Words, really small.

Su Ang saw it and found that it was a simplified square word.

But Su Ang, who was agitated, saw that those small simplified characters began to twist and blur, and suddenly, they all changed into another font.

And it's something I don't know.,You can only understand it when you get a memory.,The font of Da Yao Kingdom!

"Little Housheng, it's just a little bit of Shang Yinwen, what are you surprised about? There's not much time, don't come soon!"

The previous weak voice regained its middle qi, and suddenly shouted, Su Ang, who was floating around Xi Meng, suddenly felt a huge force that pulled him into the book.

Subsequently, it was through countless times of time, and countless spaces were broken!

There was a gray patch in front of him, and he actually returned to the Eyebrow Divine Court of his body in the Great Yao Kingdom, Su Ang looked up and found that in this gray world, high in the sky, a huge roll of bamboo slips suddenly appeared.

The bamboo slips are flipped open to reveal the first and last names.

"Xian Qin You, Qu Yuan, Xun Kuang, Zuo Qiu Ming!"

"Two Hans, Jia Yi, Yang Xiong, Sima Qian!"

"Wei Jinyou, the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest!"

"There are Northern and Southern Dynasties, Shen Yue, Bao Zhao, Xie Lingyun!"

"Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties can see Wang Bo, Yang Jiong, Shangguanyi, Yuan Haowen, Shi Nai'an, Tang Bohu......

This is, "Twelve Dynasties Writers"!"

Su Ang, who was emotionally agitated and was startled by these celebrities, was about to ask loudly, when suddenly a figure appeared in front of him. This person was dressed in an antique satin crane, with a golden ribbon of Buddha's head tied around his waist, and his long flowing hair flowed freely like flowing water.

Emaciated, melancholy and bohemian are two completely different contradictory emotions, altered in those clear eyes.

"Tang Bohu, a merry and talented man, has been obsessed with his life and has been miserable all his life......

Little descendant, contemptible Tang Yin, Tang Bohu, this is polite. ”

Facing Su Ang's somewhat resentful eyes, Tang Bohu picked up a folding fan with a beautiful woman pattern, and his clear eyes circulated countless words in different fonts and different forms.

He seemed to see through Su Ang's heart, shook his head and said: "Little Housheng, you have to ask, no, you want to scold, why did you bring you back?" You should know very well that you were shot eight times in the body, and two more shots were shot in the heart, if you hadn't been chosen by the despicable people, you would have died long ago." ”

The resentment in his eyes gradually subsided, and in two years, Su Ang learned to suppress his emotions. He was not an unreasonable person, and after a little silence, he bowed down and said with ancient rites: "Great grace...... No thanks!"

Calmly accepting Su Ang's courtesy, Tang Bohu stretched out his hand, helped Su Ang up, clasped Su Ang's arm and said: "The contemptible person knows that you want to go back, and the contemptible person is also deeply touched by the woman's infatuation." In addition, your parents are here, and you should go back to fulfill your filial piety, but it is not easy to go back. ”

"How do I go back?" a mad flame burned in Su Ang's eyes.

Tang Bohu, who was staring at Su Ang's eyes, was obviously satisfied with this unyielding fighting spirit, and waved his folding fan into the sky, and the edge of the bamboo slips of "Wenhao Lu" lit up ten gorgeous palace lamps.

"Wenjie's cultivation needs the will of all beings, these ten palace lamps also need the wish of all beings, as long as you light the ten palace lanterns, you can go back for a day, if you can become holy, you can cross the sea of stars, break the sky, and shatter the sky!

"How to be holy?" Su Ang trembled a little.

Tang Bohu, who noticed Su Ang's timidity, raised his eyes, looked at the boundless sky from a distance, and said word by word, sonorous words like gold and iron:

"Slim!

Qi family!

Rule!

Flat world!"

Every word seemed to be tamped in the bottom of my heart, and every sentence also made Su Ang's face pale. At this time, Su Ang didn't understand the meaning of sanctification, he only knew that in the Great Yao Kingdom, Wenjie's cultivation was to show talents, lift people, and jinshi, and then there would be no more, and he didn't know what stage of sanctification it was, but he thought about it with his ass, and he also knew that he was much stronger than Jinshi.

Besides, self-cultivation, Qi family, governing the country, and leveling the world, all the Wenjie in Dayao Country are talking about it, and they all want to do it, but they have never heard of it, who has really done it!

A saint can shatter the sky, but this is clear, and it is also difficult for ordinary people to break the sky!

"Self-cultivation, it's okay, it's okay to Qi family, it's hard to govern the country, but I will try my best to do it, but 'leveling the world' ......"

Su Ang's voice was particularly dry, because in the memory he had gotten, the Great Yao Kingdom was just a relatively powerful country. In the west, there is the Western Chu, which is known as the second day in the sky, and in the east, there is the king who is mediocre, the prince is incompetent, and the prince and daughter hold the national platform, not to mention the demon king Chen of the Tailian Mountains, the sea dragon earthquake in the South China Sea, and the swamp 'don't' that the living are not allowed to enter.

Tang Bohu said that the world is level, it is definitely not, only the kind that needs to level the kingdom of the human race, right?

"It's too difficult!" Su Ang felt a tingle in his throat and eyes.

"It's hard, but it's not too hard!"

Raising his hand to throw the folding fan into the air, Tang Bohu touched the green bamboo thorn painting on Su Ang's left forehead to his cheek, and said, 'Bamboo, not bad', and then clapped his hands and groaned:

"The mountain is not high, but the name of the immortal. The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. Si is a burrow, but Wu Dexin.

The moss marks are green, and the grass is green. There is a lot of talk and laughter, and there is no white ding.

You can tune the piano and read the Golden Sutra. There is no silk and bamboo, and there is no case.

Nanyang Zhuge Lu, West Shuzi Cloud Pavilion. Confucius: What's ugly?"

The sound of groaning was muffled and frustrated, and Su Ang sensed that an extremely elegant and terrifying power expanded, and the folding fan thrown into the air fell with a clatter, turning into a moss-stained green fence and grass house, with a stone platform placed by a suqin, and a golden scripture spread out on the long case, and around them, it was already an extremely vast literati and elegant land.

What's even more terrifying is that with the sound of chanting, the bamboo slip "Wenhao Lu" that is still unfolding suddenly shines brightly, and countless beautiful snow-white smoke clouds rise up in the sky, enveloping exquisite pavilions and pavilions. And in every pavilion and pavilion, there are many people with big sleeves fluttering, as if immortals descending to the earth, soaring clouds, driving fog, dragons and phoenixes pulling carts, or stepping on the Milky Way Waterfall to reach the door.

"In the past, Brother Zhuge still has the same demeanor, and Meng De is polite. ”

"Su Dongpo, you are a nun who is a nun in the qin, come on, come on, today I, Liu Yong, want to fight with you for three hundred rounds!"

"Liu Sanchang, you actually have the courage to appear?"

Thousands of people entered the fence and grass house with gold and silver, and found a place to sit without contradictions, and when they played the piano and wrote poems, they stared at Su Ang and laughed, those who had contradictions, especially Su Dongpo, who caused the talented female prostitute Qin Cao to cut her hair as a nun, and Liu Yongliu rolled up their sleeves three times, and the celebrity demeanor was ignored, and they became a mess.

Zhuge Liang and Cao Mengde complimented each other, but one pulled out his sword, the other reversed the goose feather fan, his eyes were aimed everywhere, and he also wanted to smoke cold, and give each other a heart-to-heart first......

"Ahem, I'm smiling, I'm smiling. ”

Tang Bohu, who noticed the surrounding scene, spoke casually, and he didn't blush when he had always been bohemian, so he grabbed Su Ang's shoulder and introduced it to the writers of the Twelve Dynasties present.

Su Ang, who was being pulled, quickened his pace.

"According to you, Suang!"

Tang Bohu turned his face and said sonorously: "Since the pre-Qin period, everyone in the Twelve Dynasties, a total of 8,888 writers and celebrities, all of them are your grandfathers!"

Is it difficult to become holy?

Grace Master, would you like it?"

Grandpa, Goldfinger, Apprentice?

What do you think...... Something is wrong?

Su Ang, who was stunned by this big scene, didn't think much about it, and bowed to his teacher and said: "Su Ang, a junior of the next generation, meet your teachers!

"That's good, let's make a tea. ”

Tang Bohu was extremely satisfied with Su Ang's respect for his teacher, and smiled smugly at everyone in the Twelve Dynasties, but when it was his turn to drink tea, he waved his hand and refused.

Su Ang, who was pushed away with the teacup in his hand, raised his head and looked at Tang Bohu, who should belong to the 'talker', suspiciously.

"The despicable man will not be long in coming, and I will not see you sanctified. ”

Facing Su Ang's puzzled expression, Tang Bohu smiled extraordinarily freely......

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