While Yue Ling knocked away Han Buyu's flying sword with a punch, he also noticed Lin Zhao's actions. Just above the young swordsman's head, a Confucian saint's image appeared. Although it looked illusory, it was real.
Existence, that boy...does it really have any connection with Confucian Wenlin?
I can’t take care of this much anymore, let’s kill Han Buyu first!
He punched harder and harder, and although Han Buyu exhausted all his strength, he was still beaten to the point where he was unable to fight back.
Lin Zhao held Qianqijuanxue in his hand. The military commander's brush seemed extremely heavy at this time. When he wrote the word "celestial being", he was already breaking out in cold sweat, and the strength in his body seemed to have been absorbed by a large amount of
Everything that was withdrawn was injected into these words. He was trembling all over, gritting his teeth, and wrote the word "crazy drunk" in one go.
After that, wrap the line.
Qianqi Juanxue trembled, Lin Zhao tried his best to steady his right hand, and tremblingly wrote the word "Chaos" on a new line on the talisman paper. Suddenly, the golden light between heaven and earth became more intense, and it was obviously a hazy weather with heavy snow.
, but wisps of rays of Confucianism condensed in the sky, and then the heaven and earth seemed to be hung with golden slips, and countless golden words emerged, confirming the great road.
Lin Zhao took a deep breath and wrote another word "Ba". After that, wisps of heavy pressure fell on him, making him tremble all over and almost became unsustainable. When he finished writing the next word "白云"
At that moment, he spit out a mouthful of blood and wetted the edge of the talisman. He was almost reaching his limit.
Looking up, Han Buyu was beaten in the air and kept vomiting blood.
"Come again!"
Lin Zhao gritted his teeth, supported his body, and wrote the word "rub" again. Then blood oozed from his mouth and nose, and his whole body was almost crushed by the weight of the avenue. This kind of arousing Confucianism
The poems and essays written based on the weather have the ability to "talk about the constitution of heaven", just like a true Confucian saint follows the words and laws. However, he is just an eight-level swordsman, so how can he be able to carry it?
Is this the heavy pressure of the great road that only the Thirteenth Realm can bear?
"Click..."
There was a sound of bones breaking from his shoulders, and then he began to lose a lot of experience points. In just a few seconds, he lost as much as 35% of the experience points of this level. But he held on to his body, his palms trembling, and he held
The trembling Qianqi Juanxue wrote the last word "broken" on the talisman paper. For a moment, when the entire poem was completed, wisps of words sealed by heaven and earth lingered around the golden talisman paper.
"go!"
Lin Zhao finally relieved the heavy pressure on his body and lightly patted the talisman in front of him. Immediately, the artistic conception of military strategists and Confucianism poured into it. The talisman was directly burned. The talisman that was ignited as a human being was burned to
As a Yin God, Han Buyu suddenly hung two lines of poetry written by Lin Zhao in the air, shining with golden light——
It must be that the immortal was so drunk that he crushed the white clouds into pieces!
The person who wrote the lyrics was heroic and frivolous, and was known as a saint among scholars. Not only was he good at writing lyrics, but his verses and articles were truly unparalleled in the world.
…
"ah?"
In the wind, Han Buyu, whose golden body was already crumbling, looked up at the two lines of poems written by the saints hanging between the sky and the earth, and suddenly burst into laughter. As a Yun master, he kept his mind locked.
Do you have such a heroic mood? Now that he saw these two lines of poems, Han Buyu laughed and shed tears. All the knots in his heart were untied. With the help of Lin Zhao, he had killed his inner demons!
In the air, two lines of poetry turned into imperial words, lingering around Han Buyu one by one. The golden light gave him a new layer of golden body. At the same time, Han Buyu's cultivation level skyrocketed, almost at the same time.
In an instant, he reached the peak of the Galaxy Realm, immediately broke through the Broken Realm, and his mind was completely opened. He finally entered the Upper Five Realms and became an Eleventh Realm Cloud Master, instantly in charge of frost, wind, rain, and snow across thousands of miles of territory!
On the other side, things were going up and down. After Han Buyu took over the Fengxue priesthood in charge of thousands of miles of territory, the seal text of Yue Ling, the rain master, was severely suppressed, and there was no room for two tigers in one mountain!
"Come!"
Han Buyu raised his sword again. This time, it was an eleventh-level sword cultivator who was a god of wind and rain. The blazing flying sword filled the sky with radiance. With one strike, the head of Yue Ling, the Rain Master, was already dead.
He fell into the clouds, was immediately killed, and lost his eleventh realm cultivation. A wisp of his soul flew towards the direction of the Monster Clan’s ancestral mountain.
At this point, even if Yue Ling can be resurrected, he will no longer be able to be a rain master in a territory of ten thousand miles. Yue Ling in the tenth realm may only be able to control the frost, wind, rain and snow in a territory of hundreds of miles, and he will be controlled by the clouds in the eleventh realm.
I studied under Han Buyu for thirty years in Hexi and thirty years in Hedong. Now, all the wind and rain gods in the snowy Tianchi area are under the control of Han Buyu!
Lin Zhao staggered and fell down on the flying sword red leaves. He looked up at Han Buyu not far away and said with a smile: "It's done. I've finally done this. It's not easy..."
Han Buyu was grateful and saluted Lin Zhao, saying: "Master Yun, Han Buyu, thank you very much, Lin Shuai!"
"You are Welcome."
Lin Zhao waved his hand: "Okay, let's disperse the dense clouds and return the snowy Tianchi to a clear sky, right?"
"yes!"
Han Buyu held his sword and passed through the air, splitting the sky and scattering all the dense dark clouds. In the blink of an eye, the sun shone on the snow-covered Tianchi, and the ice and snow began to melt.
Han Buyu turned around and looked in the direction of the demon clan in Panyun Mountain. He stood on the clouds without any panic. At this moment, he was an eleventh-level wind and rain god. The upper five realms of the demon clan were no longer there.
Maybe he has murderous intentions towards him again. After all, there are too many causes and effects to kill a god in the upper fifth realm, and even those big monsters can't handle it.
As for those who wanted to kill Lin Xingchu, such as Fu Sheng, Lu Huan, etc., they had already thought about the outcome before they had the intention to kill. They would always be in the thirteenth realm in this life, so they would not expect to kill a thirteenth realm god anymore.
, the cause and effect are so big that it’s unimaginable, it would be good if it doesn’t fall into the trap.
…
"Amazing!"
When Lin Zhaofei returned to the snow-covered Tianchi, with a wisp of landscape swirling, Su Shanjun appeared in white clothes and said with a smile: "One poem has made Han Buyu one of the gods in the upper five realms. This state of mind is really satisfying."
I’m envious, please give me a song anytime. I’ve wanted to enter the Upper Five Realms for a long time, and even when I dreamed yesterday, I dreamed that I was back in the Upper Five Realms, beating the shit out of the Thirteenth Realm monster!”
"Su Shanjun, don't even think about it."
Lin Zhao smiled and said: "Your inner demon is not with me."
"Who said he wasn't here?"
Su Shanjun smiled and said: "What if?"
"Then I'll sing a song for you too, like flowing water and falling flowers, spring is gone, heaven and earth?"
"Nonsence!"
Su Shanjun pinched his nose and laughed: "It's okay to copy Li Bai to fool Han Laojianxian who has never read 300 Tang poems. Now you want to copy a poem by Li Yu, the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty, to fool me. I don't have it."
So easy to fool."
Lin Zhao laughed. He knew who Su Shanjun was. The third senior brother's real friend was a person who lived a hundred years ago. Some things really couldn't fool him.
"Su Shanjun."
Lin Zhao frowned and said: "Let's talk about something serious. Now that Old Sword Immortal Han is an Eleventh Level Cloud Master, should we build him a Dragon King Temple or something?"
"Okay."
Su Shanjun smiled and said: "It's just... there is only one Baiyu River in your snowy Tianchi. There is no big river to build the Dragon King Temple. Madam Xu's River God Temple was just completed not long ago. How about building another Dragon King Temple across the river?"
Although it is an old saying that there is no room for two tigers in a mountain, but it is hard to say one male and one female, right?"
"Fucking Su Shanjun!"
Lin Zhao stared.
"Hahahaha~~~"
Su Shanjun laughed: "Forget it, forget it, if I didn't say it, the old swordsman Han must not be willing to get along with Mrs. Xu's short-sighted mother-in-law day and night. After all, Han Buyu is a handsome swordsman. I'm afraid he can't stand that anger and wants to
Why don't we go south, there is a lake in the Muntjac Forest, and we can build a Dragon King Temple by the lake, which will be enough for Old Sword Immortal Han to eat, drink and relieve himself."
"Well, it works!"
Lin Zhao smiled and said: "Leave this matter to me, what do you think, Old Sword Immortal Han?"
In the sky, a cloud turned into a human figure. It was Han Buyu. He cupped his fists and said respectfully: "Han Buyu just obeys Commander Lin's arrangement."
"Okay, let's start work on another day!"
…
Baidi City, Imperial College.
The young Grand Priest Jiu, dressed in a gray and white Confucian shirt, stood outside the window and listened to the students reading aloud in the room. Unfortunately, there was too much playfulness mixed in, which immediately made the Grand Priest Jiu who was a member of the Confucian Academy's Imperial College couldn't help but frown.
Frowning, Gu Lingyu has questioned more than once whether his original decision was correct in the past few days.
It sounds nice to say that the students of the Imperial College are students collected from all over the human world, but after Gu Lingyu lectured here for several months, he gradually saw clearly that in fact, the students of the Imperial College were students selected from all over the world.
There were not many reading seeds, either as supervisors appointed by dignitaries or as sons of wealthy people in the state and county. These children had crazy minds and had no intention of studying at all, and they could not read the books of saints and sages.
They are just plating themselves here with the golden image of "having once been a disciple of Gu Lingyu, a Confucian saint in the Twelve Realms", in the hope that they can rise even more smoothly in the officialdom in the future.
Gu Lingyu frowned. Although his husband said that there is no distinction between teachers and students, he could not love these supervisors. The disciples that Gu Lingyu wanted were definitely not this group of people, but the kind of people who loved reading.
A student who is willing to put in effort to chew up the truth in the book. Therefore, Gu Lingyu feels that he is simply wasting his time in the Imperial College of Baidi City.
"gentlemen."
Gu Lingyu closed his eyes and said in his heart: "I want to give up the position of Grand Priest Wine to Junior Brother Dong, and then travel far away alone to find the answer in my heart. Is that okay?"
Mr. Zihuai, who was far away in the Confucian Academy, smiled and said: "Just do whatever you want. Lingyu, sir, you can trust your choice."
"good!"
Gu Lingyu turned around and went to pack her bags. It was really time to go out for a walk and see what the world was like. After learning so much from her husband, it was time to travel thousands of miles.
