Chapter 760 – Poetry Shakes the Sacred Bibi
Chapter 760 – Poetry Shocking the Sacred Bits
As it turns out, some things you thought wouldn’t work, but they fit right in, and the line couldn’t be better.
In this world where martial arts is flourishing and Confucianism is dying, how difficult is it for a Confucian saint to find a poem that will last for generations to come? Do you expect a group of “vulgar martial artists” who only have cultivation in their eyes?
Impossible!
The entire “lookout platform” of the major terrorist forces, martial arts realm Xuanqi masters, who do not serve, who go ah!
In the front, someone did make a small poem and small words, but completely unable to cause the fluctuation of the Confucian Sage Remnants.
Therefore, the experts from all the major sects and sacred caves looked straight ahead, and even though they were very repulsed by Xin Zhuo, all that was left was jealousy.
Especially when the Ru Sheng Remnant Bit’s oceanic amount of true qi and a ray of divine power light didn’t enter Xin Zhuo’s body, the jealousy and envy reached its peak.
“Damn it ……”
The faces of the group of eunuchs, women, and old men who had rebuked Xin Zhuo earlier flamed.
“Really good poetry, I didn’t expect this outcast to be so highly talented.”
Xuezang and Ling Kucheng had the intention to slander, but they really couldn’t refute the greatness of the poetry with a clear conscience.
Purple Bauhinia Holy Maiden Yuan You Rong and Withered Sword Cave Heaven Holy Maiden Win Jian Ying’s faces were very complicated, in the memories of those years in the Mirror Flower Water Moon, this Xin Zhuo was indeed overly talented and quite resourceful, the world changed easily, but the person didn’t change at all.
“…… Crowds of people looking for him a thousand degrees, suddenly look back, that person but in, the lights are out of sight ……”
Confucian mountain saint girl peacock and yellow too cover a group of people Confucian mountain people can not help but sigh lightly.
……
Xin Zhuo at the moment is bathing in the majestic true qi, meditation, carefully refining these true qi, found that these true qi pure as if the Changle clan and the Duan clan’s treasure in the golden withered bones of true qi, as long as the refining can be integrated into the “muddy yuan virtual danhai vortex”, to go to the “ripe “The realm of maturity.
He suddenly remembered what some great talent had said over the years–
[This is the best era for martial artists, and also the worst era for martial artists, where light and darkness coexist].
Yes, this chaotic great world, old monsters, heavenly materials, forbidden places of spiritual beauty, and inherited things from the ancient, medieval, ancient, remote, and even barren years have come out, and as long as you are lucky and have good talent, you will have the chance to soar and rise up the ranks.
However, it is also a man-eating era, because if you are not careful, you will provoke unknown experts or get involved in strife, and face desperate attacks and hunts.
Like himself, now being hunted, but everywhere in the opportunity, if he does not die, he has a great grasp, all the way “sparks with lightning”, “upgrade to fight monsters”, not the strongest, only stronger, sooner or later stood in the top of this world!
That’s right! As long as he doesn’t die!
As long as he doesn’t die, he looked towards the Moonwatcher’s Well.
[Well Master:Xin Zhuo.]
[Moonflower:100/100.]
[Realm:Hunyuan Void Middle Realm (One tenth into Hunyuan Void Back Realm)……]
A poem in exchange for a tenth of the realm of the breakthrough, who to reason with?
Then, he “looked” at the divine power that was instilled in his mind.
[Confucian Sect Heaven Seizing Blade!
Carefully evaluating this martial art’s execution moves and meridian direction, he felt that it was very average, at least not as good as his own sword art, if he relied on the Moonwatch Well to sacrifice his spirit to seize it, the Moonwatch Well might not even be able to look at it.
“Buzz–“
Right at this moment, the “stone futon” that Xin Zhuo was on violently swung and entered the second layer of the aperture, moving a little closer to the Confucian Sage’s remnants.
This time, it became a pattern where one person was the only one taller, and all the experts were a head shorter.
This is a precarious, no background of the kid on the head of the sense of vision, so a large number of experts can not accept, actually forgot how to crack the first layer.
Yellow Spring Sect Xiao Xiao Ancestor’s seat of the Heavenly Five Failure realm woman, the first voice, coldly laughed: “The article is not accomplished, the wonderful hand occasionally, I do not know just now that the poetry is you plagiarized other people’s, or accidentally made. To be able to touch this Ru Sheng remnant jade, already not easy, do not believe that you can still make a song!”
These words caused a portion of the people to resonate, yes! Since they dared to come to Ru Mountain to break the stone jade of the Confucian saint, which one of the people present was not a person who had read a few years of the Confucian sages and boasted of having a great strategy? The poem that Xin Zhuo had just made was indeed a good one, but it was absolutely impossible for every poem to be a good one that happened to touch the remnants of the Confucian saint’s meaning!
Xin Zhuo was silent, just looking towards the second level of the Ru Mountain Remnant Bits. The big man from before, “Spirit Sword Palace Gale”, coldly said: “Do you dare to say, what is the tip of the second level?”
Xin Zhuo was still silent, but his finger suddenly began to draw on the second layer of the aperture, and he drew for half an incense stick before finishing.
The Ru Sheng remnant wall suddenly vibrated once again, emitting an eye-catching light.
Only a single golden font appeared out of thin air-
“Fifty strings of the brocade without end, one string and one pillar thinking of Chinese years. The Confucian Sage’s Dawn Dream is lost to butterflies, and the Emperor of Hope’s Spring Heart rests on a cuckoo.
The moon of the ocean is bright with tears, the sun of the blue field is warm with smoke, can we wait for this to become memories? But I was already lost at the time!”
“This ……”
A group of experts in the deep realm below, who were already startled by the Confucian Sage Remnant Bits vibrating again, looked at Xin Zhuo in surprise.
He had actually done it again!
Then they all looked at the handwriting, this look, each heart horror, this horror has nothing to do with the martial arts aptitude, but that the poem’s “terrifying power”.
“Brocade without end fifty strings, a string and a pillar thinking of Chinese years …… this love can wait to become memories? It’s just that I was already lost at that time!”
A group of old things that had lived for hundreds of years were dumbfounded and silent for a long time.
Something deep in their memories that they didn’t want to remember was suddenly becoming clearer and clearer:.
I don’t know how many years ago, that bright white teeth of the girl, smilingly shouted “stink brother, grow up to marry you can be good”, but unfortunately …… can never wait for her to grow up, the horror of the masters killed with their hands, endless martial arts practice died halfway through. …… The dead can’t come back to life after all.]
[Countless years ago, the boy next door who blushed easily, his talent was not good, and his family was not rich, but he would always secretly weave some craft work and some small toys to amuse himself. That year when he left to go to the big clan to practice, that neighborhood boy ran after the carriage for a long, long time ……]
[That pretty girl with the red dress and capriciousness, it is said that when she died, she still looked at the place she left that year ……]
[The man who was cold on the surface, always quietly did warm things, and eventually died in his hometown, holding the silk scarf he gave him to the end of his life ……]
Many people can not help but weep.
Who can say that the long-lived martial artists are heartless?
“Poetry has no edge, yet every sentence cuts the heart ……”
Peacock, the Saint Daughter of Ru Mountain, sighed leisurely as her eyes reddened.
“How exactly is this second poem of Xin Zhuo’s?” Grandmaster Zhi Ming looked at Huang Tai Gai, only to find that the old man had tears in his eyes.
“If it’s not good, how could the remnants of the Sage of Confucianism be shaken?” Huang Tai Gai silently looked high into the sky and gathered his tears.
“Duke ……”
The Withered Sword Cave Heaven Holy Maiden, Win Jian Ying, finally uttered those two words in a demented manner.
“The Holy Maiden should know her own identity.” The old crone beside her angrily chided in a low voice: “Yesterday, if you ventured to do it, the old body will not stop you, but today, if you dare to remember the love in the Mirror Flower and Water Moon, this son will definitely not live to see the next day! What is his status? Just a few old Confucian poems, do you think he has become a saint or an emperor? Do you think he can break through the ninth floor?”
This speech was harsh and disdainful with a threat in it.
Win Jian Ying closed her eyes and sighed quietly, “Knowing that, I don’t know him!”
The old crone’s face cleared up slightly: “Very well!”
At this moment, the other clans and holy cave experts, looked at Xin Zhuo’s gaze had completely changed, if it was said that Xin Zhuo might have muddled his way through before, then this second song, there was really no way to negate his learning and rounded and heavenly poetic talent!
“When did Da Lu practice Confucianism? How did he teach such a great talent from the Confucian Sect?”
A Great Sect elder frowned.
“Uh……”
Ling Kucheng and Emotion Compassionate Son’s faces also became hot.
Regardless of what others thought, Xin Zhuo had already bathed in the terrifying sea of true qi and the light of the Confucian Sage martial arts for the second time.
(End of chapter)