It turns out that there are some things that you think will not work, but they fit perfectly, and what works can no longer be done.

In this world where martial arts are prosperous and Confucianism is withering, how difficult is it for Confucian sages to find a poem that will last for centuries? Do you expect a group of "vulgar martial artists" who only have cultivation in their eyes?

No way!

The major terrorist forces of the entire "Wangtiantai" and the masters of the martial realm Xuanqi, whoever is not convinced, who is on it!

Someone made a small poem in front of him, but it couldn't cause the fluctuation of the Confucian remnants at all.

Therefore, the masters of the major sects and the Holy Land Cave Heaven looked at it directly, even if they rejected Xin Zhuo very much, they were only jealous.

Especially when the Confucian Saint's remnants of the sea of true qi and a ray of divine power light submerged into Xin Zhuo's body, jealousy and envy reached its peak.

"Fuck ......"

The son-in-law, the woman and the old man who reprimanded Xin Zhuo before had a hot face.

"It's really good poetry, I didn't expect this outcast to be so talented."

Xue Zang and Ling Gucheng have the intention to slander, but they really can't refute the wonderfulness of this poem with their conscience.

Bauhinia Saintess Yuan Yourong and Dry Sword Cave Heavenly Saintess Ying Jianying's faces were very complicated, in the memories of those years, this Xin Zhuo was indeed talented and strategic, the world is changeable, but people have not changed at all.

“…… The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim......"

The Saint of Rushan, Peacock and Huang Taigai, a group of people, and the people of Rushan couldn't help but sigh lightly.

……

Xin Zhuo was bathed in the majestic true qi at the moment, meditating and concentrating, carefully refining these true qi, and found that these true qi were pure like the golden dry bones in the treasure land of the Changle clan and the Duan clan, as long as they were refined, they could be integrated into the "Hun Yuan Void Dan Sea Vortex" and go to the realm of "maturity".

He suddenly remembered what he didn't know which great talent had said over the years—

[This is the best era for warriors, and it is also the worst era for warriors, where light and darkness coexist. 】

Yes, in this chaotic world, the ancient, medieval, ancient, primeval and even ancient old monsters, natural treasures, spiritual forbidden lands, and inherited things have been born, as long as you are lucky and talented, you will have the opportunity to advance by leaps and bounds.

But it is also an era of personal cannibalism, because if you are not careful, you will provoke unknown masters or get involved in disputes, and face desperate attacks and pursuits.

Just like himself, now he is being hunted down, but there are opportunities everywhere, if he doesn't die, he has a great certainty, all the way "sparks with lightning", "upgrade to fight monsters", there is no strongest, only stronger, sooner or later stand at the top of this world!

That's right! As long as he doesn't die!

Thinking of this, he looked at Mochizuki Well.

[Well owner: Xin Zhuo. 】

[Yuehua: 100/100.] 】

[Realm: Hunyuan Void Middle Realm (1/10 into Hunyuan Void Realm)......]

A poem, in exchange for a tenth of the breakthrough realm, who to reason?

Then, he "looked" at the supernatural power instilled in his mind.

[Confucian Sword! ] 】

Carefully tasting the tricks and meridian directions of this martial art, it feels very ordinary, at least it can't compare to his own swordsmanship, if it is grabbed by the Mochizuki Well sacrifice spirit, it may not be looked down on by Mochizuki Well at all.

"Hum—"

At this moment, the "stone futon" where Xin Zhuo was located slammed into the second layer of aperture, and got closer to the remnants of the Confucian Saint.

This time, it has become a pattern of one person being tall and all the masters being shorter.

This sense of déjà vu pressed on the head by a precarious kid with no background made a large number of masters unacceptable, and they forgot how to crack the first layer for a while.

The woman of the Five Decay Realms of Heaven and Man under the seat of Patriarch Xiao of Huangquan Sect was the first to speak up and sneered: "The article is not successful, and the clever hand has it, I don't know if the poem just now was plagiarized by someone else, or it was done by chance." It's not easy to touch this Confucian sage, I don't believe you can make a song! ”

This remark resonated with some people, yes! Since you dare to come to Confucianism to break the Confucian holy stone, which of the people present is not a person who has read the Confucian sage classics for a few years and boasts of having a good strategy, the poems Xin Zhuo just made are indeed good products, but it is absolutely impossible to be a masterpiece of holy words in the future, and it just happens to touch the remnants of Confucianism!

Xin Zhuo was silent, just looked at the remnants of Rushan on the second layer in a daze.

The previous big man, "Spirit Sword Hall Tempest", said coldly: "Do you dare to say, what is the hint on the second layer?"

Xin Zhuo was still silent, but his fingers suddenly began to draw on the second layer of aperture, and it took half a column of incense to finish.

The remnants of the Confucian Saint suddenly shook again, emitting a dazzling light.

I saw golden fonts appear out of thin air-

"Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian. Confucian Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking, this situation can be recalled? It's just that it was already in the dark! ”

"This ......"

A group of profound masters below were already shocked by the remnants of the Confucian Sage, and looked at Xin Zhuo in surprise.

He did it again!

Then they all looked at those handwritings, and at this look, they were all shocked in their hearts, and this shock had nothing to do with martial arts, but the "terrifying power" of the poem.

"Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian...... Can this be recalled? It's just that it was already in the dark! ”

A group of old things that have lived for hundreds of years were stunned for a long time.

Something that they remembered in the depths of their minds and did not want to remember suddenly became clear:

[I don't know how many years ago, that bright and bright-toothed girl shouted with a smile, "Stinky brother, it's good to marry you when you grow up", but it's a pity...... I couldn't wait for her to grow up, and the terrifying master killed at will, and the endless martial arts cultivation died halfway...... The dead cannot be resurrected. 】

[Countless years ago, the boy next door who blushed easily was not very talented, and his family was not wealthy, but he would always secretly knit some handicrafts and some small toys to make himself happy. When he left for the Great Sect to practice that year, the boy next door ran after the carriage for a long ......]

[That beautiful girl in red, willful is said to be still looking at the place she left when she died......]

[The man who was cold on the surface always quietly did heart-warming things, and finally died in a foreign country, holding the silk scarf he gave him to death......]

Many burst into tears.

Who can say that the long-lived warriors are ruthless and unjust?

"Poetry has no edge, but every sentence cuts people's hearts......"

The peacock eyes of the Rushan saint were red, and she sighed leisurely.

"What about Xin Zhuo's second poem?" Master Zhiming looked at Huang Taigai, but found that the old guy was in tears.

"If it's not good, how can the remnants of the Confucian saint be shaken?" Huang Taigai silently looked at the sky and wiped away tears.

"Childe ......"

The Heavenly Saintess of the Dry Sword Cave won Jianying and finally said those two words stupidly.

"The saint shall know who she is." The old woman next to her scolded angrily in a low voice: "Yesterday, I took the liberty to do it, and the old body didn't stop you, but today you dare to remember the love in the mirror, this son will definitely not survive the next day!" Who is he? It's just a few rotten poems about Confucianism, can you become a saint and an emperor when he is holy? Can you break through the ninth layer? ”

The words were harsh, disdainful and threatening.

Ying Jianying closed her eyes and sighed faintly: "I know, I don't know him!"

The old woman's face turned a little pale: "Very good!"

And at this moment, the eyes of the other sects and the masters of the Holy Land Cave Heaven have completely changed when they look at Xin Zhuo, if it is said that Xin Zhuo may have been fooled before, then this second poem really can't deny his knowledge and natural poetic talent!

"When did Da Luo cultivate Confucianism? How did you teach this kind of Confucian talent? ”

There are a large number of old men with frowns.

"Uh......"

Ling Gucheng and the love Guzi's faces also became hot.

No matter what others thought, Xin Zhuo had already bathed in the terrifying sea of true qi and the light of Confucian sages and martial arts for the second time.

(End of chapter)