Wuxia: Seven Heroes Town tells books, invites the moon to give tips

Su Chen’s voice resounded like a flood bell.

The power that penetrates the soul is extremely infectious, as if it has brought everyone to the snowy Huishan Mountain.

Xuanyuan Confucian Saint could have come out of Huishan, become the head of Confucianism in the world, assist Jiangshan Sheji, and make achievements through the ages.

But he chose to stay on Mount Hui, and challenged him with a weak Confucian body.

Who said that reading can’t read a celestial realm?

The celestial realm is not enough, so he enters the land immortals, turns into a Confucian saint, and asks the heavens and the earth, the truth in this book!

Mo Dao Shusheng has no courage and dares to call heaven and earth into the sea.

Xuanyuan Confucian Saint’s desperate blow, the sky descended ten thousand thunder, and Huishan was as bright as day, which made people’s blood boil.

What if you can’t end well if you can’t enter the Confucian saint, you will never regret it!

“Good! What a Xuanyuan Confucian saint, who said that a scholar has no guts? Look at Xuanyuan Confucian Saint, this is the true scholar! ”

“Zhuang Xuanyuan Confucian Saint, my generation of readers, would rather die than bend their waists, readers should be like Xuanyuan Confucian Saint.”

“Reading books to read a celestial realm, the rivers and lakes in the snow are really romantic, and the reader also has the courage, but unfortunately reality cannot.”

“Yes! Lao Tzu has read the Four Books and Five Classics for twenty years, but he has not obtained anything, if he can enlighten, why should he be angry with those mountain bandits? ”

“People Xuanyuan Confucian Saint dragged his terminally ill body, studied for forty years, and suffered a thousand humiliations, can you?”

“Kneel to heaven and earth for death! Respect Xuanyuan Confucian saint, raise your eyebrows and exhale for my generation of readers, even if there are thousands of great enemies, I will only die. ”

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In the hall, there were all kinds of discussions.

Among them, the loudest shouts were some scholarly students wearing Confucian hats.

The six countries of the Central Plains, except for the Qin and Han dynasties, all countries are subject to the imperial examination system, and many scholars read hard in the cold.

But how many people can understand this kind of hard work?

Often come to the phrase ‘useless is a scholar’ and then start bullying.

Just like that Xuanyuan Confucian saint.

Forty years of study, forty years of humiliation!

Everyone in the family looked down on him, brothers and brothers regarded him as waste, and even their wives and children were cold.

All this makes all the scholars feel the same way.

And in the end, Xuanyuan Confucian Saint’s sentence of ‘please the ancestor to die’ shouted out the hearts of all the scholars.

The ancestors represent power and injustice in the world.

Even the scholar’s weak ant-like body must cry out the anger.

One day the dragon will get water, and the Yangtze River will flow backwards!

Thinking of Xuanyuan Confucian Saint’s raised eyebrows and exhalation in the end, everyone Confucian sighed with emotion, and couldn’t help but yearn for it.

If this world can also read and become enlightened, who in the world dares to underestimate readers?

……

The seventh private room in the East District.

“Wonderful!”

“Xuanyuan Confucian Saint seeks the way by death, which is exactly the way of my Confucian teachings of ‘sacrificing life for righteousness’.”

“Today, when we hear Xuanyuan Confucian Saint, Fang Zhishu is angry!”

Zhang Liang’s expression soared, and he applauded and applauded one after another.

Xunzi on the side nodded even more, the snow on Huishan Mountain, Xuanyuan Confucian Saint died into the earth immortal, which was really shocking.

“Such a character is only the third saint of Confucianism, which shows the prosperity of Confucianism in this world.”

“It seems that Mr. Su has a good opinion of my Confucianism, and this great goodness is also good.”

Xunzi said very happily.

The words in the snow spread all over the world, and this time the commentary of the three saints of Confucianism will greatly increase the reputation of Confucianism.

Students all over the world are Confucian, and the small sage village, as a sacred place of Confucianism, will naturally rise to the top.

“It’s a pity that Mr. Su is not from Daqin, otherwise it is necessary to invite him to give a lecture in the Little Sage Village for a few days.”

Zhang Liang said with emotion.

……

“Ding!”

“The host’s storytelling was impassioned and infectious, causing a sensation in the audience, and a special reward of 20,000 popularity points.”

“The popularity of storytelling exceeded 83,000 points.”

“The host has accumulated eight silver lottery cards and three bronze lottery cards.”

“Please keep up the good work.”

Su Chen listened to the system prompt in his mind and couldn’t help but smile slightly.

Just explaining such a short paragraph obtained a full 80,000 popularity points.

This was unthinkable before.

This is partly because the lecture is indeed more skilled and exciting.

But the main reason is to increase the large number of viewers.

First of all, the Daming Rouge List and the Sword God List stabilized the basic plate of Daming Jianghu.

Then with the gimmick of the Great Song Rouge List and the Invincible Sword God, a large number of people of the Great Song Dynasty entered the Seven Heroes Town.

This time attracted countless high-rollers and scholarly students from Dasui.

With nearly 200,000 viewers, it has achieved today’s effect.

But it’s not enough to attract people, wonderful storytelling can leave the audience.

Thinking of this, Su Chen fanned the autumn moon again, and slowly spoke:

“Let’s talk about the second saint of Confucianism, the Confucian saint in Tsing Yi.”

“Tsing Yi Confucian Saint Cao Qingyi, the official is invincible, moved Jinghua at the age of seven, and only then did he learn to crown Hanlin.”

“Heavenly elephant maple flows one stone, Cao Qingyi monopolizes eight dou.”

“The world says that the Spring and Autumn Color Armor Empress Dachu is a calamity, which led to the destruction of the Great Chu country, I Cao Qingyi! No promise! ”

“The Son of Heaven is angry, and there are millions of corpses, so what about my anger?”

“On that day, Cao Qingyi turned domineering with Confucianism, entered the earth immortals, turned into a Confucian saint, and attacked the gods by himself, no one can do it!”

“Cao Qingyi is willing to die in exchange for earth-shaking earth, willing to die in exchange for peace in heaven and earth, and willing to die to tell the people of the world that there was no red face and calamity in Dachu back then.”

“After the battle, the seven flowers of the Fortune God Lotus were exterminated, and the Qingji dissipated, leaving only a thousand years of maple streams.”

……

As Su Chen’s words fell, there was another uproar in the hall.

What a Tsing Yi Confucian Saint Cao Qingyi!

All the high-rollers sighed, and those scholars’ eyes widened one by one.

It is completely unimaginable that book readers can be so overbearing.

You say that my Empress Dachu is a red face and a curse?

Then I, Cao Qingyi, as a person, will teach you that the world is not stable.

East away from the divine capital, the palace is forbidden, how many masters sit in the town.

But Cao Qingyi went in and out seven times, killed countless people, fell one chess piece after another, and countless East Distance masters were violently killed, while he talked and laughed and left, counting the maple streams.

With such a character existing, who can say that Dongli has really won the world? Who can say that Dachu has destroyed the country?

Everyone also knew about another heavy figure, that is, Spring and Autumn Color Armor, Empress Dachu.

That Great Chu City was broken, and when the 140,000 troops were all disarmed, the Empress of Dachu who died generously was the first person in the Spring and Autumn Peerless Dynasty!

Chong Guan was furious!

This sentence is written by scholars, but few scholars can do it.

But Cao Qingyi did it!

If you say that my Empress Dachu is a curse, I will attack the god capital by myself, and destroy your luck with my mutilated body!”

Magnificent!

Magnificent!

Confucianism turns domineering!

For the sake of sacrifice, dare to teach the sun and the moon to change the day!

At this moment, the domineering of the Confucian Saint in Tsing Yi was deeply imprinted in the minds of every student.

“Such a terrifying Cao Qingyi, a reader can have such a big temper, today is an eye-opener.”

“A stunning Cao Qingyi, one person can be an enemy country, the scholar has achieved this, what can the husband ask for?”

“Who says that a scholar is not capable of turning the tide? From today onwards, this Tsing Yi Confucian Saint is my example. ”

“I was robbed by mountain thieves on the way here, but it’s a pity that I can’t turn domineering like the Confucian Saint in Tsing Yi.”

“Confucian can also be overbearing, Mr. Su, I realize!”

“This Cao Qingyi is so crazy, just to correct the name of that Empress Dachu, I really want to see how peerless this Empress of Dachu is.”

……

There was a lot of talk in the hall again.

At this time, not only the scholars, but also the high-rollers listened to it mesmerized.

Chong Guan is angry and attacks the capital of a country alone, which is a romance that even warriors yearn for.

No one expected that a Confucian student could be so strong, crazy to such an extent, and domineering to such an extent.

Tsing Yi Confucian, the first Confucian saint of ancient and modern domineering.

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The seventh private room in the East District.

Zhang Liang’s eyes were even brighter, as if he had a color of understanding.

Turn Confucianism into hegemony, and scholar can also be an enemy country!

He and Cao Qingyi have a lot in common, and both of them are people who have lost their country.

Cao Qingyi died Chu, and he died Han.

Although he usually looks light-hearted, he can only hate the country in his heart.

Just because the scholar is weak, it is difficult to defeat Qin.

But this Tsing Yi Confucian Saint gave him a lot of inspiration.

If he had the strength of this Qingyi Confucian saint, he would kill seven in and seven out in Xianyang City, the capital of the Great Qin Kingdom.

How enjoyable would that be?

Xunzi on the side looked towards Zhang Liang, felt his state at this time, and couldn’t help but nod slightly.

Readers feel the heavens and the earth, and enlightenment is a momentary thing.

Enlightenment, enlightenment.

Zhang Liang encountered an opportunity this time, and as for how much he can understand, it depends on his creation.

Seeing that Zhang Liang could actually understand from the storytelling, Xunzi became more and more looking forward to the next plot.

Previously, Xuanyuan Confucian Saint had been studying for forty years, bearing a thousand humiliations, kneeling in heaven and earth, and dying to transform Confucian saints.

Later, there was a young man in Tsing Yi who was stunning, invincible all the way, turning domineering with Confucianism, and attacking the god capital alone.

He was really curious about what was wonderful about this first Confucian saint.

……

White jade platform.

Su Chen poured a glass of Qianqiu strong wine again, but did not drink bitterly, but looked at the audience.

This thousand autumn spirits is really a supreme treasure, the aroma of the wine escapes, and everyone in the audience can’t help but shrug their noses twice.

“Mr. Su, you actually hide this peerless wine?”

“I don’t know where to buy this wine, so I’m willing to give my fortune just to taste it.”

“Fine wine in front but do not drink, tyranny of heaven.”

A group of high-rollers sniffed the aroma of wine, only to feel that there were ants crawling all over their bodies, and they couldn’t wait to rush to the stage to drink first.

Even those who are not interested in alcohol are brightly charged at this time and have the idea of trying it out.

Just when everyone’s hearts were turbulent, Su Chen unfolded the Autumn Moon Fan again, graceful, and Lang Lang spoke:

“Besides, this first Confucian saint, the first Confucian saint Zhang Fuyao…”

When the words fell, all the high rollers in the hall couldn’t help but gasp.

Eight hundred years of monopoly on the world, only for the people of the world to guard the world!

The horror of this first Confucian saint, the first Confucian saint, far exceeded everyone’s imagination.

Eight hundred years ago, a book reader actually lived for 800 years by reading to nourish his qi and swallow Confucian luck.

That’s when everyone knows.

Why is it that with the utmost sincerity of Xuanyuan Confucian saints, they should also bow down to heaven and earth, and die to transform Confucian saints.

Why is it that with the amazing talent of the Confucian Saint in Tsing Yi, it is necessary to turn hegemonic with Confucianism in order to truly step into the Confucian Saint realm.

All this is because Confucianism has this first Confucian saint sitting in the town.

Saints do not die, and luck does not flow, so no one in Confucianism can achieve sanctification by normal means.

But none of the readers present blamed him.

Just because this first Confucian saint is not coveting immortality, but is guarding this world for the people of the world.

Eight hundred years ago, the weak scholar used books to prove the Tao, and achieved the Confucian world.

He also single-handedly fought against the Heavenly Dao, so that the Hu people did not dare to go south to the Central Plains for eight hundred years.

Who can blame such a saint? Who doesn’t admire?