Tang Dynasty: Starting from Kou Zhong, the heavens rise!

'what? '

Seeing this, Xia Houxuan and Yan Chixia couldn't help being shocked.

From just now to now, even if they are fighting, they are constantly observing the situation next to them. Apart from Ning Caichen, a weak scholar, has there ever been another person who looks like a noble prince?

Either Kou Zhong is not a human being, or Kou Zhong is very powerful and knows how to restrain his aura, making them unable to notice it at all.

"Brother..."

Ning Caichen looked happy when he saw Kou Zhong.

After all, this was the first friend he met at Lanruo Temple, and from the bottom of his heart, Ning Caichen felt that Kou Zhong was a good person.

"Hey!"

"Since you know swords so well, let's have a test."

Xiahou Xuanqi couldn't help but lecture him one by one, and stared at Kou Zhong angrily.

"Oh? Sword competition?"

"I am a swordsman, but I have a brother who is a master of swordsmanship and knows a little bit about it."

"Shh!!!"

While speaking, Kou Zhong sucked his palm, and a dead branch on the ground fell into his hand.

Before Xia Houxuan could react, Kou Zhong replaced his sword with a dead branch and made a light stroke.

"call out!!!"

An unprecedented sharp sword light appeared in the eyes of the three people. Although it did not cause any damage to the surrounding environment, a sword that could cut the sky and destroy the earth already appeared in the minds of the three people. The artistic conception of looking at all directions and leveling the world directly hit their hearts. , it is impossible to look straight at it.

"puff!"

Xia Houxuan, who was at the center of the storm, took more than ten steps back, vomiting blood, his whole body was traumatized, and his breath became extremely weak.

On the contrary, Yan Chixia seemed to be inspired, and the majestic sword spirit in her body became more majestic, and she had a heroic ambition to defeat all the demons and monsters in the world, which made Kou Zhong nod his head in appreciation, a child can be taught.

Ning Caichen saw a brand new world from the sword light, where countless scholars ignited their own literary fire, forged literary courage, dared to fight against the world, and faced any injustice head-on.

I don't know when, a clear light gradually emerged from Ning Caichen's body. That clear light was definitely not true energy, let alone blood energy, but it had an indescribable and unexplained meaning, just like the arrogance of a scholar.

"This scholar is not useless after all!"

Glancing at Ning Caichen, Kou Zhong touched his chin playfully.

The sword he made just now is not so much a sword as it is Tao. It was a sword he had learned all over the world. Yan Chixia saw the next direction of the sword's intention in it, and Ning Caichen saw the text in it. He even awakened his literary heart through Taoist cultivation methods and leapt into the realm of scholar, comparable to the innate warrior/foundation-building realm cultivator.

Literary cultivation is completely different from martial arts. Cultivate the literary mind, refine the literary courage, burn the literary fire, and build the literary palace.

Among them, the two realms of Tongsheng and Xiucai are mainly about awakening the literary heart; the two realms of Juren and Jinshi are mainly about cultivating literary courage; the two realms of Hanlin and Great Scholar are mainly about igniting the literary fire; and the great Confucians need to build their own Wen Gong, thus integrating the heart of heaven with the heart of literature, turning the ordinary into an immortal.

Rather than saying that literary education is a kind of practice, it is better to say that literary education is a kind of foundation. How to awaken the literary heart depends on how much one has read. How to cultivate the literary courage is whether the scholar's mind can be as strong as iron and as gentle as fire. How to burn, read the book a hundred times, and recommend its meaning to yourself. This is embracing all rivers and turning all the classics you have read into your own resources and using them to build your own literary palace.

Obviously, Ning Caichen, a weak scholar, has not slacked off in studying, and has even surpassed many scholars. In a peaceful world, he might be able to get the top score, second place, or top score in the examination, but unfortunately, he has no use in this world.

"Thank you!"

Yan Chixia woke up and turned around, her eyes flashing with sword intent, and she saluted solemnly towards Kou Zhong.

Only he knew what a profound gift that sword light had brought to him just now.

"Xuanxin Zongzong has been passed down to your generation, and you are the only Nascent Soul cultivator left."

"The righteous path of this world has failed you, so it's not difficult for you."

Looking at Yan Chixia in front of him, Kou Zhong said somewhat inexplicably: "The mysterious secret of Xuanxin is not a method of swordsmanship, but a method of cultivation. It contains the secret to transforming into a god. Your Xuanxin Zongzong has practiced it for tens of thousands of years in the past. Over the years, many characters have appeared.”

"I didn't expect that it would be your generation. From cultivation to swordsmanship, does it count as going astray?"

Cultivation focuses on clearly understanding the principles of human nature and nature, being impartial to everything in the world, always staying outside, and seeing through the world of mortals.

But Yan Chixia is obviously different. He is following the path of swordsmanship and wants to control himself, or even everything, with the sword in his hand.

"How easy is it to become a god?"

"The last great monk of the Xuanxin Zongzong who transformed into gods was 3000 years ago."

"Now that the earth is collapsing and demons are everywhere, we can no longer cultivate ourselves. All we can do is use my sword to create a bright and sunny sky for all living beings."

Facing Kou Zhong's inspection, Yan Chixia said loudly.

The greatest advantage of practicing cultivation is that it has a very long lifespan, and it can last forever. The Qi refining period alone lasts for two decades, the foundation life is [-] years, the golden elixir is [-] years old, the Nascent Soul is [-] years old, and the spirit transformation period can even live for tens of thousands of years. as long as.

You must know that the innate warrior (equivalent to the foundation building) is only 20 years old, the Gang realm is only [-] years old, the Yuan realm is [-] years old, and the Shenzang realm is a thousand years old. What a gap!

But the problem is that the environment in the Liaozhai world no longer allows cultivators to continue to understand the way of heaven. Resentment and evil spirits are everywhere, and they can become obsessed if they are not careful.

"You can see clearly, this is very good."

Nodding slightly, Kou Zhong did not hide his admiration for Yan Chixia.

"Cuckoo..."

suddenly.

A hungry sound interrupted their conversation.

Ning Caichen raised his hand in embarrassment: "You two, can we go in first..."

"Brother Xiahou seems to have gone in."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Kou Zhong and Yan Chixia looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

It's hard to persuade a dead ghost with good words. It's no wonder that Xia Houxuan died in Lanruo Temple. For an innate warrior who was so brave, he wouldn't think that Yan Chixia used her full strength every time she competed with him. Yan Chixia was a Nascent Soul. As an early cultivator, the flying sword technique is the most powerful offensive technique that Yan Chixia has mastered. She competes with swords like ordinary people, and that is to save Xia Houxuan's face.

Even Yan Chixia kept secret about Lanruo Temple, but a mere Xiahou Xuan actually took the initiative to go inside.

"Scholar."

"Are you brave enough?"

"is acceptable."

Ning Caichen met Kou Zhong's gaze and puffed out his chest.

Somehow, from just now, he seemed to no longer feel the cold, and even became more courageous.

"Okay, let's go in, too."

With a slight smile, Kou Zhong took the lead and entered Lanruo Temple. There were spider webs everywhere, but there was not a lot of dust, as if someone was cleaning it frequently.

"Snapped!"

Ning Caichen didn't know what he stepped on and was startled.

Upon closer inspection, there was a crumpled corpse at his feet, along with leather armor and an iron sword.

"Brother Xiahou, you were very ambitious during your lifetime, but you are no longer a stinker after your death, so why bother worrying about it?"

"I won't watch you expose your body in the wilderness."

Yan Chixia sighed and wanted to collect Xia Houxuan's bones.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The wrinkled bones on the ground moved instantly, making the sound of bones rubbing together, and a pair of withered claws flashed with cold light as they rushed towards Yan Chixia.

"what?"

Seeing this scene, Ning Caichen was so frightened that he exclaimed.

"Brother Xiahou, you won't change your mind, and you still want to fight me even after you die. Phew!"

Yan Chixia took out a golden qian from her clothes and hit it in the center of the corpse's forehead. A yellow talisman fell on it, making it unable to move.

"Prajna Paramita!"

Along with the chanting of the mantra, Huang Fu immediately turned into a ball of flame and completely devoured the corpse, burning until only ashes remained.

While being burned, the skeleton of the corpse was still struggling, which was horrifying to watch.

"Brother, Taoist Priest, this..."

Ning Caichen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at Kou Zhong and Yan Chixia with curiosity on his face.

"Ha ha!"

"Scholar, I'm tired. Good night."

At this time, Kou Zhong patted Ning Caichen on the shoulder, left a roast chicken with him, and turned around to enter a Zen courtyard in Lanruo Temple.

Yan Chixia glanced at Ning Caichen. Although she didn't understand what kind of power it was, the literary energy in Ning Caichen's body was indeed very capable of restraining demons and monsters. Therefore, he ignored Ning Caichen and entered a monastery to rest. .

Ning Caichen was left alone. The hot roast chicken in his arms was no longer fragrant, and he walked into the Zen courtyard adjacent to the two of them.

This Lanruo Temple is indeed the largest temple in Jinhua Mansion in the past. There are no less than a hundred Zen monasteries. Looking around, you can see a gloomy ruins. There are many figures flickering in the ruins. Under each Zen monastery, there are countless people who are ready to move. The corpse, just like Xia Houxuan just now, seems to have sensed the aura of the stranger, and has already moved towards Kou Zhong and the others.

The night is getting darker and fog has enveloped Lanruo Temple. No one knows what will happen in Lanruo Temple tonight.

Chapter 193: Haoran’s righteousness destroyed the tree demon, and the Thousand Bull Army destroyed the painting wall!

"Hey! Sigh!"

The sound of bones rubbing against each other kept resounding in the monastery. Ning Caichen was so frightened that he kept thinking in his heart: "You are silent, your strange power is causing chaos!" '

A stream of pure light burst out from his body, a majestic light that seemed to be able to cleanse away all the filth in the world.

"what?!"

Waves of soul wails could be heard invisibly.

Those shriveled corpses that had been shriveled for who knows how many years were eliminated inch by inch under the cover of clear light.

Kou Zhong and Yan Chixia couldn't help but smile when they heard the sound. Children can be taught.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A sound like running water from the mountains came to Kou Zhong's ears from outside the Zen courtyard. With a faint smile on his face, he walked out of the Zen courtyard and came to the back of Lanruo Temple. He saw a cyan figure with purple hair and an angry face. A statue of the King of the East, wearing red armor and holding a pipa.

If Ning Caichen had seen this statue, he would have been frightened to the point of ecstasy, but to Koo Zhong, it was just an ordinary thing.

The breeze blew, and the dead leaves on the ground gradually flew away, and a crisp song appeared in the sound of the piano, which was particularly beautiful at night.

At some point, two stone lions and a plank road appeared in front of them. At the end of the plank road was a pavilion suspended on the lake. A woman in white was playing the piano and singing, with a graceful figure that attracted people's imagination.

"Young lady, how can I be a thief!"

Looking at the woman in white, Kou Zhong said calmly: "There was an Imperial Academy in the capital of the previous dynasty, named Nie Dongting."

"Nie Dongting gave birth to a daughter. She is tall and graceful, as beautiful as a flower. She is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is quite talented."

"It's a pity that I encountered bandits on my way south with my family. A wisp of fragrant soul returned to the underworld, but the underworld was cut off. There was no way forward, so I had to waste time in this world."

"Am I right? Nie Xiaoqian!"

"you..."

The woman in white who was playing the piano had a look of horror on her face, looking at the young man in robes in front of her in disbelief.

It was night, the moon was bright and clear, the light was as clear as water, a man and a woman looked at each other, the illusions around them gradually dissipated, Lanruo Temple was still so dilapidated, the only things that remained unchanged were Kou Zhong and Nie Xiaoqian.

"Shh!"

Nie Xiaoqian waved a cuff, as soft as a snake, and wrapped it around Gao Zhong's body, hugging him: "Who are you? Why do you know my life experience?"

"Ha ha!"

The corner of Kou Zhong's mouth curled up slightly, and he pulled the cuff over. Nie Xiaoqian felt a strong force coming from the cuff, and she was dragged over before she could react. When she regained consciousness, she had already appeared in In the arms of a young man dressed in brocade.

Nie Xiaoqian felt a heat like the blazing sun from the body of the young man in brocade clothes, but it did not burn her, but made her feel very comfortable.

Under the moonlight, an inexplicable charm appeared between the two of them.

"Sister Xiaoqian."

"Grandma also asked why you didn't go back so late. It turned out that you were secretly meeting your lover here!"

Accompanied by a sweet laugh, at some point, several enchanting figures appeared in the backyard of Lanruo Temple, none of them shadowed under the moonlight.

The evil female ghost headed by them looked at Nie Xiaoqian and Kou Zhong with evil intentions.