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The dense blood clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and the falling blood rain gradually stopped.The golden scepter in the floating Bone King's hand was raised above his head, and the next moment a green magic circle appeared under Xuanyuan Jingcheng's collapsed body on the Soul Fighting Stage.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng's broken body was emitting a faint green light. All the members of the Tiandou team looked at Xuanyuan Jingcheng with their hearts filled with tears.The wounds on Xuanyuan Jingcheng's body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood stains gradually faded and disappeared.

Tang San and others in the audience were also very worried about Xuanyuan Jingcheng. Even if they were opponents, they couldn't hate people like Xuanyuan Jingcheng.Even though he was defeated time and time again, his breathtaking smile could always deeply touch people's hearts.

Emperor Luanxing was filled with emotion and pity after seeing Xuanyuan Jingcheng like this. Why would such a genius appear in such a country? Judging from Xuanyuan Jingcheng's various performances, he is an almost perfect person.Possessing natural affinity and unparalleled appeal...

It is precisely because of this that there is a trace of killing intent in the majestic eyes of Emperor Luanxing. Since such a genius is not from Luanxing Continent, he has no choice but to get rid of him.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who was on the soul fighting stage, slowly opened his eyes, and seemed to hear some ethereal sounds in the hazy moment. "A very good young man... My Confucian lineage has finally seen hope..." An extremely old voice echoed in Xuanyuan Jingcheng's mind.Xuanyuan Jingcheng opened his blurry eyes and found himself in a small, damaged attic. The dusty ancient books gave off an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes of life.

There were no flowers in the flower pots on the windowsill, and the rotten floor made people feel lonely.Heavy footsteps slowly came out from the inner room, and an old and twilight figure slowly appeared in front of Xuanyuan Jingcheng.An old man wearing a white robe and a gray beard was looking at Xuanyuan Jingcheng carefully, his eyes clear and bright.It seems that all the vast scenery in the world has been gathered together, making people immersed in it.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng's eyes were slightly surprised, he clasped his hands and smiled lightly: "Excuse me, old gentleman, where is this place?" The old man looked at Xuanyuan Jingcheng and laughed and said: "Young man, this is the Holy Tower... but it has not been there for many years. People have come in, but it seems a bit shabby..." Xuanyuan Jingcheng's eyes were full of curiosity and he sighed: "It does look like this, but everything that used to be here seems to be in front of you..."

After hearing Xuanyuan Jingcheng's words, the old man touched his gray beard and said with interest: "Oh? Why don't you tell me what you saw?" Xuanyuan Jingcheng pointed at the flowerpot without flowers and said longingly: "Flowers Although there are no flowers in the pot, the soil in the pot is still moist and fresh. The flowers withered due to the passage of time, but the person who watered the flowers never gave up..."

"Although everything in the attic is dilapidated, the room is spotless. What puzzles me is that the books on the table seem to have not been read for a long time. How long has it been..." Xuanyuan Jingcheng said with a slightly serious look.

The old man was very satisfied after hearing Xuanyuan Jingcheng's answer. He took a few steps forward and said, "You are right. This attic has existed for countless years... at least I have stayed here. Tens of thousands of years..." After hearing the old man's words, Xuanyuan Jingcheng felt horrified in his heart. Who is the old man in front of him?

Seeing Xuanyuan Jingcheng's surprised look, the old man waved his hand and replied: "Young man, the Holy Pen of Wen is in your hand..." Xuanyuan Jingcheng was surprised again, and then called out the Holy Pen of Wen.I saw that the Haoran's righteousness was particularly active after the Wen Sheng Pen appeared, and the Wen Sheng Pen flew into the old man's hand without any control.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng looked at the old man's clear eyes that were covered with haze, as if he was seeing an old friend he hadn't seen for many years. "I haven't seen you for a long time, but you are still the same as before. My..." the old man held the literary pen and sighed.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng also realized that the old man in front of him was extraordinary, and it was very likely that he was the former owner of the Wen Sheng Pen. "Dare you ask me about the old gentleman and the Wen Sheng Pen...?" The old man said fondly: "I am the previous owner of the Wen Sheng Pen. You can also call me Wen Sheng." After hearing the old man's words, Xuanyuan Jingcheng looked at him with respect.

The old man looked at everything around him and said calmly: "This is the Holy Tower, which belongs to another space. There are literary saints from all ages living in the Holy Tower, and each generation of literary saints can only be one person. Literary Saint is a title, and only the literary saint is called one. Only those recognized by the holy pen can be called literary saints.”

The old man looked at the flowerpot on the window sill and said with nostalgia: "The flower in the flowerpot is a Bianhua flower, which was cultivated by the previous literary saint. At the same time, he was also my teacher... After the teacher left, the Bianhua flower became increasingly dim. Every day I Everyone watered it. But the good times did not last long, and the flower on the other side withered in a hundred years..."

The old man walked to the window sill and gently picked up the flowerpot. He stared at the soil in the flowerpot and said with complex eyes: "After that, I still watered every day as before. Maybe it's the persistence deep in my heart. I always look forward to seeing the flowers on the other side." One day it will bloom again..." Xuanyuan Jingcheng also turned his attention to the flowerpot.

"It is said that the flower of the other shore grows on the road to hell." The teacher once said to me, "the flower of the other shore is very beautiful, but I don't want you to see its beauty..."

The old man slowly placed the flower pot in its place and sighed: "Well, people always stir up emotions when they get old. I guess you young people don't like to hear it after saying so much, that's all..." Xuanyuan Jingcheng slowly shook his head calmly. Said: "Only one word in the world is love, which is the most complicated, and the one that does not allow others to make fun of..."

After hearing Xuanyuan Jingcheng's words, the old man's eyes were complicated and he smiled elegantly: "That's very good. It seems that the choice of the Literary Saint Pen is unquestionable..." "If nothing else happens, you should be the next Literary Saint. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng's eyes moved slightly and he asked in surprise: "Does having the Wen Sheng Pen mean that you must inherit Wen Sheng?" The old man seemed to have anticipated Xuanyuan Jingcheng's question and laughed: "That's what I asked my teacher at the beginning, so you What do you think?"

"Well, the plane you are currently in is too low. With the Wen Sheng Pen, you will definitely be able to reach the peak of your plane within ten years, and when you fall down, you can go to a higher plane..."

"Literary Sage has always been just a title. Don't let the title of Literary Sage limit you. Just follow your heart, and the future will be wonderful..." Then the old man and the attic disappeared into a starlight between heaven and earth.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng bowed deeply to the disappearing old man and the holy building and said with an elegant smile: "Shan..."

In the holy building, the old man stood quietly in front of the window sill and looked at Xuanyuan Jingcheng who was bowing. He saw the shadow of his teacher in Xuanyuan Jingcheng's body.

The old man's eyes suddenly became blurred with tears, and a teardrop slowly fell from his clear eyes.The crystal tears rolled down the face and fell into the flower pot...

A faint white light gradually emitted from the flowerpot, and the soil was faintly loosening.A white Bianhua flower is slowly blooming, and an elegant spring breeze faintly appears on the Bianhua flower.