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The sword light was brilliant, descending from the heights, and slammed into the boxy Forbidden City, which immediately attracted the attention of the Imperial Forest Army, and they shouted, and the arrows were released, and the swords were swirled, and the tide surged. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info.

"Ten Thousand Swords Dynasty Sect, the way of the sword is supreme, out of the sheath!"

Yan Chixia read the words, and the sword box behind him suddenly burst out with light, first a little, and then a little explosion, turning into countless small points of light, and the wind changed, all of them turned into small swords the size of silver needles, arranged in a formation, whistling, and swept away all the soldiers who rushed up-

Spike!

As soon as he saw him, the person who was hit by the sword immediately fell to the ground.

This kind of swordsmanship has long surpassed the mortal world, and there is no way for idlers to resist it. If there are thousands of troops and horses, the elite troops can still rely on the condensation of blood and qi to form an impact momentum. But now in the huge Forbidden City, except for the Imperial Forest Army on the periphery, the elite black-shirted guards are actually gone, and they don't know what to do in the palace.

The news of the coup had already been faintly spreading, and the morale of the Imperial Forest Army was not stable. Now that I see Yan Chixia as awe-inspiring as a god, I can't help but feel chills all of them.

Call!

The figure of the Flying Yaksha flashed, roaring in the sky, facing everyone, revealing his fangs.

"What the hell!"

This time, the Imperial Guards were even more afraid.

With the protection of Flying Yaksha and Yan Chixia, Chen Jianchen was very determined, with ink in his left hand and an evil pen, he began to graffiti and write outside the walls of the Forbidden City.

The Forbidden City has been regarded as the core of state rule since ancient times. The symbol of the imperial power is spotless, and no one dares to offend.

Those who dared to offend were killed.

But now. The golden-painted walls were filled with black ink.

Chen Jianchen's pen and ink.

He was fierce in his mind and scolded Fang Xuan, only to feel that his whole body was filled with surging power, fresh and exciting.

It feels good to write on the walls of the Imperial City and graffiti freely! Like a rebel scolding him, or like a rebel peeing and spitting on a banner.

Subverted, broken, free.

I didn't dare to do it before. What you can't do, what you can't do well, and now put it all into action, is called "freedom".

What the imperial authority is strict. What kind of luck of the son of heaven, under the stroke of the pen, reveals the fragile nature. "The sky is the people's view, and the sky is the people's hearing." Reading people, on the other hand, is to be a representative of expression. The pen in the hand should be upright, persuade but not listen, and the king should be pulled off the horse directly.

Such arrogance. It is the true nature of reading people.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this concern that Emperor Zhengming would promulgate the "Writing Law" at all costs. In order to break the will of the scholars, vigorously suppress it.

Apparently. He achieved a certain goal.

The implementation of the "Writing Law", thousands of horses together, greatly accelerated its cultivation behavior, if no one destroys, tonight, the world array is stimulated, Emperor Zhengming will swallow the world's domineering, achieve the way of turning into a dragon, and cultivate into an immortal.

Time is pressing, Chen Jianchen is completely following his heart, every big character is written, there are several feet in a square circle, the glyph spreads, and it can be done in one go.

It's not the first time he's done something like this, he used to do it once in Lanruo Temple. It's just that at that time, it was just a small monk's house, but now, it is a huge Forbidden City, and the workload is far greater than before, and the two cannot be compared.

"Lingtai has no plan to escape from the gods, and the wind and rain are like a dark homeland. Sending cold stars to Quan without noticing, I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood. ”

Chen Jianchen's thoughts are unbounded and unrestrained, as long as he thinks of it, he immediately writes it on the wall, which is in line with the famous sentence: "I write by hand and I speak".

Dou Da's handwriting, on the walls of the resplendent and inoffensive Forbidden City, is wild and unrestrained, full of a cathartic taste.

After being full of thick ink, Chen Jianchen also discovered a miraculous function of the evil pen, that is, after the ink was drunk, it was like a source, endless, and there was no longer a need for new ink.

In this way, he omitted many affairs, and he was overjoyed in his heart, and with a thought, he directly drove the Yaksha to fly in, stepped on himself, and stood on the back of the Yaksha.

In this way, you can stand taller, and you don't need to walk to move, which saves you a lot of time.

At present, Chen Jianchen's "Three True Chapters" has been practiced in the second realm of "meritorious service", and righteousness can be released externally, and there are many benefits.

Yan Chixia on the side stared with his eyes, and saw that he jumped up behind it, giving birth to a soldier's fetus, the whole body was white, it was the embodiment of the Haoran Yangwu Sword, which could be exposed to the outside of the body. Not only is it majestic, but it can also absorb energy and replenish it together with the qi of heaven and earth, and finally form a cycle, so you don't have to worry about being exhausted due to excessive consumption.

"Heaven and earth have righteousness......

Chen Jianchen wrote "Song of Righteousness" again, word by word, line by line, and bold strokes, appearing on the wall with teeth and claws, continuously, without any breaks. From a distance, it doesn't look like a word, but like a painting.

Abstract painting.

Or, in other words, such as the true seal style of Taoist priests.

At this time, the Imperial Forest Army that came to besiege came forward one after another, but under the protection of Yan Chixia's sword array, they couldn't get close at all, so they had to watch Chen Jianchen do whatever they wanted on the noble and undesecrated imperial city walls.

This life is bold.

It was even more shocking than blood revenge, and he directly wrote his statement and proposition on the wall of the imperial city, and the world knew it.

About an hour later, on the huge Forbidden City, two-thirds of the outer city wall was left with Chen Jianchen's ink treasure. Under the background of the golden brilliance, these handwriting are extraordinarily eye-catching and public.

Isn't the current emperor going to implement the new policy and be desperate for all obstructions? Isn't he going to arrest all those who dare to resist and oppose it?

Well, I will use the palace as a piece of paper, be straight, and tell the world what is the truth!

Yan Chixia was amazed, and when he looked at the sky, he saw a trace of white gas spontaneously, filling the entire sky above the Forbidden City.

These white gases, white and flawless, not contaminated with the slightest impurity, are like the silk spit out by the spring silkworm, a trace of silk, close to each other and combined, and then woven into a large piece.

"Haoran righteousness, what a piece of Haoran righteousness!"

Yan Chixia was full of praise, and under the effect of this white aura, the black, blood, and evil qi that were originally swarming around were blocked.

Haoran righteousness, all evils do not invade!

"Whew!"

It seemed to sense some unusual dangerous aura, and let out a muffled roar, as if it had come from the ground, with the intention of anger.

Hearing this roar, those Royal Forest soldiers were frightened, and they stopped attacking one after another, looking at each other blankly, not knowing what to do.

Yan Chixia's face tightened, and he shouted: "Sword Chen, be careful, it's coming out." ”

Chen Jianchen knew in his heart what "it" represented.

It is Emperor Zhengming, but it is not "Emperor Zhengming", because Emperor Zhengming has been taken away since childhood. Now it's a 10,000-year-old spider spirit.

Today's emperor is a demon who wears painted skin and eats people without spitting out bones.

That's the truth of everything!