When Xu Ling heard this, he was not in a hurry to do it, now that the general trend has become a success, even Yin Wuxian can't turn the sky, let alone a hairy boy who has just obtained a literary position?

The reason why Xu Ling was in a hurry to arrest Su Wen before, he really suspected that Su Wen killed Xu Yi was secondary, mainly to find a substitute for the ghost!

What a character Xu Ling is, just from the words of Chengde and Zhang Xiaoshan, he has already realized that the situation is critical, if the situation is allowed to develop, then it must be his Xu family who will suffer a big loss in the end!

Now that Xu Yi's bones are not cold, even if it is really Xu Yi who died of anger because of the seizure of the position, Xu Ling will definitely not be able to swallow this breath.

My son is dead, and you still want to attack my Xu family?

But Xu Ling also knew very well that if the seven major families in Linchuan City, including the Zhang family and the Cheng family, targeted him at the same time, even if he had a brother who was far away in Yicheng, he would not be able to save the fire.

After all, this matter is too serious, if Xu Yi really survives under the empowerment of the Seven Talents, who would dare to say that the Xu family has such a holy talent?

It's a pity that Xu Yi died.

The seizure of the title was not successful, and the empowerment of other talents was interrupted, which gave the seven families the most justified reason to attack!

That's why Xu Ling asked to search Su Wen's Wenhai and memories, and no matter how Su Wen defended himself, Xu Ling could forcibly blame Su Wen for Xu Yi's death and the fact that Zhang Bingkun and others were deprived of their positions!

Kill Su Wenge on the spot!

When Su Wen dies without proof, he can not only block the mouths of Youyou, but also cut off the reasons for the seven families, only in this way can Xu Ling have time to ask for help from Yicheng and suppress the anger of the seven families.

And the most important thing is that Xu Ling lost his son when he was old, and it was a time of grief, so he needed to use Su Wen's blood to vent, and he needed to use a killing to bury his beloved son!

Therefore, Su Wen must die!

It's just that if Xu Ling finally knew that the initiator of this qiē was really Su Wen's doing, I don't know what he would think.

At this time, Su Wen took the initiative to stand in front of Xu Ling, which could only make Xu Ling sneer in his heart, did he think that if he used the holy law to press himself, he would not dare to make a move?

With a light flash in his eyes, Xu Ling snorted coldly: "At an extraordinary time, do extraordinary things! If I slander your innocence in the end, I will ask the Holy Court for guilt!"

Su Wen smiled secretly in his heart, and asked the Holy Court for his guilt? Now that the president of the Holy Court of Linchuan City is on the scene, Xu Ling dares to be disrespectful to him, if he adds Yicheng to speak at that time, who would dare to touch Xu Ling at all?

Could it be that Xu Ling really thinks he is a three-year-old child?

"Master Xu, since that's the case, I don't think you need to do it yourself, don't you want to know how I won the literary position? I'll sue you!" As he spoke, Su Wen's body flashed red, and a simple inkstone pattern quietly emerged from his wrist.

Hearing this, Xu Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, hesitating whether to make a move immediately, but his few guards had not yet arrived at Su Wen's side, so he sneered: "I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer." ”

Xu Ling's change in love did not escape Yin Wuxian's eyes at all, he was in a broad palm, gently resting on Su Wen's shoulder, ready to make a move at any time to block Xu Ling's surprise attack.

At the same time, two figures, one big and one small, also stood by Su Wen's side, Su Yu gently took Su Wen's hand, and his eyes were full of determination.

Tang Ji's big round face was already covered with a dense layer of fine sweat, and even his lips trembled a little, but he still did not take half a step back, but straightened his back strongly.

At this moment, Su Wen suddenly felt a faint warm flow in his heart, he took a deep breath, then lightly opened his lips, and recited a poem: "The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back." ”

What Su Wen recited in his mouth was the song "Ascending" when he received the first talent empowerment!

As soon as this remark came out, it was like a thunder on the ground, which amazed everyone!

Even Yin Wuxian, who is a mid-grade scholar, can't help but have a different color in his eyes, this poem, the more literate and higher the person, the more he can appreciate the extraordinary meaning in it!

Before everyone could savor it, the second line of the poem in Su Wen's mouth had already sounded: "Boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiaoxiao, endless rivers are rolling." ”

At this time, Su Wen had already obtained a literary degree, so every word of the poems he recited was infused with talent!

Everyone present, suddenly seemed to see an incomparably magnificent atmosphere of the picture scroll in front of the eyes slowly unfolded, the air leaves fluttered and fell, such as boundless, covering the sky and the sun, layer by layer, the big river under the feet with invincible momentum, surging, rushing and rushing, making people's hearts stirred.

After seeing this scene, Cheng De, the president of the Holy Inquisition, had completely forgotten about the dangerous situation in the field now, and couldn't help but praise: "Good poem!"

Everyone's gaze at Su Wen has changed again, even ordinary people who don't know poetry the most have experienced an incomparably magnificent artistic conception from these two poems, and it can even be said that with these two poems alone, Su Wen's seizure of the literary position is no longer controversial, and his literary title is a matter of course, and it is justified!

"He is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years. ”

Su Wen's voice was not hurried, but his voice was sad, like a wandering bard, gently telling his story.

This faint sadness infected everyone, especially Xu Ling, who was standing in front of Su Wen, because of Xu Yi's death, Xu Ling's heart was originally full of grief, and now under Su Wen's poems, this sadness was magnified again, making Xu Ling's eyes burst into tears again.

But after all, Su Wen was just a new scholar, and the gap between his strength and Xu Ling was too big, so Xu Ling soon woke up from this huge sadness, and was replaced by deep jealousy and fear!

"You must not let him finish reciting this poem! This son must not be kept!" Xu Ling's mind moved, and he wanted to do it, but unfortunately, he was still half a beat slower.

The figure did not move, Xu Ling suddenly felt that there was a flower in front of him, Yin Wuxian had already understood his intentions in advance, and once again protected Su Wen behind him, and at this time, Xu Ling had already regretted it too late.

Because Su Wen finally chanted the last line of the poem: "Hardship, bitterness, hatred, frost and sideburns, pouring down the new turbid wine glass." ”

After the poem, a golden holy light fell from the sky, directly enveloping Su Wen, Yin Wuxian, Tang Ji and Su Yu, and some learned people couldn't help but exclaim: "This poem, is it ......?"

Chengde was still far away from Su Wen, but he had already keenly captured the meager holy intent in the golden light, and his eyes suddenly widened, and he blurted out in shock: "The poem of the world!"

The ninth level of literature, poetry and articles are naturally divided into three, six, nine and so on, among which the heirloom works are ranked second-class, which has not been published for decades!

In other words, Su Wen's "Ascending" is only one step away from the amazing poem!

At this moment, let alone Chengde, even if Bai Jianqiu stood here, he would be shocked beyond measure.

The majestic holy pressure is overwhelming, and ordinary people have already knelt on the ground because they can't bear this kind of coercion, and people with civil positions can still hold on, but even if a strong person like Xu Ling wants to move a little more, it is also delusional!

A chill rose from Xu Ling's back, and it wasn't until this moment that he finally understood Su Wen's intentions.

Because the poem is passed down from generation to generation, there will be a half-saint in person!

Xu Ling's body was shaky, he had already foreseen what would happen next, between his fists clenched, Xu Ling's heart was full of remorse at this time.

If you knew this, you shouldn't have been merciful before!

However, no matter how much Xu Ling regretted it at this time and how much he wanted to vomit blood, the holy pressure in the air had become thicker and thicker, and immediately, a phantom projection full of holiness and majesty appeared in the sky above Linchuan City, looking down on the people of Linchuan.

As one of the ten great countries of the human race, Weiguo has a deep natural heritage, and for a hundred years, although the sages have withered, there are still nearly ten semi-saint powerhouses in charge, among which Su Wen has seen one of them earlier, Bai Jianqiu, and what came to Linchuan City at this time was another unfamiliar face.

This half-saint is much younger than Bai Jianqiu, but his reputation is not below Bai Jianqiu at all, because this person is a descendant of the tea saint Lu Yu, Lu Sanjiao!

Although this name is extremely feminine, Lu Sanjiao is a genuine man, and I don't know how many people have laughed at Lu Sanjiao's name, and these people are all dead.

Therefore, the entire patriotic people know that the name is a taboo for Lu Bansheng, but anyone who dares to disrespect him will often die a miserable death.

Lu Sanjiao's ruthless reputation has spread far and wide, and his character of retribution is even avoided by other semi-saints, and today, because of Su Wen's hand-me-down poem, Lu Sanjiao came to Linchuan City in person!

"This poem is well written, and I will report it to the Sanctuary and reward you. Lu Sanjiao's voice was a little soft, but it didn't sound salty or light, and there was no appreciation at all.

But Su Wen naturally wouldn't be angry because of this, Su Wen who was shrouded in holy light obviously couldn't feel the holy power, so he bowed slightly and said, "Trouble your lord." ”

Lu Sanjiao nodded, and was about to say something, but there was a flash of light in her eyes, and her figure fell a few feet, and then she stared at Su Wen deadly, as if she wanted to see through Su Wen's soul.

It's just such a ray of gaze, which makes Su Wen feel his scalp tingle, and he faintly feels that this Lu Bansheng looks at him like a beast looking at his prey?

But then, Lu Sanjiao turned his gaze away, and a secret smirk crossed the corner of his mouth, and then he asked softly, "You are very good!

Su Wen didn't have time to think about what happened just now, so he had to reply respectfully: "Lord Hui, my name is Su Wen." ”

Hearing this, Lu Sanjiao's face changed slightly, and she asked again: "Su Wen, are you the queen of Jiguo Su Sheng?"

Su Wen smiled bitterly in his heart, he thought, but unfortunately he didn't have this life, so he replied truthfully: "No, my father Su Li is a native of the country." ”

Lu Sanjiao's face slowed down at this time, nodded again, didn't say anything more, turned around and was about to leave, but at this moment, Su Wen's voice sounded in time: "Please stay!"

Lu Sanjiao stopped when she heard this, looked back at Su Wen, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

Su Wen straightened up, then turned back to Xu Ling with a smile and said, "Lord Xu, just now you said that you were willing to ask the Holy Court for sin? Now that the Demi-Holy is here, you can ask for guilt from the Holy Court!"