Great Shu Kingdom, Shu City.

Above the court, hundreds of officials are divided, and the monarch of Dashu stands on the steps, looking down, his face is like a deep sleep, and he said coldly, "Everyone, on the tenth day of October, there are still ten days, this Temple of Literature, do I wait or not?!"

"Great king, what the saint said, you must not obey it, and the minister thinks that you should go!"

"That's right, what's more, the saint is shining brightly and splendid, and he is undoubtedly a saint of my human race, so he should be worry-free. ”

"The king, the minister thinks that it is not appropriate to go! What about the saint, without scruples, unscrupulous, driving to the capital of my Great Shu Kingdom and coercing my Great Shu monarch, is this the act of the sage?

“.......”

The ministers of Shu State talked a lot, Li Lin came too suddenly, and acted in a high-profile manner, coercing a country in public, so that they had no face at all; but they did not dare not go away because of Li Lin's incomparable coercion.

"Wang Xiang, what do you think?"

The monarch of Shu pondered for a moment, and suddenly raised his head and looked at the prime minister of Shu who had been silent in the middle.

"I heard that not only my Dashu, but also the three major alien races, Dawu and Dajin, have all received notices. The minister thought that the three major alien races would be forgotten, but they could communicate with the Great Wu and the Great Jin. Although there are disputes between the three countries, we should also know the overall situation at this time. Wang Xiang said lightly.

"What's more, the place chosen by the sage is the Temple of Literature. There are still many semi-saints and even sub-saints in the Temple of Literature, and there are even more post-sages left by Wensheng and the King of Chu to suppress them, even if it is a real saint, there is nothing to be afraid of. ”

"Of course, after all, it is a saint, if you don't go, you won't give face to the saint...... Once the saint secretly helps Da Wu or Da Jin, it will also be a monstrous disaster for my Dashu. ”

"All this, the minister thinks that the Temple of Literature should go!"

"The king's words are reasonable, so follow the king's words, then go!" When the king of Shu heard the words of the king, his heart was shocked, and he had a determination to make a final decision.

Great Wu State, Wu City.

"Saint, there is a saint in the world, and he has also summoned the three major races and countries to gather in the Temple of Literature...... What does he want to do?!"

Lord Wu Guoguo held the jade cup in his hand and smiled, revealing a hint of joke.

"King, the will of the saint must not be violated, I still have to prepare early. A minister of Wu said sincerely.

"Don't say it unpredictably, I don't believe it, if I don't go, he can still destroy me directly?!" Wu Guozhu Sen Ran spoke, he touched the red and swollen cheek on the left side, still faintly painful.

A few days ago, Li Lin came to the capital of Wu and made an appointment on the tenth day of the tenth month of October, the Confucian Temple, but the lord of Wu was disrespectful, and he was slapped a few times, or in front of all the ministers, civil and military officials.

"Bang Bang!"

One after another, crisp and loud, the prime minister and the second prime minister, two half-saints, and more than a dozen civil and military Confucians, were shocked and angry, united, and wanted to make a move, but they found that they couldn't move at all, as if they were frozen, and they had to watch the lord of the country be slapped more than ten times by the left palm and the right palm.

The whole face of the lord of Wu was red into a pig's head, and he was stunned by anger.

"King, the saint is unstoppable, if that saint comes again, I am afraid that the scene a few days ago will be staged again!"

"Presumptuous, you ......" The lord of Wu suddenly jumped to his feet [nameless], and in his eyes, the fierce light flashed, sharper than the blade.

"Please think twice, the king!" the old minister's eyes were blazing, and he did not back down, looking directly at the lord of Wu State.

"Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!"

The lord of Wu was flushed, said a word angrily, flicked his sleeves, and walked directly to the harem.

Great Jin Kingdom, Jin City.

"Ladies and gentlemen, on the tenth day of the tenth month of October, the covenant of the Temple of Literature, what do you think about this matter?" Zhao Tuo, the king of Jin, sat upright, his eyes were deep, and asked in a deep voice.

"The order of the saint must not be obeyed, and the king should go. "The second prime minister of the Great Jin, the half-saint Han Fang opened his mouth and said.

"But the saint acted like this, and he couldn't understand what he wanted. If I don't want to be clear, I won't be able to sleep. Zhao Tuo, the king of Jin, said worriedly.

"My lord, the minister thinks that if this matter is handled properly, it may not be an opportunity. "Prime Minister of the Great Jin Dynasty, Yasheng Wang Anguo smiled slightly, and opened his mouth confidently.

"Oh, please let the king try to speak. Zhao Tuo's face turned pale and bowed.

"Although the saint is strong, he is not as strong as Wen Sheng and the King of Chu, and the Confucian Temple has a deep heritage, so it can be borrowed. In addition, the minister heard that not only the three kingdoms of our human race, but even the three major foreign races will go. ”

"The enmity between the strong people of different races and the saints of the Temple of Literature is as deep as the sea, and even the saints of Wen and the king of Chu are helpless, let alone a saint?!"

"King, you must know that this is the Temple of Literature! If the strong people of different races don't go, the saint will not have face, but if the saint of different races goes, it may not be the saint who has the final say on the Temple of Literature at that time!"

Wang Anguo spoke lightly, but there was a murderous aura permeating all around, only to see him get up solemnly, make a big salute, bow to Zhao Tuo, the king of Jin, and say with iron blood, "Destroy the alien race, unify the three kingdoms, the world is the same, and the immortal merit is here!"

"Wang Xiang, you are crazy! This is a saint, you actually want to calculate a saint?!" Han Fang, the second prime minister, was frightened into a cold sweat, and immediately said, "King, the king is in trouble for the country and the people, don't listen to his words." ”

"What about the saint?!"

Wang Anguo snorted coldly, a momentum soared into the sky, the aura of grandeur permeated the surroundings, the literati reflected each other, and vaguely, a Confucian world slowly appeared.

"Half-step saint! Wang Anguo, you have reached this step. Han Fang's face changed, but he said again, "What about a half-step saint, after all, he is not a living person." ”

"The king, such a great cause, please the king, the cadres are arbitrary!"

Wang Anguo no longer looked at Han Fang, flicked his sleeves, and looked at Zhao Tuo, the king of Jin.

Zhao Tuo, the king of Jin, was slightly stunned, and reacted randomly, he was a king after all, and a king who made a difference, his eyes were sharp, he slowly got up, and made a decision.

Dongyi, Xirong, Beidi, a small void world, three major temples and big temples, gathered together.

"The human race has produced a saint, let us gather in the Temple of Literature. ”

"Confucian Temple? What does he want to do? Does he want to use the Confucian Temple to completely sweep away our three clans and exalt only the human race? ”

"On the tenth day of October, the appointment of the Temple of Literature, are you still going?"

"Why don't you go?! I want to see what this saint wants to do? Even Wen Sheng, the king of Chu can't exterminate us, no matter how strong he is, can he still be stronger than those two? Besides, the human race is good at internal fighting, and whether he can subdue the entire human race has to be said separately. ”

"But, on the tenth day of October, let's go to the Temple of Literature!"