This is the first time that Su Wen has witnessed the power of poetry since he came to this world!

The man in black walked away against the wind, Su Wen looked at this qiē in amazement, and a word flashed in his mind.

Magic!

It's magic!

There was a glimmer of fear in his eyes, and the panic in his heart surged like a stormy wave, until this moment, Su Wen's worldview was really subverted, he didn't want to stay for a second, he wanted to escape, he wanted to return home, but he couldn't.

The man in black seemed to have opened Pandora's box in front of Su Wen's eyes, and Su Wen couldn't resist the deeper curiosity in his heart, or rather, it was the greed of the seven deadly sins.

So he followed closely behind the man in black and took a step in the direction of the other party's disappearance.

The man in black used "Gale" as a medium to attract the talents of heaven and earth, and almost in an instant, he had disappeared in front of Su Wen's eyes, but Su Wen could still "see" the direction of the man in black's departure.

Su Wen couldn't see the trace of the man in black, but he saw the direction of the wind.

This is a mysterious and mysterious state, Su Wen didn't know why he was able to see the wind that should be invisible and unintentional, but at this time, he didn't have time to think, just followed the wind marks and ran away.

"The frost is heavy, the sky is high, the sun is light, and the red leaves are flying up. The north wind does not hesitate to visit the south of the Yangtze River, and even breaks the window to blow the guest clothes. Su Wen recited Huang Tingjian's "Gale" in his mouth, but it had no effect, and not even half a breeze was raised around him.

The root cause is because Su Wen has not yet obtained a literary position.

Without a literary position, you cannot use your talent and stimulate the power of poetry.

The Continent of Sacred Words, since the advent of the Divine Book a hundred years ago, Wendao has risen rapidly, and after a hundred years of development, although the saints have not been seen for decades, the application of talent has developed to the peak.

From a certain point of view, the role of talent in this world has become more and more irreplaceable!

There are thousands of ways to obtain talent, among which entering the temple and obtaining it through guò empowerment is the most important one, but the empowerment of talent does not make the talent in one's body endless, and there is only one way to never exhaust talent.

Study!

There is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book!

However, people have strengths and weaknesses, and books naturally have advantages and disadvantages, and the effect of reading the book of the saint and the book of the bachelor is naturally completely different, so after inductive statistics, the Sacred Word Continent has made a simple division of the grades of various books, which is divided into four levels and twelve levels.

Saints, Emperors, Sects, People!

Within the fourth order, it is further subdivided into high, middle, and junior three!

For example, the "Chutan Collection" studied by Yin Wuxian, the lord of Linchuan City, is a high-level literary and Taoist work of the sect!

Interestingly, the books written by saints are not necessarily holy orders, but some amazing and brilliant demi-saints and even scholars, although their realm is not as holy as saints, they can still write books of holy steps!

For example, Huang Tingjian, a double saint of calligraphy and poetry, only reached the level of Cheng dù of the sect level in his work "Shu Youfang Pavilion", on the other hand, "University Question" written by Wang Yangming, a scholar of Weiguo Zhenguo University, is a holy level!

Nowadays, within the ten countries of the human race, almost all the holy order books and texts are treasured by various holy Taoist families, and it is simply a fantasy for ordinary people to take a look.

Of course, if you want to study the works of literature and Taoism, attract talents, and expand the sea of literature, first of all, you have to obtain a literary degree, otherwise, everything is empty talk, and the current Su Wen is still far behind......

Thinking about the wonderful rules of this world, Su Wen's footsteps did not stop at all, and before he knew it, he had come to the largest mansion in Linchuan City.

Castle Lord's Mansion.

It was only at this time that Su Wen discovered a very critical problem.

Along the way, he was not stopped by half a minute, and even the city garrison who was keeping vigil was nowhere to be seen, and now standing at the gate of the city lord's mansion, Su Wen didn't even see half of the guards!

Outside the Zhumen of the City Lord's Mansion, there was a dead silence, which seemed a little ghostly, and there was no longer the excitement and hustle and bustle of the past, Su Wen stood at the door, his palms were full of beads of sweat.

"The target of the man in black is the City Lord's Mansion!"

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva and taking a deep breath, Su Wen finally mustered up the courage, pushed open the heavy gate of the City Lord's Mansion, and dodged in.

The door was still quiet, and where Su Wen came into view, let alone a person, he didn't even see a ghost.

Su Wen took a deep breath, felt the faint breeze in front of him, and followed closely again.

After a few breaths, Su Wen finally saw a big living person, but the other party had passed out to the ground and completely lost consciousness.

In the following time, Su Wen found more and more Fuzhong family members who passed out on the side of the road, and many of them were wearing swords and swords around their waists, obviously guarding the Fuzhong!

The most terrifying thing is that these guards were fainted without even drawing their swords!

Su Wen had already retreated at this time, he finally realized that he was too reckless, if he continued to follow, whether he was discovered by the man in black or bumped into by the guards of the City Lord's Mansion, there would be absolutely no good fruit to eat!

Thinking of this, Su Wen turned around decisively and was about to leave, but at this moment, a soft whistle came from behind him.

Su Wen shook his head when he heard the sound, and without hesitation, he drilled into a rockery next to him, and he didn't dare to breathe.

The next moment, I saw an ink pen appear out of thin air, waving a book, and one by one the ink characters like a big bucket came with killing intent!

"The day and night are booming, the hunger is very serious, and the ignorance of Jian Han is sudden, and the ...... is given to the plate"

Su Wen looked at the ink characters that fell from the sky one by one, like substance, and he didn't even dare to come out of the atmosphere, but he still opened his eyes wide and looked at the strange scene in the field.

The ink shone with a pale yellow light, falling like a mountain, compared to the man in black who fled in a hurry, it was as ridiculous as an ant, but after seeing that the ink pen in the air was written "Leek Flower Post", the man in black smiled.

Su Wen had seen this kind of smile, he had laughed like this when the man in black spared his life before.

"City Lord Yin actually used Yang Bansheng's calligraphy to suppress me, do you really look down on the people of my Holy Tower?"

After finishing speaking, the man in black took out a fragment of paper from his bosom and raised it, only to see a striking "volt" character rising into the sky, colliding with dozens of falling ink characters.

Rumble!

The violent impact sound set off a terrifying wave of qi, and even Su Wen, who was hiding behind the rockery, was almost overturned to the ground, and then looked into the field, only to see that the man in black was still smiling at the corner of his mouth, standing in place unharmed, and the ink pen in the air had been shattered inch by inch and fell on the bluestone slab.

The power of one word, the horror is like this!

But the man in black did not leave, because in an instant, there was already an extra figure in front of him.

That person has a tiger's back and a bear's waist, his eyes are shining, he doesn't look like a weak scholar, but more like a reckless man, this person is the city lord of Linchuan City, Yin Wuxian!

Eaten by his talent, Yin Wuxian's state at this moment is definitely not good, a few wisps of blood slowly dripped down his beard, and his expression withered, even his Jiupin Wenbao Heavenly Wolf has been shattered, no matter how you look at it, he can't stop the black-clothed man in front of him.

But Yin Wuxian still stood here, without any intention of compromise.

"Where did the thief come from! Dare to pretend to be a person from the Holy Tower! Yin will give you one last chance, leave the Holy Qi Pill, and leave quickly!"

Hearing this, the smile on the corner of the black-clothed man's mouth became even bigger, he sighed softly, and said: "I have heard that the city lord of Yin is brave for a long time, and when I see it today, it really deserves its reputation, I have no intention of killing, but now it seems that I can only be sorry." ”

After finishing speaking, the man in black stood with his hands in his hands, the laughter on his face disappeared in an instant, and he gently chanted a song "Minus the Word Magnolia" in his mouth.

"King Xiang is in a dream. Where is the grass green smoke deep? Song Yu Taitou. The twilight rain is a little sad.

Flying flowers. Regardless of the detention of the person's heart. Spring is boundless. I want to spend Nanling more heartbreaking. ”

When the first word was uttered in the mouth of the black-clothed man, Yin Wuxian had a bad heart, and under the light tap of his toes, his figure retreated backwards, but unfortunately, he was still a little late.

The next moment, the scene in front of Yin Wuxian's eyes completely changed, the inky dark clouds pressed down on the city, covering the stars and moon, the remnants of flowers were flying, and the water was full of monstrous sky, Yin Wuxian had a trace of fear in his heart for no reason, as if he felt that the most beautiful things in the world had been completely destroyed and left him.

Heartache, broken intestines, Yin Wuxian fell to one knee, and felt that his breathing was getting heavier and heavier.

At the same moment, the man in black finished reciting the whole poem, and he said the second "broken intestine" in his mouth.

The pale yellow light shrouded Yin Wuxian's whole person, under "Minus the Magnolia", the black-clothed man spoke and broke his intestines, then, Yin Wuxian will break his intestines!

Beads of sweat slid down from the top of Yin Wuxian's head, the bright red at the corners of his mouth became more and more rapid, and the courage in his heart was being deprived bit by bit.

Seeing that in a few breaths, Yin Wuxian was about to die of broken intestines.

At this moment, a clear voice exploded in Yin Wuxian's ears.

"Zi said: The three armies can win the commandery, but the horseman can't win the ambition!"

Rumble!

As soon as these words came out, the hallucination in front of Yin Wuxian's eyes suddenly disappeared, the pain of his broken intestines disappeared, and the layer of pale yellow light that enveloped him also disappeared.

He slowly stood up and straightened his back.

But Yin Wuxian did not launch a counterattack at the first time and take down the man in black in one fell swoop, but turned his head in horror and looked at the young man behind the rockery.

The man in black didn't run away, he also turned his head to look at the child with whom he had a relationship.

At this moment, he no longer felt that the other party was a child.

The room became unusually quiet, and Su Wen was the first to come back to his senses, he didn't know why he was reciting the famous sentences in the Analects, and he didn't understand the glint in the eyes of the man in black and Yin Wuxian.

But this did not prevent Su Wen from judging the situation in the field, and shouted: "City Lord!