One Punch Monk

Chapter 67

Poet Ghost Lu Xuanji!
400 years ago, the article was the best in the world, leading the Taikang poetry style, known as "Panjiang Luhai" in the world.

400 years later, from Confucianism to yin cultivation, the cultivation base has become deeper, and the behavior has become more uninhibited.

If it is a Confucian sect who emphasizes etiquette and law, such actions will naturally affect the realm, but Lu Xuanji turned to Yin cultivation, but there is no hindrance.

On the contrary, as he let himself go, his poems became more and more unconstrained.

There are even rumors that a peerless poem that triggered a vision of heaven and earth more than ten years ago was his work of retreat.

Now Shi Gui is even more dignified. With a body of Yin cultivation, he has set foot in Haoran Academy, one of the nine great immortal gates.

In mid-air, a figure slowly descended, it was Lu Xuanji, the poet ghost.

At this moment, Lu Xuanji was wearing a black robe, with a white jade pendant hanging around his waist, with a hint of evil charm on his face, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, and a rebellious look in his eyes.

"Lu Xuanji?"

"It turned out to be him!"

As soon as Lu Xuanji landed, everyone immediately exclaimed.

"How could it be him?"

"The poet ghost has disappeared for a long time, why did it suddenly appear?"

"Yeah, is he going to do something again?"

"400 years ago, that was a great generation of Confucianism. Now it has been reduced to evil. It is really sad and deplorable."

After Shi Gui was revived, although he appeared briefly and then disappeared for a long time, there are still many memories of him at that time in the hearts of the world.

And many important figures present knew the horror of Shi Gui's strength!
"Dean, please invite that person"

"Need not."

Dean Song waved his hand, his Chinese character face was full of determination.

"This is my agreement with him."

"Dean."

Lu Daru wanted to say something, but was stopped by Dean Song.

At the beginning, Lu Xuanji was a member of the Confucian school, and he was also one of the strongest Confucian scholars in the Confucian school. He was only one step away from entering the upper third rank.

It's just that Lu Xuanji had great ambitions at the time.

He was born in the Lu family in Jiangdong, and his ancestors were the governors of the Wu Kingdom. Lu Xuanji and several friends participated in advocating the new Taoist sect that combines Confucianism and Taoism. He wanted to rule the entire Confucian sect and make the Confucian sect his subordinate. He has become a character like Yasheng in one fell swoop, and he also wants to become a land god.

For this reason, Lu Xuanji placed bets on behalf of the Lu family during the Rebellion of the Seven Kings, led the army as a literati, and took part in the Sima family's civil war with the trilogy.

It's a pity that Lu Xuanji missed a chess move, and was defeated by a peerless martial artist who stood opposite him at the same time. He was defeated and died.

Somewhat ironically, after the Sima Clan went south, the Xuanmen, which he strongly resisted, became the mainstream cultivation system in the Southern Dynasties, but Lu Xuanji did not see this scene.

After he was resurrected as a poet ghost, he abandoned the previous strategy of using the Lu family as the foundation to expand the influence of Taoism, and instead had even crazier ideas.

——Independently create a brand-new cultivation system by combining yin cultivation with Taoism, and prove the Tao through it.

In this life and previous lives, the poet ghost Lu Xuanji was an undoubted genius, arrogance, and outstanding person in this world!
Because of this, at the beginning of Lu Xuanji's resurrection, several strong men of Confucianism were also persecuted by Lu Xuanji to the extreme.

Once Lu Xuanji really became a saint, even though he was born in the Confucian sect and was one of the founders of Xuan sect, once he realized that crazy idea, then the Confucian sect would be in danger, so they chose to join forces and its repression.

It's a pity that in the end, they still didn't completely suppress Lu Xuanji and let him escape safely, because Lu Xuanji was so strong that they couldn't suppress it even if they joined forces.

Moreover, the current ghost poet Lu Xuanji is manic and moody. Although he doesn't kill people, he has countless methods to torture people to the point of mental breakdown and become extremely dangerous.

"Poetry Ghost, the Meeting of Flowing Cups, do you want to challenge me?"

At this time, a voice interrupted Lu Xuanji's thoughts, he came back to his senses, and looked at the speaker.

It was Shangguan Guan'er in a white robe.

"Good girl, have courage."

Lu Xuanji looked at the image in mid-air, laughed loudly, and praised it.

However, the next moment he suddenly changed his face.

"But you are not worthy of my Lu Xuanji challenge!"

Lu Xuanji's gaze suddenly turned cold, and his tone was full of sarcasm.

Shangguan Guan'er raised her eyebrows and said, "I didn't come to provoke you, I just wanted to tell you that I have already informed you of the rules of the Liushang Poetry Club. As for whether you abide by it or not, that's up to you."

"Humph!"

Lu Xuanji snorted contemptuously, and said: "I, Lu Xuanji, have never been restrained in my life, so you don't have to mention any rules or irregularities in front of me. I am here today not for the Liushang Poetry Fair, let alone for you! "

"Shangguan Sheren, don't force yourself."

Dean Song suddenly got up and said loudly.

Shangguan Guan'er's figure was upright, she was not afraid, she just said: "Principal Song, let Guan'er give you a try, how much is this poetic ghost!"

"Good, good, good!"

Lu Xuanji looked crazy, but in the next moment, there was an indescribable sadness.

It's hard not to doubt,
Is he seriously ill.

Lu Xuanji groaned step by step, his whole body swelled with Yin energy, and his whole body was like stepping on an invisible ladder, crossing the void.

"There are carriages and horses at the door, and they drive their hometown. I miss the king for a long time, and I have been involved in Jiangxiang. I throw my hands to the door, and the clothes are not as good as the clothes. I will cry with the guests, and cover the tears to talk about the warmth. Ask the nation. In the meantime, there are many relatives and friends who are sad about life and death, and old teeth are all withered. Cities and dynasties have changed, cities and hills have been deserted. There are many sun and moon in the graves, and the pines and cypresses are vast."

The artistic conception gradually appeared in mid-air, and Lu Xuanji's artistic conception was larger than that of everyone before, and not only a little bigger, but more than ten times larger than Cui Shenye's artistic conception!
As Lu Xuanji continued to chant, his artistic conception was still expanding!
Moreover, everyone present, regardless of their level of cultivation, felt a kind of extreme sadness.

The hometown is full of hills and barrens, the old house has become a graveyard, beside the pines and cypresses, I am left alone in the world, unaccompanied.

What's the point of living by yourself?
Many people looked blankly, and even showed a sense of grief and world-weariness.

"Believe in the way of heaven, how can life be safe and long?

Generosity is the only life, and only sorrow is the only thing to look up to. "

As the last sentence fell, Shangguan Guan'er, who swept the poetry meeting with an invincible posture before, was directly assimilated and swallowed by Lu Xuanji's artistic conception!

Shangguan Guan'er fell to the ground with a pale complexion, blood stains all over her white robe.

She looked at the hundreds of people present in horror, and there was an undetectable trace of death on her body!

The power of the ghost of poetry is so terrifying!
A single poem can make hundreds of people, including practitioners of high rank, develop a sense of lifelessness, and even have the will to die!
As for Dean Song, Lu Xuanji had obviously targeted him, and that artistic conception swept towards him from the air.

A ruler appeared in Dean Song's hand,
Slapped hard on the palm,

"Snapped!"

There was a loud noise in everyone's ears.

It is as if a student who is sleeping in class is gently awakened by the teacher with teaching aids.

"Shi Gui, let us settle the grievance between you and me."

Dean Song's face in Chinese characters was full of seriousness, and his voice fell as he spoke.

Haoran Academy's guardian formation suddenly activated.

Countless clear lights hang down from the sky, forming an oval cover.

And Shen Budu, who was watching the battle, keenly noticed that the academy seemed to have suddenly turned into another world, and the rules of the world had changed to a certain extent.

Facing Ling Kong Xudu, the poet ghost Lu Xuanji who was already standing in mid-air.

Dean Song was also not to be outdone, and also walked up step by step out of thin air.

"Today, you and I will decide whether to compete, or to decide whether to live or die!"

(End of this chapter)