When the evil monk heard the words of the enlightened master monk Shi, he was shocked, after all, monk Shi has always been very reliable, and he didn't lie to himself seven or eight times out of ten, since he said it was dangerous, it must be very dangerous. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The evil monk also wanted to turn around and flee, but he found that he seemed to be bound by something, and he couldn't take a step no matter what.

And when the evil monk wanted to ask Monk Shi for help, he found that Monk Shi had already run away.

The evil monk was even more shocked in his heart, even if he didn't know what the so-called "Wenchang" of this Great Zhou Kingdom was, but he could vaguely guess that its power was extremely terrifying.

Monk Shi had already run away at this time, and he didn't care about it, in short, the dog emperor of the Great Zhou State was not to be provoked now, because he had seen Wenchang once.

It was after the big battle between Hou Zhou and Tian Zhou - it can be said that due to Lin Yan's unbounded poisonous schemes, the ending was tragic and extraordinary.

At that time, the flood had not yet receded, and the charred and drowned bodies were floating on the water, dense and invisible.

The smell of the barbecue and the stench of the soaked corpses were intertwined, and this uncomfortable feeling was unbearable even for the alien monster of Monk Shi, not to mention the rain, wailing, and ghostly winds—it seemed that everyone who passed by here could feel the cries of countless dead ghosts full of resentment.

Monk Shi was not out of compassion, he just wanted to get some military information about the Later Zhou State from here, but when he saw this scene, he decided in his heart that the ruler of the Later Zhou State was a terrible demon.

While checking the situation of the battle, Monk Shi met an old man.

This man was dressed in a decrepit manner, and often stayed by the pool all day, doing nothing, and even Monk Shi did not see him eating, the man just stared blankly at the corpse on the surface of the water and lamented.

"Hmph, another sour old Confucian student. After Monk Shi confirmed the identity of the old man, he just sneered.

Monk Shi looked down on these Confucian scholars of the Great Zhou Kingdom, and in his eyes, these Confucian scholars were powerless. and without any skills, only youthful endowment, not worth a damn, it is simply a waste of food. He also didn't understand why the Great Zhou Kingdom attached so much importance to this group of waste.

"Presumably, this rotten Confucian wants to use this scene to write some kind of article about lamenting the hardships of life, right? But what's the use?" Monk Shi was very disdainful of this old Confucian's approach, but he didn't know why, Monk Shi felt in his heart that he should not despise this old Confucian so much.

So, Monk Shi unknowingly stayed on the ruins of this battlefield for three days, and he couldn't help but observe Lao Ru every day. However, it was found that Lao Ru did almost nothing except be in a daze.

Just when Monk Shi was disheartened and decided to give up observation, the sun had just risen on the fourth day, and suddenly, he felt that something seemed to have changed between heaven and earth.

This change was only a feeling, and Monk Shi couldn't say clearly, but his intuition told him that this change was real, and the reason was in the old Confucian.

Monk Shi hurriedly put down the work at hand. He hurried back to the place where he had observed Lao Ru in the past.

At this time, Lao Ru had not eaten, drunk or slept for three days or three days, his description was withered, but his bearing was becoming more and more extraordinary.

In front of Lao Ru is no longer a pool of dead people, but a low case, on which pen, ink, paper and inkstone are neatly placed.

The old man sat on his knees, still staring at the water of Wang Yang Pond in a daze, but his momentum continued to rise with the passage of time, and even the monk Shi was surprised to find that he unconsciously had a fear of the old man in his heart.

Picking up the pen and dotting the ink, the old Confucian began to write on the white paper. And the momentum between heaven and earth seems to be constantly changing with the strokes of Lao Ru, and the wind is surging.

The time for the old Confucian to write was not long, and it even took less than two quarters of an hour, which can be described as a complete work.

Monk Shi looked at the old man in disbelief. Because he suddenly found that the weather did not know when it began to clear, and the yin wind that was always lingering in his ears did not know when it would disappear.

Monk Shak's instinct told him – it was just a creature instinct – that the paper on the desk with the rich, sonorous words exuded a power that would make anyone want to worship.

It's a masterpiece of the ages!

However, Lao Ru did not seem to have a sense of accomplishment in completing the masterpiece, but sighed and rolled up the article without hesitation. Plunge directly into the river!

In less than an hour, the almost invisible ocean faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon revealed the moist land, and the countless corpses floating on the river seemed to have changed because of the water receding, and when the flood receded, they were all buried deep in the ground, and they could not see half of them.

What surprised Monk Shi even more was that such an earth-shattering change seemed to be natural in his feelings, and there was no abruptness.

Thousands of ghosts can be quantified with a piece of paper, thousands of floods can be faded with a piece of paper, and the dead can be settled with a single article—no one but God can do this kind of skill!

What kind of power is this? Monk Shi Khan rained down, and he kept recalling in his mind about the description of the ability of "articles" in the history of the Great Zhou Kingdom.

"Wenchang"! Monk Shi quickly found this title for mystical power.

In the many historical records of the Great Zhou Kingdom, there are many great Confucian who calmed the monstrous waves with a piece of paper, or made the red land rain nectar for thousands of miles with a beautiful piano music, and even made the angry rivers freeze thousands of miles in the dog days with a beautiful painting......

Regarding this mysterious power, the history of the Great Zhou Kingdom called it "Wenchang".

This is the power to shake the heavens and the earth with literary brilliance and talent, and to make it move for itself, and because of this, this power is terrifying.

But such a terrible power is very difficult to trigger. The requirement of this power is to "shake the world with literary talent and talent", that is to say, the written article or the expression of talent must be sung through the ages.

This kind of formation condition is already very harsh, and what is even more demanding is that this power is very short-lived, and it is only valid in the process of forming the work and the moment after it, and it has a one-off, that is, even if it is written as an excellent work for the ages, but after this period of time, no matter how good the work is, it will not be able to arouse Wenchang.

Some people say, that's easy to do, I can think of a good article for the ages, and then write it slowly, and then write it when I want to use Wenchang. In fact, anyone who has written an article knows that this is not realistic.

One of the most important opportunities to create a masterpiece is inspiration, but inspiration is fleeting and difficult to follow, and it is necessary to create at that moment in order to condense the masterpiece.

Therefore, why did this old Confucian stay here for three days and three nights without sleep, because to use such a powerful Wenchang, the requirements of this article can be imagined, and the old Confucian can only catch a trace of fleeting inspiration in this way.

From that day on, Monk Shi no longer dared to underestimate the Confucian students of the Great Zhou Kingdom, he was very worried that he would accidentally be given such a blow by Wen Sheng with a knife and pen - the Wenchang needed to kill a person may not be so high.

But the monk is wrong, for the talented Confucian, he may occasionally be able to mobilize this level of Wenchang, but the average Confucian writer writes mostly sour and rotten pen and ink, not to mention Wenchang, and it is dirty for people to wipe their buttocks.

That's all for the time being, let's go back and look at the assassination scene at this time.

In the previous battle, Tang Jie was not prepared, so he couldn't make any articles for a while, but with the easing of the battle situation, coupled with the facts that Tang Jie knew and the heartache of the candidate's murder, Tang Jie was filled with grief and anger, and he was actually inspired to be enlightened, so that he suddenly grabbed it, and it was only then that Wenchang of this article was condensed.

Don't look at Tang Jie as an emperor, but when he was the crown prince, he was one of the proud disciples of the contemporary Confucian Zhou Ting, but even so, it was not easy for Tang Jie to condense into Wenchang.

When an enemy escaped, Tang Jie's Wenchang did not weaken because of this, but as his writing became more and more exquisite, Wenchang's strength became greater and greater, and even locked up all the alien monsters present.

When Tang Jie's last stroke was completed, all the alien monsters, except for the escaped monk Shi, but including the evil monks, all disappeared, no, to be precise, they were all wiped out by heaven and earth.

And Tang Jie's masterpiece of short bloody pen written on his sleeve also disappeared with Tang Jie's sleeve because of Wenchang's sacrifice to heaven and earth.

When everyone saw the emperor's hand, they were all dumbfounded, not knowing what was going on, but they were even more afraid of Tang Jie - there was no way, after all, Wenchang was so rare, no one could recognize what this terrifying power was. (To be continued.) )