When Li Changan returned to the county government at night, he locked himself in the study, and no one was allowed to enter.

He also took out the grammar weapon given by Wuxu Gong to suppress and cover up the fluctuations in his literary qi that may have escaped.

The road of Wenchang Monument, although he is sure of what he said to the master.

But in reality, only he knows.

It's a road that no one has ever walked before.

There is no Wenzhen, there is no Wensheng List, only Wenqiao and Wenchang Monument.

Can he afford his literary and Taoist cultivation?

Li Changan himself has no bottom in his heart.

Isn't it a means of autosuggestion?

After all, even Lu Zhengju, who was invincible in the world, had never tried.

Li Chang sat quietly in his chair, closing his eyes and concentrating.

On the surface, it looks quite calm, but in fact, it is already excited.

The cultivation of the "Great Zhou Tianxuan Method" is to reshape it on the ruins, and it has already fallen to the bottom, and there is no worse result for success or failure.

And trying the road of Wenchang Monument is the first battle after reshaping cultivation and having hope.

If this battle is won, the future will be smooth.

If he loses this battle, Qipin will be his limit, what is the difference between having it and not? It's better to directly abolish Wendao and completely renovate martial arts.

How could he be so comfortable with it?

For others, the competition for Wenchang Monument is just a trivial matter.

But in Li Changan's eyes, he decided his future and fate.

Nervousness, entanglement, struggle, and self-denial, all kinds of emotions converge into a furnace, making him suffer as if he was burning inside.

In the county government,

From time to time, the secretary and the head of the Pacification Division poked their heads out and looked at the study where the lights were flickering.

"Senator, are you going to stay up all night again?"

"It should be, after all, there are so many files to sort out......"

Ran Boping asked Luo Yuanchang beside him in surprise, "Senator Li has to stay up all night every day?" ”

"At least I've been here for a few days, and the Senator will sleep for an hour or two a day at most." Luo Yuanchang nodded with emotion.

Ran Boping looked incredulously in the direction of the study, his eyes full of shock.

The other senators sat in the yamen all day long, waiting to read the files.

How could there be someone like Li Changan, who personally went to the field to investigate during the day and returned at night to sort out the files?

"No wonder it can have such a high position, it is really embarrassing......"

But at this time, Li Changan did not bury the case as they thought.

Instead, he sat quietly, with the candle flame that flickered from time to time, and sat until dawn.

……

On the first day of February,

Dawn in the East,

Dongyue County,

On the Wenchang tablet of the county seat and the thirteen counties under its jurisdiction, a poem appeared.

"Spring Dawn" - Meng Haoran

"I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere."

"The sound of wind and rain at night, how much do you know about the flowers?"

As soon as this poem appeared, it overpowered other poems written in the middle of the night and climbed to the top of the Wenchang Monument.

The county Wenchang monument can only appear up to ten poems.

The county Wenchang monument is twenty.

But regardless of the county, "Spring Dawn" firmly occupied the top position of the Wenchang Monument in Dongyue County in the early morning today.

Baixi County, which is adjacent to Dongyue County, and Wenchang Tablet of the twelve counties under its jurisdiction, also appeared on the monument.

"Koike"

"The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sunshine."

"The little lotus has only shown its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on its head."

The three words "Yang Wanli" are written on the right side of the poem's title.

It's the same as "Spring Dawn".

"Xiaochi" also successfully topped the Wenchang Monument in one county and twelve counties.

Anyang County on the south side of Baixi County,

From the county seat to the Wenchang tablet of the twelve counties under its jurisdiction, there is a small order,

"Heavenly Pure Sand: Autumn Thoughts"

"Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and west wind thin horses. The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world. ”

The signature next to the poem is "Ma Zhiyuan".

Like the previous two poems, "Tianjingsha Qiusi" undoubtedly occupies the first place among all Wenchang monuments in a county.

The last county is Hanyang County, northwest of Dongyue County.

Under the gaze of the people of the fourteen counties of Hanyang County, a poem occupies a high position, overlooking other poems on the Wenchang stele.

"Jiang Xue"

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear."

"Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow."

The author of the poem, written with the name of Liu Zongyuan.

……

Li Changan, who had been sitting in a chair, suddenly opened his eyes.

The originally dim minds suddenly emitted a faint literary aura, like the stars in the night sky, and suddenly lit up.

His heart shook uncontrollably a few times.

Hurriedly got up, washed his face with cold water, and suddenly felt a thrill.

Among the four literary apertures, the four poetic stars seem to have become a spring, flowing outwards with a faint literary atmosphere, slowly precipitating at the bottom of the literary aperture.

Li Changan's arms holding the basin trembled slightly, pulled the corners of his mouth, and only murmured softly after a while,

"Finally, finally...... It's been restored, ah......"

Speculation, doubt, unease...... All kinds of complex emotions were finally crushed at this moment.

The literary atmosphere in the four literary tips is dozens of times less than that of the Chuang Wen Holy List, or even hundreds of times.

But in his eyes, it is like the first layer of solid masonry of a tall building.

Firm and down-to-earth.

His text is still there!

Even if you don't have a bunga, you can still reach the top!

Li Changan raised his head and let the cold water flow down his neck.

Take a few deep breaths to calm the excitement and excitement inside.

But how can the agitation of the mind be calmed down so easily?

The pleasure in his eyes was almost irrepressible.

Li Changan took out a bottle of Erguotou from Sumeru's treasure bag and poured himself two sips.

A strong smell of alcohol instantly surged into his head.

Li Changan was still not satisfied, and drank all the two pots in the bottle in one go.

"Hiccup......

There was a wine burp, Li Changan's cheeks were slightly red, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.

He took out a piece of paper casually, grabbed the wolf hair on the table, and dipped it in thick ink.

In the sea of knowledge, the dim stars that represent half of the "Will Enter the Wine" are shining brightly at this moment.

It's not even a complete poem.

But it seems to be about to turn the tone in the sea of knowledge upside down.

Li Changan waved his hand and put down his pen heavily,

"Will Enter the Wine"

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning."

"You don't see the sad white hair of the high hall mirror, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk."

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon."

"I am born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone."

"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require three hundred cups of drink."

"Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, don't stop the glass."

"Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me."

"The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope I will be drunk and don't want to wake up."

"The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name."

"King Chen used to feast peacefully, and he fought wine for ten thousand years."

"What is the master's words, he has to sell the right money."

"Five-flowered horses, daughters and furs, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you."

The whole poem is written in one go.

The mutton fat jade book was opened with a bang.

Half of "Will Enter the Wine", after more than two years, is finally complete.

At the beginning, it was this poem that opened the innate literary urn.

Now let this poem witness your own literary path set sail again!

Suddenly, there seemed to be a shocking thunderclap in the sea of knowledge.

"Boom!"

The poems and stars that represent "Will Enter the Wine" emit hundreds of millions of millimeters of light.

The tone was like a tide, and it swept away over the sea of knowledge.

The whole sea of knowledge lit up.

And in this sea of literary clouds, a star of poetry hangs high above it.

It seems that just this one song is enough to suppress everything.

The rest of the poems and stars scattered in the text were suppressed.

Li Changan opened his eyes suddenly, and his deep black and white eyes turned into white jade at this moment, completely occupied by the literary atmosphere.

The sea of cultural qi in the sea of knowledge, after experiencing the madness just now, suddenly began to shrink.

Li Changan's heart was beating wildly.

It seems to have a premonition of something.

I saw that in the sea of clouds, a ...... slowly appeared around the extremely bright star Phantom.

This phantom.

He's familiar!

It was two years ago, in Linxian, that I woke up because of half of "Will Enter the Wine...... Innate Wenzhen!

Now, this poem of special significance has been completed.

Could he still condense the ...... from this? The second piece of innate text is not successful!?

Li Changan looked at the frantically converging literary qi in the sea of knowledge, as well as the phantom that was gathering and condensing bit by bit, and his heart was almost jumping out of his chest.

As long as the second piece of innate text is condensed, his own literature can be completely restored.

It can even be taken to the next level.

Don't worry about not being able to communicate with Wensheng Bang again!

It is completely possible to capture a huge amount of text in a very short period of time.

Wen Dao Xiuwei will soon be able to catch up with Wu Dao Xiuwei.

When the seven grades of the "Great Zhou Tianxuan Law" are complete, you can impact the realm of the six products!

And all this,

As long as you condense this piece of innate text, you can get it at your fingertips!

But......

But another voice came to his mind.

The voice is very small, but it is like a thorn pierced into the flesh, which is obviously inconspicuous, but it reminds Li Changan at all times.

In Lu Zhengju's long practice memory, there are several words that are deeply imprinted in his heart.

"There is no saint in the world!"

"Temple...... Wen Zheng ...... Power...... Shackles ......"

These words were like nails nailed in Li Changan's mind.

He couldn't ignore it.

Even Lu Zhengju couldn't be sure, and even after looking through all the sage scriptures and classics, he only got a vague guess.

The temple that was once the aid of sanctification, and the shrine that connected the temple, may well have become the shackles of sanctification.

But Lu Zhengju could no longer confirm it at that time, leaving only one guess.

But......

Li Changan believed it.

Because Lu Zhengju has been pursuing how to become holy all his life, but he has never been able to get what he wants.

is the same as him, that is, to live out the second life of Zhan Tianxuan.

It is better than both of them, and neither of them can be sanctified.

The two of them are ironclad proof!

want to be sanctified,

Take the old path...... I'm afraid it really won't work.

Li Changan's eyes were full of struggle.

"With the innate Wenzhen, even if you can't become holy, you can achieve a product!"

"And in Yipin, I am invincible!"

"As long as I reach the top, no one in the whole world is my opponent."

"Even if you dominate the world, it's only between the palms."

But another voice retorted vehemently,

"Even if there is no Wenzhen, the road of Wenchang Monument can be passed, and the "Great Zhou Tianxuanfa" can be consummated, and it can also be invincible in the world."

"It will save a little time with Wen Zheng, but as long as you break through the Wen Holy List, this Wen Zheng will make your identity nowhere to hide."

"So many poems and essays are gathered on a person's literary basket, even a fool can think of you."

"The guess that Lu Zhengju's predecessors spent decades to get, since the road above the first product has been broken, why don't you continue on the current road?"

"Since the fall of Lu Zhengju's predecessors, hundreds of years, nearly a thousand years, has anyone still become holy?"

"The old way...... I'm afraid it really won't work......"

The two voices got louder and louder, and finally completely occupied Li Changan's mind.

Congenital Wenzhen.

To do, or not to!?

The phantom is becoming more and more solid, and even the blurred patterns on it can already be seen.

At most, it only takes half an hour for the innate text to be completely formed!

Time passes little by little,

Li Changan's fists were clenched and relaxed, and he kept changing back and forth.

The pattern on the basket is already clearly visible.

The innate text is about to become!

At the last moment, Li Changan gritted his teeth fiercely,

"Grass, I'm betting with you!"

Knowing the sea suddenly set off stormy waves.

The sea of clouds of Wen Qi above and the ocean of true qi below suddenly became irritable and swept the entire sea of knowledge.

The innate text that was about to be condensed and formed was instantly shattered into countless pieces.

A white light bloomed in front of Li Changan's eyes, completely drowning his vision.

It was as if the heavens and the earth were silent......

I don't know how long it took,

Li Changan gradually came to his senses,

Knowing the sea,

The stars of the poem "Will Enter the Wine" are still shining, and those small fragments seem to be attracted by it, turning into a ring of stars, slowly rotating around the stars.

It seems that the innate text just now has never appeared.

Li Changan sat on the chair in a daze.

His own literary path has completely embarked on a road that no one has ever walked before, and he can never look back.

At this moment,

The "buzzing" note in his arms trembled, waking Li Changan from his stunned state.