There's No Witch I Can't Wash

Tsk... It seems that I have to take it easy in the future, and definitely can't go to Yangzhou to go to the capital.

Lin Ye stood there thinking for a while, and the man in front of him jumped two more gates. At this moment, he had already crossed the five gates of Houtian, and his breakthrough speed was embarrassing.

Take it easy buddy, be careful not to burp directly at the door of death so quickly.

Lin Ye muttered something in his heart, but it seemed that this Confucianist was not stupid. When he crossed the sixth gate and came to the seventh gate of death, he stopped the pen in his hand.

Sighing, as if feeling a pity, Xue Wencheng closed the booklet in his hand.

Sure enough, it is not enough to do it overnight. On the road of cultivation, it is still difficult to reach the sky in one step. Even if you have a magic weapon in your hand, it is still even more difficult.

Of course, it is not impossible to break through by force, after all, I have only recorded less than half of the densely packed names on the wall in front of me.If you forcefully record all of them, it is not impossible to let yourself break through to innate.

Of course, the greater possibility is that he died on the way to the breakthrough.

It's not that Xue Wencheng is cowardly, it's just that he doesn't think it's necessary.

As a member of Confucianism, he naturally understands the truth of chewing more than anyone else.Even if I was lucky enough to become an innate today, it would bring hidden dangers to my future cultivation.

I have gained enough today, after I go back, I will sort out and taste what I have realized today, and when I have stabilized my realm, I will come back and record the remaining names.

At that time, it will be a matter of course to step into the innate, and the skill will be more stable. Why risk your life here to break through now?

For me, innateness is just the starting point, and my journey is like the sea of ​​stars!

One day, I will jump across this bright starry sky to see what the truth of this world is!

Xue Wencheng thought so proudly, and was about to leave here to find Yan Zhiqiu.

It's time to say hello to Junior Sister Yan. This time, I came here on behalf of Confucianism to support the other party. I have won such a big favor from the other party, so I have to thank the other party properly.

But just as he turned around, a familiar face that was close at hand gave him another big jump.

"You, why are you still here?!"

Looking at the man standing next to him with a strange expression, the forged body that made him feel a little strange, patted his shoulder and asked him what he was writing.

"Why can't I be here, this cemetery is not opened by your family."

Lin Ye blinked and opened his mouth in a strange manner. As he said this, his eyes didn't stay on the man, but kept staring at the booklet and brush in his hand.

Xue Wencheng was speechless after saying a word, and he looked at the other party carefully again, as if there were words passing by in his pitch-black eyes.

That's right, no matter how you look at it, the man in front of you is just an ordinary forged body.

What's wrong with me? I'm suspicious of an ordinary person. Maybe it's because I suddenly broke through so many realms and my mood is unstable.

Xue Wencheng shook his head amusedly at thinking this way, but fortunately he stopped, otherwise he might be in danger of going mad.

"Then this brother stands here and takes it easy, so I won't bother you next time."

He cupped his hands at Lin Ye, Xue Wencheng was about to leave just now, but the other party held him back.

"Umm... I just saw this brother writing here, and I suddenly felt a little itchy. I wonder if I can borrow a pen and paper and let me write a poem?"

"Poetry?!"

Xue Wencheng was taken aback for a moment, and then stared at Lin Ye with a strange expression. His eyes looked at the latter with a little hair, and he took a step back with a strange expression.

Mommy, does this Confucian scholar have any strange hobbies?

Chapter 49 Writing Poems with Feelings

Xue Wencheng naturally didn't know what was going on in Lin Ye's mind, he just thought it was a little funny.

As a member of Confucianism, apart from practicing martial arts, his hobbies are naturally piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and poetry.

Lin Ye's words reminded Xue Wencheng that he should write something to commemorate these tens of thousands of innocent souls.

Although it was Junior Sister Yan who established the cemetery and gave him the opportunity to break through, these poor people are also existences that he should be grateful for.

Thinking of this, Xue Wencheng opened the booklet in his hand, and started to write again. It didn't take long for a five-character quatrain in mourning for the dead to appear on the paper.

Why hide the sword, the sea of ​​blood is surging.

Break the sword to punish evil and delusion, and the world will be bright and clear.

A moment of life and death leaves people sighing.

There is no piece of clothing left, but it is recorded in the annals of history.

After finishing writing, he wrote his name at the back of the poem, and the words Xue Wencheng also fell into Lin Ye's eyes without any concealment.

After finishing writing this poem, Xue Wencheng also looked at Lin Ye with a kind smile and spoke with a smile.

"This brother has any poems that he wants to express his heart, let Xue write them for him."

"Mr. Xue really has a brilliant literary talent. In just a few words, he explained the ins and outs of the case of Hidden Sword Villa. Breaking the sword and punishing the evil makes people excited! In the end, he expressed his grief and praised the sacrificed people, sublimating the whole world. The theme of the poem is really admirable."

"Ah... I'm posting it out of feeling, how can a little poem with a random question be as good as what my brother said?"

Xue Wencheng scratched his head in embarrassment, but he was a little embarrassed by Lin Ye.

Obviously he didn't know this level of reading comprehension, the primary school students at Lin Ye's side were all at ease.

But I have to say that Xue Wencheng is very comfortable being praised by the other party. What Confucianism people like, naturally they like others to praise their literary skills.

Thinking of this, Xue Wencheng saw Lin Ye more and more pleasingly, as if he hit it off.