It wasn't until the voice of the Holy Dao appeared that the Left Ministers understood why Liu Shan was so angry. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There is a river flowing outside the palace, which runs through the capital from west to east, and the west belongs to Jin, so it is called Jinshui River.

Opposite the main gate of the palace is the Jinshui River, and now, a ten-zhang high dragon gate appears in the river.

The Jinshui River boiled instantly, and all the water tribes desperately swam towards the Dragon Gate.

The holy sound leads the dragon gate, and ten thousand fish compete to jump.

The high sky originally condensed thick thunderclouds, and slowly absorbed the power related to the "Book of Filial Piety" and Yasheng Zengzi between heaven and earth, but now the voice of the Holy Way has come out, which not only strengthens the effect of "Two Gifts to Liushan Farewell Mother", but also strengthens the effect of the previous "One Gift to Liushan Ciwu Cry".

The sound of the holy way formed by "a hundred virtues and filial piety first, no trace of the heart, and no filial piety in the cold door" caused the resonance of the holy way between heaven and earth, and the power left by Zeng Zi between heaven and earth quickly gathered directly above the capital.

Slowly, a vast and majestic aura gathered in the sky above the capital, and no one could see what was above the dark clouds, but everyone felt as if there was a saint standing high in the sky, a half-saint condensed by the way of filial piety.

Inside and outside the capital, men, women and children, all looked up at the sky and sighed.

The poem "Two Gifts to Farewell to the Old Mother in Liushan" itself is excellently written, making up for the shortcomings of the first poem of lack of talent, adding a strange sadness and even anger to the filial piety in the sky, and making the thunder in the dark clouds thicker.

The left party looked at Fang Yun, revealing a look of despair, Fang Yun's move was too clever, one step at a time, not giving Liu Shan any chance.

Nowadays, the power of the Holy Dao in the sky is highly condensed, as long as it is strengthened, it may form a substantial Holy Dao power, and when the time comes, whether it is to trigger the projection of the "Book of Filial Piety" to punish Liushan, or to give birth to the idea of Zengzi, Liushan will inevitably be completely destroyed.

Only the Zongsheng in the world can save Liushan, but that also means that the Zongsheng will pay a huge price.

The Zuo Xiang Party is extremely conflicted in their hearts at the moment, obviously expecting the Zong Sheng to make a move, but they are afraid that the price paid by the Zong Sheng will hurt themselves too much, but if the Zong Sheng does not make a move, then if Liu Shan can't hold on and the future is lost, the Left Xiang Party will be completely destroyed.

Some people found that Yanagiyama's right hand moved lightly, but it did not cause any changes, and guessed that Yanagiyama's vain attempt to use the power of the Daoist to resolve it failed.

Some great Confucians looked at Liushan coldly, although the Zongsheng gave Liushan the status of the Daoist, but the power of the Daoist has many limitations, and he can attack the enemy who threatens his life, but he can't fight against the filial piety of the human race at this moment, let alone break the rules in the Wenbi.

It was Liu Shan's own promise to receive Fang Yun's gift poem!

"Pick it up. ”

Fang Yun no longer asked Liu Shan, stretched out his hand and flicked it, and the paper flew towards Liu Shan.

The crowd looked at the paper again, and the page looked like a mountain peak, and it was even larger than the previous one.

Liu Shan clenched his teeth, his cheeks bulged, his forehead was bruised, his face was sallow, and he stretched out his arms so that the second page of the poem fell on top of the first poem.

This time, everyone could clearly see that Liu Shan's arms had dropped two inches so hard that his body shook slightly, and he almost fell due to unsteady standing.

Yanagiyama's breathing became heavy, and his arms seemed to be holding two peaks instead of two pieces of paper.

His legs, slightly bent.

The arrogant Liu Xiang, the arrogant Liu Shan, the extremely strong sect disciples, and the scholars of the miscellaneous family can no longer stand up straight.

Yanagiyama's legs were bent, but his neck was straight, and his head was still held high.

"Liu Gong ......"

Several officials who had been following Liu Shan had red eyes and almost cried.

How could they have seen such a wronged Liu Shan, at this moment, it was even more embarrassing than taking off Fang Yun's boots.

It was willing to gamble and lose, and this time, it was like a dying old dog.

At this moment, Liu Shan's gaze was extremely calm, and everyone saw an invincible will in his eyes, as if no one in this heaven and earth could knock him down.

The legs are bent and bold, and the hands hang down and the head is high.

Fang Yun smiled indifferently, nodded lightly, and said, "Liu Gong is so kind, Fang admires it." So, do you dare to take the next third song?"

Everyone looked at Willow Mountain.

When Liu Shan took over the second poem, the dark clouds over the capital began to spread rapidly in all directions, and by the time Fang Yun opened his mouth, it had already spread to the panorama of Jingguo, and even Qingguo, Qiguo and Wuguo were also affected.

In Chang County, 800 miles away from the capital, an eight-year-old child grabbed a thorn stick in his hand and beat the woman in front of him desperately.

The middle-aged woman screamed in pain, but she only dared to block it with her arm and did not dare to fight back.

The woman's body was full of new and old wounds, and her face was miserable.

After beating for a while, the middle-aged woman finally couldn't hold on, and cried: "Child, I'm your own mother, don't fight, don't fight! Master, master, come out and save me......"

The child scolded while whipping: "Stinky woman, I don't want you to buy me a good inkstone from Ming Bao Zhai!"

"The inkstone you said can't come down without seven hundred taels of silver, we are just a small family, what can we buy it?" ”

"My father said that you have a dowry, you sold those gold and silver jewelry, and then go to your mother's house to ask for some money!

At this time, a middle-aged man walked slowly, coughed lightly, and said, "Yu'er, don't be rude to your mother." ”

The boy continued to whip while looking at his father and said, "My mother didn't even buy the inkstone, do you think you should beat it?" No, you said you might as well let her go out and sell it. ”

Hearing the child say such things, the child's father was not angry.

At this moment, the woman blocked hard, and the rattan missile landed on the child.

"Ah...... Daddy, she hit me!" the child yelled with a crying voice.

The middle-aged man was furious, ran two steps and flew up and kicked the middle-aged woman in the face, the middle-aged woman screamed and fell to the ground, her head hit the ground hard, and she cried in fright.

The middle-aged man kicked a few times, and the child also kicked hard, scolding while kicking.

At this moment, an arm-thick thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky, and it struck the woman directly.

The father and son hurriedly retreated in fright, looking at the middle-aged woman in surprise.

The woman suddenly got up, ran not far away, took a stick, and rushed at the father and son.

The father and son were amazed to see that the woman's eyes were red and she looked crazy.

The middle-aged man scolded angrily: "Slut, put down the stick!"

"Dad, kill her, she dared to fight back, she just ignored the three outlines and five constants, she should be killed alive...... Ah......h

Before the boy could finish speaking, the woman waved her stick and pointed it at her son's shoulder.

Bang!

There seemed to be a great force hidden inside the wooden stick, and in a single moment, the child's shoulder and skull were shattered, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the left arm could fall off at any time.

The middle-aged man was stunned and watched as his wife threw four sticks in a row, completely breaking the child's shoulders and knees.

"Ah......h

"You ......"

Before the middle-aged man could start scolding, the woman brandished a wooden stick and hit her head and face, and finally beat her husband to pieces, beating him to death.

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