"Articles that can arouse the will of heaven and earth and carry the avenue are Wenbao!"

The Celestial Serpent King said. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Heaven and earth resonate, carrying the avenue?" Liu Xiu was slightly surprised.

"In the same vein of literature and Taoism, what is cultivated is will, which is different from the immortal path and also different from the martial arts. All things in heaven and earth have a will, plants and trees have a will, mountains and rivers have a will, the earth has a will, the stars have a will, and the heavens have a will. In the Middle Ages, the saint induced the will of the Heavenly Dao and descended to kill the arts, which could kill the gods and kill the immortals in one fell swoop, which can be described as invincible!"

The Celestial Snake King said: "Language is the origin of civilization, words are the veins of the Great Dao, and articles are the carrier of the Great Dao. In ancient times, some sage articles had the power of shocking the heavens and the earth, and the power of the heavens and the earth was because there was a great avenue in the articles, which resonated with the avenue of heaven and earth, forming a killing power;

"The text of Confucianism is as heavy as a thousand catties, the text of Confucianism is as heavy as a thousand pounds, and the text of a sage is as heavy as Mount Tai. Why is it so heavy, just because the avenue is in it! The article carries the avenue, and it is naturally heavy!"

"Can I?"

Liu Xiu was a little unconfident and said: "The text carries the Tao." Can my article carry the weight of the avenue?"

"Okay, you and I are alive, no, you and I are dead!"

The Celestial Serpent King said.

Between life and death, there are not many choices.

Besides, the Heavenly Snake King believes in Liu Xiu, he can do it.

"I'm going to do my best now, break the ropes, and let you come down, and live and die on the line!" said the Celestial Serpent King.

"Good!" Liu Xiu responded.

"Tear!" The Heavenly Snake King urged the remnants of the power of the Yuan Shen and bombarded away, and suddenly, the rope tied to Liu Xiu's wrist was broken, and Liu Xiu suddenly fell to the ground, and blood had been ground out of his wrist.

And this is, the Heavenly Snake King has also exhausted the residual power, and the Yuan Shen is even more dim.

"Boy, it's up to you!"

Liu Xiu gasped and thought about it.

Wenbao is the carrier of the avenue and can resonate with heaven and earth.

Wenbao has always been hard to find.

Wenbao is not to write an article, or it can be turned into an article, but there is a reason in it, and it resonates with the will of heaven and earth, so it can be called Wenbao.

An article can only evolve into a treasure when it is written for the first time, and the second time it no longer has the power of a treasure.

In order to make a Wenbao, three conditions need to be met.

First, there is a good article, and there is a road in the article. The more profound the avenue carried in the article, the more powerful it is; on the contrary, if there is nothing to say, there is no disease and moaning. Even if it is handwritten by the saint himself, it may not be able to become the most low-level literary treasure.

Second, he has a strong literary and Taoist cultivation. The more powerful the Wendao cultivation, the more successful it will be in the production of Wenbao.

Third, there is better paper and better ink. The more powerful the article, the more profound the truth, and the higher the requirements for paper and ink. Legend has it that when some saints made Wenbao, they mostly engraved the words on the bones of the divine beasts, the turtle shells of the Xuanwu, and the top of the Dading, because these "papers" can bear the weight of the Great Dao.

Legend has it that when some saints made Wenbao, they had extremely high requirements for ink, and these inks were mostly the blood of divine beasts, saints, gods, immortals, and emperors.

Now, Liu Xiu is poor and white, cultivating as a Confucian second realm, barely able to make Wenbao; there is no pen, ink, paper, inkstone, the simplest inkstone, and as for the rough brush, there is no paper. How to fight back!

"That's it, there is no brush, my fingers are brushes!"

"Without ink, my blood is ink!"

"There is no paper, my robe is paper!"

In Liu Xiu's eyes, a trace of firmness flashed, like a mountain.

As he spoke, Liu Xiu moved his hand, took off the robe he was wearing, bit his fingertips, and began to write, "Song of Righteousness":

Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds. The lower part is the river mountain, and the upper part is the sun star. Yu people say Haoran, full of gloom. The royal road is clear, containing and Tuming Court. When the poor festival is seen, one by one. In Qi Tai Shi Jian, in Jin Dong Fox Pen. In Qin Zhang Liangshi, in the Han Su Wu Festival. For General Yan's head, for Ji's blood. For Zhang Suiyang's teeth, for Yan Changshan's tongue. Or for the Liaodong hat, clear the ice and snow. Or for the teacher's table, the ghosts and gods weep strongly. Or to cross the river, generously swallow the hu. Or for the fight of the thief, the reverse vertical head is broken. It is majestic and majestic. When it runs through the sun and the moon, life and death are sufficient.

The earth is based on it, and the heavenly pillar is respected. The three outlines are really life, and morality is the root. It is not effective to give Yang Jiu, and it is really ineffective. Chu prisoners were crowned, and the car was sent to the poor north. The woks are as sweet as gluttony, and they can't get it. The hell house is full of ghost fires, and the spring courtyard is closed and dark. Cow Ji has the same soap, and chickens perch on phoenix food. Once covered with fog and dew, it was divided into barren ditches. In this way, no matter how cold and hot it is, it is easy to find its own. Sigh and frustrate, for my peace and happiness. How can he be skillful, yin and yang cannot be thieves. Looking up at the clouds. I am sad, and the sky is very strong. The philosopher's day is far away, and the punishment is in the past. The wind eaves show books and read, and the ancient road shines in color.

Boom Boom!

At the moment when Liu Xiu finished writing, suddenly the heavens and the earth let out a thunderous sound, which came out of the void and reached everyone's ears.

The thunder was so loud that it spread to the hundred states of Middle Earth, spread overseas, and spread to the nine heavens.

Not only the human race, but even the barbarians, demon races, overseas races, natural gods, and reclusive immortals all heard the strange thunder.

"This is the thunder of the Heavenly Dao, which has triggered the resonance of the Heavenly Dao!"

An ancient monk sighed slightly.

"In the era of the end of the law, there was such an amazing genius!"

The text is the way. Only the legendary holy text can arouse the resonance of heaven and earth and carry the great avenue, can it cause the resonance of heaven and earth, and can it attract the thunder of the heavenly way, I don't know what avenue it carries?"

?? Airplanes!

After the thunder, a huge pillar of golden light fell from the sky.

Swept across the land of the five states of Chu State, surrounded by endless golden light, in the golden light, there was endless power of the Heavenly Dao, nourishing all beings in heaven and earth. And the center of all this is with Liu Xiu as the center, with him as the master of heaven and earth.

Buzz!

Liu Xiu felt bursts of golden light enter his body, moistening his body, and his originally weak body gradually recovered.

Buzz!

One by one, the words rose into the air, flew above the nine heavens, and turned into poems of righteous songs.

As if breaking through the floodgates, Liu Xiu stepped into the third realm of Confucianism in one fell swoop, and a vision was born in the bookish atmosphere.

The vision is the approval of heaven and earth.

And with the writing of the righteous song, Liu Xiu easily entered the third realm of Confucianism.

"Yes, yes, this kid is really a man of great luck!" The Heavenly Snake King was also absorbing the golden light, and the original illusory primordial spirit had condensed a lot, "In five hundred years, a saint will be born." The saints, the preaching law, the great avenue, the heaven and the earth are rejuvenated, illuminating the ancient and modern. This kid, as long as he doesn't die, he will definitely become a saint in the future!"