The east of the ancient country of Nanyang, near the side of the East China Sea, is the location of the Holy Family of Poetry.

The terrain here is wide and you can see it for thousands of miles.

Here are pavilions and endless styles.

Here the poems and songs are written, and the swan song of the world is interpreted.

It has always been a long robe and a sleeve, and it is humane.

The poet saint started here, went straight to Qinglian Mountain, and became a poet saint, and his hometown has become the most desirable poet saint of the eighteen saints in the world.

Yes, the eighteen holy families in the world have their own characteristics.

Confucianism is solemn and solemn.

Soldiers slaughter thousands of miles.

And the poet is the most romantic.

It is the nature of people to pursue elegance and elegance, and therefore, the holy family of poetry is the most contemplative of all the holy families.

This peak on the side of the East China Sea, Yushu Qionghua, the four seasons are like spring, among the pavilions and pavilions, you can see the literati walking in light shirts everywhere, and you can see the Wendao streamer flying everywhere, in the eyes of tens of millions of people below, that is the immortal residence.

At this moment, the dawn in the east is broken, the East China Sea is churning, the weather is fine, and in the blue sky, there are a few wisps of floating clouds......

Another puffy cloud flew from the far west, and the puffy cloud approached, but it was an ancient page of poetry, and the poem was like a butterfly flying in the air, like wings.

On the top of the poem, the two are side by side, a man and a woman.

The male is Zhuge Qingfeng, and the female is Du Bing.

The manuscript of the poem under their feet is the holy treasure of the holy family of the poet "Wind Turning", which comes from the hand-me-down poem written by the poet saint himself: "Occasionally, the east wind turns over the blue water, and I feel that the world has been in the past." ”

The holy treasure is turned in the wind, and some people say that the sail, no matter what its name is, its basic function is to hurry.

From the extreme west, the burial state to the location of the Holy Family of the Poet, a journey of 100,000 miles, but overnight.

Zhuge Qingfeng entered the holy family of the poet, and many disciples below bowed down to greet him, Zhuge Qingfeng was very special, his surname Zhuge was his mother's surname, but his father was a descendant of the poet.

Taking the mother's surname as the surname is because of the grand strategy of the poetic saint family, in this way to show goodwill to the fire clan, telling the fire clan that Zhuge Qingfeng is the son of two surnames, which does not mean that Zhuge Qingfeng is a side child, but it means that he shoulders the heavy responsibility of the holy family, and his status is unattainable among the descendants of the poetic saint family.

In the past, Zhuge Qingfeng would return the salute, but today, high in the sky, the poem manuscript passed by in an instant, shooting directly at the Holy Lord Peak.

On the Holy Lord Peak, the Holy Lord of the Poet Holy Family, Li Yiran, raised his head.

His poetic insight fell on Zhuge Qingfeng's face through the fog wandering in the mountains, and his heart skipped a beat without warning.

Because he saw Zhuge Qingfeng's face, this face was a little frightened.

Zhuge Qingfeng's face, but he has never been afraid, at least, in the eyes of outsiders, he has never seen the panic on his face, he is a wise man, even if the sky falls, he is always confident.

What's going on today?

The poem fell, Zhuge Qingfeng fell in front of Li Yiran of the Poetry Pavilion, and Du Bing took half a step back and bowed.

"Qingfeng has seen the Holy Lord!" Zhuge Qingfeng bowed deeply.

"What's wrong?" Li Yiran cut to the chase in one sentence.

"Holy Lord Mingjian, something big has happened...... Zhuge Qingfeng said in a few words......

Starting from the "burial area of the king of burial", Li Yiran's face suddenly became extremely calm......

After saying everything, Li Yiran slowly raised his head and looked at the sky from afar, his face changed......

One breath, ten breaths......

Li Yiran slowly lowered his head: "Sit!" ”

"Yes!"

Li Yiran himself sat down, Du Bing stepped forward, poured tea for the Holy Lord and Zhuge Qingfeng, and then retreated behind Zhuge Qingfeng.

The Holy Lord exhaled softly: "Qingfeng has always been wise, what can you see from this matter?" ”

"Lin Su's plan!" Zhuge Qingfeng spit out four words.

"Of course it's his plan!" The Holy Lord said: "Where did his plan come from, can you see the breeze?" ”

"Where did it come from?" Zhuge Qingfeng's brows were slightly locked......

The Holy Lord slowly raised his head: "On the third day of the fourth month, Lin Su entered the burial state, and on April 27, the saint of the soldier family was revealed, and on the same day, the holy family of the soldier was rebuilt, and it was because of the reconstruction of the holy family of the soldier that the chess pieces of the court were laid out in Makino Villa, and they were all returned to the soldier family in one day, and the power of the soldier family to infiltrate the court was swept away, is this normal?" ”

Zhuge Qingfeng's eyes lit up: "Absolutely abnormal!" ”

Makino Villa, infiltrating the court of Fuzhou, took several generations of efforts, some people even changed their surnames for several generations, and made such efforts, but because of the reconstruction of the Holy Family of the Soldiers, they took the initiative to withdraw from the court, and the Holy Family of the Soldiers has always been based on the thinking of the soldiers, how can it be so?

There is only one circumstance that makes them do not hesitate to cut off their wings and self-destruct, and that is that the result is already under their control.

They knew that all the forces of the soldiers had withdrawn from the court, and the court was still under their control.

In other words, the day when Makino Villa sent the signal for the rebuilding of the military family, the change of imperial power in Fuzhou was already under their control!

And the day when the soldier's reconstruction signal was sent was the night when Lin Su entered Makino Villa.

The Holy Lord said: "Lin Su entered Muye on the third day of the fourth month of April, and Muye sent a signal on the fourth day of the fourth month of April, and on the twenty-seventh day of April, the saint of the soldier family appeared and summoned all the descendants of the soldier family to return...... In other words, our actions against the royal family in Fuzhou, he has clearly understood that withdrawing from Makino's power is actually a flaw that he intends to sell us. ”

Zhuge Qingfeng let out a long breath: "The child completely understands!" ”

The Holy Lord looked at him: "Understood what?" ”

"He's plotting what I'm plotting!" Zhuge Qingfeng said slowly.

"Ordinary people seek things, low-level wise people seek people, and high-level wise people seek people's plans!" The Holy Lord said: "Qingfeng, in this game, you are planning people, he is planning your strategy, he knows that you intend to help the four princes kill the king, but there is no chance, he will take the time to protect His Majesty, create this opportunity for you, let you succeed, let you get rid of all the heirs of the Dongfang clan, but then use one move to bury the king out of the mountain, to completely end the imperial inheritance of the Dongfang clan, and firmly control the imperial power of the burial state in his hands!" ”

"The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind!" Zhuge Qingfeng sighed: "Sun Er's wisdom is still lacking, and the wisdom of grandfather is also the wisdom of poets." ”

"Your wisdom is defeated by his hands, not because you are inferior to him, but because he is standing higher than you, and his wisdom has embraced the temple and the triple heavens, and you, who have always focused on the world, do not know anything about the situation in the triple heavens, this is what you lack! That's why you should go to the temple! ”

Zhuge Qingfeng's gaze slowly raised......

Enter the Temple!

It's very difficult for someone else to get into the temple, but he wants to go to the temple in a thought.

A long time ago, the Holy Lord wanted him to enter the temple, but he refused, because he didn't want to become a member of the thousands of heroes in the temple, who did nothing, he hoped to do a few earth-shattering things in the red dust, get the favor of the saints, and enter the temple to ascend to heaven in one step.

Based on this, he skillfully used his skills in the red dust, laid out the chaos of the East River, and achieved the star of the wisdom path.

However, a smooth trip, as long as you meet Lin Su, it is always unrecognizable.

In the past, he thought it was just the wisdom of the Tao itself.

Now, under the reminder of the Holy Lord, he realized that this was his lack of control over the overall situation.

He prides himself on having a view of the overall situation, but he ignores one thing, the so-called overall situation, there is a comparison to distinguish between the big and the small, for ordinary people, the change of imperial power is obviously incomparable, however, for Lin Su, the battle of the Holy Dao in the Three Heavens is big, and the change of imperial power is actually very small.

Therefore, he was able to see through the general trend, fiddle with it casually, and think Zhuge Qingfeng was a big big situation, but it became unrecognizable in the blink of an eye......

A big setback, an epiphany, what a painful realization......

Du Bing next to her seemed to bow her head, but in her heart, it was also tumbling like a May tide.

Zhuge Qingfeng in the past is omnipotent in her eyes.

However, today's Zhuge Qingfeng has fallen off the altar.

Because of his painstaking operation in Fuzhou for a whole year, he finally made a wedding dress for Lin Su, and even his most proud case of killing the monarch was also deliberately promoted by Lin Su.

This is very hurtful to the wise.

But she didn't have time to feel nostalgic, she slowly raised her head and opened her mouth: "Holy Lord, Childe, there is something that the little girl doesn't know whether to talk about or not. ”

The Holy Lord looked at him lightly: "Let's hear it." ”

Du Bing said: "Lin Su has already learned about Gongzi's plan from Dongfang Pavilion, will he make any articles?" ”

"It's worth asking, but don't care!" The Holy Lord said: "Qingfeng is only a counselor at best, and how much sin can a counselor be to share the worries of the Lord?" Moreover, even if they are guilty, it is not the turn of a mere temple to come and ask for their sins......"

Du Bing's heart is wide, but it is also, there are thousands of strategists in the world, and the suggestions made when sharing the worries of the lord are really varied, some lack virtue and some lack heart, no matter what, they are also adopted by the lord, so the world has always been guilty of asking the lord, and there are very few people who ask the sin of the strategists......

But Zhuge Qingfeng's heart moved, and there was something in his grandfather's words......

It is not the turn of a mere temple to come to us for questioning......

The meaning is very subtle, could it be that this big move comes from the triple heavens?

Otherwise, what qualifies a poet as a saint who is "merely in the temple"?

In this way, the situation of the burial state that Grandpa asked him to plan was actually an integral part of the battle of the Three Heavens Avenue?

As soon as he thought of this layer, a shadow on his heart instantly disappeared.

The Great Dao Battle, the meaning of all saints!

When the sky falls, all the saints will take action, which is his turn to have such a big heart as Zhuge Qingfeng?

Suddenly, a voice fell from the sky: "Li Yiran, you are wrong, this crime is not as small as you think!" ”

So is Lee?

The name of the poet and the holy lord, who in the world dares to call him by his name?

As soon as the elders and disciples of the Poetic Saint raised their heads together, they saw a golden boat far away in the sky.

The golden boat had just come into view, and the next moment it suddenly zoomed in, appearing directly on the Holy Lord Peak.

Zhuge Qingfeng and Du Bing also raised their heads at the same time, and their hearts shook at the same time.

The golden boat flew on the top of the peak, dressed in white like snow, but they would rather see a hundred big-headed ghosts than see such a handsome guy, because he was Lin Su.

Li Yiran's body seemed to have a certain degree of stiffness: "Lin Changxing arrived, and the poet saint bowed to greet him." ”

After saying a word, his demeanor returned to normal, got up, and greeted him.

Countless elders on the periphery came from all directions to step on the treasure of the Dao of Literature, but when they heard the Holy Lord's words, they all stopped and bowed in the air.

The scene was quite harmonious for a while.

Lin Su smiled faintly: "The Holy Lord welcomes you, the elders bow down, it seems that my regular line is not a 'mediocre' after all!" ”

Li Yiran's face was completely stiff.

He said casually, and Lin Su, who was far away in the sky, heard it.

As soon as he comes, how can he argue?

Only bowed: "How dare you, Lin Changxing laughed...... Lin Changxing, please move to the Jing Pavilion, and pay tribute to the old decay. ”

Superfluous words, not a word is said.

He had a secret meeting with his grandson Shuge, and what he said in private, anyway, even if he hears it, you will hear it alone, and I won't fight you to the death if I am sloppy.

"There's no need to move the car, just say a few words here!" Lin Su said: "Just now, the Holy Lord said that Zhuge Qingfeng participated in the funeral state, there is not much sin, this statement is also wrong, this crime is bigger, it is beyond your imagination." ”

Zhuge Qingfeng's heart jumped suddenly: "Brother Lin......"

Only spit out two words, Lin Su's hand was lightly raised: "When you speak, don't be in a hurry to speak!" ”

Zhuge Qingfeng's half foot stopped......

Lin Su turned to the Holy Lord: "The Holy Lord just said, the pattern determines the field of vision, the field of vision determines the height, this statement is admittedly reasonable, in Zhuge Qingfeng's view, the imperial power of a country is a matter of heaven, in the eyes of the Holy Lord, in the face of the Great Dao Competition, the imperial power is worthless, but the Holy Lord can know that there is a bigger thing, in the face of this matter, the Great Dao Competition is also worthless!" ”

The Holy Lord's heart jumped: "What's the matter? ”

"Unintentional catastrophe!"

"Heartless Tribulation...... the Holy Lord's gaze slowly raised, his eyes confused......

"The Unintentional Tribulation is about to rise, and the Heavenly Dao will collapse and the Holy Dao will be destroyed, so in the face of the Unintentional Tribulation, the Great Dao Rivalry is just an internal small fight, and it must make way for the Unintentional Tribulation!" Lin Su said: "And the situation of your burial state is to disrupt the rear of the human race's conquest, and it is a response to the unintentional catastrophe, and you have acted as a traitor of the human race!" ”

"No!" The Holy Lord shouted, "Old decay...... How dare the old man act as a traitor of the human race? Old decay is just ......"

His voice stopped abruptly, and the hearts of all the elders on the periphery were pounding......

Most of them knew about the burial state, and they all knew that it was an integral part of the Great Dao Battle.

The burial state is the location of Makino Villa, and indirectly it is also the location of the soldiers, and now, it is even more confirmed that Makino Villa has been promoted to a holy family in situ.

The Triple Heaven of the Soldier Saint made waves, and the confrontation with the Saints had become white-hot.

The major holy families below, how can they not see this layer, so everyone is making their own responses.

The same is true of the Holy Family of Psalms.

Once they control the royal family of Fuzhou and control the Wendao of Fuzhou, they will be able to effectively contain the Holy Family of Bingsheng, especially since Fuzhou is still the forefront of the war between humans and demons, and the power of poets will be implanted in this kind of place, and poets will have a greater say in the battle of the Great Dao.

This is not a high idea.

It can even be said that it is the highest thing in the world.

However, Lin Su threw out an unintentional catastrophe.

The Heartless Tribulation is a higher level than the Great Dao Battle.

In the face of the unintentional catastrophe, the Great Dao battle is just a small fight within the human race, and winning or losing will not affect the survival of hundreds of billions of human races.

And the unintentional catastrophe, facing the demon of the extraterritorial, once it fails, hundreds of billions of human races will become the soul of the sword of the foreign land, even if it is a saint, because the order of the heavenly path is suspended, and become the fish and meat under the sword of the foreign saint.

Therefore, in the face of the unintentional catastrophe, no matter what kind of position you are in, you must be united in the spearhead.

This is the biggest "right position......

The Holy Family of Poetry interfered in the matter of the burial state, and suddenly rose to a huge level, and was suddenly charged with the crime of "human traitor" and "planning an unintentional catastrophe"!

This crime is too big, and Li Yiran said that he couldn't stand it.

Lin Su firmly locked on Li Yiran with a pair of sharp eyes: "You want to say that you are just responding to the instructions from above, do you think this is just a battle for the Great Dao?" ”

Li Yiran was so confused that he didn't know how to answer at all.

The surrounding elders were even more confused, and they didn't know how to answer.

You replied that it was an order from above, who?

Do you dare to say it?

Your answer is not an order from above, that is, your poetic saint family is dead, a little saint family, stepping into the huge whirlpool of "human traitors", you still want to get out of the whole body?

Zhuge Qingfeng's back was dripping with cold sweat, and he really found ...... It is almost impossible for me to get out of this matter.

The turmoil in the burial state has crossed the boundary of the burial state and has been interpreted into a huge wave that directly affects the three heavens.

Is this his real purpose?

He intends to create an opportunity for Zhuge Qingfeng, and the final foothold is to set off this turbulent wave against the Holy Family of the Poet?

He, who is accustomed to treating others as pawns, is his pawn today, and he is a pawn that is almost insolvable......

Everyone in the field has big waves in their hearts, and only Lin Su is the fixed star.

He spoke slowly: "You feel embarrassed by this question, then well, don't embarrass you!" Under the Holy Word, surely the people above will not blame you! ”

As soon as his voice fell, a light flashed in his eyebrows, covering Li Yiran and Zhuge Qingfeng in front of him......

The Great Elder shouted: "Lin Changxing, I hope you don't want to ...... things"

Before the sound fell, the surroundings changed abruptly......

In front of them, a stream of light appeared, and the light of the path was like a wave, and under a roll, the Holy Lord Peak was in them, as if it was beyond the end of the world......

Lin Su stared at Li Yiran: "Say, above the Triple Heaven, can someone instruct you to disturb the Burial State?" ”

"Yes!"

"Who?"

"Li Zhongliang, the capital of poetry!"

Lin Su circled his hands......

The power of Wen Dao is like a shackle, layered in a moment.

Silently, Lin Su walked away in one step, and on the Holy Lord Peak, Li Yiran and Zhuge Qingfeng were taken away by him at the same time.

There was only one person, Du Bing, who looked at the mountain peak in front of him stupidly.

With a snort, the Great Elder, the Second Elder, the Third Elder, and more than a hundred elders landed on the Holy Lord Peak at the same time, and the wind that rolled up turned all the manuscripts in the Holy Lord Pavilion, but there was no Holy Lord, no Zhuge Qingfeng.

The Third Elder's face changed greatly: "Is he taking the Holy Lord to the Triple Heaven to confront him?" ”

"Need to keep up with the head immediately."

"Yes! This son is the best at grasping loopholes, a small loophole, he can tear off a piece of meat, today's loophole is not a small ......" The eighth elder was anxious.

The Great Elder's face changed, and together with his hands, a pillar of holy incense lit.

A phantom appeared in the air, it was Li Changsheng, the master of the Poetry Palace.

"Palace Master, Lin Su ......" The Great Elder knelt on the ground and quickly explained the matter.

Li Changsheng was originally light and breezy like a master, but his face changed abruptly at this moment.

With a slight wave of his hand, he directly closed the communication channel, turned around, and another channel was connected, he stepped out, and the next moment, he appeared in Shidu.

"Please tell the capital, this palace has an urgent matter to see!"

The Shidu guard in front of him frowned: "Urgent? ”

"Yes, very urgent......"

"Palace Master Li, you have to tell me what the hell is going on first......"

Li Changsheng's face sank, he had already said something urgent, you are still tossing there, my dignified palace master of the poetry palace, is it so worthless in your poetry? Even your little janitor dares to toss with me.

At this moment, the holy light appeared on the Triple Heavenly Face Zun Bridge, and one person stepped through the air, and stepped in front of the Shidu Dadu Sifu with one foot: "Li Zhongliang, the Dadu of Shidu, come out!" ”

The sound was like a sharp sword, piercing through the nine curves and eighteen bends of the Dadu Mansion, and reaching the innermost study.

In the study, Li Zhongliang, the capital division, had a sinking face: "Who is so presumptuous? ”

"Come out!"

As soon as Lin Su came out with two words, they turned into two words, and with a soft sound, Li Zhongliang left the ground directly and was pulled out by him......

This time, the stone is shattered!

Above the poetry capital, countless people stepped on the pages of poetry at the same time......

Li Changsheng, who had already come to the entrance of the poetry capital, had a gloomy face: "There is no need to report, the urgent matter to be reported in this palace is the one in front of you!" ”

The gatekeeper stared at the platform of the Dadu Mansion above in a daze, completely unable to believe his eyes.

Dadu Si was pulled out by the neck of the house directly from the house, yes, pulled by the neck.

"Lin Su!" Two words suddenly came from the sky: "Is it too presumptuous to trespass on the poetry capital?" ”

The voice is infinitely desolate, infinitely majestic, and with these twelve words, the holy light in the air is faint, like the waves of the sea.

"Holy Venerable!"

Above the poetry capital, everyone knelt down at the same time, including Li Changsheng.

The poet himself spoke.

With this opening, the sky was like a wave overturning the four seas.

Lin Su Huoran raised his head: "Poet Saint, there are human traitors in your poems, and I am trying to ask you to understand!" Come out! ”

The first half of the sentence is already earth-shattering.

As soon as the last two words came out, they were even more domineering.

The two words carried the endless power of the Holy Dao, breaking through the sky.

There was a soft bang on the ground, and the holy Dao Wenbo in the sky was shattered, and Lin Su's voice was like a sword that opened the sky, forcibly tearing through the literary frenzy composed of the twelve characters of the poem and saint.

Above Yidu, Yisheng Huo Ran opened his eyes, stepped out, his phantom appeared above Yidu, the light in his eyes flowed, and the sword pointed at Shidu? This kid has made another move, so tough?

Above the agricultural capital, the peasant saint was strolling in the fields, and suddenly stepped towards the field, and the next moment, his phantom shadow also stood on the agricultural capital.

Yin and Yang, Yin and Yang Sage and Ming Tianyan were talking about things, when they suddenly heard this earth-shattering voice, and their faces changed at the same time.

"He's back, sword pointing at Shidu!" The eight words of fate Tianyan slowly spit out.

The Yin Yang Saint smiled slightly: "This Saint is also here to give him a courage!" ”

As soon as his voice fell, the Holy Shadow soared into the sky.

As a saint, he can know everything else that is happening between his eyes and his eyes, in fact, he does not need the holy shadow to appear, in the past, they did this, under normal circumstances, they practice the attitude of observing in secret and not directly manifesting the saint.

But today, for some reason, the saints who were on Lin Su's side made their own choice almost immediately, not to observe secretly, but to directly shadow Ling Tian.

This may be what the Yin and Yang Sage said: be brave for him.

The saints of their line rose to the sky for the first time. (End of chapter)