In the sky, there were several figures standing.

There is a Qi man holding a scroll in his left hand and a knife and pen in his right hand, and he has three heads on his shoulder, which are extremely similar, which is the image of Taishi Jian who is not afraid of life and death for the dignity of the historian and only records one thing truthfully.

There was a Taoist priest in the sky with a giant hammer, it was Zhang Liang, who had assassinated Qin Shi Huang, and his courage exceeded the limit of life and death.

There are also Su Wu, who holds the flute and shepherds the sheep on the Han Festival every day, there is a Wei and Jin shirt dyed with the blood of heroes, he belongs to Ji Shizhong, there is a mouthful of crushed steel teeth, and there is a severed tongue, which belong to Zhang Suiyang and Yan Changshan respectively.

In all directions of the sky, there are four tall and majestic figures accompanied by visions.

To the east is Guan Ning, surrounded by snow and wearing a white hat and holding a scroll on his head.

To the west is Zhuge Liang sitting in the Wuhou car holding a goose feather fan, with three drops and four drops of blood and tears under his eye sockets on both sides, and in front of him, there is a piece of paper pressed with a beating heart.

To the south was a general standing on a boat, rowing himself, holding a boat, his mouth wide open, his eyes like a wolf, and his own domineering aura that made the enemy tremble.

To the north is an old man who suddenly waved the guard plate and fought the rebels without stopping.

Around these people or organs, there is the rotation of the sun, moon and stars, and there is the glory of all the people worshipping, they are like a brand in the depths of the soul of the Chinese people, and the words "resistance", "unyielding", "loyalty" and other words are all exquisite, and their appearance immediately gathers the righteousness between heaven and earth, like a mouthful of black hole whirlpool, instantly emptying all the cultural qi within a radius of hundreds of miles.

Xue Zha put down his pen, and the reflection in his eyes was a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties who knelt in the cell and faced the south for the last courtier's salute, he was wearing a purple robe, and his eyes were Wu Bo's determination, not only life and death were looked down upon by him, but even the reputation that scholars valued the most became as far away as a breeze after his salute.

After Xue Zha finished writing this poem, he felt a little more enlightenment in his heart, and he felt that the so-called Haoran righteousness was a kind of high-level life energy that was higher than the literary spirit and higher than the spiritual power.

When he had this glimmer of enlightenment, a portal that had appeared twice in his mind before reappeared, and the image of that portal this time was a bronze gate, and there were two flames outlined in the shape of a lion on the door, he tried to push open these two bronze doors with his hands, without much resistance, in the crunching sound, a dazzling white light shot out from within, Xue Zha stepped in, and felt that the soul had entered a strange space.

There were countless clusters of qi of various colors, they floated at will, containing a huge amount of energy inside, Xue Zha tried to beckon to them, and these colored qi masses drifted into his hands with his thoughts.

Xue Zha clenched his five fingers, and the air mass disappeared into his body, and he looked down, at this time, his body was in a translucent virtual body, and the color was mottled, like burnt out variegated glass, which was ugly.

Xue Zhe frowned, a thought blessed his soul, he looked up at the surroundings, opened his arms and inhaled it to the sky, thousands of air masses of different colors flew towards him, just this bite, he swallowed at least tens of thousands of air masses.

When he lowered his arms and head, and after burping his hammer head, he looked at his body again, and saw a spirit that was as clear as crystal, and faintly emitted a trace of fluorescence.

"This ...... It's supposed to be my soul, right?"

Xue Zha only had one thought, and then his consciousness returned, he opened his eyes, and once again saw all kinds of visions in the sky.

He poked his hands between his cheeks, nodded, and with a movement of his mind, countless whirlpools of literary qi in the sky descended, instantly enveloping all the Jianghu people on the school field.

They panicked, then exclaimed, and finally shouted excitedly, and Xue Zha listened intently to what they were saying.

"My youth, my youth, he's back, my God......! This is incredible, it must be the culture, this must be the coveted style!"

"My left arm, my left arm that I broke for eighteen years, and it reappeared, Daddy...... Mother, have you seen it, my son lost the body organs you gave me, and I got them back!"

"My eyes, what do I see?

..................

Xue Zha couldn't help it, and at this moment, the vision and whirlpool in the sky disappeared at the same time, and then, Meng Sheng, whom Xue Zha had seen before, appeared.

"I really didn't expect that my holy way would actually fall on you kid. ”

Meng Sheng didn't look at Xue Zha at the moment, he turned his back to Xue Zha, his hands were behind his waist, and his shoulders looked slightly broken, but his back was straight, and he had a sharp eye.

Xue Zha didn't speak, can he say that this is actually the understanding and perception of a Southern Song Dynasty prime minister who used his death to be "heroic and righteous"? It has nothing to do with his surname Xue.

Meng Sheng was always floating quietly in the air like that, Xue Zha looked at the back, and gradually lowered his breath.

Not only him, but the other people on the school field were all covered with their hands by themselves or the people around them after they noticed that a Saint Realm powerhouse was coming.

Everyone saw that a point of light appeared behind Meng Sheng, the point of light became bigger and richer, and the colors in it were brilliant and magnificent, and finally, that point of light became a painting, which was a very good painting with a steaming fish and a steaming bear's paw on the dining table.

But in the painting, a person gradually emerged, a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties wearing a purple robe, with an old face but extraordinarily bright eyes.

He picked up the pot of steaming bear's paws, and didn't look at the other pot of steaming fish.

Time freezes, the picture freezes, and finally, the painting is frozen in the scene of the purple-robed middle-aged man holding a bear paw and resolutely looking ahead, and the pot of fish on the table, as if it has never entered the eyes of the purple-robed middle-aged man, seems so alluring and so lonely and sad.

Xue Zha knew that Meng Sheng had taken a step forward, he had made his own Saint Dao Picture Scroll, and he had changed from a powerhouse in the First Saint Realm to a true saint.

"Congratulations to Meng Sheng!"

Xue Zha politely surrendered his hand, and he respected this person, whether it was in his past or present life.

In his previous life, he felt that Meng Sheng's gang liked it very much, and in this life, he felt that Meng Sheng was able to set up the "Meng Sheng's Grass House" in various government offices as a strong man in the Holy Realm, and this merit and courage were definitely very comparable.

has a good sense of this person in his two lives, and Xue Zha feels that in addition to bowing down, he bends down and bows his head to congratulate, which is all due righteousness.

Meng Sheng in mid-air tilted his head slightly, he didn't completely turn his eyes to Xue Zha, waved his hand, he said to Xue Zha: "Okay, the old man still wants to thank you, congratulations on me, why don't I congratulate you on stepping into the holy realm......

"What!"

Countless people exclaimed at the same time, no one could have imagined that Xue Zha, such a young man, would be qualified to enter the Holy Courtyard with a single poem.

Meng Sheng in the sky didn't explain much, he just helped Xue Zhe set up a personal design, with his words, others have to weigh what they do to him, after all, the strong people who are qualified to enter the Holy Courtyard will have a house in the Holy Courtyard, and that house symbolizes the protection of the Holy Courtyard for this person, if anyone dares to touch him easily, the entire Holy Courtyard will attack him.

Although Xue Zha didn't know this, he could feel Meng Sheng's kindness to him, he smiled slightly, got up and arched his hand again, and said loudly: "Please Meng Sheng's blessing!"

His words made Meng Sheng stunned for a moment, and then, the entire school field woke up, and then they looked at Xue Zha excitedly and gratefully, and finally they all looked up at Meng Sheng expectantly.

Meng Sheng sighed helplessly and scolded: "You kid, don't suffer a little loss, okay......"