Respectfully ask Your Majesty to kill the immortal

Chapter 272
Xu Mochen didn't know that there were enemies lurking among the students behind.

But he still remained vigilant. After all, with all the immortal cultivators around him, who knows what they will do.

According to the procedure, he wanted to burn incense on the statue of the saint to show the emperor's importance to Wen Dao.

This is also Xu Mochen's idea. As for saints and the like, they are actually just forms to him.

What he thinks is to open up the wisdom of the common people.

Of course, the enlightenment of people's wisdom also means possible changes in the social and political structure in the future.

But this step must go on.

Xu Mochen held the incense, lit it and put it in the incense burner. After the ceremony was over, he stepped aside under the guidance of the master of ceremonies.

The Confucian Temple here in Qiqu Treasure Land is very large, occupying a small half of the hill, and it is no problem to accommodate thousands of people.

The statue of the saint is also about ten meters high.

The face was lifelike, Xu Mochen took a few glances, and suddenly felt a little familiar, and he didn't know if it was an illusion.

The words of the sage, it is said that he has long been out of the world, and is a figure who has been around for nearly a thousand years.

He backed away calmly, and then the representative of the students—the current number one scholar Ouyang Yongren came up to offer incense and recite the oath.

In addition to the newly selected students, there are also many supervising students of the Imperial College. It can be said that most of the talented elites from all over the country are here.

Ouyang Yongren looked as usual, he walked steadily, lit incense, came to the statue of the saint, and inserted it firmly.

Immediately, he saluted Xu Mochen, stood up after finishing, took out a scroll and unfolded it.

In this scroll, there is an article written by him as the first pen, after discussions among many students, and carefully crafted.

It represents the direction of the future text.

Ouyang Yongren glanced at everyone, his eyes fell on the scroll, and he began to read.

Every time he read a sentence, thousands of students also recited a sentence.

The entire Qiqu Treasure Land echoed with the voices of the students.

Gradually, this group of thousands of students felt the words of the sage, and a trace of literary spirit appeared on their bodies.

These literary qi are entangled with each other, forming a vortex in the sky above the Confucian Temple.

Even Xu Mochen, who is not a layman of the Grammar School, can't help feeling a little awe in his heart.

This is the power of Wen Dao, which can dominate people's hearts and influence the entire country.

The recitation for half an hour gradually came to an end.

Ouyang Yongren also slowly smiled. He slowly closed the scroll and said the last sentence.

"This is... the literary way of a saint!"

As soon as the words were spoken, it was like a boulder falling into a calm pool of water, causing ripples to spread out.

All the students, in this wave of ripples, were all stunned.

The time has come!

Xu Mochen immediately waved his sleeve robe, and a yellow light flashed in front of him. It was the power of "rebellion" of the ten sins that he had just comprehended.

This ray of light enveloped him, Tang Derun beside him, and the three dragon brothers and sisters, resisting Ouyang Yongren's words and actions.

There was a sudden change, and none of the students reacted to it. As the number one scholar in the dynasty, he dared to make a move during the ceremony.

The five big characters of "Wen Dao of the Sage" are like a huge chain, locking all the students.

Even the Ministry of Rites and the accompanying officials all lost their ability to control themselves.

Wen Dao locks the heart, locks the soul, locks the god, and Ouyang Yongren's last words come from here.

Mixuan saw through it at a glance: "Your strength..."

There is only one possibility to be able to control all the students in the world today with one sentence, or the cultivators who have come into contact with the saints.

"You are a saint!" Mi Luo also shouted out.

They are also members of the Grammar School. If Xu Mochen hadn't made a timely move, they would probably be under the control of Ouyang Yongren now.

Xu Mochen's face was sullen, and he stared at his opponent: "Zhuangyuan Lang, what do you want to do."

"The number one scholar," Ouyang Yongren smiled, "Your Majesty, do you think that a mere number one scholar can satisfy the deity?"

Indeed, if you are facing a saint, the number one pick is nothing.

"It seems that you have been waiting for this day for a long time," Xu Mochen secretly guarded, "You aimed at this moment from the beginning."

"That's right," Ouyang Yongren smiled, "This matter is our Wen Dao's business, and has little to do with His Majesty, please don't interfere.

Besides, the students here are all immortal cultivators. In fact, if they have problems, I think it is a good thing for His Majesty. "

Xu Mochen also laughed: "It makes sense to say that."

"Your Majesty," Mi Xuan said anxiously, "Think twice, Your Majesty!
If the elite students from the world of ten directions make mistakes here, His Majesty will also bear the blame. "

Xu Mochen also nodded when he heard this: "Sage Ouyang, you can see that what he said makes sense."

Ouyang Yongren is not angry: "Dragon clan, your sea is big enough, do you even have to take care of the land?
The deity also told the truth that what happened today is imperative, and those who stand in my way will die. "

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and among the group of students, a figure soared into the sky.

Xu Mochen could see clearly that it was No.3 Tanhua Zhou Sheng.

That Zhou Sheng turned around in the air and turned into a red robe. He was floating in mid-air with Wen Qi under his feet: "Your Majesty, it's been a long time since we last fought."

"It's you!" Xu Mochen took a step forward, "You stole your literary energy, but you actually did it for a saint?"

"That's right," the red-robed man Zhou Sheng spread his hands, "Your Majesty can't give you what I want, but a saint can give it to you. What do you think I should do?"

Xu Mochen clenched his fists.

Ouyang Yongren faced the emperor, but without any panic, he just ordered lightly: "This deity will block it, and your side will start."

Zhou Sheng smiled "haha", waved his hands, and dozens of small jade bottles appeared beside him.

The lid of the small jade bottle flew away, and wisps of literary energy emerged from it.

This is the literary spirit of the gentry students and immortal cultivators he picked up at the beginning.

The literary qi radiated from the small bottle, and mixed with the literary qi that was already above the Confucian Temple, forming a huge vortex.

Ouyang Yongren saw that Xu Mochen didn't turn around, he flipped his left hand, and a book appeared in the palm of his hand: "Wen Qi gathers, fish jumps over the dragon's gate!"

I saw the book glowing with light, and countless ink characters flew out and landed on the students and officials who were immobilized.

After these words were entered, the group of students seemed to have a sense, their bodies glowed with light, and then lines of various words appeared.

These words are all condensed by the literary spirit of the students.

The literary qi of thousands of people rushed to the sky above the Confucian Temple. Zhou Sheng, who was in mid-air, quickly formed a seal with his hands and shouted: "The literary qi soars to the sky and opens the Cloud Gate!"

The giant Wen Qi was stimulated, blowing out and rushing towards the sky. A long sound of "嗡" was heard, and a door appeared faintly in the sky.

And here, in Ouyang Yongren's book, a koi flies out, and it grows bigger and bigger, like a small boat, struggling to swim towards the sky along the river formed by the literary energy.

Amidst Ouyang Yongren's loud laughter, he stepped firmly on the fish's back: "Thank you, Your Majesty, I am leaving!"

(End of this chapter)