Chapter five hundred and fifty fifth Confucian sacrament
Faced with Lin Ze's clamor, Liu Ji hid in the camp as a bachelor, with no intention of showing up. He had even started to change into a soldier's clothes.
Although he felt that Cao Shen's suggestion was unreliable, it was the best way he could find at present.
When Lin Ze actually called, Liu Ji's face was no longer worried and fearful. Sometimes, the unknown is scary.
Lin Ze, who was floating in mid-air, burst out with the power of a master. He threw the Tianwen Sword upwards and turned into a shower of swords falling down, carrying endless murderous intent and heading towards the camp at his feet.
At this time, a figure rushed towards me. Upon seeing this, he immediately shouted: "Be merciful under the sword."
Lin Ze was speechless for a while. How could he be so funny every day?
With a thought in his mind, the Tianwen Sword in mid-air not only did not stop, but fell faster.
The visitor quickly took out something from his arms and threw it towards the military camp.
I saw the object floating above the military camp and below the Tianwen Sword, emitting endless soft white light, protecting the entire military camp.
The rain of swords transformed from the Tianwen Sword fell on the white light, and a series of sounds of gold and iron echoed.
Lin Ze's face changed slightly, he stretched out his hand to recall the Tianwen Sword, and asked in a deep voice: "Grandmaster's secret treasure?"
The visitor shook his head and said, "No, this is a ritual vessel for saints."
Saint's Ritual Item? Lin Ze thought for a while, this was probably an item similar to the Grandmaster's Secret Treasure, but in comparison, it seemed a little more powerful.
"Let me try this so-called saint's ritual weapon. How powerful is it?"
With a thought in Lin Ze's mind, he activated the magic power of heaven and earth, and the mighty power of heaven and earth came to him. All the power of the master exploded, and he waved the Tianwen Sword and slashed at the luminous object.
The object seemed to sense a threat, and it shook for a while. Two large golden characters appeared on the surface, and then the white light increased more than ten times.
Lin Ze struck down with his sword and felt it hit a steel plate. A sharp sound resounded throughout the world. Countless soldiers below were rolling on the ground with their heads in their hands.
There are also those who are not good at martial arts, and there is faint blood flowing out of the seven orifices.
Lin Ze's face turned cold, and the Grandmaster's power attached to the sword exploded violently, turning into a strong wind and blowing towards the white light, causing the white light to sway.
Under this strong wind, the white light emitted by the item disappeared little by little.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the waves caused by the strong wind came to a standstill, and the white light emitted by the items also dissipated by 80%.
Lin Ze finally saw clearly the two large characters on the object. These two characters were not the characters of Qin or the Six Kingdoms, but an ancient font. The whole thing revealed a simple meaning.
Lin Ze's mind wandered through communication, and he immediately understood what those two words were.
Book of Songs?
You may not believe it, but I just had a fight with a book, well, I haven’t won yet.
Lin Ze just felt that his brain was a little weak. This couldn't be the Book of Songs written by the Confucian sage himself, right? Otherwise, how could it be so magical?
This is what Lin Ze thought and asked.
The visitor couldn't help but replied in surprise: "You actually know the ritual vessels of Confucian saints?"
Lin Ze...
If a book written by a saint contains such magical words, then this world may be stronger than I imagined.
Heavenly beings live forever, so can heavenly beings really live forever? Lin Ze had such doubts in his mind.
As a descendant, Lin Ze didn't believe it at first. If there really was a being in the realm of immortality, how could he not even see a shadow?
In his opinion, shouldn't a truly immortal person be invincible and be supported by all the people in the world? Shouldn't he still be hiding in the barren mountains and practicing hard in the wilderness?
If you are already immortal, why do you need to practice hard?
Seeing this ancient book, Lin Ze began to feel that not being able to see it didn't mean it didn't exist. Not being able to see it just meant that his vision was too low.
The person who came was a middle-aged Confucian scholar. Taking advantage of Lin Ze's confrontation with the "Book of Songs", he had already arrived in front of Lin Ze. He bowed respectfully to Lin Ze and said, "My Confucian Meng Hao, may I ask this great gentleman?
,Have you ever seen my fellow disciple?"
As Lin Ze thought, the Tianwen Sword flashed past like a dragon, but three feet between the eyebrows of the middle-aged Confucian scholar Meng Hao, it was blocked by the white light emitted by the "Book of Songs".
Meng Hao said with a look of astonishment: "It is not the behavior of a gentleman to behave like this."
Lin Ze's face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he said: "I just want to try it casually to see if this book of songs is really that amazing. I didn't expect it to be really good."
"By the way, are the classmates you are talking about four bad old men with white hair?"
Meng Hao wanted to nod and say yes, but felt something was wrong, so he shook his head and said, "They are all dedicated to studying the classics, they are not bad old men."
"Oh, I didn't see that," Lin Ze said nonchalantly.
Meng Hao was just about to say, I'll look for him again, when a man suddenly emerged from the military camp below and shouted to the sky: "Sir, don't listen to his nonsense. All the great Confucian scholars were killed by him. He is a murderer."
Lin Ze couldn't help but feel happy when he saw this, and a narrow smile appeared on his face: "Hey, are you willing to give up?"
Meng Hao's expression changed slightly, he stared at Lin Ze and asked, "Sir, did you kill them?"
Lin Ze said with an innocent face: "I have never seen a great scholar, but just now a few bad old men came over and talked nonsense, and I killed each of them with one sword."
Although Meng Hao had never walked in the world, he was not a fool. How could he not recognize that the bad old man Lin Ze was talking about was his fellow disciple?
Meng Hao was seen trembling all over, pointing at Lin Ze and asking, "Why do you want to kill people indiscriminately?"
Lin Ze shook his head and denied, "Don't talk nonsense. I didn't kill people randomly. Qin law stipulates that those who abduct children from good families will be punished."
"The four of them just said that they wanted to arrest me and face the wall for a hundred years. I thought about it for a moment and realized that they were kidnapping a disciple of a good family. So I fulfilled Qin's law on the spot."
Meng Hao was speechless for a moment.
Liu Ji spoke from the bottom and said: "The Qin Law is used to stipulate and restrain the people of Qin. These gentlemen are reclusive people and are not under the control of the Qin Law."
Lin Ze smiled coldly: "In the whole world, is it the land of Qin? On the shore of the land, is it the ministers of Qin? You and other rebellious ministers and traitors deserve to die."
Meng Hao was silent for a while and then said: "No matter what, they should not die. However, I can't do anything to you today. When our ancestors are born, they will seek justice from you."
Lin Ze glanced at the Book of Songs: "Then why are you here today?"
Meng Hao replied honestly: "I am here to save the True Emperor, as ordered by my elders."
"It's hopeless. Go back and wait for death," Lin Ze said directly.
Meng Hao...
"I am holding a Confucian holy weapon. You cannot kill the true emperor," said the honest man Meng Hao.
Lin Ze didn't take it seriously and said: "It's okay. If you can't do it now, it doesn't mean you can't do it all the time. Can you still keep guarding him? You must know that as a strong master in the master realm, I have a lot of time to waste."
Then Lin Ze grinned at Liu Ji at his feet: "Liu Ji, when you betrayed me and the young master, did you ever think that this day would happen?"
Meng Hao couldn't help but look down, and then countless sword lights appeared in his peripheral vision, half of them coming towards him, and half of them going towards Liu Ji below.
Before Meng Hao could react, the "Book of Songs" took the initiative to burst out with white light, protecting the two of them within it.
Lin Ze couldn't help but be a little disappointed. The all-round protection of this Confucian holy ritual weapon was a bit too buggy, wasn't it?
When Liu Ji heard Lin Ze's words, he couldn't help but take a step back, then felt a little embarrassed, and said loudly: "Military advisor, to tell you the truth, I have thought about this over the years, and I do regret it, but I regret it.
It won't change anything, now I'm still raising troops to rebel against Qin, and you still won't let me go."
Lin Ze Youyou said: "That's not necessarily the case. If you can do one thing, I can consider letting you go."
A hint of surprise appeared on Liu Ji's face: "Is what the military advisor said true? I wonder what it is?"
The corner of Lin Ze's mouth curled up: "As long as you rely on your own cultivation and survive with three swords with all my strength, I will no longer hunt you down."
The smile on Liu Ji's face froze, knowing it was not that simple.
In an instant, the conversation reached a deadlock. Lin Ze stood quietly in the air, the sword in his hand flickering.