In front of the Sub-Sacred Temple, Zhao Shouli lied to the clothes and under the gaze of the three great scholars, Yang Gong, Zhang Shen, Li Mubai and Chen Tai, pushed open the hollowed-out vermilion hall door and entered the hall.
Bang!
The hall gate closed gently, blocking the view.
The sunlight shines in through the lattice window, and dust floats in the beam. Above the base, there is a sculpture wearing a Confucian crown and a Confucian robe, carrying one hand and putting the other hand on the lower abdomen.
At the feet of the sculpture, a white elk stood.
This is the wife of the Asahisaint.
Zhao Shou looked at the sculpture without saying a word, with sunlight reflected in his eyes. He maintained the same posture for a long time and had not moved.
Zhao Shou was born in Joan of Arc in 19 and was born in poverty. At the age of ten, he joined Yunlu Academy and was a lay Buddhist in Hanlu.
The irreconcilable old scholar lived in thatched cottages all year round. In his early years, he had a lame leg and was depressed and unsuccessful. He was drunk and wrote some poems that satirized the court and insulted the emperor.
Without the protection of Yunlu Academy, the poems he wrote would be enough to cut his head a hundred times.
On weekdays, he has very strict requirements on Zhao Shou and is very dedicated to his teaching. Once he gets drunk, he will get drunk and shout:
If you read a broken book, you will never make a fortune in your life. It is better to buy a drunken flower courtesan in the brothel.
The young Zhao Shou said with his neck in his mouth:
It takes thirty taels to sleep at a courtesan. If you don’t study, how can you get the money to sleep?
When the lay Buddhist Hanlu heard this, he was furious. Do you still know the situation?
A board!
Zhao Shou said unconvincedly: Don’t the teacher know the market too?
Another board!
Later, an old Confucian scholar fell into the pool and drowned in a cold winter, ending his life of poverty and poverty.
At the funeral, Zhao Shou learned about the teacher's past from his teacher's teacher to his friend.
When he was young, Hanlu layman was a talented man with a strong limelight. Because he was born in Yunlu Academy, he was disliked by Emperor Joan of Arc and was defeated during the palace examination.
He continued to take the exam and continued to be beaten.
Three years and three years.
From a young talented man to an old Confucian scholar with white temples, he never got a job.
Unable to bear it, he angrily broke into the palace and angrily scolded Emperor Joan of Arc. His leg was broken at that time. If the previous director had not come forward to protect him, he would have been beheaded.
This is the current situation of Yunlu Academy.
Occasionally, a small number of people can get a job, but most of them are not valued and sent to corners.
More people don’t even have a job or a job, and they are still ordinary people after half of their life.
The young Zhao Shou didn't say anything at that time, but many years later, the new dean made a great wish to make his life. He wanted to return the scholars of Yunlu Academy to the temple and lead it back to its prosperity for a thousand years.
Two hundred years ago, in the dispute over the foundation of the country, the academy and the royal family had a feud. Cheng took the opportunity to deviate from the academy and founded the Imperial College, blocking the academy students from the temple.Two hundred years passed by. Today, disciple Zhao Shou welcomed Yasheng back to the temple.
I can't bow.
The sculpture of the Asahi Saint rushed into a clear light and went straight into the sky. The entire Qingyun Mountain shook at this moment, as if the mountain was sloping.
But the students and gentlemen in the academy were not panicked at all, but instead trembled all over with excitement and cried with joy.
After two hundred years, Yunlu Academy finally has a second-rank scholar.
He is not the kind of great scholar that people praise, but the second-grade great scholar in the Confucian system!
The clear light rushed into the sky, surging layer by layer, forming a huge vortex of clear air at a high altitude, which was clearly visible dozens of miles away from Qingyun Mountain.
It seems to be telling the world.
Immediately afterwards, the clear air slowly sank, fell back to the Sub-Saint Temple, and entered Zhao Shou's body.
Zhao Shou's eyes ejaculated with dazzling light, and his body was bathed in the light. This was Haoran's righteousness that washed his essence and marrow, which not only enhanced his power to express his words, but also increased the ability to withstand the magic backlash.
He felt the changes in his body carefully and understood the power of the second grade.
This is mainly divided into two aspects. On the one hand, the power of the words and methods has been greatly improved, and the revised rules will last for a long time.
For example, read: No grass grows here.
The plants and trees in this area have withered for several months or even longer. Unlike before, the effect of saying the method can only be short-lived.
In addition, it is also the most important point. Second-grade great scholars can tidy up their luck to a certain extent, gathering and destroying them. Although this operation is not as exquisite as the sorcerer, Zhao Shou already has the ability to influence the rise and fall of a dynasty.
Of course, this requires a huge price, just like Qian Zhong Daru of the Great Weekly sacrificed himself and smashed the last energy of the Great Weekly.
A clear light flashed in the sub-sacred temple, and Yang Gong and the other two entered the temple, with joy on their faces.
Dean, may you help carving the knife and unseal the seal?
Zhang Shen asked.
You will know it just by trying it.
Zhao Shou spread his palms, and the clear light rose, and a carved knife appeared in his palm.
Immediately afterwards, the Assassin Religious Crown was also worn on top of his head.
Zhao Shou stared at the carving knife and murmured:
Break the seal!
Suddenly holding the palm of his hand.
Suddenly, clear light shot out from his palm, and the one in his hand seemed to be not a carving knife, but a large light bulb.
The Confucian crown above his head also burst into dazzling light, which rushed along his arms like a carved knife.
The sculpture of the Asahistor shines with clear light and shines on the carving knife.
Buzzing... The knife trembled, and Zhao Shou's palm trembled violently, and his arms and body trembled.
Bang!
The clear light on the carving knife exploded violently, causing a strong wind to blow out the hall, blowing out the candles, and shaking the doors and windows.
Zhao Shou couldn't hold the carving knife anymore, and he didn't want to hold it. He let it float up in the air and swam around the hall.
Finally, I could speak. The one who got a thousand swordsman actually sealed me for more than 1,200 years.Don’t people say that writing trash is it?If I had come, I would definitely write better than him.
I was thinking about getting to know each other and guiding him to write a book, but I didn't appreciate it. I even thought I was annoyed and sealed me, Bah!
The curses and complaints of the carving knife were clearly heard into Zhao Shou and others.
This made Zhao Shouji somewhat embarrassed. He didn't know whether to agree or refute, so he could only choose to remain silent and pretend not to hear it.
Ahem!
Zhao Shou coughed hard, interrupted the endless curse of the carving knife, and bowed:
Have met seniors.
Yang Gong and the other two bowed:
Have met seniors!
The carving knife swept to Zhao Shou, hovering in his eyebrows, conveying his thoughts:
Hey, the supervisor said that I will unblock this generation, but it really didn't lie to me.The children of Confucianism worshipped the old thing of Confucian sages like gods, and great scholars of all dynasties were unwilling to untie the seal for me.
Why do you want to help me unseal?
Zhao Shou bowed again:
Students ask for advice if they have something to do.
Yang Gong immediately closed his sleeves and did not let the ruler fly out.
The spirit of the artifact inside the carving knife asked:
What's the matter!
Zhao Shou said in a deep voice:
I would like to ask the people of the world how to be promoted to the God of Martial Arts?
The knives did not answer immediately, but fell into a long silence.
In silence, Zhao Shou's heart slowly sank into the bottom of the valley:
Seniors don't know?
Don't be noisy!Carving a knife sprayed him, then said:
I remember when the Confucian Saint commented on the martial arts system, he said that the martial arts god was, well, after all, it has been more than 1,200 years, and I can't remember it for a while.
Then you should think about Ah... Yang Gong and others were anxious.
Zhao Shou noticed a detail that the carving knife requires recollection to remember, which shows that he has not talked about the promotion to the God of Martial Arts recently.
If it wasn't for the carving knife to reveal it, how did the surveillance officer know the way to be promoted to the God of Martial Arts?
More than ten seconds later, the carving knife suddenly said:
I remembered it, well, one premise, two conditions!
The premise is to gather luck.
The condition is to be recognized by the world and recognized by the world!
Bang!
The hall gate closed gently, blocking the view.
The sunlight shines in through the lattice window, and dust floats in the beam. Above the base, there is a sculpture wearing a Confucian crown and a Confucian robe, carrying one hand and putting the other hand on the lower abdomen.
At the feet of the sculpture, a white elk stood.
This is the wife of the Asahisaint.
Zhao Shou looked at the sculpture without saying a word, with sunlight reflected in his eyes. He maintained the same posture for a long time and had not moved.
Zhao Shou was born in Joan of Arc in 19 and was born in poverty. At the age of ten, he joined Yunlu Academy and was a lay Buddhist in Hanlu.
The irreconcilable old scholar lived in thatched cottages all year round. In his early years, he had a lame leg and was depressed and unsuccessful. He was drunk and wrote some poems that satirized the court and insulted the emperor.
Without the protection of Yunlu Academy, the poems he wrote would be enough to cut his head a hundred times.
On weekdays, he has very strict requirements on Zhao Shou and is very dedicated to his teaching. Once he gets drunk, he will get drunk and shout:
If you read a broken book, you will never make a fortune in your life. It is better to buy a drunken flower courtesan in the brothel.
The young Zhao Shou said with his neck in his mouth:
It takes thirty taels to sleep at a courtesan. If you don’t study, how can you get the money to sleep?
When the lay Buddhist Hanlu heard this, he was furious. Do you still know the situation?
A board!
Zhao Shou said unconvincedly: Don’t the teacher know the market too?
Another board!
Later, an old Confucian scholar fell into the pool and drowned in a cold winter, ending his life of poverty and poverty.
At the funeral, Zhao Shou learned about the teacher's past from his teacher's teacher to his friend.
When he was young, Hanlu layman was a talented man with a strong limelight. Because he was born in Yunlu Academy, he was disliked by Emperor Joan of Arc and was defeated during the palace examination.
He continued to take the exam and continued to be beaten.
Three years and three years.
From a young talented man to an old Confucian scholar with white temples, he never got a job.
Unable to bear it, he angrily broke into the palace and angrily scolded Emperor Joan of Arc. His leg was broken at that time. If the previous director had not come forward to protect him, he would have been beheaded.
This is the current situation of Yunlu Academy.
Occasionally, a small number of people can get a job, but most of them are not valued and sent to corners.
More people don’t even have a job or a job, and they are still ordinary people after half of their life.
The young Zhao Shou didn't say anything at that time, but many years later, the new dean made a great wish to make his life. He wanted to return the scholars of Yunlu Academy to the temple and lead it back to its prosperity for a thousand years.
Two hundred years ago, in the dispute over the foundation of the country, the academy and the royal family had a feud. Cheng took the opportunity to deviate from the academy and founded the Imperial College, blocking the academy students from the temple.Two hundred years passed by. Today, disciple Zhao Shou welcomed Yasheng back to the temple.
I can't bow.
The sculpture of the Asahi Saint rushed into a clear light and went straight into the sky. The entire Qingyun Mountain shook at this moment, as if the mountain was sloping.
But the students and gentlemen in the academy were not panicked at all, but instead trembled all over with excitement and cried with joy.
After two hundred years, Yunlu Academy finally has a second-rank scholar.
He is not the kind of great scholar that people praise, but the second-grade great scholar in the Confucian system!
The clear light rushed into the sky, surging layer by layer, forming a huge vortex of clear air at a high altitude, which was clearly visible dozens of miles away from Qingyun Mountain.
It seems to be telling the world.
Immediately afterwards, the clear air slowly sank, fell back to the Sub-Saint Temple, and entered Zhao Shou's body.
Zhao Shou's eyes ejaculated with dazzling light, and his body was bathed in the light. This was Haoran's righteousness that washed his essence and marrow, which not only enhanced his power to express his words, but also increased the ability to withstand the magic backlash.
He felt the changes in his body carefully and understood the power of the second grade.
This is mainly divided into two aspects. On the one hand, the power of the words and methods has been greatly improved, and the revised rules will last for a long time.
For example, read: No grass grows here.
The plants and trees in this area have withered for several months or even longer. Unlike before, the effect of saying the method can only be short-lived.
In addition, it is also the most important point. Second-grade great scholars can tidy up their luck to a certain extent, gathering and destroying them. Although this operation is not as exquisite as the sorcerer, Zhao Shou already has the ability to influence the rise and fall of a dynasty.
Of course, this requires a huge price, just like Qian Zhong Daru of the Great Weekly sacrificed himself and smashed the last energy of the Great Weekly.
A clear light flashed in the sub-sacred temple, and Yang Gong and the other two entered the temple, with joy on their faces.
Dean, may you help carving the knife and unseal the seal?
Zhang Shen asked.
You will know it just by trying it.
Zhao Shou spread his palms, and the clear light rose, and a carved knife appeared in his palm.
Immediately afterwards, the Assassin Religious Crown was also worn on top of his head.
Zhao Shou stared at the carving knife and murmured:
Break the seal!
Suddenly holding the palm of his hand.
Suddenly, clear light shot out from his palm, and the one in his hand seemed to be not a carving knife, but a large light bulb.
The Confucian crown above his head also burst into dazzling light, which rushed along his arms like a carved knife.
The sculpture of the Asahistor shines with clear light and shines on the carving knife.
Buzzing... The knife trembled, and Zhao Shou's palm trembled violently, and his arms and body trembled.
Bang!
The clear light on the carving knife exploded violently, causing a strong wind to blow out the hall, blowing out the candles, and shaking the doors and windows.
Zhao Shou couldn't hold the carving knife anymore, and he didn't want to hold it. He let it float up in the air and swam around the hall.
Finally, I could speak. The one who got a thousand swordsman actually sealed me for more than 1,200 years.Don’t people say that writing trash is it?If I had come, I would definitely write better than him.
I was thinking about getting to know each other and guiding him to write a book, but I didn't appreciate it. I even thought I was annoyed and sealed me, Bah!
The curses and complaints of the carving knife were clearly heard into Zhao Shou and others.
This made Zhao Shouji somewhat embarrassed. He didn't know whether to agree or refute, so he could only choose to remain silent and pretend not to hear it.
Ahem!
Zhao Shou coughed hard, interrupted the endless curse of the carving knife, and bowed:
Have met seniors.
Yang Gong and the other two bowed:
Have met seniors!
The carving knife swept to Zhao Shou, hovering in his eyebrows, conveying his thoughts:
Hey, the supervisor said that I will unblock this generation, but it really didn't lie to me.The children of Confucianism worshipped the old thing of Confucian sages like gods, and great scholars of all dynasties were unwilling to untie the seal for me.
Why do you want to help me unseal?
Zhao Shou bowed again:
Students ask for advice if they have something to do.
Yang Gong immediately closed his sleeves and did not let the ruler fly out.
The spirit of the artifact inside the carving knife asked:
What's the matter!
Zhao Shou said in a deep voice:
I would like to ask the people of the world how to be promoted to the God of Martial Arts?
The knives did not answer immediately, but fell into a long silence.
In silence, Zhao Shou's heart slowly sank into the bottom of the valley:
Seniors don't know?
Don't be noisy!Carving a knife sprayed him, then said:
I remember when the Confucian Saint commented on the martial arts system, he said that the martial arts god was, well, after all, it has been more than 1,200 years, and I can't remember it for a while.
Then you should think about Ah... Yang Gong and others were anxious.
Zhao Shou noticed a detail that the carving knife requires recollection to remember, which shows that he has not talked about the promotion to the God of Martial Arts recently.
If it wasn't for the carving knife to reveal it, how did the surveillance officer know the way to be promoted to the God of Martial Arts?
More than ten seconds later, the carving knife suddenly said:
I remembered it, well, one premise, two conditions!
The premise is to gather luck.
The condition is to be recognized by the world and recognized by the world!
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