Great Blue Night Watchman

To the east of the ancient country of Nanyang, near the East China Sea, is the home of the Sage of Poetry.

The terrain here is vast and you can see thousands of miles away.

The pavilions and towers here are full of endless charm.

The poems and songs here are the best songs in the world.

The long robes and sleeves here have always been Confucian, showing the elegance of humanity.

The Sage of Poetry started here, went straight up to Qinglian Mountain, and became the Sage of Poetry. His hometown has become the most desirable Sage of Poetry among the eighteen saints in the world.

Yes, the eighteen saints in the world have their own characteristics.

Confucianism is heavy and solemn.

Military strategists kill thousands of miles away.

And the poets are the most elegant.

As a human being, the pursuit of elegance and elegance is its nature, so the Sage of Poetry is the most imaginative of all the saints.

This peak on the side of the East China Sea is full of jade trees and white flowers, and it is like spring all year round. In the pavilions and towers, you can see literati walking in light clothes everywhere, and you can see the flowing light of literature and Taoism everywhere. In the eyes of millions of people below, that is the residence of gods.

At this moment, the east was dawning, the East China Sea was surging, the weather was fine, and there were a few clouds in the blue sky...

Another cloud flew from the far west. As the cloud approached, it turned out to be an ancient manuscript of poetry. The manuscript was like a butterfly flying in the sky, flapping its wings.

On the manuscript, two people stood side by side, a man and a woman.

The man was Zhuge Qingfeng, and the woman was Du Bing.

The manuscript under their feet was the sacred treasure "Wind Flipping" of the Poet Saint's family, which came from the poem written by the Poet Saint himself: "Occasionally, the east wind flips the blue water, and I feel that the world has changed."

The sacred treasure Fengfan, some people say wind sail, no matter what it is called, its basic function is to hurry.

From the far west of Zangzhou to the location of the Poet Saint's family, a journey of 100,000 miles, it only took one night.

Zhuge Qingfeng entered the Poet Saint's family, and many disciples below bowed to greet him. Zhuge Qingfeng was very special. His surname Zhuge was his mother's surname, but his father was a direct descendant of the Poet Saint's family.

Taking the mother's surname as the surname is because of the grand strategy of the Poet Saint Sheng Family. This way, they show goodwill to the Fire Clan and tell the Fire Clan that Zhuge Qingfeng is the son of two surnames. It does not mean that Zhuge Qingfeng is a collateral descendant. Instead, it means that he shoulders the heavy responsibility of the Sheng Family. Among the descendants of the Poet Saint Sheng Family, his status is unattainable.

In the past, Zhuge Qingfeng would return the gift, but today, in the sky, the manuscript of the poem instantly passed by and shot directly at the Shengzhu Peak.

On the Shengzhu Peak, the Poet Saint Sheng Family's Saint Lord Li Yiran suddenly raised his head.

His poetic wisdom eyes fell on Zhuge Qingfeng's face through the fog wandering in the mountains, and his heart jumped without warning.

Because he saw Zhuge Qingfeng's face, which was a bit panic.

Zhuge Qingfeng's face has never been panicked, at least, in the eyes of outsiders, he has never seen panic on his face. He is a wise man. Even if the sky falls, he always looks confident.

What happened today?

The manuscript of the poem fell gracefully, and Zhuge Qingfeng landed in front of Li Yiran in the Poetry Pavilion, while Du Bing stepped back half a step and bowed.

"Qingfeng greets the Holy Lord!" Zhuge Qingfeng bowed deeply.

"What happened?" Li Yiran got to the point in one sentence.

"The Holy Lord is wise, something big happened..." Zhuge Qingfeng briefly talked about the matter of Zangzhou...

Starting from the "Zang Wang Burial Area", Li Yiran's face suddenly became extremely calm...

After saying all, Li Yiran slowly raised his head and looked at the sky, his face changed...

One breath, ten breaths...

Li Yiran slowly lowered his head: "Sit!"

"Yes!"

Li Yiran also sat down himself, Du Bing stepped forward, poured tea for the Holy Lord and Zhuge Qingfeng, and then retreated behind Zhuge Qingfeng.

The Holy Lord exhaled softly: "Qingfeng is always wise, what did you see from this matter?"

"Lin Su's plan!" Zhuge Qingfeng spit out four words.

"Of course it was his plan!" The Saint said, "Where did his plan come from? Can you see it clearly, Qingfeng?"

"Where did it come from?" Zhuge Qingfeng frowned slightly...

The Saint slowly raised his head: "On the third day of April, Lin Su entered Zangzhou. On the twenty-seventh of April, the saint of the military strategist rebuilt the military strategist's family on the same day. Because of the reconstruction of the military strategist's family, the chess pieces of the court layout of Muye Villa were all returned to the military strategist in one day. The power of the military strategist to infiltrate the court was wiped out. Is this normal?"

Zhuge Qingfeng's eyes lit up: "Absolutely not normal!"

Muye Villa, infiltrating the court of Zangzhou, took the efforts of several generations. Some people even changed their surnames for several generations. After such efforts, they took the initiative to withdraw from the court because of the reconstruction of the military strategist's family. How could the military strategist's family, which has always been based on the military strategist's thinking, be like this?

There is only one situation that makes them not hesitate to cut off their wings and destroy their efforts, that is, the result is under their control.

They know that all the forces of the military strategist have withdrawn from the court, and the court is still under their control.

In other words, the day when Muye Villa sent out the signal for the reconstruction of the military family, the change of the imperial power in Zangzhou was already under their control!

And the day when the signal for the reconstruction of the military family was sent out was the night when Lin Su entered Muye Villa.

The Holy Lord said: "Lin Su entered Muye on April 3rd, Muye sent out the signal on April 4th, and on April 27th, the saint of the military family summoned all the descendants of the military family to return... In other words, he has clearly understood our actions against the royal family of Zangzhou. Withdrawing Muye's forces is actually a flaw he deliberately sold to us."

Zhuge Qingfeng let out a long breath: "The child completely understands!"

The Holy Lord looked at him: "What do you understand?"

"He is plotting what I am plotting!" Zhuge Qingfeng said slowly.

"Ordinary people plan things, low-level wise men plan people, and high-level wise men plan people's plans!" The Holy Lord said: "Qingfeng, in this game, you plan people, and he plans your plans. He knows that you intend to help the fourth prince kill the king, but you don't have the opportunity. He took out the protection around His Majesty to create this opportunity for you, so that you can succeed and eliminate all the heirs of the Dongfang family's royal family. Then, he used a move to make the King of Zang come out to completely end the inheritance of the Dongfang family's dynasty and firmly control the imperial power of Zangzhou in his hands!"

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!" Zhuge Qingfeng sighed: "My grandson's wisdom is still lacking. Grandpa's wisdom is the wisdom of a poet."

"Your wisdom was defeated by him, not because you are not as smart as him, but because he is in a higher position than you. His wisdom has already included the Holy Temple and the Three Heavens, while you have always focused on the secular world and know nothing about the situation in the Three Heavens. This is your shortcoming! Therefore, you should enter the Holy Temple!"

Zhuge Qingfeng slowly raised his eyes...

Enter the Holy Temple!

It is very difficult for others to enter the Holy Temple, but he wants to enter the Holy Temple in a moment.

A long time ago, the Holy Lord wanted him to enter the Holy Temple, but he refused because he did not want to be a mediocre member among the thousands of heroes in the Holy Temple. He hoped to do a few earth-shaking feats in the world and get the favor of the saints. Entering the Holy Temple would allow him to ascend to heaven in one step.

Based on this, he skillfully arranged the chaos in Donghe in the mortal world and achieved the star of wisdom. His cultivation path moved forward step by step and became the integration of the two paths of literature and cultivation.

However, the smooth journey always changed completely as long as he met Lin Su.

In the past, he thought that it was just the wisdom path itself that had its own advantages and disadvantages.

Now, after the reminder of the Holy Lord, he realized that this was because he did not have enough control over the overall situation.

He claimed to have a big picture, but he overlooked one thing. The so-called big picture can only be compared with the big and small. For ordinary people, the change of imperial power is obviously incomparable. However, for Lin Su, the struggle for the holy way in the three heavens is big, and the change of imperial power is actually small.

Therefore, he can see through the big picture and fiddle with it casually, turning the big picture that Zhuge Qingfeng thought was big into a big picture in an instant...

A big setback, an epiphany, what a painful understanding...

Du Bing next to him seemed to bow her head, but her heart was also rolling like the tide of May.

In her eyes, Zhuge Qingfeng in the past was omnipotent.

However, today's Zhuge Qingfeng has fallen from the altar.

Because he worked hard in Zangzhou for a whole year, and finally made wedding clothes for Lin Su. Even his most proud case of regicide was deliberately promoted by Lin Su.

This is very hurtful to the wise.

But she had no time to feel it. She slowly raised her head and said: "Holy Lord, Young Master, I don't know whether I should say something or not."

The Holy Lord looked back lightly: "Tell me."

Du Bing said: "Lin Su has learned about the Young Master's plan from Dongfang Pavilion. Will he do something about it?"

"This is worth asking, but don't worry about it!" The Holy Lord said: "Qingfeng is at best a counselor. A counselor shares the Lord's worries. How big a sin can he commit? Besides, even if he is guilty, it is not the turn of a mere regular in the Holy Temple. "Come and ask for punishment..."

Du Bing felt relieved. That's right. There are thousands of counselors in the world. When they help their lords, they make all kinds of suggestions. Some are immoral and some are foolish. No matter what kind, they must be adopted by their lords. Therefore, the world has always been to blame the lords for their crimes, and rarely ask the counselors for their crimes...

But Zhuge Qingfeng's heart moved. Grandfather's words have a hidden meaning...

It's not the turn of a mere Holy Temple Chang Xing to come and ask for punishment...

The meaning is very subtle. Could it be that this big move comes from the three heavens?

Otherwise, what qualifications does a poet saint have to say that the Holy Temple Chang Xing is "insignificant"?

In this way, the burial state plan that Grandfather asked him to plan is actually a part of the three heavens' great road competition?

When he thought of this, a layer of shadow in his heart instantly disappeared.

Great road competition, the meaning of the saints!

If the sky falls, all the saints will take action, so why should he, Zhuge Qingfeng, worry so much?

Suddenly, a voice came from the sky: "Li Yiran, you are wrong, this sin is not as small as you think!"

Li Yiran?

Who in the world dares to call the name of the Poet Saint?

The elders and disciples of the Poet Saint looked up at the same time and saw a golden boat far away in the sky.

The golden boat just came into view, and the next moment it suddenly enlarged and appeared directly on the Holy Lord Peak.

Zhuge Qingfeng and Du Bing also looked up at the same time, and their hearts were shocked at the same time.

The golden boat flew to the top of the peak, and the white clothes were like snow. A handsome man, but they would rather see a hundred big-headed ghosts than such a handsome guy, because he was Lin Su.

Li Yiran's body seemed to be stiff to a certain extent: "Lin Changxing has arrived, and the Poet Saint Saint Family welcomes him."

After saying this, his demeanor returned to normal, and he stood up to greet him.

Countless elders on the periphery came from all directions stepping on the treasures of literature and Taoism, but when they heard the words of the Holy Lord, they all stopped and bowed in the air.

The scene was quite harmonious for a while.

Lin Su smiled faintly: "The Holy Lord welcomes me personally, and the elder bows to me. It seems that I, Chang Xing, am not a 'mere' after all!"

Li Yiran's face was completely stiff.

He said something casually, and Lin Su, who was far away, heard it.

How could he defend himself when he was attacked?

He could only bow: "How dare I, Lin Chang Xing is joking... Lin Chang Xing respectfully asks you to move to Jingge, and I will serve you tea."

Don't say any extra words.

He had a secret meeting with his grandson Shu Ge and what he said in private, even if you heard it, you would hear it alone.

"There's no need to move. Let's just say a few words here!" Lin Su said: "Just now, the Holy Lord said that Zhuge Qingfeng's participation in the burial of the state was not a big sin. This statement is a big mistake, and this sin is a big one. , beyond your imagination.”

Zhuge Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat: "Brother Lin..."

After only uttering two words, Lin Su raised his hand slightly: "When you have time to speak, there is no need to rush to speak!"

Zhuge Qingfeng's half-stepped foot stopped...

Lin Su turned to the Holy Lord: "The Holy Lord just said that the pattern determines the vision, and the vision determines the height. This statement is indeed reasonable. In Zhuge Qingfeng's view, the imperial power of a country is a matter that reaches the sky. In the view of the Holy Master, in the face of the struggle between the avenues, Imperial power is worthless, but the Holy Lord knows that there is another bigger thing, and in the face of this matter, the struggle between the avenues is also worthless! "

The Holy Lord's heart was beating: "What's the matter?"

"Unintentional catastrophe!"

"Unintentional catastrophe..." The Holy Lord slowly raised his eyes, his eyes were confused...

"The unintentional catastrophe is about to occur, and the way of heaven will collapse and the holy way will be destroyed. Therefore, in the face of the unintentional catastrophe, the struggle between the great avenues is just a small internal fight. It must make way for the unintentional catastrophe!" Lin Su said: "But the situation where you buried the state is... Disrupting the rear of the human race's campaign is a response to the unintentional catastrophe. You have acted as the traitor of the human race! "

"No!" The Holy Lord shouted: "Old man...How dare I act as a human traitor? I'm just..."

His voice stopped suddenly, and the hearts of all the elders nearby were pounding...

Most of them knew about Burial State, and they all knew that it was an integral part of the great struggle.

Burial State is the location of Makino Villa, and indirectly also the location of the military strategist. Now, it is even more confirmed that Makino Villa has been promoted to the Holy Family.

The Three Heavens of Soldier Saints are making waves, and the confrontation with all the saints has become intense.

How can any of the major holy families below fail to see this level, so everyone is making their own responses.

The same is true for the Holy Family of Poets.

Once they control the royal family of Burian State and the literary and cultural circles of Burian State, they can effectively contain the Holy Family of Soldiers and Saints, especially since Burial State is still the forefront of the battle between humans and demons. In such a place, the power of poets and poets can be implanted. They will have a greater say in the battle between the avenues.

This intention is not too high.

It can even be said that it is the highest thing in the world.

However, Lin Su threw an unintentional disaster.

The Wuxin Tribulation is a higher level than the Great Dao Confrontation.

In the face of the unintentional catastrophe, the struggle between the great avenues is just a small fight within the human race. Win or lose will not affect the survival of hundreds of billions of human beings.

As for the Wuxin Catastrophe, they are faced with demons from outside the land. Once they fail, hundreds of billions of human beings will become the souls wandering under the swords of people from foreign lands. Even the saints will become prey under the swords of the saints from foreign lands because of the suspension of the order of heaven.

Therefore, in the face of the unintentional catastrophe, no matter what position you are in in the moral dispute, you must be united in dealing with the outside world.

This is the greatest "correct position"...

The Holy Family of Poetry intervened in the burial of the state, and suddenly it rose to a huge level, and was suddenly accused of being a "traitor of the human race" and "coordinating the unintentional catastrophe"!

This crime was too big, and Li Yiran said he couldn't bear it.

Lin Su's sharp eyes were firmly locked on Li Yiran: "You want to say that you are just responding to the orders from above. Do you think this is just a battle between the great avenues?"

Li Yiran was confused and didn't know how to answer at all.

The elders around him were even more confused and didn't know how to answer.

You answer that this is an order from above, who?

Do you dare to say it?

Your answer is not an order from above, that is, your Holy Poet Holy Family is seeking death. A small Holy Family has stepped into the huge whirlpool of "traitors of the human race", and you still want to escape unscathed?

Zhuge Qingfeng's back was dripping with cold sweat. He truly realized... that it was almost impossible for him to escape unscathed from this incident.

The turmoil in Burial State has crossed the border of Burial State and turned into a huge wave that directly affects the third heaven.

Could this be his real purpose?

He deliberately created opportunities for Zhuge Qingfeng, and his ultimate goal was to set off this storm against the Holy Poet's Family?

He, who is accustomed to treating others as chess pieces, became his chess piece today, and it was an almost unsolvable chess piece...

Everyone in the field was in a state of shock, but Lin Su was the only one who was the sure star.

He spoke slowly: "You feel embarrassed about this issue, well, I won't make it difficult for you! After the holy way has cleansed your heart, the people above will not blame you!"

As soon as his voice fell, a light flashed between his eyebrows, covering Li Yiran and Zhuge Qingfeng in front of him...

The Great Elder shouted: "Lin Changxing, please don't let this matter go..."

Before the voice fell, the surroundings suddenly changed...

A stream of literary light appeared in front of them. The stream of literary light was like a curling wave. Under the curl, the Holy Lord Peak stood before them, as if it was the end of the world...

Lin Su stared at Li Yiran: "Tell me, is there anyone on the third level of heaven who instructs you to disrupt Burial State?"

"have!"

"who?"

"Li Zhongliang, Secretary of the Capital of Poetry!"

Lin Su circled his hand...

The power of literature and art is like a shackle, layer upon layer in a moment.

Silently, Lin Su left in one step. On the Holy Lord Peak, Li Yiran and Zhuge Qingfeng were taken away by him at the same time.

Only one person, Du Bing, looked at the mountain peak in front of him dreamily.

With a whoosh, the first elder, the second elder, the third elder and more than a hundred elders landed on the Holy Lord Peak at the same time. The strong wind that rolled up turned over the manuscripts in the Holy Lord Pavilion, but there was no Holy Lord and no Zhuge Qingfeng.

The third elder's face changed drastically: "Is he taking the Holy Lord to the third heaven for a confrontation?"

"We need to contact the superiors immediately."

"Yes! This boy is best at finding loopholes. A small loophole can tear off a piece of flesh. Today's loophole is not small..." The eighth elder was anxious.

The first elder's face changed, and with a move of his hand, a pillar of holy incense was lit.

A shadow appeared in the air, it was Li Changsheng, the master of the Poetry Palace.

"Palace Master, Lin Su..." The first elder knelt on the ground and played, quickly telling the story.

Li Changsheng was originally calm and calm, as if a master had appeared, but his face suddenly changed at this moment.

With a light wave of his hand, he directly closed the communication channel, turned around, and another channel was connected. He stepped out, and the next moment, he appeared in the Poetry Capital.

"Please report to the Grand Commander, I have an urgent matter to see you!"

The guard of Shidu frowned: "Urgent matter?"

"Yes, very urgent..."

"Palace Master Li, you have to tell me what it is first..."

Li Changsheng's face darkened. He had already told me the urgent matter, but you were still making trouble. Am I, the Palace Master of Shigong, so worthless in your Shidu? You dare to make trouble with me, even a small gatekeeper.

At this moment, a holy light appeared on the Three Heavens Face Zun Bridge, and a man stepped through the air and stepped in front of the Grand Commander's Mansion of Shidu: "Grand Commander Li Zhongliang of Shidu, come out!"

The voice was like a sharp sword, piercing through the twists and turns of the Grand Commander's Mansion and reaching the innermost study.

In the study, Grand Commander Li Zhongliang's face darkened: "Who is so presumptuous?"

"Come out!"

Lin Su said two more words, which turned into two characters. With a slight sound, Li Zhongliang left the ground and was pulled out by him...

This time, it was earth-shattering!

Above the Poetry City, countless people simultaneously stepped on the pages of poetry and flew up...

Li Changsheng, who had already arrived at the entrance of the Poetry City, had a gloomy face: "No need to report, the urgent matter I want to report is this one!"

The gatekeeper stared at the platform of the Grand Dusi Mansion above, and couldn't believe his eyes at all.

The Grand Dusi was directly pulled out of the mansion by the neck by the visitor. Yes, he was pulled by the neck.

"Lin Su!" Two words suddenly came from the sky: "Is it too presumptuous to trespass into the Poetry City?"

The voice was infinitely desolate and infinitely majestic. Accompanied by these twelve words, the holy light in the air was faint, like the waves of the sea.

"Holy Lord!"

Everyone knelt down at the same time above the Poetry City, including Li Changsheng.

The Poet Saint spoke in person.

When he spoke, the sky was like the waves of the four seas.

Lin Su suddenly raised his head: "Poet Saint, there is a traitor of the human race in your Poetry City, and I am looking for you to ask for clarification! Come out!"

The first half of the sentence was already shocking.

The second two words were even more domineering.

The two words, with endless power of the Holy Dao, broke through the sky.

With a light bang, the waves of the Holy Dao in the sky were shattered. Lin Su's voice was like a sword that opened the sky, tearing through the frenzy of the twelve words of the Poet Saint.

Above Yidu, Yisheng suddenly opened his eyes and took a step forward. His shadow appeared above Yidu. There was light in his eyes. Pointing the sword at Shidu? This kid made another move, so tough?

Above Nongdu, Nongsheng was walking in the fields. Suddenly he took a step towards the fields. The next moment, his shadow also stood above Nongdu.

In Yinyangdu, Yinyangsheng and Ming Tianyan were talking about something. Suddenly they heard this earth-shaking voice. Their faces changed at the same time.

"He's back, pointing the sword at Shidu!" Ming Tianyan slowly uttered the eight words.

Yinyangsheng smiled slightly: "This saint will also give him courage!"

As soon as his voice fell, the holy shadow soared into the sky.

As a saint, he can know everything that happens between the eyes. In fact, he doesn't need the holy shadow to appear. In the past, they did so. Generally, they observe in secret and don't show their saints directly.

But today, for some reason, the saints standing on Lin Su's side made their own choices almost immediately. They didn't observe in secret, but directly showed their holy shadows in the sky.

This may be what the Yin-Yang Saint said: to give him courage.

The saints of their lineage rose to the sky immediately.