These great Confucian spirits are the result of the will of the statue's owner. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

If it weren't for the advent of a shocking work, it would never have caused the spirit of Confucianism to come out.

And now, one after another the spirit of Confucianism has been submerged into Taicang's poems, which shows how earth-shattering this poem is!

Such a surging momentum has never been seen in Crescent City, which made all the people marvel and fall silent for a long time.

If it weren't for the poems of heaven and earth, how could it trigger this scene of thousands of Confucians singing in unison and ten thousand Confucians worshipping?

"This battle, I think it's going to be lost!" Huang Fuye slowly exhaled a breath, his expression a little sentimental.

What a game!

If Chang Manyi does not have the spirit pill attached to it, and there is no spirit of the Taicang, Lin Chen will have a great hope of defeating Shang in one fell swoop, so as to win this entire exchange event!

Since then, the Crescent Moon Dynasty has lifted the hearts of the people and increased their luck!

However, the sight inside the barrier had made him despair.

Thousands of Confucians sing in unison, thousands of Confucians worship!

The unprecedented situation of the Crescent Moon Dynasty in ancient and modern times has already shown how earth-shattering this poem is!

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Just when everyone was amazed, on the rice paper of Taicang's pen, the pillars of light that had been transformed by Haoran righteousness were already as straight as the sky.

The brilliance of the light actually covered the sky full of stars and moons, illuminating the sky above the entire Crescent City.

"It's time to show the weather!" Xie Yuan took a deep breath and finally said these words in a deep voice.

Such a masterpiece, it is natural to be able to show the weather!

I saw that above the clouds, there were dense and countless fiery red armored armies in the recruiting land. At a glance, it looks like a maple forest in the autumn colors, and the eyes are full of fiery red.

The horn sounded loud and urgent, and the flag hunted in the wind.

Columns of sergeants marched forward in orderly steps, rumbling forward like a mountain wall, shouting every three steps......

"Kill!"

Just shouting "kill" was as powerful as an earthquake and tsunami, which made many people in the square frightened.

"This, this, this...... The pen shows the weather, and hundreds of thousands of troops have been condensed?"

"That's an exaggeration, isn't it? It's just a poem! If he does appear on the battlefield, then what's the point of fighting?"

"The momentum of these soldiers is so terrifying!"

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In the face of such a huge military formation, a feeling of fear arose in the hearts of all the people.

"Not good!" Huangfu Ye's face was extremely gloomy, and none of the ministers had a good face.

They looked at the hundreds of thousands of troops in the sky, and there was a trace of hatred in their eyes.

Many people have been subdued by the fiery army, so it will lead to a lot of luck loss!

If they can't be stopped, and they are allowed to show off their power in the clouds, I am afraid that more and more people will lose confidence......

There was silence in the Huangfu industry, and the Holy Fox Academy was naturally applauding.

"It's worthy of being a great sage, I really admire!"

"Although we are going to fight to a draw with the Crescent Moon Dynasty this time, with this poem, it is enough to achieve our goal and make the Crescent Dynasty lose a lot of luck. ”

"That's right, in this way, the emperor and the dean won't blame us!"

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Several holy sons were full of joy to communicate, and Mr. Chang, who had been coughing while holding a handkerchief, was also full of laughter on his face at this time.

"After all, I got what I wanted!"

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In the enchantment that was overwhelmed by the righteousness of Haoran.

"Lord Liang, let's come too!" Lin Chen saw that the enemy's momentum above the clouds was so huge, he immediately couldn't restrain his emotions, and wanted to create a song for himself to confront it.

Lin ...... Lin Chen, do you really want to write?" Liang Feng heard Lin Chen's words, and his first reaction was to be stunned.

Taicang's poems have reached this realm, and it is not appropriate for us to be embarrassed again, right?

If it is written out of thousands of troops, it is estimated that it will be slaughtered in an instant!

At this time, it is better to abandon the pen and admit defeat!

"Of course I write! It's a rare opportunity to show off your skills and kill so many people from other courts!" Lord Liang, I said you write!" Lin Chen was not afraid, but said excitedly, "Shi Qi, go to Lord Liang's hands and give full play to your greatest ability!"

When Shi Qi heard this, the Ink Frost Divine Crystal Pen immediately broke away from Lin Chen's palm, and was finally taken over by Liang Feng.

"Here we go!"

Lin Chen shouted, full of killing intent, and then read aloud:

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The west wind is strong, and the healthy horse hisses the green sun moon!

Qingyang Moon, the sword light is like water, red ice and iron!

Pillow Jin Ge, wave Huang Yue, and the drum rushes into the sky and the sky cracks.

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Liang Feng wrote longitudinally, and the clouds flowed smoothly.

In the same way, the vast amount of Haoran righteousness suddenly appeared, making the entire enchantment a little brighter.

The clouds of majestic righteousness also turned into dozens of pillars of light that reached the sky, shooting towards the sky......

Like the light of snow crystals, it is particularly dazzling.

"Whew!"

"Shuffled!"

Suddenly, there seemed to be a loud wind, and the sound of torrential rain was incessant.

The pen falls into a storm!

Lin Chen continued.

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The silver knife and the snow slashed the enemy's head, and the iron horse chased the wind and destroyed the rotten leaves.

The brave king was returned, and the hundred soldiers were exhausted.

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Yu Fei is gloomy and bright, and the murderous spirit is night after night.

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Drink Qingyang, sing the wind, blood is blue, and the battle flag is raised!

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Lin Chenzhi stopped drinking, and Liang Fengzhi's pen also stopped.

When the poem was written, an incomparably brilliant purple light rose from the place where Liang Feng put his pen into the sky, and in an instant it overshadowed the light of all the pillars of light.

"Purple light, isn't Haoran's righteousness white, why is the purple light here too?"

"Do you say that there will be a scene of thousands of Confucians worshipping and sending thousands of Confucianism?"

"It's hard for me to see it! Lin Chen is too young after all, I think I may not be able to do it with a pen, right?"

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The people originally thought that Lin Chen would most likely give up his pen and admit defeat.

never thought that Lin Chen would still write a poem "hard-headed".

But they don't have hope for it!

You must know that the other party's poems are hundreds of thousands of troops condensed, but they have triggered the scene of ten thousand Confucian worship!

And Lin Chen's poems, presumably can't be done, right?

No matter how you think about it, Lin Chen, who is a young age, can't have such a powerful poetic path!

"Silly boy, you can't write a poem as much as you can, can you resist?"

"That's me to Dai Wensheng in front of me! Fool, you actually use your mantis arm as a car, waiting to be humiliated! Even if you can write down the weather, what if you are not strangled!"

"That's right! The light of rice grains also dares to compete with the sun and the moon, joke! I don't think there will be a great Confucianism!"

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In the pavilion of the Holy Fox Academy, the three holy sons ridiculed Lin Chen for a while.

I just didn't listen to Mr. Chang's face now, but suddenly became gloomy.

"This poem is so strong, so strong!" Mr. Chang exclaimed in a deep voice.

He had already carefully read the poem Lin Chen had just read in his heart...... Reading and reading, he felt that there was a touch of murderous aura that simply filled his mind. (To be continued.) )