The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2192 Yellow River Pot

"How vast the wild grass is, and the white poplars are also rustling.

In the middle of September, the severe frost sent me out to the far suburbs.

No one lives on all sides, and the high tombs are towering.

The horses neigh to the sky, and the wind blows itself.

The secluded room has been closed, and there will be no more morning for a thousand years.

There will be no more morning for a thousand years, and the wise men can do nothing.

People who have always seen each other off return to their families.

Relatives may be sad, but others have already sung.

What is there to say about death, the body is buried in the mountains...ah..."

The last sentence was originally "婀同山ah", "Ah" sounds the same as "婀" in "婀娜", but the great scholar suddenly changed it to "Ah".

Many people originally bowed their heads in silence, and were deeply surprised when they heard the voice. They did not expect that the great scholar actually sang the wrong word. When they looked up, they saw that the great scholar actually threw the Wenbao pen out and took a half step back.

Many people were shocked, and then they found that Wei Huangan actually stretched out his hand to lift the curtain, staring at everyone, his eyes still moving.

"Ah..." The two female nurses were so scared that they let go of the stretcher and ran away. Fortunately, the great scholar was quick-witted and stretched out his hand to hold the stretcher with his talent to prevent Wei Huangan from falling to the ground.

The great scholar smiled helplessly and said, "Brother Huangan, why is this?"

Wei Huangan's eyes burst into a strange light, and he slowly said, "My talent is still there."

"Impossible!" The great scholar was extremely surprised. After speaking, he picked up the Wenbao pen and tried it, saying, "This pen has become a Wenbao, and you absolutely cannot have residual talent."

Wei Huangan said helplessly, "I really have talent in my body. If you don't believe me, you can check it out."

The great scholar nodded, stretched out his hand and touched Wei Huangan's forehead, then retracted his hand, with a strange look on his face, frowned slightly, and suddenly flew to the wall of Liangjie Mountain, holding the Wenbao pen condensed with Wei Huangan's talent, and injected talent.

The Wenbao pen glowed brightly, and power gushed out, forming a giant axe, filled with murderous intent, slashing at the monster in front, with the same power as the Wenbao pen of an ordinary scholar.

The scholar pondered for a few breaths, suddenly raised his head, looked at a strange star in the sky, the fragment of Wenquxing, and then suddenly realized, and sent a letter to the guardian scholar Chen Ben and the Holy Academy.

Soon, many powerful scholars came together, took Wei Huangan away, and issued a gag order.

The scholars nearby looked at the fragments of Wenquxing in the sky and the higher new Wenquxing thoughtfully, realizing that the human race might usher in a new upheaval, and it seemed to be a good change.

The battle on the two worlds mountain was in full swing.

The armies of Liangjie Mountain, the armies of the Ten Kingdoms, and the armies of the ancient lands joined forces to fight the enemy. The battle was extremely fierce. Every day, a large number of scholars died in the battle, but every day, scholars who had been tempered would make progress. Scholars with Jinshi or higher literary rank were often promoted on the spot, which greatly boosted the morale of the human race.

The Holy Court Cabinet has begun to prepare to launch the "Pre-War Holy Selection" that was once carried out during the first Liangjie Mountain War.

Let scholars with literary rank below Jinshi participate in an additional examination outside the formal imperial examination, which will be supervised by the semi-saint clones. Once passed, the literary rank will be promoted. After taking a formal imperial examination and taking a make-up exam next year, they can obtain a formal literary rank.

The morale of the city section in charge of the Jing Kingdom army was high because an old Hanlin made a breakthrough on the spot and was promoted to a university scholar.

Zhang Poyue, looking exhausted, walked to the rear of the army of Jing State, bowed to the old Hanlin, and said with a smile: "Mr. Li, congratulations."

The old Hanlin Li Zhiliang smiled and said: "Old, old, if I had become a university scholar five years ago, I would have made a push for the great scholar. Five years later, there is no hope for the great scholar. General Zhang, I will not return to Jing State after the rotation of defense in three months."

Zhang Poyue was stunned for a moment, habitually stroked the thick black beard on his chin, nodded slightly, and said: "That's the case. After all, you were selected as one of the ten old Hanlins, and now you have become a university scholar. Your "Yellow River Song" may be promoted to the fourth realm. Unless a master above the Great Khan of the Demon Clan takes action, you will be safe and sound."

The soldiers on the side looked at Li Zhiliang with envy. This old Hanlin was a famous poet in Jing State when he was a Jinshi. Because he lived by the Yellow River since he was a child, he created a Jinshi war poem "Yellow River Song". Later, his friend was killed by the demon barbarians. Li Zhiliang was hit hard and remained silent for many years, but he had been practicing "Yellow River Song" hard. He had practiced "Yellow River Song" to the third level many years ago.

The first level of "Yellow River Song" is just ordinary, just calling out the water of the Yellow River to attack the enemy, the second level can form the image of the Yellow River condensing into ice, both offensive and defensive, and the third level of "Yellow River Song" can condense into the Yellow River Ten Thousand Carp, which is as powerful as the ordinary university scholar's war poem.

If "Yellow River Song" can be promoted to the fourth level, then the strength of this new university scholar can barely match that of the new great scholar.

Li Zhiliang smiled and said, "I have just been promoted to university scholar. I will first get familiar with the power of this level before going to the Holy Temple to study. First learn the "Three Farewells to the Barbarian Emperor". "Looking northwest, shooting the wolf in the sky", it is extremely majestic."

Zhang Poyue nodded, stood aside to rest, and stared into the distance in a trance.

The scholar from Jingguo on the side was also lost, and I don't know what he was thinking.

Li Zhiliang was rising steadily, and after arriving at the rear of the Jingguo army, he wrote his best war poem "Yellow River Song".

After the poem was finished, he was still in the third realm. A trace of regret flashed across Li Zhiliang's eyes, but then he returned to normal and continued to fight and familiarize himself with the new power.

After practicing all the powers, Li Zhiliang looked surprised, and then sent a voice message to Zhang Poyue: "General Zhang, after you were promoted to Grand Secretary, did you see any strange phenomena in the stars of the Wen Palace?"

Zhang Poyue replied in doubt: "Nothing unusual, Mr. Zhiliang, can you tell me in detail?"

"I just practiced all my powers, and the others are similar to the powers of the university scholar described in the book or rumors. Only the stars in my Wen Palace condensed by "Yellow River Song" are particularly different, as if they are about to fall. Eh..." Li Zhiliang suddenly stopped transmitting the sound.

Zhang Poyue looked at Li Zhiliang curiously, and saw that a brilliant star suddenly flew up behind Li Zhiliang. It was only the size of a fist, and there was nothing special at first glance, but upon closer inspection, the star was full of mysterious meaning, as if a world was born.

The star stopped when it flew to a height of ten feet above Li Zhiliang's head, and continued to shrink and expand, and the light trembled, attracting many nearby scholars to watch.

After a few breaths, the star suddenly stopped shrinking and slowly condensed into a jade pot.

The jade pot was about a foot high and green all over. A mighty Yellow River was carved on the surface of the jade pot, coming from the sky and flowing to the end of the world. It was not a dead object, but was flowing, like a shrinking Yellow River.

Li Zhiliang laughed and said, "This thing should be the 'Yellow River Pot'."

After saying that, he pointed his finger and saw that the carving on the surface of the Yellow River Pot became active, and the turbid river water flew out of the pot, and the river water was covered with carp condensed in the river water. This river water was very small at the beginning, but it swelled against the wind, and finally formed a river carrying countless giant carp from the Yellow River and rushed towards the enemy like a complete "Yellow River Song".

Both the human race and the monsters in the distant camp showed incredible expressions.

Afterwards, Li Zhiliang turned and flew into the Liangjie Mountain, and sent a message to Zhang Poyue: "The Western Saint summoned me, and I will leave for the time being."

Zhang Poyue hurriedly asked: "What is the Yellow River Pot?"

"I also got it by accident, and I don't know why. Maybe His Majesty the Western Saint can explain it."

Zhang Poyue suddenly remembered the undead Wei Huangan, and his face showed joy.

"This is a sign of the great prosperity of the human race!"

At this moment, the horns in the monster camp sounded continuously, and the monsters left like a receding tide.

The human soldiers quickly cleared the battlefield, and many scholars began to discuss Li Zhiliang and the Yellow River Pot.

The next day, a piece of news spread among the human race. As the power of Wenquxing increased, the power of the human race also increased. Now the saints of the human race are studying new powers. Soon, they may find a way to transform the Wengong stars into strange powers.