A wisp of heroic air, a thousand miles of fast wind!

Yang Feng and the others came to the sixth pass of Fu Demon Peak, and Wen Dao entered the sainthood.

Fu Mo Peak, every place is not a decoration, thousands of years ago in the red dust world, a hundred schools of thought contended, and a hundred flowers bloomed.

It's a pity that the three religions and nine streams in the red dust world in the past are only Buddhism that survived in the world.

As for those who are still breathing, it is Confucianism in front of them.

The great Confucianism of the world, Kong Shengqiu.

"This is the sanctification of the Tao of Literature, where there is a strange power to turn decay into magic, writing to stop soldiers, and poetry to become Taoist rhymes."

Rao Yixue couldn't help but speak, obviously this heroic righteousness had disturbed the girl's thoughts.

"Confucian Sage, Kong Shengqiu?! It is rumored that he was sanctified in writing, failed in the catastrophe, and was rebuilt by the army? How do you ...... now?"

"It seems that it is the handiwork of the Lord of the Red Dust Realm again, but now I am more and more curious, this Lord of the Red Dust Realm, what is he playing with, why, the people imprisoned by this Demon Peak are all the supreme arrogance of the world."

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After entering Wendao, Yang Feng only felt that the air here was extremely fresh, and even had a faint fragrance on the virgin's body.

On this road, there is no killing, no soldiers, and it is full of birds and flowers.

It's just that the only thing that makes it bad is that there is a statue of a broken arm, and on the surface, this statue is a woman.

I don't know if it's the corrosion of the years or the polishing of the raindrops, the body of the statue has been worn so badly that it can almost only be roughly recognized by the outline.

The statue in front of me is a woman.

"Who is this woman? Why is there a sculpture of her standing on this road? ”

Through the general senses presented by the statue, Yang Feng could vaguely guess the woman's appearance before her death, and she must have been a shocking existence, right?

"She? The first wife of the Confucian saint and the last wife of the Confucian saint, Lin Qingya. ”

Even if the statue has damaged an arm, it seems that her demeanor and demeanor are extraordinary everywhere.

"Lin Qingya, good name."

"Could this Wendao be a dead end, and there will be no one at all?"

They had been on the road for a while, but they still found nothing.

Fandu thinks that he can calm his temperament, and now he can't help but wonder if the Confucian saint is still alive or not.

"Don't be anxious, thanks to your little monk, you still eat fasting and chanting Buddha on weekdays, and now you don't have any patience at all, no wonder the abbot of your Duchen Temple doesn't pass on your Buddhist powers."

Buddhism exercises pay attention to external and internal skills.

External skills, that is, the Vajra subduing demons and magic powers performed by Fandu, etc., similar to the seventy-two stunts of Buddhism, are all called Buddhism's outer door exercises.

Exercises and mental methods, the inner and outer aspects of the exercises, both internal and external.

However, Fandu does not have that blessing, and can only practice external skills, quenching bones and forging the body.

"Ahem! Who said that the abbot saw that I was young and unstable. ”

Fandu hurriedly defended.

"Hey! To explain is to cover up, and to cover up is to make up a story. ”

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Rao Yixue, who has always been silent, couldn't help but ridicule a few words.

On the road, bluestone slabs are paved, and every bluestone slab is covered with moss.

White jade, at the end of the steps.

There is only one stone sculpture, holding a stone book in one hand.

With his free hand, he held a stone pen.

The deep sunken stone bead pupils looked downward.

The light of his eyes seemed to penetrate the earth.

Until, walk up to the end of the steps.

tremendous amount of

What is Sea of Books?

What is Poetry?

Sanctify with text and transcend the red dust.

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan."

"Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud."

"The most important thing is that the world can't stay, and the face is a flowery tree."

……

"I don't know what to do, go deep!"

These poems and songs are depicted on a canopy.

One sentence after another, love poems, after all, there are lovers in the world, and they have all become dependents.

A generation of Confucian saints, his life was sanctified by literature, in the past he reigned in the world, and the beauty was also peerless.

Now, the beauty has passed away, and the Confucian saints have been relieved, leaving a wall of poems alone, who to talk to?

Rumble!

Rumble!

Click!

Boom!

The surface of the stone carving was shattered, and the canopy at the end of the steps, the handwriting that could only barely be recognized, emitted a dazzling golden glow, shining brightly.

After the stone carving was shattered, a man in a green shirt stepped out, without a three-foot Qingfeng, let alone a seven-foot spear.

A pen, lightly lifted, the brush on the canopy, swaying ink.

"The passing water and the time go to Moliu, and the forest is lost.

Beauties have been like famous generals since ancient times, and they are not allowed to see white heads in the world. ”

It only adds a little desolation and helplessness.

The man in the green shirt, with white hair like snow, is draped over his shoulders.

With long hair and gestures, he shows the spirit of a bookseller.

"Confucian Sage, Kong Shengqiu?!"

Kong Shengqiu, carved out, a poem, said his life.

It also shows his attachment to his wife, Lin Qingya, to the fullest.

After witnessing this poem, he was also secretly sad.

Oh, yes! Beauties and famous generals are all ill-fated, and if they want to die, this is not a luxury for them.

"Hahaha! Who are they? Where did it come from and where did it go? ”

After lifting the pen and brushing the ink, Kong Shengqiu turned to stare at a few people.

Even after thousands of years, his eyes have not been stained with half of the dust, and his eyes are sharp and compelling.

"Confucian seniors, we were chased and killed by a strong enemy, and we mistakenly entered the Demon Peak, and now we just want to leave here."

Yang Feng bowed, and then respectfully spoke.

"Peerless mortal body, red dust taboo, crossing the catastrophe into immortals, and finally falling into red dust, do you know what year it is?" m.

When he woke up, Kong Shengqiu didn't know what year it was, but he vaguely felt that a long time had passed.

Cultivation does not count years, and dreams for a thousand years.

"The predecessors are now a thousand years later."

Yang Feng didn't dare to slack off, although the green-shirted guest in front of him did not have half a point of cultivation fluctuations, but as long as the other party wanted to, he was afraid that if the four of them combined, it would not be enough to die eight hundred times.

"Millennium? Did you sleep for a thousand years? No wonder ......"

Kong Shengqiu's eyes were always fixed at the bottom of the white jade steps, and the broken arm, with a bit of beautiful stone carving, had never moved for half a minute.

His thoughts went back to a thousand years ago, when he was admired by the world, a beautiful woman beside him, a peerless grace, but once he was robbed and relieved.

After a big dream, the beauty withered, and she was also half-crippled.

Jingyi, Yang Feng, Fandu, Rao Yixue, the four of them were silent for a long time, Kong Shengqiu recalled the past like a passing year, and it was just a mirror.

"Aha! Qingya, my husband is back, you open your eyes and look at me, Qingya, don't sleep! ”

Lin Qingya, the love of his life, but unfortunately he had too deep an obsession with entering the sainthood.

With obsession, at the moment when he fell asleep, he repented, looked at the beautiful woman in front of him who was raining tears, and felt the hot heart.

He really wants to love another life, this life, not for fame, not for profit, just for the hand of the son and grow old with the son.

Live up to your beauty for the rest of your life!

The cold stone carving touched Kong Shengqiu's heart that had been silent for thousands of years, Mo said that if she failed now, even if she succeeded, but now in the face of a cold stone statue, she would never respond again.

Her smile can only appear in dreams.

Some people died, but not completely......