Journey to the West: Writing Ten Thousand Worlds

No way, the person in front of you is too big, just put the name there, you have to crush people for three points.

Confucius, surname Zi, Kong, Mingqiu, Zi Zhongni, founder of Confucianism, arrangement, revision and author of the six classics of “Poems”, “Books”, “Rites”, “Music”, “Yi” and “Spring and Autumn”, and also an advocate of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and faith.

The Confucian disciples were revered as “the saint of heaven” and “the wood of heaven”, and he was one of the most learned scholars in the world, and was also revered by later generations as the saint of Kong, the most holy, the most holy teacher, the most holy master of Dacheng, the first master of Wenxuanwang, and the master of all worlds.

This list of titles is extraordinary, but it also shows the merits of Confucius.

“I’ve seen Kong Sheng! I don’t know if your old man is looking for me? Jiang Hao hugged his fist slightly.

Confucius still didn’t say a word, he was dressed in white and victorious, and the god was as rich as jade, and he stood quietly in front of Jiang Hao.

“Don’t talk?”

“What do you mean by that, just to stand in front of me and pretend? I really want to hit him! ”

Jiang Hao’s heart was hairy when he was watched, and he always felt that under those eyes, many of his secrets were going to be exposed.

After looking at it for half a quarter of an hour, Kong Sheng finally made a move, he smiled faintly, and a hundred flowers bloomed with a smile, and the boundless literary atmosphere turned into one golden lotus flower after another.

The lotus flower is extremely divine and crystal clear, like a moth flying in the air

Immediately, Confucius pointed to Jiang Hao, and the lotus flowers in the sky fell like snowflakes, white and vast, like a huge river of stars, a piece of brilliance, submerged Jiang Hao.

“I feel that my Wen Palace is transforming, and my physical body is being baptized!”

The boundless Wen Qi was refined into golden lotus flowers one by one, flowing into Jiang Hao’s body and nourishing his whole body.

At the same time, Kong Sheng waved his sleeves, and half of the golden lotus was absorbed by the “Legend of Lu Xiaofeng” and became the capital for its promotion to the treasure weapon.

As for Kong Yiya next to Jiang Hao, he fainted extremely happily from the moment Kong Sheng appeared.

However, as a red-sleeved existence, she has a lot of literary style, after all, one person has the way, and the chicken dog ascends to heaven, which is such a truth.

After doing all this, Confucius took a deep look at Jiang Hao, turned and walked away.

“Disciple, congratulations to the saint!”

“Disciple, send off the first master!”

“Disciple, send off the most holy!”

Under the courtesy of everyone, the shadow of Confucius suddenly jumped up above the firmament, turned into a rain of literary qi, and fell all over the entire Tang Dynasty.

“Just broke through? Saint Qian Xiucai, literary as the sea? Jiang Hao touched his head, always feeling dizzy.

It is unimaginable that a breakthrough by him actually attracted Kong Sheng to personally make a move, and after his breakthrough, his temperament was not comparable to that of a Confucian of the same level.

Under normal circumstances, Tong Sheng is as talented as silk, Xiu Cai is as talented as a needle, Lifting talent is like a finger, and Jin Shi is as talented as a fist…………, but he Jiang Hao is as talented as the sea!

“Hey, excellent people, always have to be special!” Jiang Hao said smugly.

Soon, because of the birth of Zhenguo, the news of Kong Sheng’s personal presence and granting the throne spread throughout the Great Tang, and the more it spread, the more evil it became.

“Kong Sheng, it has not appeared for hundreds of years, that person will not be the reincarnation of Kong Sheng, right?”

“Impossible, what a character Kong Sheng, how can he need to be reincarnated, I guess the author who wrote the work of Zhenguo should be Kong Sheng’s illegitimate son!”

“Blah blah, what are you talking about, it’s clear that Kong Sheng saw that people are talented, so he came to accept them as a disciple!”

Various gossip versions have appeared, if it is an ordinary immortal god, I am afraid that he would have been angry long ago and lowered the heavenly punishment.

However, Kong Sheng will not, not because of anything else, but because he is a Kong Saint who has no class and is the public under heaven.

Since then, in the recent days, Jiang Hao’s little life has been called comfortable.

Read books in the morning to digest and digest the literary qi in the body; At noon, accompanied by good wine, good meat, and beauty, admired poetry and looked for inspiration for creation.

In the evening, the red sleeves added fragrance, while teasing the little beauty, while perfecting the “Ten Thousand Worlds Daily” to be released the next day.

“Wuxia District, for the time being, update “The Legend of Lu Xiaofeng” for three or four chapters a day, as for the poems, use my few oil poems!”

Jiang Hao finished writing the poem, and then handed it to Kong Yiya for him to copy.

“Wing Xue”

Heaven and earth are generalized,

Inoue Black Hole.

The black dog is white,

The white dog is swollen.

“Wing Xue”

One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces,

Five-six-seven-eight-ninety tablets.

Thousands of pieces and countless pieces,

Flying into the plum blossoms is always gone.

“Poof!”

After Kong Yiya read it, she burst out laughing and said, “Gongzi is a great talent!” ”

The poem is indeed an oil poem, but just these two oil poems also lead to a vision from heaven, which is a good work!

“Hiccup!”

At this time, Jiang Hao couldn’t help but feel a snort, he couldn’t help shaking his head slightly and smiling bitterly, but he was a little supported by the literary style.

“If you don’t participate in the scientific expedition, but directly ask for a heaven-given literary position, then you have to make the work of this town and country, but the literary atmosphere in my body is mostly undigested, and if you do it again, will it last to death?”

Jiang Hao recalled the feeling of almost being burst that day, and couldn’t help but shiver, or wait.

Kong’s ancestral land, inside the ancestral hall.

An elegant man slapped Kong Hongya into the air, and the whole person’s face was extremely gloomy.

“Messing around with stuff! People who can write the works of the town country and attract the ancestors to come, you tell me to deal with it? Are you trying to kill me? The gentle man scolded angrily.

Kong Hongya’s face was extremely swollen, blood was constantly oozing from the corners of his mouth, and his face was full of resentment, “My Wen Gong has been broken, and most of the Wen Palace has been shattered, if it weren’t for the magic medicine of the clan, my legs would still be crippled!” ”

“But okay what? That man has become my inner demon, if he does not die, my way is dead, and the road is dead! ”

When the elegant man heard this, he couldn’t help but let out a sneer: “Kong Yu Chengren, Meng Yu takes righteousness, he is not your heart demon, but you have earth-shattering anger and earth-shattering hatred in your heart, and you can’t let go!” ”

“You’re my own brother!” Kong Hongya roared with red eyes.

“Oh, don’t talk about my brother, my father can’t help!” The elegant man flicked his sleeves away.

Kong Hongya clenched her fists, and the resentment in her eyes became deeper and deeper.

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