"Boom!"

Looking at the rain of arrows from the sky, Cui Wen was not afraid of danger, only to see his eyes narrowed slightly, and he read in his mouth, "Chenben cloth, ploughing in Nanyang, living in troubled times, not seeking to reach the princes." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The first emperor was not despicable to his ministers, he was humiliated, and he looked after his ministers in the thatched house, and the ministers were grateful for the things of the world, so he allowed the first emperor to drive away..."

This is the Zhuge sage out of Qishan to march into the Central Plains, made the "Teacher Table", when he was the minister of Shu State, after the White Emperor City Tuogu.

When Cui Wen recited "The Teacher's Table", the ancient characters also turned into wisps of literary energy, and the rain of arrows that shot from the sky fell weakly at the moment when they were about to enter the body.

Thank you Zhuge Sage. Cui Wen was overjoyed in his heart and looked at the Zhuge Icon.

"Impossible, impossible!" Looking at the figure standing in front of him intact, Song Zong roared as if crazy.

Wenwu Temple is a temple dedicated to saints, how can you see blood?

Moreover, Cui Wen's recitation of the words of the sage Ming Ming for thousands of years inspired the prestige of the icon, and he categorically would not allow Song Zong to kill in the temple.

"Let me continue to play..."Before the words fell, Song Zong seemed to be reminded, and took out the secret edict of the Son of Heaven from his arms: "The saint is above, and the students have come to arrest the rebels under the secret edict of the Son of Heaven, please ask the saint to answer!"

In an instant, the statue of Zhuge Sage in the Wenwu Temple was brilliant, and at the same time, it also inspired a brilliant luster to be integrated into the secret edict of the Son of Heaven.

The secret edict of the Son of Heaven was indeed written by the emperor of the Son of Heaven, and with its seal, it was naturally able to obtain the consent of the sage.

"Zhuge Sage is on top, the temple is damaged, and the students will be built as saints in the future, and they will be offended today!" Song Zong was overjoyed and said with a cruel smile: "Traitor, the saints can't tolerate you, I think you have any other tricks?"

"Release the arrow!" Song Zong gave an order, and the rain of arrows in the sky came overwhelming again.

"After the overthrow, when the army was defeated, he was ordered to be in danger, and he was twenty years old. When Cui Wen continued to recite "The Teacher's Table", he had no literary spirit to help him resist the rain of arrows.

Looking at the dense rain of arrows, Cui Wen would not sit still, and immediately waved the wolf pen and drew ink whip marks, temporarily blocking the rain of arrows from shooting himself into a sieve.

Immediately afterwards, Cui Wen turned around and rushed into the temple, closing the gate, and immediately the sound of arrows piercing the wood was heard in his ears, which made people's scalps tingle.

Coming to the statue of Zhuge Sheng, Cui Wen muttered in a low voice: "In the 25th year of Dayu, the prince's seizure of the heir was an internal worry, and the alien demon offense was an external trouble. The minister's father was not involved in court politics, but personally led a large army in the Tianshan Mountains, fighting for ten days and ten nights to protect my frontier. ”

"Later, in the plan of the imperial power, Zhenguo was named treason and overturned in the Tianshan Mountains, and it has been ten or four years. The saint was unconscious and confused. ”

After Cui Wen finished speaking, the icon faded and lost its former luster, and then debris actually fell.

The Wenwu Temple has been built for thousands of years, and although the temple hall has been repaired occasionally, the icon has never been reshaped. Now, Cui Wen's words actually made the icon collapse, which is really unseen.

Although Zhuge Sage said that he was canonized, he still existed under the way of heaven and in reincarnation. This is contrary to the way of heaven, and it is the sacred heart that is judged, and it is difficult to ensure that the holy image is admired by students all over the world.

When the Son of Heaven ordered the Marquis of Zhenguo to be covered with dust, and wrote the secret edict of the Son of Heaven to arrest the descendants of Zhenguo, naturally he could not escape the punishment of Heaven. Although the Heavenly Dao will not directly descend on the Heavenly Punishment and punishment, the luck of the Great Yu Kingdom will gradually weaken.

"Rush in, life or death!" Song Zong roared sharply outside.

Cui Wen stood up, straightened his spine and walked out of the door, while saying: "The traitor is a murderer, and the saint is sheltered, but he is not a national minister." ”

The sentence 'really not the minister of the country' said, and the stone chips on the icon fell faster, and when Cui Wen opened the door, there was also a violent vibration behind him.

"Boom!" Zhuge Icon began to collapse, cracks all over the body of the icon, and then the cracks were as hideous as a gap, and the entire icon was completely collapsed.

The soldiers who had just rushed to the temple looked at the collapsed icon, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

For a while, he forgot his mission.

Song Zong was also stunned for a moment, and then shouted: "The traitor destroys the holy icon, the way of heaven does not tolerate it, cut off its head and confess to the saint." ”

"In the past, the breeze was unabated, and the heroes were shown in the battle, and the brave was shown in the encirclement. The ghost cries and the god number, the sky is terrified and the earth is miserable, Changshan Zhao Zilong, all the body is full of guts. ”

And at this moment, there was a sudden cold sound of recitation outside, and everyone looked back and saw that the white horse and silver spear were slowly condensed.

"I am Changshan Zhao Zilong!" "Ink Zhao Zilong is just as brave as the savior of Changbanpo, the white horse neighed, the silver spear was like a dragon, and the ghost of the forbidden army of the government was crying wolf.

Ink Zhao Zilong broke into the encirclement, killed in front of Cui Wen, and protected him behind him.

"Who is it?" Song Zong was shocked.

"Hehe, Song Gongzi has a bad memory, and he left the little woman behind so quickly, which really makes Mingyue sad. Lin Yuyan was dressed in a red power suit and walked into the temple step by step, but many government soldiers not only did not stop her, but automatically gave her a passage.

Seeing the people, Cui Wen smiled bitterly: "On that day, the poem went out of the town, amazing talent, and it was a hero who saved the beauty." Today, I am trapped in the temple, waiting to be caught, and the beauty saves the bear. ”

Looking at the ink Zhao Zilong in front of him, who was not staring, Cui Wen's face was solemn: "Why are you here?"

When Childe was talking to the nobleman that night, Shi Yan overheard. Wenmu Temple is the only way to Jeju, and I think that the prince will definitely worship the Zhuge sage, so..."Lin Yuyan smiled shyly and said in a low voice.

And when she saw that the Zhuge Holy Statue had collapsed, her beautiful eyes widened and her red lips were lightly hidden: "This, this..."

"I'm afraid it hasn't been repaired for too long, and it collapsed. Although the saint was wrong, it was not Cui Wen's turn to judge, although it was because of him, Cui Wen did not dare to recite it everywhere.

Maybe Zhuge Saints can accommodate him in large numbers, but how can other saints sit idly by?

"Miss Mingyue, as you can see, this person is not only a rebel of Dayu, but also disrespects the saint, destroying the holy statue is really intolerable, you had better be interesting. ”

Song Zong thought that talking about his stakes would make Lin Yuyan consciously back down, but he thought too highly of himself and underestimated others.

Lin Yuyan is a third-order scholar, and her literary talent is naturally extraordinary, saying: "In the past, the Son of Heaven was covered with dust, and the traitor was in charge, and the Marquis of Zhenguo was a loyal minister of Dayu, and the Son of Heaven had his own judgment in his heart. ”

"So, you're not willing to back down?"

"What do you say?" Lin Yuyan's face was cold, and she was about to do it with a wolf pen in her hand.

"Uncle Bao, Uncle Bao help me. "Although Song Zong is also a third-order scholar, he has not yet learned war poetry. And those government soldiers and forbidden troops were not Zhao Zilong's opponents, so they began to call for Uncle Bao to help.

Seeing this, Lin Yuyan unhurriedly took out a red gold pen: "Are you looking for him?"

"Red Gold Dragon Wolf Pen!!" When Song Zong saw this, he was immediately shocked, and his face turned pale.

The red gold dragon wolf pen, the pen barrel is made of keel, and the pen hao is taken from the cold and desolate snow wolf, which is very precious, and Uncle Bao regards it as heavier than his life.

Scholars often keep the four treasures of the study room, and on the civil and military continent, the four treasures of the study room are even more important to readers. The red gold dragon wolf pen is often accompanied by Uncle Bao, the pen does not leave his body, and now...

"No... Impossible, Uncle Bao is a second-order Wenhou, how can you be a third-order Wenhou's opponent?"

"If you don't believe it, you can try to ask for help. Lin Yuyan said while playing with the dragon wolf pen.

"Uncle Bao... Uncle Bao save me!Uncle Bao save me!!" No matter how Song Zong screamed, there was no response.

"What the hell is going on?" asked Cui Wen.

Lin Yuyan thought for a while, and said, "I was rushing to look for you just now, and I saw two strong men fighting fiercely, and finally Uncle Song Zongbao was defeated and died. ”

"I feel cold and my hair stands on end when I think about it now, do you know? That second-order Wenhou was almost instantly killed by that old man, it was too powerful. Thinking about it now, Lin Yuyan feels uncomfortable.

"What does the old man look like?" Cui Wen asked anxiously.

Later, through Lin Yuyan's description, Cui Wen affirmed that the strong man was Mr. Midsummer, and he had nothing to do with Mr. Midsummer, so why did he save himself?

"Oh, by the way, the old gentleman asked me to bring you a package. Lin Yuyan suddenly thought.

"Good. Cui Wen didn't open it for inspection, and casually straddled the package over his shoulder: "Let's get rid of this scumbag first." ”

"Well, I'm fighting alongside you. Lin Yuyan nodded heavily, her cheeks slightly red.

"Brothers of the forbidden army, you have a favor with me, no matter what the conspiracy says. Cui Wen looked at the iron-masked man's blade: "If it weren't for your help, I'm afraid I would have died in the city..."

"But you definitely won't be able to continue to be on an errand in the Imperial City, I have some silver taels, so let's take it as a coil. "If there is kindness, it will be repaid, and if there is revenge, this is Cui Wen.

As for the soldiers of Dajing Mansion, Cui Wen will not be merciful and must kill them all.

Scholars are iron-blooded, but that's it.

"Blade Leader, don't listen to slander!" Song Zong did not give up, and persuaded him: "As long as you help me kill him, I will definitely give you a son of heaven and make you an official and a knight." ”

"Think about it, power, beauty, good wine, you can get it at your fingertips, aren't men born in the world that's what they want? I can give it to you!"

"That's a lot of nonsense, die. Lin Yuyanjiao shouted, and immediately commanded Zhao Zilong to kill the enemy group, but intentionally or unintentionally avoided the forbidden army.

Cui Wen didn't talk nonsense, and entered the government soldiers with a wolf pen in his hand, and suddenly there was a ghost crying wolf.

"Blade Leader, what are you waiting for?" Song Zong roared in a sharp voice.

As if he had made a decision, the blade took off the iron mask, revealing a cold face, and split a government soldier in half with a single sword: "Brothers, kill me." ”

With the addition of the forbidden army brothers, the weak combat power of the government soldiers is not worth mentioning at all, and they are like a wind sweeping away the fallen leaves and killing them all.

Song Zong was also stubborn, and he did not give in and beg for mercy from beginning to end, although he was covered in blood, he looked directly at Cui Wen: "I am defeated, can I ask Your Excellency for your name? At least when I get to the bottom, I also know who killed me." ”

"Cui Jiajun, the son of the Marquis of Zhenguo, Cui Wen. ”

"Haha, it's not wrong, it's not wrong. The Marquis of Zhenguo is the husband of the world, just a plan of imperial power, it's a pity, it's a pity!"

"Cui Wen, the luck of the Great Yu Kingdom has declined, and the prince's seizure of the heir has become more and more intense, fortunately but also unfortunate. Song Zong sighed: "If you survive in troubled times, you will rise in troubled times, and I hope you can be like your father and swear to protect our home." ”

When a man is about to die, his words are good.

Song Zong didn't know that Dayu was worried about domestic and foreign troubles, but he had more than enough heart and not enough strength.

In the end, Song Zong died by self-determination.

Unexpectedly, Song Zong had such a patriotic heart, but he was deeply influenced by his father and woke up until he died. Lin Yuyan was a little sad.

"The family and country are unfortunate, Dayu has rotted from the outside to the inside, and only one seed is left that has not yet decayed. Cui Wen looked into the distance, and did not feel the pleasure of revenge at all: "That seed that has not yet decayed is us, and we have a long way to go." ”

Cleaning up the emotions that shouldn't be there, Cui Wen looked at the cold face of the blade: "Let's all get some entanglements and go their separate ways." ”

"I'm willing to be loyal to the young marshal!!"

"I'm willing to be loyal to the young marshal!!"

All the forbidden soldiers were on one knee to show their loyalty, and Cui Wen felt an incomparably heavy responsibility.