Han Yu, a peerless Confucian in the medieval Tang Dynasty and a great master of literature.
This is a legendary figure of a generation, and many Confucian disciples have heard of his name. Han Yu made his majesty shine in the Middle Ages with his supreme literary power.
Although his soul was dim and weak, his body shone with golden light, faintly exuding the pressure of the holy way.
This is the state that only the soul of a saint can appear.
Han Xinrou once said that after their ancestors became saints, they disappeared and have not appeared in front of the world since.
The Han family spent a lot of money to search for it, but in the end they returned without success. Hundreds of years later, the matter fell into place.
"It turns out to be Han Sheng!" Lu Yu saluted again: "May I ask Han Sheng, why are you here?"
Han Yu didn't answer. He was already quite weak. His soul was like a vague influence, as if it could be completely blown away by a gust of wind.
After a long time, Han Yu slowly said: "I am here to suppress the devil."
When Lu Yu heard this, he was shocked. He was actually able to suppress it here with the help of Literary Saint himself. The devil didn't know how far he had cultivated.
The surrounding caves are covered with soul-nourishing jade. This kind of heavenly and earthly spiritual creature has natural benefits for the soul and can nourish the soul. It is foreseeable that without the existence of these soul-nourishing jade, Han Yu's soul may have dissipated long ago.
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Lu Yu hated to see such a thing. He took a step forward and said: "Junior can help. If there is any need for junior's help, please give me instructions."
Han Yu saved his life at a critical moment, so Lu Yu naturally thought about how to repay him.
Han Yu raised his eyes slightly and looked at Lu Yu. After a long time, he suddenly sighed: "You are too weak."
"I originally planned to find a suitable person, but I must have enough strength to support it. Your strength is useless."
Han Yu's eyes were full of disappointment: "This place is no longer safe. Everything has collapsed, black clouds cover the sun, and there are signs of doomsday here. I have died, leaving a remnant soul here, just lingering.
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After saying these words, Han Yu stayed for a long time and then said slowly: "There is another passage here that leads directly to the outside world. Don't stay here, leave through the passage."
Life is about to pass away, and the old saint has reached the end of his years.
The elimination of many evil spirits just now seems to have consumed the remaining strength of this literary saint. His soul is erratic and may dissipate at any time.
However, even if he was about to die, Han Yu still chose to save Lu Yu so that he could continue to live.
Lu Yu was touched in his heart. He hated to see the old age of heroes. The Human Emperor was like this back then, and so is Han Sheng today. Sacrificing oneself for others is not as simple as talking about it. Although the two of them had just met, Han Sheng's awe-inspiring aura impressed him.
Lu Yu felt respectful.
"Senior, I was harmed by someone, and all my magic power was sealed."
Lu Yu stepped forward and told everything that had happened before.
Wen Sheng has learned from ancient times to the present and knows many unknown things. Lu Yu did not hide anything at this moment and broke down Xing Zu's affairs one by one.
Upon hearing the arrival of the ancestor, Han Yu's originally dim soul suddenly flashed with a dazzling golden light.
"They are actually here. The secrets here must not be known to them."
Han Yu murmured, faintly exuding a trace of holy power, like the afterglow of the setting sun, still dazzling.
"Senior, is there a way to break this seal?" Lu Yu asked.