Qingshishan Academy is the most famous academy in Yingzhou, where Tunyang County is located.

Liu Suifeng is the only great Confucian in Yingzhou, with a prominent reputation and high morality, and his prestige in the Yingzhou area is second to none.

Moreover, Qingshi Mountain Academy not only has the great Confucian Liu Suifeng, but also many disciples, such as Zhou Shanshan, the sword gut, Xiao Yueming, the pen madman, Yang Xiaoyao, the ink idiot, Zhou Changlin, the spear Bai Wenwu, the painting fairy Zhao Lin, the chess soul Wang Xiaofei and so on.

These people are either Liu Suifeng's apprentices, or Liu Suifeng's disciples' grandchildren, or ordinary disciples of the academy, but each of them is amazing and talented, with outstanding talents, extraordinary strength, and distinctive characteristics, and they are the backbone of Qingshishan Academy.

Moreover, these disciples not only studied and practiced in the academy, but also often went down the mountain to walk the rivers and lakes to eliminate violence and peace.

Among them, Zhou Shanshan is the most famous because he kills the most ruthlessly.

The idol of the original owner Chen Huaiyi is Zhou Shanshan.

Therefore, hearing that this is the legendary sword guts Zhou Shanshan, Chen Huaiyi was very excited and saluted again: "Disciple Chen Huaiyi greets Mr. ”

Zhou Shanshan raised his head: "Look at which realm your poem can rush to." ”

At this time, Chen Jianzhong ran to Zhou Shanshan in small steps: "Chen Jianzhong, the patriarch of the Chen clan in Tunyang, knock-"

"Whew-"

A soft whistle.

A sharp translucent blade appeared in front of Chen Jianzhong's throat.

Chen Jianzhong froze instantly, not daring to make any moves.

Zhou Shanshan made a move, but he always looked up at the sky.

Sky.

In the louder and louder chanting, there are gradually pictures presented.

It is the whole process of the workers collecting lime, hammering and axe chisel, burning in the fire, and breaking the bones.

The picture is like a holographic movie, and the protagonist is a piece of lime, from being chiseled to see the sky, to being calcined by fire, forged into powder, and extremely hammered and tempered, making people daunting but full of unyielding power.

That kind of unyielding power from the heart makes people more determined.

When the stone turns into a powder as white as snow after many tribulations, people can't help but be shocked.

Zhou Shanshan muttered: "As soon as this poem comes out, there will be no more Mingzhi poems in the world, and there will be a scene?" Definitely more than that! ”

When the words fell, there were cyan petals falling from the sky, as if an immortal was passing by and sprinkled them casually.

A large number of petals fell on the Chen family ancestral hall and turned into wisps of literary qi into Chen Huaiyi's body and integrated into Chen Huaiyi's literary heart.

However, Chen Huaiyi only has a child's literary degree, and his literary heart only has nine grades, like a spring that can only seep out, how can it accommodate such a turbulent literary atmosphere?

Therefore, in just an instant, Chen Huaiyi vomited blood from his mouth, and cracks appeared in his heart.

Zhou Shanshan lowered his head, frowned slightly, raised his hand and pressed it on Chen Huaiyi's shoulder, instantly sucking away the aura in Chen Huaiyi's body, and said lightly: "You are brilliant, as soon as this poem comes out, there must be a place for you in the world, but your talent is really ......."

Speaking of this, he said in a voice that only Chen Huaiyi could hear: "You have two choices, give up these literary tones, and let me accept them, I owe you a favor, or you take a risk and take the opportunity to recast your literary heart, there may be unexpected joy, but the risk is high, and you owe me a favor." ”

"How to choose? Please make a decision early. ”

Chen Huaiyi was surprised and delighted.

It's amazing how dangerous it is to write poetry.

I am glad that I have the opportunity to recast Wenxin.

Wenxin is condensed when obtaining the child's literary degree, once formed, no matter how many products, it is difficult to change in this life, unless there is a great opportunity, such as asking a saint to help transform.

Otherwise, a few products are a few products.

But now, he has the opportunity to recast Wenxin, although it is risky, but it is worth it!

Therefore, I didn't want to nod my head: "The younger generation chooses to recast Wenxin!" ”

"Get ready!"

The next second.

Chen Huaiyi felt that the literary atmosphere that had just disappeared rushed into Wenxin with a more turbulent attitude.

In just an instant, his already broken, dry and narrow literary heart was shattered.

"Poof—"

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

was directly paralyzed, but only with the support of Zhou Shanshan did not fall.

When Chen Jianzhong and others saw this, they were immediately overjoyed.

"Is this a backlash?"

"Sure enough, this poem was either copied or stolen, and this is the end of blinding the saint!"

"Good death!"

"Such a despicable villain deserves to be killed by lightning!"

"Well deserved!"

"Master Zhou, don't be deceived by this despicable villain, he is not a genius at all......

Zhou Shanshan frowned.

The sword flashed.

A human head flew up and spurted out a cavity of blood.

The audience was shocked.

Chen Jianzhong instantly shut up and bowed his head, not daring to say another word, but he hated Chen Huaiyi very much in his heart, seeing Chen Huaiyi's face pale and spitting blood, not to mention how happy, he hated Chen Huaiyi to die immediately.

Chen Huaiyi also felt that he was going to die.

The surging literary qi erupted in, not only breaking his literary heart, but also his body.

The whole body was in pain, inside and out, but under the control of Zhou Shanshan, he couldn't even scream, so he could only hold on.

Vaguely, he truly experienced the taste of "thousands of hammers", "burning with fire" and "shattering bones".

The sledgehammer struck hard with the big axe, and the bones were all broken.

The raging fire is calcined from the inside out, burned to slag.

Crush and grind over and over again until it becomes a finely crushed powder.

The kind of pain that he didn't feel hurt made Chen Huaiyi hate and couldn't stop himself.

However, the vision of the "living scene" that he had just witnessed reappeared in his mind over and over again, and it became clearer and clearer, always protecting the only trace of consciousness left in his mind and preventing him from completely collapsing.

But because of this, he could only endure the extreme pain, he couldn't faint, he couldn't die, he could only feel it without leaking.

If there was a hierarchy of suffering, the suffering he was suffering now was definitely the highest level, a thousand times more than the human race.

Pain!

It hurts so much!

Chen Huaiyi was not only in pain, but his body was already in tatters, wisps of blood came out of his pores, and muscles and blood vessels in many positions exploded.

Chen Huaizhong secretly rejoiced.

Zhou Shanshan still looked up at the sky.

Empathy, there are ghosts and gods to read.

Vivid scenes, with realistic pictures.

Falling ceiling, there is a literate ceiling falling from the sky.

Next is the amazing saint, and there will be a saint's appearance.

Can this poem reach the level of a saint?

Zhou Shanshan is also not sure.

This poem is good, but the diction is really straightforward, so straightforward that anyone can understand it, so straightforward that many people can consciously write it.

But the straightforward words contain awe-inspiring ambition and fearless spirit, and even more contain the heroic spirit of being innocent.

If he really reached the level of "Amazing Saint", this young man with stupid qualifications would be eligible to go to Qingshi Mountain Academy to take the entrance exam, and even have the opportunity to become his junior disciple.

Hype.

It lasted for more than ten breaths and did not stop, on the contrary, the petals became denser and larger.

Immediately after, a towering figure appeared above the clouds.

Suddenly, the wind stopped, and the air was fresher than before.

Zhou Shanshan immediately bowed his head and bowed: "Meet the saint." ”

Chen Jianzhong and the others panicked.

Especially Chen Jianzhong himself, he was completely paralyzed: it's over, it's completely over, and he really invited the saint.