Ninth Grade Jailer: He actually went on a blind date with the leader of the Demon Cult at the beginn

In Kendo and Martial Arts, one or two Sword Intentions Penetrating Bones will appear every hundred years. That is because the base of practitioners is huge. Training in the winter and three days in the summer will always have some effect. However, scholars all over the world need to be enlightened and wise. This level is difficult for countless people, so their number is only one million. Therefore, the Confucian and Taoist talent [Literary Qi Penetrating to the Bone] at the same level as [Sword Intent Penetrating to the Bone] is said to be rare in a thousand years. One sight is never enough.

I really didn't expect that Li Zian had such top quality.

It was really hard to hide this from him.

Du Yan looked at Wang Yangming with great sadness: Old Wang, you are not kind.

Wang Yangming said with emotion: This is the decision of the mountain chief, but now that the mountain chief is not here, I don't know whether Zian's doing this is a blessing or a curse.

Du Yan was also a smart man, and he immediately understood Wang Yangming's worries. He asked in a low voice: Are you afraid that there will be a big demon king over there in Wan Yao Mountain who will forcefully attack Zian?

Wang Yangming nodded and said: If another sub-sage appears in Dayin, the demon barbarians will have a difficult time, so they will definitely kill any signs, even if they violate the oath and rules.

Three hundred years ago, Xu Jingshan, a great writer, had been unknown for decades, but he once shocked the world. He reached a new level every year and became a first-class Confucian and Taoist sage in ten years. He even moved to Twice Mountain and was located in Wanyao Mountain leading to Shangyang. On the only way to pass, the demon tribe suffered a blood loss. And he was able to accumulate a lot of experience and become a saint in ten years precisely because he has the foundation of literary spirit in his bones.

How can the demon clan allow another sub-sage with [literary energy to the bones] to emerge from the Central Plains?

And Li Nuo's various performances have the potential to become a Yasheng!

Hey, let's take it one step at a time.

Du Yan sighed.

Look, Zian is about to take action. What a terrifying Wen Qi. This is more than us old guys put together...

Several Lushan teachers who had exhausted their literary power showed their eyes brightly and marveled.

at this time.

Li Nuowen's energy surged extremely violently.

After breaking the seal.

The literary blessing of his war poems directly began to fill his literary heart and bones.

He walked towards the barbarian army step by step, with golden lotuses growing under his feet.

At this time, he was actually bathed in the vast literary energy and the bright Buddha's light!

Everyone was shocked!

The barbarian cavalry exerted great effort to control the war horse, which was so uneasy that it couldn't help but shrink back.

Li Nuo raised the blood-stained [Spring and Autumn Brush] and clicked verses directly in the air——

Wait until autumn comes, October 8th!

After my flowers bloom, all the flowers will be killed!

Boom boom boom——

In the void, these two lines of poetry instantly turned into bright golden light, and the literary energy rolled up like a mad dragon.

Chrysanthemums all over the palace fluttered in the wind, and for a moment, like a goddess scattering flowers, golden rain fell from the sky.

The garden is filled with spring scenery and cannot be shut down.

Hundreds of flowers bloom.

Now, its chrysanthemum moment has come.

On the field, anyone who has studied some poetry knows that Li Nuo was reciting a poem about chrysanthemums.

This caused a slight chill to penetrate everyone's body.

Never before has a poem contained such a meaning of killing!

Chrysanthemum, before the Qin Dynasty, was known as the four gentlemen of flowers together with plum, bamboo and orchid.

However, at the end of the Qin Dynasty and the beginning of the Zhou Dynasty, Qiu Ju was favored by a great scholar who did not want to become an official, and was endowed with the demeanor of an otherworldly hermit. From then on, Chrysanthemum has the aura of a hermit.

After Dayin took control of the Central Plains, Juhua was not favored by the officialdom.

Because, if anyone who is an official only wants to climb up, who would want to be a hermit?

The palace was filled with chrysanthemums, which was done privately by His Highness Qingyang.

Her mother, the empress of Emperor Jingshun, kept nagging about admiring chrysanthemums before she died of illness.

As a filial daughter, Qingyang naturally tried her best to satisfy her mother's requirements.

Even after the Queen passed away, she tirelessly sent people to collect chrysanthemum seeds all over the country. After so many years, she finally cultivated chrysanthemums grown in Lingnan.

This kind of chrysanthemum has a longer flowering period and will last until the end of October or even longer. It will wither when the first heavy snow comes in Chang'an.

The big boss in the court didn't like Ju, but he wouldn't say it out loud. After all, this was Qingyang's filial piety, and Dayin used filial piety to rule the world.

However, Li Nuo changed his usual attitude and actually gave Juhua an unwilling will and a monstrous murderous aura!

After my flowers bloom, all the flowers will be killed!

As soon as my autumn chrysanthemum blooms, all the flowers will wither!

If the peony is the king of flowers in spring, then in this bleak late autumn, my chrysanthemum is also the king of flowers!

Wang Yangming murmured: Thanks to Li Zian, his poems are all unique.

He deeply remembered that the Autumn Poems he sang in the Confucian Sage Pavilion also washed away the desolation of autumn and gave it a heroic feeling.

Now, although the second half of this poem has not yet been recited, Wang Yangming knows that this poem is definitely a world-shaking war poem!

Li Nuo laughed heartily, using his eclectic brushstrokes to outline a new world with the power of a leaping dragon and a tiger.

The incense array reaches the sky and penetrates Chang'an,

The whole city is covered with golden armor!

Boom boom boom!

The world is spinning.

Above the setting sun, Wenquxing, who should have been hiding, actually appeared!

Wenquxing!

Look, it's really Wenquxing. Li Zian's poems made Wenquxing move!

Wenqu Xingming moves, this is a war poem!

Look, the golden light over there at the Holy Temple is dazzling. I'm afraid this literary spirit can directly push Li Zian to the realm of a third-grade scholar, right?

Wenquxing, flashing, flashing again...

After seven consecutive flashes, it disappeared into the depths of the sky again.

The falling stars mixed with the cultural atmosphere of the Confucian Temple, directly covering Li Nuo.

And for a moment, the entire city of Chang'an was filled with a fragrance, a floral fragrance that made people suddenly enlightened, made people clear their temples, and restored their energy, blood, and energy!

The scarred soldiers sucked obsessively and crazily. When they opened their eyes again, they felt that they were filled with endless strength. Even if they fought for three days and three nights, they would not be exhausted!

Their eyes once again contained a fierce fighting spirit!

The strong wind blows, and the chrysanthemums are flying all over the sky, which is charming to the eyes.

The barbarians were facing the sharp wind that cut like knives, and it was difficult for them to make any progress.

This is not over yet...

Every piece of chrysanthemum falling on the warrior turned into a golden armor!

Golden Armor, look, I have golden armor on me!

Me too! Qiu Ju turned into golden armor in Zian's war poem! Haha, Northern Barbarian, come on, I am no longer afraid of the power of your swords!

The soldiers said ecstatically.

Someone did not believe in evil and poked the golden armor on the body with a weapon, and suddenly discovered that the defensive power was so strong that it could not be described as solid as a rock.

The whole city is covered with golden armor.

This is no joke.

Du Yan said with emotion: It turns out that the previous chrysanthemum poem was a preparation for this one. The two chrysanthemum poems came out at the same time, doubling the literary spirit and power. Li Zian is really a great talent!

Wang Yangming stroked his beard happily: Chang'an, we are saved!

The 30,000 remaining soldiers and generals were now like the God of War reborn.

Wearing golden armor, they charged towards the 200,000 barbarian cavalry under the point of Li Nuo's blade!

Boom boom boom!

Finally we were in close combat again.

But the elite barbarians were unable to resist this group of human warriors who were not afraid of life and death. Their swords slashed at the human warriors, but they could not hurt them at all. Their horses were still restless. The fragrance of chrysanthemums made the humans forget their fear, but they were not afraid of death. For the barbarians, it was poisonous gas, which infinitely amplified their inner fear.

In just half a stick of incense, the barbarian army was in chaos.

The army was defeated like a mountain.

Akler tried his best to control his mount, but he was still dragged back by the overwhelming force.

Although he was a third-grade barbarian, his strength seemed a bit weak in the melee of an army of two hundred thousand.

But he was really unwilling to do so.

He abandoned his horse, jumped up, and charged towards Li Zian.

He believed that as long as the leader was eliminated, the human race would return to its original state of being slaughtered by the barbarians.

Li Nuo's war poem is indeed very strong, but it can't kill a third-grade barbarian.

But looking at Akle rushing towards him, he grinned. He was afraid that Akle would endure it any longer. As long as he quit the palace and regrouped and tried again, he would be the one who failed.

But now, Akler actually rushed forward, which was different.

The literary energy infused by Confucian Temple and Wenquxing filled Li Nuo's entire body.

Don't forget, with the blessing of the Ancient Compilation of the Golden Book, any internal energy in his body can be used universally, as long as there are corresponding exercises.

In other words, although his internal power is exhausted at this time, the literary power that is about to overflow can be instantly transformed into internal power, even Buddhist power, and even true energy!

Akle, I will behead you today!

Li Nuo shouted loudly, and a ten-foot-long shadow appeared behind him.

The golden body of Dharma!

This is a blessing that is ten times more powerful!

It takes 20 million Buddhist powers to activate the [Intermediate Dharma Phase Golden Body], and two million Buddha powers will be consumed every second to maintain it. However, he has broken through the seal now, and his literary and Taoist cultivation has reached the sky in one step, reaching the fourth level of true At the peak of artistic conception, a full 500 million literary energy can be used for transformation.

Immediately, the pagoda knife in his hand swung towards Akler.

The Art of Drawing the Sword!

He didn't do any more testing.

He wants to finish his work in one battle.

Boom boom boom!

The literary energy turned into internal force again, and the golden light shined on the pagoda knife.

The sword power of a third-grade martial artist is unstoppable!

This sword seemed to split the world into two.

Akler's eyes were cracked, the corners of his lips were trembling, and his heart was bleeding.

This guy is really cheating!

Is there any pill in the world that can instantly restore internal strength?

Even the top [Da Huan Dan] and its ilk will take less than half an hour to recover, right?

But this kid is full of life now. Isn't this cheating?

But at this time, he could no longer avoid it.

He could only grit his teeth and perform the stunt of lowering the box.

The tiger soul is reincarnated!

[Tiger Soul Sword] The red blood was red, a ray of soul rushed out, and more than a thousand barbarian soldiers beside him were sucked into human beings in an instant.

The soul of the tiger soul turned from virtual to real, and its whole body was covered with long amber hair. Its eyes were like blood, and its murderous intent was overwhelming.

[Tiger Soul Sword] is a magical weapon refined by the great god Chi You by extracting the spine from the red tiger mount. It possesses the heroic soul of the red tiger.

At this time, in order to save his life, Akler had no choice but to summon this heroic spirit.

But in a hurry, he could only use the lives of the soldiers as sacrifices.

boom!

Li Nuo's sword, which contained the rolling sound of Buddha, disappeared in a flash between heaven and earth.

The tiger spirit opened its bloody mouth and bit the knife.

However, the stalemate only lasted for two breaths before the tiger spirit turned into blue smoke and dissipated in the wind.

The power of Li Nuo's sword was also greatly reduced. After it hit Akler, his skin only cracked and blood splattered, but it did not cause him any fatal injuries.

The tiger spirit was indeed the most powerful monster in ancient times. Although it had been dead for tens of thousands of years, this heroic spirit was still there. At this critical moment, it really saved Akler's life.

Poof.

Akler spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Then he fell from the sky.

However, he turned over, grabbed a horse and fled immediately.

Of course, Li Nuo also exhausted all his energy.

In fact, if Akler could turn around and kill Li Nuo at this time, he would have a great chance, but he did not want to fight Li Nuo desperately. This kid is cheating. What if he still has a trump card?

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins.

Akler lost his courage and naturally did not dare to gamble with his own life.

The top priority is to withdraw first, gather the troops, and regroup.

Watching the barbarian cavalry recede like a tide, Li Nuo stood motionless like a god of war, the setting sun leaving an intoxicating color on his face.

However, Li Nuo secretly complained in his heart.

Damn.

Too much force.

My whole body ached and my hand was broken.

Why is this big black bull so ignorant? Come and help him quickly.

Li Nuo winked at the big black bull.

Da Hei Niu, who was usually very sensible, was a little confused at this time.

Sir, what does this mean?

Do you want to lead the soldiers in pursuit yourself?

Um.

It's better to chase the poor bandits bravely!

Hehe, fortunately I also read some books on weekdays.

Got it, got it.

So the big black bull raised his heavy sword and said: Everyone, the barbarian cavalry has become frightened. Follow me in pursuit!

Kill, kill, kill!

The generals chased him excitedly.

Well, while the golden armor is still there, why not kill it now and keep it for the New Year?

Soon, 30,000 people rushed out of the imperial city, chasing the fleeing barbarian army.

Wan Yangming and Du Yan came hand in hand and helped Li Nuo up, one on the left and the other on the right: You're out of strength now. Let's help you go over and sit down.

Ahem, thank you two teachers.

Li Nuo said awkwardly.

From now on, you will be our God of War in Dayin.

Du Yan said with emotion.

Hey, now I'm the strong one, and now it's up to the princess.

Li Nuo said.

His promise to Qingyang was finally fulfilled.

Wang Yangming said seriously: Remember to write down those two poems of yours later, um, on fifty-year-old paper.

Du Yan understood the idea and hurriedly agreed: Yeah, you can choose the title of the poem yourself, but as for the subtitle, hehehehe...

If Jian Yuyan is not here this time, no one will snatch it, right?

Li Nuo gave Wen Dao a bad start.

Nowadays, whenever scholars compose poems, they are forced to write the title and subtitle of the poem, as if this will make the poem famous throughout the ages.

Li Nuo said helplessly: Teacher, if you have any medicine over there, hurry up and get it. My Confucianism and Taoism have been exposed. I'm afraid I will have to face the demon world tomorrow.

Wang Yangming said hurriedly: Yes, yes, I almost forgot about this. Brother Du, we will escort Li Nuo to the Confucian Temple immediately. With the blessing of the Confucian Temple, Zian's threat should be smaller.

Li Nuo's literary energy surged, but his literary cultivation had only improved a level, and he was now at the fourth level of true artistic conception.

To go further, literary power is enough, but there is still one thing missing.

Confucianism and Taoism are very interesting.

To advance from the fifth level to the fourth level, you need to make a war poem.

To advance from the fourth rank to the third rank, one must establish a reputation and write books, or perform great meritorious deeds and become a great scholar in the world!

Ren Tianxing has made great ambitions to create a harmonious world. This is both a promise and a great merit. Once successful, he will become a unique third-grade Confucian and Taoist scholar.

However, this road is naturally extremely bumpy.