born, I raised my neck and looked at each other from afar!"

"I dream a lot at night, and I think about it during the day!"

"Look at the axe chisel marks in vain, and don't pay attention to the water navigation!"

"When you want to be a hand, the giant blade sharpens the sky!"

"The cliffs are crumbling, and the sky is thundering!"

Spit out poems, a dozen sentences in a row,

It's like speaking out of the mouth.

A heavy mountain shadow continued, and a tall figure faintly appeared in the void, dressed in coarse linen skin, wielding a skyscraper giant axe, and an axe chopped down, the cliff cracked, and the mountain cliff hole opened.

The flood rushed and poured out.

Yellow turbidity, rumbling, stirring up terrifying waves in the mountains, collapsing mountains and cracking the ground.

In an instant, the Yin soldiers were destroyed in the flood.

With one mouth and one tongue, there is the power of heaven and earth!

It's amazing!

"What a picture of Emperor Yu's water control!"

"Good poetry! Good article! ”

"Okay, good, good Han Changli!"

Liu Zongyuan looked at this scene, and it was difficult to press the agitation in his heart, and he shouted many good words in a row.

Still excited.

"Unexpected...... Since the Qin and Han dynasties, Kong Shengwen and Meng Shenghaoran have not seen the true transmission of my Confucianism for more than 1,000 years. ”

"Han and Wei Sancao, Wenxin carved dragon Liu Yanhe, Qi Immortal Taibai, throughout the ages, how many sages in the world have never reached this, but it really made you Han Changli achieve the unity of literature and Taoism, making the literary atmosphere visible!"

"My Confucian family has always read the poetry and books of sages, assisted the king, and supported the community, but there is no thunder means, the upper is to save the sky, and the lower is to kill the demons and evils, from now on, my Confucian sect finally has the power to protect the human race!"

"Han Yu! Han Changli! The way of vigorous words, carrying forward the past and forging ahead into the future, inheriting the past and opening up the future, is enough to be a generation of Wenzong! ”

"Vigorous words are appropriate" is the theory of the unity of literature and Taoism that Han Yue has always advocated.

The so-called text carries the Tao, the literati are full of righteousness, and the articles written are naturally appropriate no matter what the words are used.

The text is angry, and the anger follows the text.

The unity of literature and Taoism is easy to say, and there are very few people who have done it throughout the ages.

Even Meng Shengdu only "cultivated my Haoran Qi", although his Haoran Qi can penetrate the heavens and the earth, but he has never talked about it.

Han Yu's move opened up a path.

The unity of literature and Taoism, and the manifestation of the literary tone, make the article have its own way, so that the literati's sentence of "verbal criticism and writing" is not just empty words.

Therefore, with Liu Zongyuan's elegance, he is also so excited and out of shape.

"Mere mortals, bold and reckless, disrespectful to ghosts and gods, walking against the sky, how can you know the majesty of the sky!"

Looking at this scene, the miserable green flames under the iron helmet of "General Du" jumped and snorted coldly.

He pulled out a long black knife from his waist and swung it slowly.

Then I saw the rolling torrent suddenly parted.

The dry bones and iron armor scattered on the ground jumped and gathered one after another, and in the blink of an eye, one by one, the dark and gloomy ghost pawns got up again.

Swing the long song forward.

"Mengde, you and I can't let Brother Changli be beautiful!"

Whether it is Han Yu, Liu Zongyuan and others, they all know that the ghost in front of them is not so easy to solve.

"Humph! In terms of poetry, I Liu Mengde is never weaker than others! ”

Liu Yuxi said, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was groaning, but in a short moment, he opened his eyes again and stepped forward.

The cold voice recited: "Nine songs of the Yellow River thousands of miles of sand, waves and winds from the end of the world!" ”

"Boom ......!"

For a time, it was really like the Taibai poem a hundred years ago, and the water of the Yellow River came from the sky!

The water of the Yellow River falls from the sky!

On the lofty mountains, the yellow water is poured out, and the yellow sand is all over the sky!

He only watched Han Yu perform, and he learned this method of unity of literature and Taoism, and the manifestation of literary spirit.

And in a short period of time, he composed a verse.

It blends in with the Wendao situation depicted by Han Yu, and the power is doubled!

"General Du" hasn't reacted yet, and Ju Wenzhen over there is already very impatient.

All of these sour rots have such methods.

"The thieves are assassinated, and the princes will escort our family!"

He wanted to move, but the veteran Fan Chaoxi of the golden armor was so entangled that it was difficult to separate, so he had to shout: "You two, act quickly!" ”

He didn't care about hiding it in front of people at this time.

Above that majesty, the strange man who was not vulgar held a golden dagger in his hand, and looked back at the mountains and torrents, and the strange scenery of the Yellow River.

It's the same as that bewitching woman, and her heart beats like a drum.

Obviously, the ability of these "weak" sour Confucians really shocked them.

The two looked at each other.

But it was not as Ju Wenzhen ordered.

"Bold! Let go of Your Majesty! ”

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