As soon as the question of heaven came out, the atmosphere for thousands of miles around was boiling, and the sun and the moon were without light.
Affected by this, not to mention the White Lotus Saint who bore the brunt, even the three monks and three Taoists who assisted were somewhat ineffective in their magical powers.
Wang Xuzhi thought about what means should be adapted to the situation and add more power to the tiger. He answered: "Wen Tianxiang·Song of Righteousness"
The heaven and earth have righteous energy, and are mixed and endowed with manifolds. The rivers and mountains are at the bottom, and the sun and stars are at the top.
People say that it is vast, and it is so vast that it blocks the sky. The imperial road should be clear to the barbarians, and the Han and Tuming Courts should be seen. When the times are poor, we can see them, and we can draw them one by one.
The tip of Wang Xu's pen is dipped in dragon's blood ink. Dragon's blood ink is a literary treasure and can add 30% power to poems and articles.
There is no Wen Tianxiang in the Confucian world, and there is no Zhengqi Song. Wang Xu used it. Under the law of heaven, he was naturally identified as the author of the poem.
As a poetry writer, using your own native poetry can add three more levels of power. Coupled with the effect of dragon blood ink, it is equivalent to adding 60% more power.
This is not the end yet. The three great Confucian scholars spoke out questions from heaven, inspiring great righteousness thousands of miles away.
At this time, under this situation, all the methods of divine passage are suppressed. On the contrary, the power of literary passage has increased significantly, and the increase is at least 30%.
In addition, Zhengqi Song is mainly about righteousness, and the combination with Tianwen is perfect.
Wang Xu Sizhi, if he takes action at this time, the lethality of his poems may be even higher than that of ordinary great scholars, at least at the level of top great scholars, and he will be a threat to sixth-level existences.
Thinking of this, Wang Xu remained calm and wrote like a god.
In Qi Taishi Bamboo, in Jin Dong Hubi, in Qin Zhang Liangzhui, in Han Su Wujie.
It is the head of General Yan, the blood of Ji Shizhong, the teeth of Zhang Suiyang, and the tongue of Yan Changshan.
Either for the Liaodong hat, clearing the ice and snow, or for being an example of a teacher, making ghosts and gods weep heroically.
Either for crossing the river and generously swallowing Hu Jie, or for attacking the thief's wat, the head will be broken if it is turned upside down.
Wang Xu's wonderful pen is full of flowers, his righteous songs are completed in one breath, and his writing seems to be full of energy.
Under his influence, the already boiling literary spirit became in full swing and became indescribably wonderful.
Looking up, a sunset glow in the sky actually formed a figure that looked like Qu Yuan.
This figure stands high in the clouds. Although the expression cannot be clearly seen, there is no doubt that it looks like a human being.
For a moment, it was as if Qu Yuan had stepped out of history, standing on top of Tianwen, smiling as he watched Wang Xu sing the song of righteousness.
"When it penetrates the sun and the moon, life and death will be settled, the earth will depend on it, and the sky pillar will depend on it."
Wang Xu wrote faster and faster, and his literary style became stronger and stronger, turning into a mighty long sword that emerged from the long river of history.
This sword has two edges, one edge is called benevolence, and the other edge is righteousness.
This sword has a spine, and there are countless literati on the spine. Some of them sigh, some chant, some are bohemian, some are free and easy, some are concerned about the dawn, some are nostalgic for the past, some are indescribable.
This sword has a hilt, and the hilt is engraved with annual rings. One Spring and Autumn Period is a year, one Qin and Han Dynasty is a generation, and all the Spring and Autumn Periods of thousands of years are here.
This sword is signed with the title: "Awesomeness lasts forever!"
"The heaven and earth are full of righteousness, and they are mixed and endowed with manifolds. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars, which are slaying evil spirits with great force!!"
At the end of the poem, Wang Xu stirred up his righteousness, and pointed the tip of his pen towards the White Lotus Saint.
Being pulled, Haoran's sword has no power, no divine light, no vision, no murderous intention, and slowly but firmly flies towards the White Lotus Saint.
The White Lotus Domain of the White Lotus Saint can block Buddhist and Taoist magic weapons and magical powers, but it cannot block Wang Xu's awe-inspiring sword.
Wherever the tip of the sword reaches, the white lotus will shatter at the touch, melt at the first glance, and perform all kinds of magical and useless changes.
Wang Xu had a smile on his face, and everyone had joy on their faces. The outcome seemed to be predictable.
In the crisis, the White Lotus Saint turned around slightly. Her expression was invisible under her white mask, only her exposed eyes were desolate, mixed with helplessness, and a trace of nostalgia.
"Huh"
Meeting that gaze, Wang Xu felt very familiar, as if the White Lotus Saint in front of him was an acquaintance whom he had known for a long time.
There is no mistake, this White Lotus Saint hidden under the mask must be known to me. Who is she?
Zheng!!
At the critical moment, Wang Xu restrained the power of Haoran's sword by three points, and then pierced through the layers of white lotus, nailing the White Lotus Saint into the air.
In the sky, the holy blood was flying, and the White Lotus Saint fell from the sky and fell into the river.
"Kill her, kill her quickly!"
Wu Shan yelled and pointed at the place where the White Lotus Saint fell.
Wang Xu did not take action, but stood with his sword in hand, his eyes full of solemnity.
"Don't let her get away"
The monks from the Buddhist and Taoist families chased after her and surrounded the water where the White Lotus Saint fell. They bombarded her wildly, causing countless waves.
In the end, nothing was found. Except for a flash of scarlet on the sea water, which proved the injury of the White Lotus Saint, not to mention the corpse, not even a shadow was seen.
"Master Wang, your last blow seemed to have restrained your killing intent?"
Ma Junru, who did not pursue the pursuit, flew onto the marching warship with two other great scholars.
As for the title of President Wang, Wang Xu is the President of Ziyang Academy, and there is nothing wrong with this title.
After all, Wang Xu's cultivation level is only a Jinshi, which is one level lower than a Confucian scholar.
But none of the three great scholars present dared to treat him as an ordinary Jinshi. Only by addressing him as the head of the academy could he reflect Wang Xu's different status.
"Have it?"
Hearing Ma Junru's words, Wang Xu threw Haoran's long sword upwards, and the aura of Haoran returned to the world, and said coldly: "Why didn't I know?"
"Brother Ma, maybe we saw it wrong."
Fang Qiong and Xiao Yuanwang, two great scholars, hurriedly came to smooth things over and did not regard Wang Xu as a junior at all.
Seeing this, Ma Junru was stunned for a moment and said with a wry smile: "Maybe I saw it wrong."
"Since this is the case, I am not related to the White Lotus Sect, so how can I be merciful? I just lament that the Holy Maiden of the White Lotus is so powerful that even the seniors are unable to withstand her. How can I, a junior scholar, lead the way?"
Wang Xu flicked his robe, glanced at the Buddhist and Taoist masters who had returned without success, and said softly: "In this trip, we killed the masters of the Kapok Sutra, the Demon Luo Sutra, and the Caihui Sutra, and also injured the White Lotus Saint.
, this is a great victory, but I think the White Lotus Sect will not be able to make trouble in Yangzhou. In this case, I will go back to Ziyang Academy to concentrate on my studies, so you can leave it alone for the time being."
"Master, walk slowly"
Everyone sent them off one after another, but Wang Xu didn't say much. He just added to Wu Shan: "Don't forget the painting and send it to my house as soon as possible."
After saying this, Wang Xu didn't wait for Wu Shan to reply, and walked away proudly with his foot on the wolf hair pen.
Looking at his back, the three great scholars felt envious and whispered: "You are so young and promising!"
Hearing this, the three elders of Shenxiao agreed, and said: "This new top scholar, I didn't expect him to be so powerful. One-on-one, I'm afraid none of us can be his opponent. No wonder even the Poison Dragon Ancestor was suppressed by him.
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The three holy monks of Mount Wutai did not speak, but looked at the direction in which Wang Xu left. The rosary beads turned faster for a while.
Only Wu Shan was quite discouraged. He did not expect that despite all possible efforts, he could not keep the White Lotus Saint in the end. It was a pity.
at the same time
"Who is the White Lotus Saint? Under the Sword of Haoran, the last look she looked at me contained farewell, desolation, and nostalgia. It was clearly a look that only exists between men and women. Moreover, this look is so familiar to me. I must have seen it somewhere.
Yes, why can’t I remember it?”
Above the nine heavens, Wang Xu sat on the enlarged wolf brush, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became.
Could it be that he fell into the White Lotus Saint's seduction spell, and that's why he felt compassion and finally restrained his strength?
Impossible, his true form is a warrior, and an extreme warrior. If his true form takes action, all the people present will be killed by him if they rush forward.
A clone came to the world of Confucianism, and the clone cultivated Confucianism, but the realm brought by the original body has not changed. How could He De, the White Lotus Saint, be able to seduce him.
The more Wang Xu thought about it, the weirder she felt. In the end, fortunately, she didn't think about it. No matter who the White Lotus Saint was, we would see each other again in the future.
By then, everything will come to light.
As for the white lotus saint who was let go, she has no fear of the power of heaven and no law for her ancestors. So what if the little white lotus saint is misplaced? Who dares to ask him for an explanation?