Chapter 16: Reciting poems and becoming a literary saint! The Black Knights are violent! ?

"This?!"

The onlookers were dumbfounded.

This scene, which was enough to be recorded in history, actually made me experience it myself? !

I am so proud of it!

"It turns out that this little... big man didn't lie at all!"

"He really has this ability! Compared with this poem, the previous ones are really rubbish!"

"Too strong! A poem comes out, and the purple air returns from three thousand miles, and I enter the realm of great Confucianism in an instant!"

The audience was full of praise, and many women looked at Zhan Bai on the stage shyly, with fascination in their eyes.

Zhan Bai enjoyed the flattery and admiration of the crowd, looking down on everyone proudly.

"As the destined protagonist, these are all what I should enjoy!"

"Humph, when I grow up, I will definitely dominate the eight wastelands, and the Immortal Forest Clan will have to surrender to me!"

He was intoxicated and began to imagine again.

"Is there anyone else who wants to go on stage to compose a poem?"

The charming host spoke again.

There was silence in the audience. Who dared to compete with such a genius on the same stage? It was simply humiliating himself!

"I think there is no need to compete anymore. There is no need to say who is the champion."

Zhan Bai waved his hand confidently: "Just give me the championship, let me spend the night with the courtesan?"

"Ah, this... the thinking of genius is different..."

The charming woman smiled awkwardly but politely.

"Da Da..."

Lin Yang walked up to the stage by himself.

The audience was a little confused: "What is this kid doing here!? Hey! Whose child is lost, don't the adults care?"

"Little brother, are you going to recite a poem?"

The charming woman's eyes lit up.

"Not bad."

Lin Yang nodded, with a sunny smile, red lips and white teeth, and I don't know how many girls he has charmed.

"Hmm?"

Zhan Bai was full of jealousy, looking at Lin Yang unhappily, curling his lips and saying: "You little brat, your hair hasn't even grown out yet? You're still writing poetry? Stop fooling around here!"

"There are people beyond the sky, and in my eyes, your poem is just as rubbish."

Lin Yang was too lazy to waste words, and he started to chant the eternal quatrain:

"Yuzhang old county, Hongdu new capital. Stars are divided into Yizhen, and the land is connected to Henglu...

The setting sun and the lonely wild goose fly together, and the autumn water and the sky are the same color..."

In an instant, the avenues rang, golden flowers fell from the sky, and golden lotuses emerged from the ground.

The purple air covered the sky, and it was unknown how many billions of miles away.

The phantoms of many Confucian and Taoist giants, poets and immortals in the long river of history revived in the long river of purple air, and chanted along with them!

This magnificent scene directly killed Zhan Bai's momentum, and everyone was stunned.

"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the monkeys are howling, the water is clear and the white birds are flying back..."

Lin Yang did not stop at all, and casually wrote another one of the best quatrains in the history.

After this poem, the phantoms of the poets and immortals were intoxicated, with awe in their eyes, and bowed from afar.

"It's not over yet!!!"

The audience's brains were blank, these scenes were too shocking!

"Let's drink, don't stop... I'll have to drink 300 cups!"

"Kill one person every 10 steps, and leave no trace for a thousand miles!"

"The great river flows eastward, and the waves wash away all the heroes of the ages..."

"I have fought in 3,000 miles, and my sword has been as powerful as a million soldiers!"

"One day, the great roc rises with the wind, and soars up to 90,000 miles!"

"A little bit of noble spirit, a thousand miles of wind!"

"Thinking back to the days, the golden swords and iron horses, swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger..."

"The wind rises and the clouds fly, and the power is spread across the country and returned to the hometown!"

"The flowers in the hall intoxicate 3,000 guests, and the frost of the sword chills 14 states."

"I will climb to the top of the mountain and look down on all the mountains!!!"

"..."

Every time a poem is chanted, the heaven and earth will resound, and the phantoms of immortals and Buddhas will dance in the sky, as if intoxicated.

This great trend swept across the world and shook the realm!

The vast literary spirit is all over him!

"Who is reciting poetry? It actually shocked so many realms to resonate together!"

The strange ancestor of the plateau widened his eyes.

"After endless years of silence, is there another Confucian Immortal coming to the world?

A few years ago, a mysterious infant emperor who could kill the Immortal Emperor appeared, and now there is another peerless Confucian Immortal... Hehehe, it's getting more and more interesting!"

In the ruins of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the hoarse voice of the Lord of Reincarnation hovered.

"The Confucian Saint has come to the world, how can we literati not go to worship!?"

In many realms, all the hidden Confucian saints have appeared, and they are flying madly towards the Eight Desolate Realm...

In the core of the Three Thousand Realms, a vicissitudes of life opened, penetrating the chaos and reaching the Eight Desolate Realm.

He murmured: "There are eight buckets of talent in the world, and this person has only one stone. The world owes him two points... It's incredible!

It seems that the layout should also be changed..."

...

"If you are not careful, you will shake the Three Thousand Realms again..."

Lin Yang muttered, and stopped reciting.

It is true that these Chinese poems are too magnificent. Once they are spoken, they are like a surging river, and they don't want to stop.

He only recited a dozen poems, but he has reached the pinnacle of Confucianism and has the true meaning of a Confucian saint.

"Is this... canonized as a saint!?"

"The third Confucian saint born in my Eight Desolate Realm!?"

"Pay homage to the Confucian saint!"

The people were terrified and knelt down directly in front of Lin Yang.

An eight-year-old child became a saint by reciting poems!

This is no longer a legend, it is simply an ancient myth!

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Lin Yang looked at Zhan Bai.

The pressure from the sage was too terrible. Zhan Bai knelt down with a bang. He was in a state of dismay, and all the pride in his eyes was shattered.

"...Sure enough, there are people beyond people and there are heavens beyond heavens.

Even if the system joins me, I'm just an ant! "

Zhan Bai's three views were shattered, and he murmured with dull eyes.

"Forehead……"

Lin Yang murmured in his heart: "Did the medicine be too strong? This child seems to be stunned by the shock..."

After a long time, Zhan Bai raised his head and kowtowed to the ground:

"I have realized that I am just a frog in the well. Please accept me, even if I am just your slave, I am willing!"

Lin Yang grinned: "Want to learn? I'll teach you!"

After that, he took out the Dafa and said: "Learning this secret method will ensure that you understand the true meaning of life and understand the nature of the world!"

"real!?"

Zhan Bai's eyes lit up and he kowtowed in gratitude.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for recruiting Zhan Bai, the owner of the Confucian Sage system and the son of luck, into the Baolan Cult. He will be rewarded with 10,000 luck points and the killer organization: Luo Sheng!"

Lin Yang smiled with satisfaction. He took action this time just to get his secret power.

"..."

"This, this, this... Your Majesty, what should we do now!?"

Upstairs in Yuxiao, the disciples of the wealthy family were all dumbfounded and shuddered.

Is this how a generation of literary saints was born? ! This is too ridiculous! ! !

Xu Fengnian's eyes were cold and stern: "So what if we were a literary saint? Just a scholar! Can we change the world?"

Even if a true immortal comes, in front of millions of snow dragon riders, his immortal blood will stain the sky red! "

The world has no concept of saints, only that it is an honorific title.

In Xu Fengnian's understanding, literary saints can soar to the sky, and kings can also soar to the sky.

Therefore, Literary Sage = King.

"What a bullshit literary saint, it's just an honorary title.

In terms of combat power, he is probably not as good as a martial arts king. In front of millions of snow dragon riders, he is nothing! "

Xu Fengnian did not take Lin Yang's canonization seriously and waved his hand casually.

“The Literary Sage is eventually respected by the world, and may even ascend to heaven and be enthroned in the future!

If we take action against him, no scholar in the world will agree, and we will definitely attack the Northern Wasteland Dynasty with words and writings!

Your Majesty, please think twice..."

The dandies were all sweating profusely.

Killing a literary sage was a serious crime, and they did not dare to bear it.

Looking at the entire Eight Wastelands, from ancient times to the present, there have only been two literary saints.

These two are spiritual leaders who are famous and praised throughout the ages. No one dares to tarnish the reputation of the saint.

Not to mention killing...

"Haha, whoever dares to talk too much will be killed.

When I established my dynasty in the Northern Wasteland, I relied on my iron-blooded skills and tyrannical strength, not on those talkative rotten scholars! "

Xu Fengnian said coldly: "I have never believed in any illusory destiny. No one in this world can be stronger than my father's Snow Dragon Rider!

The plan remains unchanged, start now! "

"What about the people at the venue?"

Gray Eagle asked again and again.

“They were just a bunch of tools to make money for me, but now their pockets are all empty and there is no use value anymore.

What happened today was just bad luck for them. "

Xu Fengnian didn't care, murderous intent burst out in his eyes:

"Since we want to take action against Wen Sheng, we must be firm and ruthless, and we must not give him a chance to escape!"

"Your Majesty is wise!"

The eagle dog and the young men all cheered in unison.

"Tell Chu Lushan to do it!"

Xu Fengnian waved his hand.

"...Rumble..."

The sound of horse hooves came from far and near, and a loud shout resounded through the sky.

"Catch the traitor! Reward 10,000 taels of gold and make 10,000 households a marquis!"

"The remnants of the enemy country are committing murder in the imperial capital in broad daylight. Let them be executed!

Anyone who has nothing to do with it must retreat immediately. Anyone within a hundred meters of the rebels will be killed! "

The black cavalry rumbled in, like a torrent of steel, carrying a murderous aura!

The common people were still immersed in the shock of Wen Xing's birthday, and suddenly saw the cavalry coming to kill them, and they were all confused.

Many people were killed in confusion, and their heads fell off.

"It's the black knight of the Imperial Guard!"

"These devils kill people like dogs and are absolutely loyal to the imperial court!"

"Get out of here quickly..."

The people screamed, and the lively scene suddenly turned into a hell on earth.

Screams, heads rolling down, slashing sounds...

As soon as the black knight came out, blood flowed like a river!

"Um?"

Lin Yang frowned, he really had no time to spare.

I just admired the beautiful girl for a while, and these crazy dogs came to kill me like dog skin plaster...