"It seems that he has not been affected by evil spirits."
"That's for sure. This Lin Xiao is a Confucian and Taoist evildoer. He has so much awe-inspiring righteousness in his body. If evildoers enter, they will fall into a trap."
"As expected of Lin Xiao, the Sword Demon Sect of the Great Wei Dynasty produced such a genius. It is as if our ancestors were smoking."
"This kind of monster, not to mention appearing in a small force like ours, even appears in those holy places and hidden aristocratic families, and is cultivated as a successor."
Everyone exclaimed and sighed constantly.
The moment Lin Xiao opened his eyes, Mr. Teng removed several of the words "Feng".
Evil and Confucianism cannot coexist.
If little friend Lin Xiao has clear vision and can still use Confucianism and Taoism, he must have defeated the evil spirit.
Mr. Teng looked at his little friend in surprise. He could solve the evil thoughts in such a short time. The little friend was more complicated than he thought.
Gan Ying suddenly saw that Lin Xiao was not affected by the evil spirit at all, and the stone in her heart was relieved.
Although she didn't know what happened, she jumped to the side.
Lin Xiao seems to be about to start.
…
The other side.
Lin Xiao held the purple gold brush, and the Confucian and Taoist artistic conception continued to pour into it.
He concentrated on it, staring at the sky, making final preparations in his mind.
Now the poems and sentences have triggered the Confucian and Taoist visions, and there is a cooling time.
What's left is Ci, Fu, and parallel prose.
In this case.
If you don't make a sound, it's enough. If you make a blockbuster, it will make a big difference.
Lin Xiao no longer hesitated and waved the purple gold brush.
A line of golden words was written on the sky.
"The old county of Yuzhang, the new mansion of Hongdu."
"The stars are divided into wings, and the earth is connected to Henglu."
"The three rivers lead to the five lakes; the wild thorns are controlled to lead Ouyue."
As soon as Lin Xiao started writing, the talent and awe-inspiring righteousness in the sky seemed to be condensed.
The Heaven and Earth Palace also moved slightly.
All the Confucian scholars seemed to have been punched in their acupoints instantly, and they were stunned on the spot.
Goosebumps ran down the soles of my feet to my head.
They have a strange feeling.
What Lin Xiao wrote this time is incredible.
But looking at the two sentences written now, all the Confucian scholars are a little confused.
Where is Yuzhang? Where is Hongdu?
Henglu should be two mountains, Hengshan and Lushan.
Their Daqian Dynasty did not have these two mountains, they should belong to the Wei Dynasty.
All Confucian scholars were brought into this article by Lin Xiao.
What Lin Xiao wrote is the most shocking parallel prose in the Confucian and Taoist culture of his hometown.
Preface to Tengwang Pavilion.
Parallel prose through the ages, the best parallel prose in the world, are all nicknames for it.
Lin Xiao chose to present the complete sequence of Prince Teng's Pavilion.
As for the place names, allusions, and country names in it, what does that have to do with him?
In the fantasy world, the Eastern Region alone is several times larger than the Earth, and the number of dynasties reaches hundreds.
Who knows which dynasty he is writing about?
The pen is filled with brilliance and moves with your heart.
"? Outstanding earth spirit, Xu Ru is sitting on Chen Fan's bed."
"The mist in Xiongzhou is full of mist, and the stars are shining brightly."
"The Yifan of Yu? Xinzhou, the curtain is temporarily stationed."
"It's ten days off, and I have a lot of winning friends."
Every quatrain was written down, and the entire Daqian Dynasty began to feel a slight earthquake.
Countless talents spurted out from all directions and gathered towards the top of the Heaven and Earth Palace.
They did not condense into clouds like before, but all poured into Lin Xiao's body.
This moment.
The whole place was in an uproar.
Eternal!
Another eternity.
It also inspired Confucianism and Taoism.
And this time it’s no longer poems, words, or sentences.
But the text.
The difficulty of writing can reach the ages and inspire Confucianism and Taoism, which is simply not comparable to poetry.
That... that...
Even Mr. Teng looked stunned.
Even he has not reached such a state.
If he wants to inspire Confucianism and Taoism with his writing, he must go through a long preparation process to accumulate talents, prepare articles, etc.
Like this little friend, if you take action, your success will last forever.
That's something I dare not even think about.
"The falling clouds and the solitary owl fly together, and the autumn water becomes the same color as the sky."
"The fishing boats sing late, and the sound echoes on the poor Pengli shore."
"The formation of wild geese frightens the cold, and the sound breaks the Hengyang Pool."
When Lin Xiao wrote these famous sentences, the vision of heaven and earth suddenly changed again.
The sky casts thousands of rays of rays of light.
The overwhelming talent not only came from all around the Daqian Dynasty, but also shocked several other surrounding dynasties.
Endless talents form a Yangtze River that stretches for thirty thousand miles.
The light shines like daylight, comparable to the Milky Way.
This confused the people of the Daqian Dynasty and other dynasties.
This was the first time they had seen such a vision since they could remember.
Mr. Teng was shocked.
Countless great scholars were shocked.
The monarch of the Daqian royal family was also shocked.
They really couldn't believe it.
Lin Xiao really wrote it.
It is not only an eternal poem, but also an eternal quatrain.
Even this ancient parallel prose made their blood boil with excitement, and they couldn't find any flaws.
Is there really such a Confucian and Taoist monster in the world?!
It took Lin Xiao two full incense sticks to finish writing the last sentence of the preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion.
Originally, he was worried that his talent and Confucianism and Taoism were not enough.
But he still underestimated the influence of this world's best parallel prose on fantasy, Confucianism and Taoism.
You can say that.
From the moment Lin Xiao wrote the first sentence of the Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion, his talent and Confucianism and Taoism began to improve rapidly without any downward trend.
"Dang...dang...dang!!"
The sacred bell of Confucianism was rung again at this time.
The bells kept ringing.
Ten rings.
Twenty rings.
Thirty rings.
It rang a full seventy-seven forty-nine times before it stopped.
boom!!
The 30,000-mile-long Yangtze River also began to pour down at this time, pouring towards Lin Xiao.
Most of the talent poured into Lin Xiao's body, and the aftermath of the spilled talent enveloped the Tiandi Wen Palace and all the Confucian scholars around him.
In an instant.
All the Confucian scholars sat on the ground, ready to comprehend this sudden wave of Confucianism and Taoism.
This is a great opportunity for most of them Confucian scholars.
But at this moment.
Boom boom boom!!
The entire Tiandi Palace suddenly shook violently, along with other palace buildings.
Um?!
What's going on?
Why was Wen Gong so shocked?
Uh-huh!!!
Dazzling rays of light shot directly into the sky from the Wen Palace.
Then, all these lights turned into a human figure.
There is an indescribable Confucian and Taoist aura about this figure.
"The half-saint shadow, this is the half-saint shadow that established this heaven and earth literary palace."
"Yes, this phantom has a kind of Confucianism, Taoism and Holy Spirit. It is indeed the Half-Saint."
"I'll wait to meet the Half-Saint!"
"Your Highness, Half-Saint, please accept my worship!"
There is a portrait of an unknown semi-sage in the Tiandiwen Palace. Even the most senior Teng Lao does not know who painted it or who hung it.
But all the Confucian scholars who entered the Wen Palace had kowtowed countless times.
At this moment, their hearts were in turmoil. No one thought that Lin Xiao could even lure out the Wen Gong Semi-Sage.
However.
The next scene is an image that will be etched in their hearts for the rest of their lives.
The half-saint shadow condensed with rhyme and light looked towards Lin Xiao, who was bathing in the river of talent.