It is really a valuable person with self-knowledge, once he does something beyond his ability, it will bring an unimaginable blow to himself, just like Lin Hu at this moment. Music-Text

Originally, he just wanted to brush up his sense of existence with the majestic and long-lasting "Song of Righteousness", but after he really started writing, Lin Hu found that the poem was too big and too heavy, and it was not something he could bear at all.

The difficulty coefficient of his writing is even higher than that of "Will Enter the Wine", no, strictly speaking, it was the ninth master who put most of the pressure on him last time, and provided him with most of the literary tone needed for the whole poem, otherwise he may not know how miserable the end will be.

Thinking of this, Lin Hu once again used his mind to communicate with the magic pen hidden in the middle dantian, but in the end, there was no reaction at all.

This is definitely intentional!

Seeing that Jiu Ye was soaked in the milky white aura of "pretending to be dead", no matter how he called, he didn't see any improvement, and Lin Hu was out of luck.

Of course, Lin Hu is ooxx in his heart, uh, the painting style is wrong, it should be said that he cursed I don't know how many times!

Actually, Jiu Ye really wanted to deliberately teach Lin Hu a lesson, not to mention "Will Enter the Wine" or something before, the last time he crossed a catastrophe, he even led out the terrifying existence of the Eye of the Sky, this kind of behavior can no longer be described as lawless, it is unruly, and the gods and demons who are high above will be scared out of cold sweat by Lin Hu.

If it weren't for its special identity, Lin Hu would have been destroyed by humanity, well, it was the way of heaven that was destroyed, and even with it, its "bystander" would have been unlucky.

But even so, as Lin Hu's "guarantor", it was also pitted by Lin Hu.

If he doesn't teach him a lesson, he may poke out a big basket, so the ninth master chose to stand by and watch.

Of course. There is one more thing not to say, the terrifying intuition of the ninth master told it that what Lin Hu was going to write this time was also an earth-shattering treasure of literature and Taoism.

As a pen, it is a great honor to be involved in the production of a work of this calibre.

Under normal circumstances, the Ninth Master was happy to help Lin Hu, because it would also be of great benefit to his own growth.

But on the contrary, the Ninth Master is now dragging a broken body, and he lost a lot of vitality because of the Heavenly Dao contract not long ago, so he was stubborn. It will definitely make its current situation worse, and it may even sleep for tens or millions of years.

So, after the ninth master chose to watch. Lin Hu was stupid.

It was no longer a question of whether he wanted to write or not, but a mighty river pressed on his head, forcing him to continue.

However, at this moment, Lin Hu didn't want to write, it was difficult to move a finger, because the things that pressed on him were too heavy.

This way. Lin Hu stopped. But the tribes studying at the foot of the academy mountain are about to turn the sky upside down.

Although the tribes of the Great Wilderness have to join forces because of the external environment, they usually compete for suitable hunting territory. There will be some friction, and the damage of the clan is inevitable.

Originally, the "hatred" between those tribes was suppressed by reality. But through the catalysis of the silver river, everyone, whether it is the youngest. is still the elders of the clan, and they all feel that they are upright, so they should fight for the tribe and swear to the death.

If it weren't for the suppression of the academy, the parties might have fought a long time ago, but even so, there is a tendency that the bullet cannot be suppressed.

However, just as those barbarian men were screaming and preparing to rush forward, the silver river in the void suddenly changed.

I only heard a powerful voice "Down is the river", and then the silver-white river parted and sank downward.

On the way to the fall of the Milky Way, it really turned into a vast mountain and a vast river, seeing the mountain pressing on the top, the long river pouring down, countless people found that they seemed to be unable to escape the affected range, helpless, can only close their eyes in despair.

However, after waiting for a long time, the imaginary death did not come, and I slowly opened my eyes to see countless surprised faces.

This is...... Fake?

The joy of dying was just needless to say, but it didn't last long before their nervous voices came again.

"The above is ...... For the sun star!"

Brilliant light burst out, and then, there was no more......

All visions, silver rivers and mountains, have vanished.

Although this vision only lasted for a while, it brought an indelible shock to these people from the Great Wilderness tribe, and even with it, Zhuang Yuyuan was also mysterious and tall in their hearts.

In a certain study room of the academy, Lin Hu, who caused all this, fainted on the ground, next to Xiahou Zhenjun, who looked anxious and was about to pee.

If you look closely, there is a piece of paper on the purple desk that looks like gold but not gold, and jade but not jade.

The paper was very thin, with only 20 words on it, but it weighed more than 10,000 catties.

What Lin Hu was holding tightly in his hand was a broken pen, however, this was not the point, because if someone looked carefully at Lin Hu's heart, they would find that Lin Hu's heart was temporarily placed with a faint green fluorescence......

At the same time, in the chaos far outside the world, something happened that was difficult for the world to detect.

There are always legends of saints in the world, however, no one has ever seen a saint for millions of years.

This is because the saint has long been free from the traction of the vast world and lives outside the nine heavens, in other words, in the depths of chaos.

It was an ordinary-looking thatched hut, and a middle-aged man with a serious face was sitting on a mat inside.

This middle-aged man also looks very ordinary, and to some people, he looks like a middle-aged teaching director with a "hateful face".

However, this ordinary middle-aged man is a god in the hearts of countless people, because his name is Mencius, that is, Mengsheng in the mouths of countless Confucian scholars.

Mencius's realm is very high, how high is it? higher than the Nine Heavens!

As early as I don't know how many thousands of years ago, Mencius had already reached the spiritual realm of "not being happy with things, not being sad with oneself".

However, in this short moment just now, his heart, which had been silent for countless years, actually throbbed.

Mencius frowned, when he reached his realm, it couldn't be an unprovoked whim, something must have happened related to him.

What exactly?

He is not a Confucian saint, and he is not good at divination and deduction, but when he reaches a certain level, there is nothing wrong with simply calculating things related to him.

Closing his eyes, Mencius seemed to be integrated into heaven and earth, and a mysterious aura came from him, at this moment, Mencius seemed to have incarnated into a great avenue, vast and unfathomable.

Suddenly, Mencius opened his eyes, and a flash of joy flashed away, only to see him muttering excitedly, "My way can be expected!" (To be continued.) (。 ))