Great Wei scholar

But Xu Qingxiao was also calm.

It's just that the expressions of the three of them became more and more strange. Xu Qingxiao and Gu Yan didn't know what the contents of the family letter were, so they were a little curious.

Time passed bit by bit, and it was another quarter of an hour. Finally, the three of them put down the letter from home, folded it and put it back in the envelope.

Then the representative of Shanxi Merchants spoke.

"Gu Shangshu, there is a message in the clan that the local people do not want to harvest in advance, but the clan has already negotiated with the people, as long as the price negotiated before..."

He opened his mouth, but couldn't finish.

Suddenly, the golden light outside became more intense.

At this moment, Xu Qingxiao frowned slightly.

"How did you unpack the second poem?"

"Or, is there someone who also wrote famous poems through the ages?"

Xu Qingxiao was a little curious, but following his own voice, Xu Qingxiao understood that he had opened the second letter.

"This!"

The representative of the Shanxi Merchants looked outside, and after pondering for a while, he was about to continue talking, but suddenly, the golden light became stronger, and a boom sounded.

at this time.

Xu Qingxiao stood up involuntarily, opened the window himself, and looked at Dawei Jingdu.

The whole of Kyoto is bathed in golden light, and the three ancient poems on the sky are like three suns, reflecting everything.

"what happened?"

Xu Qingxiao frowned, he purposely sealed his talent in poetry, originally planned that Chen Xinghe would come up with one, and after he won, he would come up with another one tomorrow, and it would end with almost three famous poems through the ages.

But you have already come up with three songs in one breath?

This is a bit odd.

Before Xu Qingxiao could react, the fourth famous poem through the ages appeared.

"No!"

Xu Qingxiao yelled in his heart, and the four famous poems appeared, I'm afraid that Liyang Palace will collapse.

More importantly, I don't need so much talent anymore.

The more talent you have, the more troublesome your cultivation will be.

Thinking of this, Xu Qingxiao used the holy weapon in his body, the Eight Desolation Bell, to suppress all his talents with his own righteousness, so as not to make a big mistake.

The terrifying talent was absorbed into Xu Qingxiao's body in an instant, and this person couldn't see it with the naked eye, and even the great Confucian couldn't detect it.

But in less than a while.

Xu Qingxiao's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

"All taken apart?"

Terrible talent, in a form that cannot be seen by the naked eye, is like a vast ocean, rushing towards his body.

The Spring and Autumn Brush, the Exhortation Ruler, the Eight Desolation Clock, the Word Book, and the Gentleman's Sword absorb these talents at the same time.

But this talent is too terrifying.

There are seven famous poems through the ages.

"Damn!"

Xu Qingxiao didn't know what happened, but he believed it wasn't caused by his senior brother.

Someone forced his brother to open the letter.

Such a terrifying talent pouring into his body almost made Xu Qingxiao directly break through the realm of great Confucianism.

It is not a good thing to directly break through the Great Confucianism without writing a book.

Moreover, after becoming a great Confucian, I want to improve my cultivation level. It will be extremely terrifying to suppress the demons, and it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky by myself.

"No! Can't be suppressed!"

In the end, Xu Qingxiao really had no choice. He couldn't hold back so much talent. Unless he sacrificed the sacred artifact in his body, the only way out was to forcefully break through to the Confucianism.

But that's not possible.

Thinking of this, Xu Qingxiao had no choice but to release these talents.

It will be absorbed slowly after a while.

It is impossible to waste, it's just that Xu Qingxiao can't absorb so much talent all at once.

The only trouble is, I'm afraid there will be a...super vision later.

But there's no other way, it's the only way.

boom!

And after Xu Qingxiao unleashed his talents.

In Liyang Palace.

The great talents of the ten countries have come to their senses.

They were silent with each other, not daring to raise their voices again.

But as the vision disappeared, suddenly, his mind became active again.

Even at the end, someone suddenly thought of a possibility, and immediately shouted it out.

"Fake, fake, everything is fake, I fully understand that all visions are man-made."

"He is a great Confucian in the world, but unfortunately, he can't maintain such a terrifying vision."

"Yes, yes, all the poems through the ages are fake, and everything is man-made visions. As expected, paper cannot contain fire."

"That's it. How can a person write seven ancient poems overnight? I don't believe it!"

"Man-made vision! There is a possibility!"

I don't know who yelled and said such a fallacy. After seeing the vision of the sky completely disappear, they calmed down for a while.

But after a while, I found that all the visions had indeed disappeared.

Only then did he dare to continue to express his point of view.

They don't believe it!Believe it or not!

And these remarks were instantly recognized by all the talents in the ten countries.

Even the literati of the Great Wei couldn't find a suitable reason to answer for a while.

Because it seems...it is really possible.

But for Chen Zhengru and others, this kind of theory is simply absurd, because even the world's great scholars cannot create such a vision.

Unless you come into contact with the holy way.

But why did all the visions suddenly disappear?

They are also very curious.

But the next moment.

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

"Look! What's that in the east?"

A shocking sound resounded, and the next moment, the eyes of Qi Shushu looked towards the east.

Pentium's ocean-like talents surged towards the Great Wei Jingdu.

It is endless, as if it is as long as three thousand miles.

Talent comes three thousand miles east!

At this moment, Dawei Jingdu... was quiet.

Chapter 138 : The Scary Behind the Scenes!

Great Wei Jingdu.

From Yang Palace.

The rolling talent comes from the east, stretching for three thousand miles.

The mighty talent is shocking.

Like the holy light, it reflects the sky and shines in all directions, drowning everything.

All the people in the capital of Great Wei fell silent.

People watched all this quietly.

All the previous visions suddenly disappeared, but now everyone fully understands why.

Because all the visions condense together to form this incomparable vision.

Talent comes three thousand miles east.

How terrible this is.

The Ten Kingdoms were silent, and they opened their mouths again and again, wanting to say something, but faced with such a vision, they could no longer say a word.

The talented scholars of the Ten Kingdoms completely felt a sense of powerlessness.

Before, when Xu Qingxiao wrote poems, they could be said to have leaked the title.

Now that Xu Qingxiao writes poems, they can criticize them.

But now that the Seven Poems have been handed down, what reason do they have to refute Xu Qingxiao and Da Wei.

Even if there is someone behind the scenes, so what?This can also prove the strength of Confucianism and Taoism in the Great Wei Dynasty.

Seven poems town ten countries, and the talents come three thousand miles east.

The spirit in the eyes of the talented scholars from the Ten Kingdoms was completely gone, and the arrogance in their hearts was also wiped out by Xu Qingxiao.

Feeling helpless, Xu Qingxiao seemed to be a sacred mountain, standing in the hearts of everyone, in the hearts of all literati.

silence.

silence.

silence.

At this moment, a sacred mountain appeared in everyone's heart, the sacred mountain in the literary world, and Xu Qingxiao stood on the sacred mountain. His back was like a saint, so they could only look up.

The spirits of the great talents from the Ten Kingdoms were gone, as if they were spinning, and everyone looked lonely. They had been preparing for several years to participate in the Taiping Poetry Fair.

The reason is to hope to overwhelm everything at the Taiping Poetry Fair.

But the result?

The Great Wei Dynasty was in decline, and the literary world was in decline, but there was Xu Qingxiao, an eternal evildoer.

People were quiet, and no more words could be said.

"Brother Xu, you are an amazing talent."

"Brother Xu, swallow mountains and rivers with anger."

"Seven Poetry Town Council, the talent has traveled three thousand miles east, so-and-so, convinced!"

The next moment, voices came from the literati of the Great Wei Dynasty. They were completely convinced by Xu Qingxiao, and they wrote seven poems that have been handed down through the ages. How could this not convince them.

With such a talent, there will be no one in 5000 years.

At this moment, for some reason, one thing suddenly came to mind in everyone's mind, and that was whether Xu Qingxiao would really become... a saint.

From outside the Yang Palace.

Chen Zhengru and the others looked at the three-thousand-mile talent, and couldn't help twirling their beards. He really couldn't help admiring the eternal talent.

But soon, Chen Zhengru's gaze slowly fell on Sun Jing'an.