After that, he turned his head to look at Xing Meng and said with a light smile: "You have accepted my inheritance, it stands to reason that you are my disciple, but I don't have time to teach you, so I can only let Xiao Zhuang teach you for me." However, since I have apprenticed, then I can't skip the apprenticeship. ”

Wen Junzi stretched out his hand, and suddenly, the Siguo Cliff beside him collapsed, and the mountain behind him, like a turtle climbing, suddenly shook.

Xing Meng's eyes were shocked.

Turtle Mountain.

Lived!

There was a lot of movement in Guishan, and in an instant, cracks opened on the ground, like an earthquake of magnitude seven or eight.

Bang!

Turtle Mountain was raised around it, but there were four thick and huge turtle legs.

It turns out that this turtle mountain is a very large turtle.

"Gu Yan, I'm leaving, but I can't take you away, in the future, you can follow me, a little disciple, his talent is stronger than mine, and his future achievements will definitely surpass mine."

Mr. Wen looked at the huge turtle like a mountain and said.

Boom!

Rumble!

Rumble!

The tortoise waved its limbs, the earthquake became more intense, and its size became smaller.

Eventually, it became the size of a palm.

The whole body is the color of jasper, which is very clear, and it does not seem to be the same species as ordinary turtles.

What's even more surprising is that the turtle has a white jade brush in its mouth!

The turtle jumped on the shoulders of the gentleman, stretched out his little head, and arched the face of the gentleman, and his eyes showed a strong reluctance.

"Hey! There is no feast in life, and the fate of you and me has come to this day. ”

After Wen Junzi finished speaking, he handed the turtle to Xing Meng.

"Gui Yan will treat you like me, and you must also treat Gu Yan well! If you have any questions, just ask Xiaozhuang and he will tell you.

Just now you have successfully inherited the flame of Wendao, the cultural context is beginning to awaken, and the literary spirit is also recovering, those scum of the family will inevitably perceive that I can't stay for a long time, I can't attract them, I want to go to the remnant spirit, do the last thing for the inheritance of Wendao! ”

"For you, buy the most time!"

Wen Junzi said in a deep voice.

After speaking, he finally glanced at the two of them and said, "Little apprentice, take care!" Turtle Yan, don't be so lazy anymore, be diligent, it's not okay to sleep lazy every day. ”

looked at Zhuang Wuya again and said, "Xiaozhuang, although your talent is not strong, I accept you as an apprentice, which is something I am very proud of in this life." ”

Then, Mr. Wen smiled and sang in a long voice:

"I am a madman in this book, Feng Ge laughs at the group, walks the dragon and snake with the pen, and kills the enemies of heaven and earth!"

Before the song was finished, the others had already flown up, piercing the sky, and flying into the distance.

"Teacher!"

Zhuang Wuya's eyes were full of tears, his whole body trembled, and his voice was grief-stricken.

The turtle inkstone held in Xing Meng's hand also let out a wail!

Like a child who is reluctant to leave his mother's arms, he feels sad.

…………

……

Above the nine heavens, the wind is torn!

Wen Junzi flew over the nine heavens, overlooking the earth, and following his perspective, we found that the treacherous clouds of the entire continent were surging.

The boundless forests, the hot deserts, the vast rivers, the endless grasslands, the whole world passed by like a passing cloud at his feet.

Wen Junzi took a step of hundreds of miles, and crossed countless mountains and rivers in an instant, he glanced down at the stretches of mountains and rivers, and his eyes showed nostalgia.

"The mountains and rivers nurture it, the sun and the moon nourish it, the heart is like a sharp sword and unyielding, and the Zheng Zheng roars angrily to cut the evil!"

At this moment, Wen Junzi froze his mind, and the battle intent in his body suddenly boiled high-pitched, like a volcanic magma about to erupt in his peers, hot and hot.

He went all the way forward, and his destination went straight to the Central Plains.

The Central Plains is more prosperous and has a larger population.

Somewhere in the Central Plains, there is an abyss that is deep and the entrance of the cave is very wide!

Name, Demon Suppression!

At this moment, countless qi and blood gathered from all directions, pouring into the Demon Suppression Abyss.

The sheer size of these qi and blood is shocking!

It seems that at the bottom of the Demon Abyss, there is an extremely terrifying existence, like a glutton, opening its mouth of blood basin and swallowing the sky, constantly devouring the qi and blood surging from all over the world.

Obviously, here, there is an extremely large formation, and the range of qi and blood that this formation can absorb is extremely vast and huge!

If Xing Meng were here, he would feel its horror.

The nine blood refining arrays arranged by the Chu family before, compared to this, are not even small and big, at most they are the comparison between ants and Kunpeng.

Wen Junzi glanced at it, and his heart was cold.

Laugh at!

Wen Junzi stopped in the sky above the Demon Abyss, his face was cold, and his killing intent was rampant.

"Who dares to set foot in the sky above the Demon Suppression Abyss?!"

At this time, in the Demon Suppression Abyss, an old voice sounded.

The next moment, this figure appeared in front of Jun Wen.

"Reader? The breath of Wendao? ”

The man sniffed and frowned.

"You are the remnant of Wendao! Who is it? ”

The path of martial arts is cut off, and the road of literature and Taoism is destroyed.

Unexpectedly, today, there are still remnants of Wendao, and they actually dare to set foot in the Demon Suppression Abyss!

"You don't deserve to know my name!" Wen Junzi said coldly.

"Presumptuous, you are just a wisp of remnant spirit, you dare to make such a big statement, no one in your eyes, looking for death!"

The old man stretched out his hand and waved, and a long sword of qi and blood floated above his head, and with a slight press, it shot at Jun Jun Wen like thunder.

"Die!"

"Although I am a remnant, I am not a rat like you to be bullied!"

Wen Junzi read in his mouth: "Haoran's sword qi is soaring in the sky, and he will punish the family for eating people and dogs!" ”

A long sword condensed by the aura of Haoran Wen formed on the side of the gentleman, exuding a chilling murderous aura.

"Haoran Gentleman's Sword! You are one of the ten gentlemen under the throne of Wen! Who are you? Wen Sheng is dead, why are you, as the gentleman under his throne, still there? ”

The old man was shocked and angry, and shouted.

In the face of this thunderous sword, the old man's whole body burned with qi and blood, surging, boiling like a flame.

"What about the ten gentlemen, the ten gentlemen who are only left with remnants are just papier-mâché tigers!" The old man drank vigorously, and his momentum continued to skyrocket.

"Although the dragon is dead, the power is still there! A mere six-grade demon slayer, dare to be so arrogant? ”

Wen Junzi snorted coldly, and the Haoran Junzi Sword was like a dragon thundering, and it roared away!

Feeling this momentum, the old man's face changed drastically, his heart was beating sharply, this sword qi, he couldn't stop it!

"Gentleman Wen, stop!"

In the Demon Suppression Abyss, another voice shouted violently.

At the same time, a huge palm obscured the sky and the sun, through the dark abyss, and appeared in the sky, trying to stop it.

"Hmph, the person I want to kill, you can't keep it!"

Wen Junzi snorted coldly.

Immediately, Haoran's sword qi swept through, penetrating the qi and blood shield condensed by this person, shattering it with a bang, and piercing his chest fiercely.

"Damn it!"

The owner of this palm was annoyed, and the pitch-black palm fell from the sky and pressed down on Wen Junzi.

The momentum that erupted was far stronger than that of the old man just now, revealing a peerless majesty.

"Seven Rank Demon Slayer!"

Wen Junzi's eyes narrowed slightly, if it was in his heyday, the seven-rank demon slayer would be on par with him, but now, he only has a remnant spirit left, and the chance of winning is zero.

"Gentleman Wen, you and your teacher Wen Sheng have deviated from the will of the ancestors, and they have a backlash in their hearts, intending to subvert the rule of the family, and their crimes should be punished! Now I don't want to repent, but the thief's heart is not dead, and he continues to bring disaster to the world, which is really a god-damn rebel embryo! ”

The voice of the palm master swirls between heaven and earth.

The gentleman of Wen has a straight body, like a sharp sword in the sky, revealing the spirit of green pines and straight snow.

"I cultivate a breath of heroic breath and sweep away the breeze of the evil tree! I don't want all living beings to be like ants, dare to teach the sun and the moon to change the sky! ”

Wen Junzi's voice was loud, and Haoran righteousness lingered around, slowly forming a storm.

Haoran Righteous Storm!

The huge palm that pressed the lid down and smashed it fiercely.

"He is worthy of being a gentleman of literature back then, his demeanor is still the same, and his arrogance is still the same! Looks like I'm going to have to show up! ”

A middle-aged-looking, majestic man flew out of the abyss, stood in the void, and sat down on a blood-colored seat full of majesty.

Looking at Mr. Wen from afar.

He sneered and said, "Gentleman Wen, your road is narrow!" The path of the ancestors is the most stable and beneficial path, why don't you follow it, but think of overthrowing it? What's in it for you? ”

"No, the teacher said that it is necessary to educate all peoples, and in front of the saints, all beings are equal!" Wen Junzi said lightly.

"Equality? Ridiculous idea!

Without ancestors, sentient beings are still food and slaves for demons and barbarians! It is the idea of the ancestors that saves all beings, not your so-called concept of equality! ”

The majestic middle-aged man sneered and said:

"There are those who are born untouchables; Some people are born to be superior, this is the reality, you talk to me about equality? Isn't it stupid to read books? ”

"Hehe, I want to ask."

Wen Junzi's eyes were calm, as silent as a cold pool.

"Born this way, right?"

"Before the ancestor set up the family ruling system, did the family always be above the common people?"

The majestic middle-aged man was silent.

"Then let me ask again, if someone is above you, and draws your blood, sucks your marrow, absorbs your essence, and enslaves your spirit, will you be willing?"

Majestic middle-aged or silent.

"Huh!"

"You can't answer! Because, it is the ancestor who established the family ruling system with despicable and brutal means, which caused your family to be high! This is not by birth, but by the tyranny of the ancestor alone! If it is tyranny, then what is wrong with us rebelling? ”

Wen Junzi said indifferently.

"If you resist, you will die. Obey and survive! ”

The majestic middle-aged cold voice threatened.

"What joy in life, what sorrow in death! Freedom or death!

I'm here today without thinking about sparing this last bit of remnant.

The teacher and all the brothers and sisters have gone forward one after another, and sacrificed their lives to overthrow the tyranny of the ancestors, what do I have to be nostalgic for? ”

Wen Junzi's eyes were bright, without the slightest sadness of dying, and the Haoran Junzi Sword swirled around him, making a clanging sound.

Rumble!

Suddenly, Wen Junzi's body exuded a powerful and mysterious power, circling and dancing, lingering, full of mighty power that people could not resist head-on.

"It's ......"

"Soul Exterminator! You are crazy?! ”

The majestic middle-aged man was shocked, this method, as the name suggests, is to destroy the soul, and even the possibility of reincarnation is gone!

"Hehe......"

"Broken Wen Heart, Split Wen Guts, Burst Wen Palace!"

"Today, with my remnant soul as a guide, I will destroy my centuries-old foundation of literature and Taoism, and replace the world for twenty years of peace!"

The words fell, and a huge explosion sounded.

The continuous white light was incomparably blazing, like countless spotlights intertwined.

"Retreat!"

The majestic middle-aged man quickly retreated, but it was already too late.

In the Demon Suppression Abyss, several figures also flew out, wanting to resist the self-explosion of Jun Wen.

Pity.

This light, brilliant and blazing, fell from the sky, starting from the sky above the Demon Suppression Abyss, like a broken bamboo, deep into the abyss.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

The continuous explosion caused the qi and blood array arranged by the Demon Yuan to be severely damaged, and the qi and blood gathered around were instantly disturbed and scattered.

"Damn, the Qi and Blood Circle is destroyed, and the awakening of the Ancestor will be delayed! Damn, damn it! ”

"Damn gentleman Wen, damn it, damn it!!"

After a long time, the heavens and the earth were silent, and the people of the family who were scattered and collapsed all returned, looking at the damaged qi and blood array, all of them were so angry that their faces turned pale.

This is the purpose of the gentleman!

It's not just to kill a few people, but to destroy the Qi and Blood Array of the Demon Suppression Yuan and prevent the awakening of the Ancestor!

Wen Junzi did this, and there was another purpose, which was to give Xing Meng Wendao a certain amount of time to grow and develop.

The Great Array of Qi and Blood has been damaged to such an extent, and it is not possible to complete it in a short period of time if it is to be repaired.

Moreover, once the transmission of qi and blood is interrupted, it will greatly affect the awakening of the ancestor, which is the key to the problem!

"No wonder, he said that he would destroy his remnants and change the world for twenty years of peace, it turned out that he was playing this abacus!

Even if we do our best, we will have to have ten years, not twenty years. In other words, the time of Shizu's awakening will be postponed for a whole decade, or even longer! ”

The majestic middle-aged man flew in from afar, his face was gloomy and terrifying, and he hissed: "Gentleman Wen! You are a hypocrite, you are a sinner of Dasheng, and now that the time for the ancestor to wake up is delayed, the demons and barbarians will inevitably take advantage of the fire to rob, and you will kill all the human races! ”

It's a pity that his roar can no longer be heard by Mr. Wen.

In the eighteenth year of Dasheng, on February 27, the northern border of Dasheng, where the spring breeze could not blow, gentleman Wen, died!

On this day, the mighty wind on the border replaced the spring breeze and blew in the major border towns.

Dasheng, the northern border, the city of ash.

The city of ash is small and dusty, and nearly half of the year is spent eating dirt, and the wind blows up the sand, rendering this small city a very decadent appearance.

It's like a homeless man in tattered cotton wool, full of sloppy smell.

The people here make a living by growing sorghum and potatoes, because rice and wheat are crops that are difficult to survive here.

"Grandma, the wind is blowing!"

On the loess road, a childish child took the hand of an old woman in ragged clothes and looked up in surprise.

The old woman raised her cloudy eyes and muttered, "Yellow sand wind? It's terrible! ”

But when she raised her head, she couldn't help but look stunned, and two lines of tears slipped quietly.

"Grandma, what's wrong with you?" The childish boy asked repeatedly.

The old woman came back to her senses, her shriveled lips trembled, and said, "Grandma will tell you a story, when grandma was a child, she was probably a little younger than you, and at that time, the demon came to eat people, and grandma's father and mother were bitten to death by the demon at that time and eaten." At that moment, Grandma thought that she would also be eaten, and she cried profusely, just when the demon was about to eat Grandma......"

The old woman stopped talking, and fell into memory.

"Grandma, what's next?" The childish boy asked nervously.

"Later, there was a person, I don't know where he came from, suddenly appeared, defeated the demon, and saved grandma."

The old woman said.

What she didn't say was that when the person appeared in front of her, this warm and powerful wind was stirring around her.

Later, she heard that this wind is called Haoran righteousness.

Later, the word Haoran righteousness became a forbidden word! Whoever has anything to do with Haoran righteousness will be killed, arrested and sent to the border!

As a result, Haoran righteousness disappeared from the world.

But now, it's there again!

……

……

"The teacher is dead." Zhuang Wuya looked at the north in a daze, and in a place farther than the distance, his teacher, Wen Junzi, completely disappeared.

In this world, there is no trace of it.

Gu Yan's body also trembled in Xing Meng's palm.

"Dead?"

Xing Meng muttered in his heart.

What happened today, with many twists and turns, was completely unexpected by him.

Wendao!

Wendao fire!

Gentleman Wen!

Wensheng!

Sejo!

Emperor!

A series of words crossed Xing Meng's mind.

Zhuang Wuya walked to the collapse of the Siguo Cliff, and countless pictures flashed in his mind, like a kaleidoscope.

Xing Meng slowly walked to Zhuang Wuya's side.

"Dean, please mourn."

"Little junior brother, do you know, when I was a teenager, I studied in Qingya Academy, but unfortunately I was very stupid, so I took the books to Siguoya here every day to study hard, and when it was windy, rainy and snowy, I hid in the thatched hut, and I studied hard every day to prepare for the imperial examination.

Then one day, because of a trivial matter, I was beaten by a rich boy in the academy, he said that I was from a poor background and was not worthy of being his classmate, and several people joined forces to beat me, beat me half to death, and threw me to the cliff of Siguo.

Then, I met the teacher, and he saved me, and without him, I would have died that night.

However, unfortunately, I have poor talent and cannot inherit the torch of Wendao. So over the years, I've been working hard to find the right person to pass it on.

Over the past few decades, I have found hundreds of outstanding talents, but without exception, they have failed in the Wenxin Asking Test, until you appear......"

Zhuang Wuya turned his head to look at Xing Meng, and said solemnly: "Little junior brother, you are the teacher's hope." I don't know how you passed the Wenxin Ask session, but as long as you are recognized by the teacher, it means that you have a super talent in Wendao. ”

When Xing Meng heard this, he was a little helpless!

Although he is not Bai Ding, he is definitely not a Hongwen, and the few words he answered in Wen Xin's question were all borrowed from the words of the sages of the previous life.

He didn't write it himself!

Therefore, he doesn't know if the so-called talent in Wendao is counted as his own?

However, these are all later words, and the main thing for him now is to figure out these messes......

"Little junior brother, that's the case."

Zhuang Wuya retracted his mind and began to explain.