Respectfully ask Your Majesty to kill the immortal

Chapter 261 Ten Sins of the Third World
Xu Mochen decided to try to use Xuehai's water to wash Wenshan's ink characters. He was ready.

This sea of ​​literature and learning is all accumulated by Lin Zhuxi's inability to break through the bottlenecks in the process of proving immortality through literature.

Strictly speaking, it is distracting thoughts.

He didn't know if he could resist it, but Tang Derun was actually a deer, and he couldn't stand the blow.

Xu Mochen originally received modern education, but after coming here, he didn't pay attention to the literature of this world, and the two are not compatible.

When the sea water fell, he activated the eight-phase condensed soul to protect his physical body and soul tightly.

The physical body is fine, after all, it is at the level of Jindan realm, with the blessing of supernatural powers, the sea water only corrodes part of his clothes.

But the Wen Dao power contained in the water penetrated into the skin and rushed directly to his mind.

Xu Mochen felt like whips were whipping him one after another, and his whole head seemed to explode.

The literary dao in this world was given to the human race by the immortal cultivators, with the intention of controlling and manipulating the human race.

The emphasis is on the heaven, earth, monarch, relatives and teachers, like five shackles, tightly imprisoning Xu Mochen's consciousness.

As a result, he fell into a coma for a moment, and fell into the sea of ​​learning below along with the sea water.

There is a vast sea of ​​learning, and the power of writing and dao contained in it is even more inexhaustible. The moment Xu Mochen fell into it, he recovered a little bit of perception.

In fact, it may be better not to recover, then you won't feel the pain.

All kinds of negative emotions washed over him, and his heart was overwhelmed.

Even so, Xu Mochen was still working hard, he thought that even if it was a little bit, he had to digest and resist.

He didn't want to die, and he couldn't die.

Not knowing where this emotion came from, Xu Mochen tried hard to open his eyes.

It was pitch black all around, and he didn't know where he was sunk in the sea of ​​learning.

The bright light above dimmed little by little, and Xu Mochen felt that he would soon be engulfed by darkness.

... swallowed by darkness?

He couldn't help frowning, this feeling seemed very familiar.

A person who sinks into the ocean always unconsciously wants to catch something.

Xu Mochen stretched out his right hand towards the small bright spot above.

Suddenly, the small bright spot became bigger and brighter, engulfing him whole.

Xu Mochen remembered, and new memories flooded into his mind.

The third of the ten sins.

What he saw in front of him was a luxurious and luxurious house, and the outside was filled with the fragrance of birds and flowers. He stood at the window and turned around to glance at the room. There were several rows of bookshelves inside, filled with books.

There is also a desk with pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and rice paper spread out.

On the rice paper were written the four big characters "Writing to Convey the Way", and the ink was still wet.

He is the youngest prince of a small country in the east, and also the most talented one.

This year, he was only 17 years old.

At the age of 17, the articles, characters, and poems and songs he wrote have become famous all over the world.

This world refers not only to the small country he is in, but to the entire land of Middle-Earth.

The reason why he has such a literary talent is not only his own talent, but also closely related to the small country his father ruled.

It was also a troubled time, with other countries vying for war, valuing martial arts and despising culture, but the country he was in paid great attention to the rule of culture.

The country does not have a powerful army, a tall city, or a sharp weapon, but it has the most and most precious books in all of Middle-earth.

He remembered the sentence his father said the most, that is "Wu Ke can rule the country, Wen Neng can prosper the world".

The particularity of the country's foothold makes it like a wonderful flower in troubled times.

The emperor personally issued an edict, collected all kinds of books in the world, and accumulated them year by year, and finally had the current situation.

When he was young, his father took him by the hand, opened the door of the library, and saw rows of tall bookshelves with thousands of books neatly stacked on them. His heart was shocked.

It was at that time that he entered the world of Wen Dao and was deeply addicted to it.

From spending a month reading a book, to a book in ten days, to a book a day, to a book in the last stick of incense.

The more you read, the more you read, and the faster you go.

He has not counted all the books in the library, and he has only read half of them after a few years.

I told my father about this matter, and the latter just smiled: There are endless books in the world.

Only later did he realize that it wasn't that he hadn't finished reading it, but that after reading it, his father would still collect new books.

It can be said to be endless.

Then he gradually understood that no matter how many books he reads, they are only books written by others.

In the end, you have to write down what you want to express.

He started to write, and he didn't know why, as if he was the son of Wenyun favored by heaven, and he was always open in this respect.

I don't know when it started, but he always stood alone in the courtyard, looking up at the only big tree.

In his heart, thinking and conceiving, mixed with various feelings.

When he turned around, the ink, pens and paper had been laid out on the desk.

He smiled slightly, stepped forward to write some ink, and began to write.

Write what he wants to write.

Slowly, his words and poems began to spread in the imperial palace, and then spread to all parts of the country, and then spread to the whole world.

In this era, the literature is at the end of the day, and there are a small number of students. Every time they get his new work, they always read it repeatedly and applaud it.

What he writes is not only romantic and romantic, but also full of feelings, power and hope.

Students all over the world, reading his articles, seem to feel the arrival of Wenzhi.

Finally one day, his father was old and lay dying on the bed.

The princes knelt in front of the old emperor, weeping and weeping one by one, thinking about the imperial edict in their hearts.

No matter how bad it is, there is also a "legacy" account.

The edict arrived as scheduled, and after it was read out, someone cried louder. It was the new emperor who was about to inherit the throne. Crying represented his filial piety and his peace of mind.

Some people put away their crying, concealed it, and thought about other things in their minds.

Only he had no expression on his face, and he, the old emperor's favorite prince, was mentioned in the imperial edict.

There is only one explanation, and that is to hand over the library to him.

At this moment, he has the library with the largest number of books in the world.

His heart became more and more firm, and he firmly believed in what his father said, Wen Neng can prosper the world.

He became more and more diligent, and his body began to emit a little fragrance.

Before he knew it, he entered the immortal way with literature and opened the door to cultivating immortals.

Unfortunately, the wheel of history does not change because of a person's change.

In troubled times, a country cannot survive only with pen and paper.

Whoever has the biggest fist has the right to speak in this era.

What's more, this is a world of immortals.

The national imperial power of the human race is just a decoration.

What really drives historical changes is the Ten Directions World.

It's just that at this time, he still doesn't know the existence of the other party.

(End of this chapter)