Big Dream Palace, outside the Xuanhe Palace.

Emperor Jing Wen looked at the slowly dissolving purple vortex with deep eyes, and he couldn't see joy or sorrow.

Moments earlier, he had received a tip.

This is the movement made by his eldest nephew, who has always been unsuccessful.

"Purple Legacy Poem! Worthy of her son! ”

His fists tightened and loosened with thoughts, and then turned into a sigh.

"Hey—it's his son after all..."

No one knew what he was trying to say, and perhaps he was conflicted inside.

Outside the hall, three figures floated from afar.

The three great Confucians rushed here, bowed slightly, and then couldn't wait to express their intentions.

"Your Majesty, I found it!"

"Found a way to restore the icon safely!"

Dean Bailu is now like an old naughty boy, and he preemptively said.

Emperor Jingwen naturally knew that the three great Confucians in front of him had been painstakingly looking for a way to safely repair the Confucian Icon during this time, so as to strengthen the seal of the Demon God, so as not to cause disaster to the world again.

And the most direct and safest way is for one person to enter the land of demon suppression with the refined 'Confucian Saint Qi' to repair the cracks.

But to go there, you have to pass through the Demon Domain, and the Demon Clan will not let go of those who go there.

Detoured to the demon country, but the lord of the ten thousand demon kingdoms was nowhere to be seen, and the demon clan naturally did not dare to let a great Confucian cross the demon country.

Even if it is escorted to the place where the demons are suppressed, the breath of the demon god cannot allow the human race to approach, and only the Great Confucian is a boat, carrying the 'Confucian holy qi' into the abyss.

At that time, once the 'Confucian Qi' is used to restore the icon, without the protection of the 'Qi', the great Confucian will definitely die.

In the past few days, he has also had a headache, he is most afraid of seeing these three great Confucians, and he wants to see them the most.

What I'm afraid of is that someone will come to say goodbye; I thought about it, and found a way.

Now that he had the answer he wanted, he was relieved.

Every Confucian is the pillar of the Great Dream Dynasty, and the fall of one is a major event in the world, which will shake the foundation of the human race.

"Su Daru and take your time."

"This is thanks to His Majesty's nephew, Li Mengsheng."

"Oh?" A hint of discoloration flashed in Emperor Jingwen's eyes, but he didn't expect this to be related to Li Mengsheng.

Dean Artemisia snatched the conversation, and the smile on her face was very bright.

"Your Majesty didn't know something, so it caused the vision of heaven and earth, and the purple vortex gathered in the sky was caused by the poem of the eternal inheritance made by the prince.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk. That's wonderful! I didn't expect the prince to have such a poetic talent.....

It's a pity that the son of the world can't cultivate, and Haoran's qi can't be initiated, which causes Haoran's qi to melt, and we found a shocking news. ”

After he finished speaking, he paused, and Emperor Jingwen scolded with a smile: "You still buy Guanzi with me, Hua Ru doesn't say it, Zhao Ru says." ”

Dean Hanlin nodded, and then said, "I waited to trace the traces of its dissolution, and found that it was absorbed by the Haoran Tower. ”

Hearing this, Emperor Jingwen fell into deep thought, Haoran Pagoda has been silent for many years, and there has been no movement.

Now that he is actively absorbing the aura of Haoran, there is a sense of awakening, is it related to the appearance of the Confucian statue?

All changes naturally bring variables, and as the emperor of the world, what he hates the most is change.

Su Ru saw his worries, "Haoran Pagoda is the treasure of Confucianism, and it is also a weapon to protect the human race, and now it is naturally better than bad to wake up." ”

Emperor Jingwen nodded, and then asked, "The method you are talking about is to use the connection between Haoran Pagoda and the Confucian Saint to restore the holy icon?" ”

The three of them nodded at the same time, and Su Ru continued: "However, Haoran Pagoda has not fully awakened, if it weren't for a purple inheritance poem by the prince that caused the vision of heaven and earth, maybe it would still be silent."

However, even with the infusion of purple haoran qi, it could not fully awaken in a short period of time.

Therefore, now it can only use its connection with the Confucian saint as a bridge, and use the majestic majestic aura as a driving force to transport the 'Confucian and holy qi' to the place where the demons are suppressed to restore the holy icon. ”

Emperor Jingwen was very happy, and said a few words in a row.

This was done to restore the icons without anyone in danger.

赵茹 says:

"It just so happens that the [World Poetry Club] will generate a large amount of Haoran Qi in the near future, and we will collect all of them at that time. I hope that Your Majesty will compensate the people who read all over the world. Furthermore, we will rush to Qingzhou from now on to discuss with Yi Ru and join hands to refine the 'Confucian Saint Qi'. ”

"Very good, a few great Confucians are worried about the world, and I thank the people of the world."

......

The Mirror Lake Poetry Club did not go on, and perhaps when a purple inheritance poem is born, the others will be eclipsed.

Or perhaps, the scholars who participated in the Jinghu Poetry Club were divided into two factions, one was the powerful in the capital, and the other was students from other places.

If the two sides of the dispute get together, it may not be a poetry meeting, but a debate meeting, or even a physical exchange meeting.

The Jinghu dispute was far more spread than imagined, and it raged almost overnight, almost implicating almost all the scholars in the capital, and of course, some people who were forced to get involved in this dispute.

"Why is it so hard for me to make a name for myself?" Li Mengsheng tried hard to redeem his former image, but every time he became famous, there were bigger events that overshadowed his popularity. "Thief God, are you targeting me?"

Nowadays, not many people pay attention to even such a big vision.

Because the people who pay the most attention to the inheritance of poetry are the readers, and now the readers are busy with oral sex.

How can they have the leisure to pay attention to the 'inheritance poems' that are far away from them, and ignore the places in the holy temple that are related to their own interests.

Do you think that there are still poems and distances in life, and what is in front of you is real.

But life is always sweet and sour, for example, the hot pot in front of you is very sweet... Hot.

"Childe, is this way of eating also exclusive to Kitahara?"

Ying'er's foodie attribute was activated, and she learned to go up and down with a bunch of hairy belly in style.

Even the six elders, who like to observe secretly, are feasting without any image at this time.

Childe said that Kitahara is Kitahara's, and it is said that this way of eating is indeed very suitable for the cold Kitahara.

Li Mengsheng was about to snatch a piece of fat and thin meat from Xiaoxiao's chopsticks, but Xiaoxiao bared his teeth and made a whirring sound.

"Cultivation is reduced by half an hour!"

He reluctantly exchanged conditions with Xiaoxiao, who had lost his mind because of food protection.

In response to his cry,

"Drop an hour!"

"Deal Wang!"

Li Mengsheng was shocked by this rapid change.

Retract what you just said: Xiaoxiao is a cunning dog who only protects food, a real dog.

However, only the food can not be disappointed, and he threw the delicious slices of meat into his mouth before answering Ying'er's question: "This is called hot pot, and I created it, Childe." ”

Ying'er's mouth was full, and some juice was still coming out of the corners of her mouth, so she had to use her hand to continue, and said vaguely: "Childe is amazing!" ”

“.....”

"I heard someone talk about the poems written by Childe this morning, the sunset is infinitely better, but it is just near dusk. And also... And also... Without a cold bone, how to get the plum blossom fragrance. Childe is so talented. ”

"Don't think that I'm going to let you practice for a few hours less!"

Being perceived by Li Mengsheng, Ying'er said "ah-" and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Did you hear any strange sounds last night?" ”

Mengsheng knocked on the bowl and made a crisp sound, stopping Ying'er from continuing.

Because the Taishe is dead, it's all to blame for the cyan hairpin.

......

As the treasure of the town, the hairpin is thicker than the general one, the front end is round and smooth, the workmanship is meticulous, the carved relief is also vivid, and the materials are also excellent.

So it's true that the treasures that flow out of the palace are true.

The purple light cluster that Li Mengsheng picked from above was slightly darker than the [Breath Masking].

In his dream last night, when the light dissolved in his hands, he was on the top of a high mountain, and was mercilessly bombarded by thunder and lightning.

If it weren't for the fact that he had a strong soul and cultivated a demon path, he would have come over in the end.

Subsequently, he acquired a literary skill, a special skill for Confucianism and Taoism.

He thought he had obtained a thunder method, but in fact it was also a thunder method.

However, there are hundreds of millions of problems with this thunder method.

[Lightning Channeling Technique]: The physique of each thunder method is different, and it is normal to have a difference of 100 million points.

In line with the principle of practice brings true knowledge, Li Mengsheng plans to test the law and try what the difference is.

So, last night he gently gave himself a shot.

"Kuku..."

Ying'er's stifled laughter interrupted his unbearable memories.

His face slowly turned red, but fortunately, everyone was red when he ate hot pot in the summer.

If it weren't for the presence of the sixth elder, he really wanted the gloating Ying'er to enjoy a thunderbolt and let her experience the social death experience of 'I want to live on the moon'.

Once he made a move, the six elders who were a few grades higher than him would definitely be able to detect it, and when casting the spell, the [Breath Masking] could only be effective against the lower ones.

And after the continuous hard work of the two demons, his demon Dao cultivation was already close to the peak of the ninth order, and he was the second strongest person in the palace.

"Sixth Elder, go get some wine."

The sixth elder raised his head blankly, and then a look that I understood.

Li Mengsheng couldn't bear it, and Ying'er kept smiling.

How fortunate I am, watch me give you a shot. When he raised his hand to pick up the vegetables, he casually hit Ying'er with a lightning channel.

"Ahh

Then Ying'er let out a coquettish shout.

"Sister Ying'er—what's wrong with you—Wangwang?"

She saw the two of them looking at her suspiciously, gritting her teeth, her face was red, and she was trembling, but she shook her head desperately.

"It's going to be a bad stomach, hot pot is like this..."

Li Mengsheng pretended not to know anything, and made an excuse for Ying'er without heart or lungs.

Ying'er wanted to nod her head, but now she was numb, especially... There.

She didn't have the extra strength to do other movements, but after a few breaths, the numbness on her body disappeared, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sister Ying'er—you're wet."

What! Ying'er was shocked.

Looking down, I realized that I was sweating profusely.

Li Mengsheng secretly analyzed the effect of the thunder method in his heart, and the strength of his spell was not half of that of himself last night, but it made Ying'er stalemate for a long time, and it seemed that the paralysis effect was good.

This thunder method is not very serious, and the place where it is hit is often the most vulnerable, and the effect is surprisingly good.

Last night, he tried the law, but he used too much force, causing him to cry for a few breaths, and Ying'er almost died when he heard it.

Ying'er is now full of question marks, looking at the son who is concentrating on eating, and secretly said: Who is plotting against me, or have I not been ..... for too long