"Natural disasters have the greatest impact on the people. After this battle, the vitality of the land south of the Yangtze River will be greatly damaged.
If people die more and the base number goes down, there will be fewer successful people. For example, there was a severe drought in the north ten years ago. The number of Jinshi scholars in the next year was 20% less than in the previous year. In the following ten years, there was also a lack of talent. As a result, there are no scholars today ten years later.
Restore your strength.”
Wang Xu was wearing a raincoat and holding a piece of quinoa in his hand, watching the tragic scenes unfolding under the flood.
After a long time, he narrowed his eyes and whispered: "A major disaster once every ten years has happened twice, first in the north and then in the south, almost shaking the foundations of the north and the south.
How could it be such a coincidence? There is the Confucius Temple in the world to suppress the destiny of the human race, and there is the Wu Dynasty that determines the mountains and rivers. Normally, there should not be so many disasters.
Could it be that the time has come when the world is about to change and all heroes rise together?"
"Help, help!"
Just as he was thinking about it, the flood came in waves, instantly destroying a wooden building in front of him, and swept out a family of three inside.
The young couple, holding a piece of driftwood together, cried: "Help, help!"
"Back off!"
Wang Xu held the Constitution in his mouth, and with the blessing of literary energy, his words had the potential to shake the earth and the mountains.
The rolling flood seemed to hit a dam under his scolding, and somehow it rolled back. The family of three who were caught in the flood sat down on the ground without having time to react.
"rise!"
Wang Xu spoke again, and the words turned from virtual to real, turning into a golden flying carpet and flying over with the little girl.
Holding the little girl in his arms, Wang Xu looked at the young couple, nodded and said: "It's okay, take the child back."
The young couple looked at each other, looking at the child in Wang Xu's arms, some were not happy but confused.
"broken!"
Wang Xu was instantly startled and looked down at the girl in his arms.
The girl smiled at him and instantly turned into a venomous snake, biting his wrist like lightning.
"shield!"
A light shield stood in front of Wang Xu's hand, trying to block the poisonous snake.
The poisonous snake refused to evade when it saw it. It bit the light shield with its sharp fangs. The light shield could only hold on for a moment before it was forced to peck Wang Xu's hand.
"hiss!"
Wang Xu took a breath of air and threw the little snake out.
When he looked down, he saw that his wrist was bruised and swollen. When the protective force met the snake venom, it instantly turned into a wisp of smoke.
Too careless!!
Wang Xu's eyes turned cold. He didn't expect that the demon clan had been lurking for more than a year and only took action today. It turned out that he could only commit a thief in a thousand days, but there was no one who could guard against a thief in a thousand days.
"Little baby, you have been poisoned by my five-step poison. Even if you have Wenqi to protect your body, you will turn into pus and blood in an instant. Now you are dead!" The poisonous snake that was thrown out fell to the ground and turned into a snake.
The demon with a childlike face and spitting out snake letters looked at Wang Xu and laughed.
Wang Xu glanced at his bruised wrist and said calmly: "Since I'm going to die, can you tell me who killed me?"
The demon put his hands on his hips and said domineeringly: "That's a good question, ancestor, if I don't change my name in office or my surname in office, I am Venerable Poison Dragon Tan Qingyi!"
"Poison Dragon Pond!"
Wang Xu's heart moved. As an orthodox Confucian monk, Wang Xu also knew something about Confucianism's greatest enemy, the demon clan, and the demons in Kyushu.
Kyushu is the Kyushu of the human race. The power of the demon clan here is not strong, and there are many local demon clans who do not recognize the rule of the demon clan imperial court, just like not every overseas Chinese recognizes that they are Chinese.
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The Poison Dragon Ancestor of Poison Dragon Tan is a relatively independent and prestigious fifth-level demon king.
It is said that he is half dragon and half snake. He has practiced for 30,000 years and transformed into a poisonous dragon. He lives in the Poison Dragon Tan in Shennongjia all day long. He can eat people when he is hungry and can overwhelm mountains and seas when he is angry.
Because he had an unclear relationship with the Dragon Clan, and because he could not easily leave Poison Dragon Tan's lair, no one went to the trouble of exterminating him.
The Venerable Tsing Yi who received the wanted order is a fourth-level great demon who is a five-step snake and has achieved great success in cultivation. He is the most valued descendant of the Poison Dragon Ancestor.
"Boy, you will die within three sticks of incense. Even if the great doctor from the medical family takes action, it will be useless. If you have any funeral arrangements, please tell me as soon as possible."
The Venerable Master in Tsing Yi was a five-step snake who attained Taoism. He had great experience in using poison to kill Wang Xu.
Wang Xu smiled coldly, took a sip of the venom, spit it on the ground, and said proudly: "Even if the Poison Dragon Ancestor is here, he doesn't dare to say that he can kill me. What are you, a little five-step snake, capable of?
Dare you be so arrogant?"
"How brave. I want to see how stubborn you can be. When you die, I will come and collect your body."
The Venerable Master in Tsing Yi instantly turned into a little snake, turned into green light and was about to escape.
It is true that he is good at poisoning, because he specializes in poison techniques, but his skills are not comparable to other great demons. He has no intention of fighting against Wang Xu, the new champion.
"Can you leave?"
Wang Xu pronounces words like pearls, and the poems blurt out: "When the remaining red color is about to be exhausted, the cool autumn air fills the screen, the rain falls on the sycamore leaves at midnight, and the leaves sound sad to be separated."
Whoosh!!
The green light of the Lord in Tsing Yi had just traveled ten miles away when Wang Xu's poems turned into chains and drew him back from afar.
The Venerable Master in Tsing Yi, who was wrapped up in chains, still had confusion in his eyes, as if he was wondering if I had left, why was he back again?
"What kind of poem is this that can arrest people?" The venerable man in green looked at Wang Xu with shock in his eyes.
Wang Xu covered his arms and said with a smile: "Poetry for guests!"
This poem about "retaining guests" can only be regarded as a town government in terms of literary style, not even a town, but it has specialization in the art. This poem embodies the reluctance to leave, so it is most suitable to be used to keep people.
The Venerable Master in Tsing Yi cried as if he were mourning his heir, "You said that you have been poisoned by my five-step poison. You can just wait for death. Why are you still acting like a demon?"
"You're just a little poison, you want to poison me?"
Wang Xu spoke again and murmured: "It's a pleasure to meet you with honorable appearance and politeness. I read the beautiful chapter to enlighten the guest's heart. I use ink and beautiful pearls to show the literary garden. The master of rejuvenation Xing Linzhen rejuvenates!"
The words came out in chapters, and the verses turned into dots of starlight, heading toward Wang Xu's wrist.
With only three lines of poetry, the venom of the five-step snake was detoxified. The remaining line of poetry nourished yin and qi, but Wang Xu sucked it into his stomach like a tonic.
The Master in Tsing Yi was dumbfounded. The style of this poem was gold with purple in it. It was clearly used by the author himself, and the effect was extraordinary.
Including the guest poems just now, in just a few breaths, Wang Xu actually composed two highly targeted poems for the occasion with a smooth flow.
What is a poem that responds to the situation? Poems that are aimed at special circumstances and specific situations are called poems that respond to the situation.
Each of these poems has a special use, and when used by the author himself, it can achieve 40% of the effect.
"Impressed?"
Looking at the gray-robed Master in Tsing Yi, Wang Xu had a faint smile on his lips.
After three days of separation, Shi should treat each other with admiration. He was no longer the stupid boy who would shy away from the blood demon ten years ago for fear of being harmed.
All his poems and essays were plagiarized from the great masters of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties. In the Confucian world, which did not have the Five Dynasties, all these poems and essays were considered to be his own creations.
Each poem can exert 40% of its power. In addition, he is a new scholar, and his literary strength is far beyond that of ordinary scholars. Even the fifth-level demon king can fight, and a fourth-level demon can fight
I want to challenge him, but I really think too much.
"Spare your life, spare your life, I am the godson of Venerable Poison Dragon, you can't kill me!" Venerable Tsing Yi is the best at using poison. Seeing the five steps of poison, Wang Xu was helpless. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly. He still had the majesty he had before.
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After hearing this, Wang Xu burst into laughter and said with a smile: "Don't say that you are just the godson of the Poison Dragon Ancestor. Even if he comes by himself, I won't be afraid."
"Are you really not afraid?"
hold head high!!
The waves were rolling into the sky, and a dark green poisonous dragon came carrying a bloody wind.
"Ancestor Poison Dragon?"
Wang Xulu was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously looked at the Tsing Yi Venerable, and said strangely: "If there is an accident, there will be reinforcements. Are you a monkey?"