Xu Mochen decided to try to use the water of Xuehai to wash away Wenshan's ink characters, and he was ready.

This Wenshan Xuehai is all accumulated by Lin Zhuxi in the process of proving the immortal road with literature, and the bottleneck problems that cannot be broken through.

Strictly speaking, it's a distraction.

He didn't know if he could resist it, but Tang Derun was a deer in his own right, and he couldn't stand the impact.

Xu Mochen originally received a modern education, and after coming here, he didn't pay attention to the literature and Taoism of this world, and the two did not match.

When the sea fell, he activated the Eight Phases Condensation Soul to protect his physical body and soul tightly.

The physical body is not enough, after all, it is the level of the Jindan Realm, with the blessing of supernatural powers, and the sea water only corrodes part of his clothes.

But the power of Wendao contained in the water seeped into his skin and surged directly into his mind.

Xu Mochen felt like whips slapping himself, and his whole head seemed to explode.

The literature and Taoism of this world were given to the human race by immortal cultivators, with the intention of controlling and manipulating the human race.

The emphasis is on the Heaven and Earth Monarchs, as if the five shackles are imprisoning Xu Mochen's consciousness.

As a result, he fell into a coma for a while, and the whole person fell into the sea of learning below with the seawater.

A vast sea of learning, the power of literature and Taoism contained in it is endless, and the moment Xu Mochen fell in, he recovered a little bit of perception.

In fact, it may be better not to recover, then you will not feel pain.

All kinds of negative emotions washed over him, and his heart turned upside down.

Even so, Xu Mochen is also working hard, he wants to digest and resist even a little.

He didn't want to die and couldn't die.

Not knowing where this emotion came from, Xu Mochen tried to open his eyes.

It was pitch black all around, and he didn't know where he was sinking in the sea of learning.

The light above dimmed little by little, and Xu Mochen felt that he would soon be engulfed by darkness.

…… Engulfed in darkness?

He couldn't help frowning, it seemed very familiar.

A person who sinks into the ocean always unconsciously wants to grasp something.

Xu Mochen stretched out his right hand and stretched out towards the small bright spot above.

Suddenly, the little bright spot became bigger and brighter, engulfing him whole.

Xu Mochen remembered, and new memories poured into his mind.

The third of the ten sins.

He stood at the window and glanced back at the room, where there were rows of bookshelves full of books.

There is also a desk with pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and rice paper spread out.

On the rice paper, there are four big characters written "Wen Yi Carry the Dao", and the ink has not yet dried.

He is the youngest prince of a small country in the East, and he is also the most brilliant.

This year, he was only seventeen years old.

At the age of seventeen, the articles, words, poems and songs he wrote were already famous all over the world.

This world refers not only to the small country where he is located, but to the entire land of Middle-earth.

The reason why he has such a literary talent, in addition to his own talent, is also closely related to the small country governed by his father.

It was also a troubled time, other countries were vying for war, emphasizing military force over literature, but the country where he was located paid great attention to civil governance.

The country has no strong armies, no high cities, no horses and sharp weapons, but it has the most precious books in all of Middle-earth.

He remembered what his father said the most, that is, "Wu can rule the country, and Wen can prosper the world".

The particularity of the country's foothold makes it like a wonderful flower in troubled times.

The emperor personally issued an edict to collect all kinds of books in the world, which accumulated year by year, and finally had the current situation.

When he was a child, his father took his hand and opened the door of the library, and saw rows of tall bookshelves with thousands of books neatly stacked on them, and his heart was shocked.

It was at that time that he entered the world of Wendao and was deeply immersed in it.

From spending a month reading a book, to a decade, to a day, to a stick of incense at the end.

The more I read, the more I read, and the faster I get.

He hadn't counted all the books in the library, and he had only read half of them in a few years.

told his father about this, and the latter just smiled: You can't finish reading the books in the world.

Later, he learned that it was not that he had not finished reading it, but that after reading it, his father would collect new books.

It's endless.

Then he gradually understood that no matter how many books he read, they were only books written by others.

After all, you have to write down what you want to say.

He began to write, and he didn't know why, as if he was the son of Wenyun favored by God, and he was hanging all the way in this regard.

I don't know when it started, but he always stood alone in the courtyard, looking up at the only big tree.

In his heart, he was thinking and conceiving, mixed with all kinds of feelings.

By the time he turned around, the bookcase had already been polished with ink, pens, and paper.

He smiled slightly, put pen to paper, and began to write.

Write what he wants to write.

Slowly, his words and poems began to circulate in the imperial palace capital, and then spread to all parts of the country, and then spread to the whole world.

In this era, the literature and Taoism are meagre, and the number of students who are scarce, every time they get his new work, they always recite it repeatedly and applaud the case.

He writes not only about the wind and snow, but also about the wind and snow, the dance and the ink, but also the feelings, the strength, and the hope that represents it.

Students all over the world, seeing his articles, seem to feel the arrival of Wenzhi.

Finally, one day, his father was old, lying in bed and dying.

The princes knelt in front of the old emperor, crying and crying one by one, and all they thought about in their hearts was the edict of succession.

No matter how bad it is, there is also a "legacy" to explain.

The edict came as scheduled, and after it was read, some people cried louder, it was the new emperor who was going to inherit the throne, and crying represented his filial piety and his peace of mind.

Someone put away his cry and hid it, thinking about other things.

Only he was expressionless, and the edict mentioned him, the favorite prince of the old emperor.

There was only one explanation, and that was to hand over the library to him.

At this moment, he had the largest library of books in the world.

His heart became more and more firm, and he firmly believed that what his father said could prosper the world.

He became more and more sophisticated, and a little fragrance began to emanate from his body.

When he didn't know it, he entered the immortal path with his text and opened the door to cultivating immortals.

It is a pity that the wheel of history does not change many times because of the change of one person.

In troubled times, the survival of the country cannot only rely on pen and paper.

Whoever has the bigger fist will have more say in this era.

What's more, this was originally a world of immortal cultivators.

The national imperial power of the human race is all decoration.

What really drives historical change is the Shifang World.

It's just that at this time, he didn't know about the existence of the other party.

(End of chapter)