The first day of Confucianism, Taoism, and the Holy Storytelling came to an end.

The audience of the Three Realms was shocked.

Can you still play like this?

"Command".

A voice came into the temple of Si Ming Xingjun, and the dull expression of Si Ming Xingjun was like a demon, motionless and silent.

"Si Ming Xingjun".

His voice was filled with anger, and a wave of coercion instantly descended on Si Ming Xingjun's body, which made him wake up with a stirring spirit.

"Who, who"?

Suddenly, a round mirror appeared in front of him, and the scenery of the Taiyin Star appeared in the picture.

Si Ming Xingjun was startled, and hurriedly got up and saluted: "Xiaoxian has seen Niangniang, Xingjun."

The old fairy of the moon snorted, frowned, and said: "After listening to the story just now, how about it, can you think of a new way of thinking about the Terran race that is even better than the court?"

Si Ming opened his mouth, and his face became extremely gloomy.

Confucianism.

Confucianism.

It turned out to be such a Confucianism.

It was simply amazing, whimsical, and it was undeniable that his heart was shocked now, and the strength of Qin Fake Immortal made him feel terrifying.

Chang'e looked solemn, looked at Si Ming Xingjun and said: "Si Ming Xingjun, Qin Fake Immortal's strength is unexpected, his book on Confucianism and Taoism is enough to amaze the Three Realms, if he can really expand and complete the level of Confucianism and Taoism ,...... in the future."

Didn't go on.

But the meaning is obvious, this way is too consistent with the human race, and the human race is in charge of those who read, I am afraid that they all like this way.

Si Ming Xingjun began to sweat on his forehead under the gaze of the two.

If he wants to say that there can be a human race avenue that can compete with Confucianism and Taoism, he believes that there will be one, but now there is really no inspiration at all.

Endless silence.

Seeing this, the old fairy and Chang'e sighed, it seems that Si Ming Xingjun's side doesn't have to count on it, they can only count on the side of the Radio and Television Shenjun.

The round mirror shattered, and the coercion that fell on his body disappeared.

Si Ming Xingjun staggered to the ground, and slumped backwards to the ground with a dead expression.

I didn't expect him to dominate the first word of the Heavenly Court for countless years, but now he is constantly surpassed, how can this shame be snowed?

"No, I'm not reconciled".

Sitting up reluctantly, Si Ming Xingjun's eyes were red, he took off a white jade gourd from his waist, opened the cork and poured out a blood-red pill.

Looking at the Wisdom Pill in his hand, Si Ming Xingjun hesitated again and again but swallowed it in one gulp.

Yes!

The Dao crown exploded, Si Ming Xingjun's expression was painful, he looked up to the sky and cried out in pain, his eyes fainted, but his spirit descended on the void zone.

"Wisdom incarnate, come to my aid".

Si Ming Xingjun roared angrily, and smoke continued to emerge from this void realm, turning into one by one Si Ming Xingjun.

"Oh, Ben I, you're taking forbidden drugs again."

"Let me out, I will sweep away the heavenly court and become the Jade Emperor."

"Ah, it's so annoying, what are you calling me out for, I want to sleep".

"Brother Ontology, I want to eat sugar".

……

Thirty-six incarnations of wisdom said this, with different tones and words, some arrogant, some cowardly, some naïve, and some cold, as if the characters were all different.

"Shut up, you are me, Confucianism and Taoism are all listened to, I want you to help me think together, I must find an idea that is enough to compete with Confucianism and Taoism."

The self-talking avatars of wisdom shut up in unison and began to work honestly, although their expressions seemed quite reluctant.

Rumble!

A body of wisdom shattered.

Rumble!

Another embodiment of wisdom shattered.

……

The wisdom incarnation kept falling, but the aura left behind after the fall would fly to the other wisdom avatars around him, and when the last wisdom avatar fell, hundreds of points of aura were like fireflies surging towards Si Ming Xingjun and injecting them into his body.

Yes!

Si Ming began to suffer, his expression was hideous, and he received the aura of these thirty-six wisdom incarnations,

He had to experience the thirty-six deathfalls.

With this feeling, the brain seems to be torn apart, and the primordial spirit is going to be torn apart.

"I want to win".

"I want to win".

"I want to win".

……

Si Ming Xingjun kept muttering and resisting, and I don't know how long it took to finally get through the pain and leave this Pure Land of Wisdom with a body of inspiration.

Slowly waking up, Si Ming Xingjun opened his eyes and saw a boy serving him.

"Ah, Xingjun, you're awake."

Sitting up reluctantly, Si Ming Xingjun covered his head and gasped heavily, and it took a while to calm down, and the mana evaporated the sweat from his whole body, and then he said: "Little boy, how many days have I been in a coma"?

Xiantong looked at Si Ming Xingjun worriedly, and said truthfully: "It's been seven days in the world, Xingjun, the eldest princess only sent someone to urge the draft yesterday, asking why no new draft has been sent in the past few days."

"Seven Days on Earth"?

Si Ming Xingjun breathed a sigh of relief, and before he could do so, the immortal light on his body lit up, and when it was extinguished, his clothes had been tidied up.

"Take care of the palace gate, I'll go back when I go," Si Ming Xingjun commanded, leaving the Si Ming Xingjun Temple, and soon arrived at the Wenqu Divine Palace.

"I've seen Si Ming Xingjun."

The heavenly soldier guarding the door opened his mouth to greet and stopped: "Xingjun, Wenqu Xingjun went to the Lingxiao Treasure Hall to accompany the Jade Emperor Datianzun to listen to the book, I don't know why Xingjun came"?

Seeing this, Si Ming Xingjun took out a waist card, UU read the book The guards hurriedly dodged when they saw it: "Xingjun, please."

In order to write materials, he didn't run to the Wenqu Shrine, which included all the splendid articles in the world, poems and songs, and all the theories, which were more complete than the inheritance of the world.

This is the power of the Wenqu Star Priesthood who controls the cultural movement in the world, otherwise how can it be called Wenqu Xing.

It's a pity that Wen Quxing has read the most books in the sky and on the earth, but he can't write articles, he knows too much, but he can't make trade-offs, he pursues perfection too much, and finally picks up the pen but can't fall down.

Enter the temple.

Si Ming Xingjun came to the Wendao Hall with a familiar car, and found the Wendao Quanshu that was more than a zhang high and exuded a magnificent atmosphere.

"On".

Si Ming Xingjun urged the token and shot out a brilliant light and landed on the Wendao book, and suddenly the entire Wendao Hall turned into a sea of articles, and the vast sound of reading echoed in the hall.

Si Ming Xingjun continued to urge the token, and spit out the retrieval request: "Mechanism, Mechanism, Mojia, Public Loser."

Speak the truth.

One by one, the words flew into the vast sea of articles, and the next moment, golden torrents were pulled out of the ocean, condensed and turned into a thin golden book in front of Si Ming Xingjun.

Reaching out to take it, Si Ming Xingjun let go, and suddenly countless golden words rushed out, burrowing into Si Ming Xingjun's eyebrows, the book slowly poured away, but everything related to the retrieval mechanism entered Si Ming Xingjun's brain.

"Whew".

Exhaled, a smile appeared on his face, he put away the token, and the words reappeared inward.

"My new book, name, Modao Machine God".