Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

At that moment, the roar of the purple dragon suddenly stopped, and the entire Great Zhou Royal City seemed to fall into a brief silence. This strong vibration seemed to gush out from the depths of the earth, shaking everyone's heart.

On the city wall, as the smoke gradually dispersed, a tall figure gradually emerged. That was Taifu Hou. He stood there like a majestic mountain. Although he was seriously injured, he was still tenacious. His face was as pale as paper, with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. His hair was disheveled, his clothes were ragged, and blood was constantly flowing from multiple wounds on his body, but his posture was still as straight as a pine tree.

However, his eyes were still firm and cold, as if the injury could not shake him in the slightest.

"The power of this sword is probably close to that of the Yasheng Treasure. I never expected that the sword used by Mr. Xue back then has been passed into the hands of Ci Song."

Zhang Wenlong held the Shuihan Sword in his hand, his tone full of emotion. He finally recognized the Shuihan Sword at this moment. When Xue Fufeng had not become a master and was still a teacher of Kong Sheng Academy, he traveled to Tianyuan under the pseudonym Jiang Jian. At that time, he The sword used is this water cold sword.

"Successful, we broke his secret method of transforming into a dragon."

The other six literary giants gathered around Zhang Wenlong. At this moment, they could clearly feel that Taifu Hou's aura was declining rapidly, but they did not dare to pursue rashly. Although they broke through the purple dragon's defense, the seven of them also paid their dues. After paying a huge price, there is not much talent left in their bodies at this moment, and they can only barely maintain their flight.

"Don't be careless. This person is the Great Zhou Taifu after all. The methods of the Great Zhou royal family are by no means as simple as we imagined."

The literary giant of Yan State said in a deep voice that he knew the strength of Taifu Hou, and even if he was seriously injured now, he could never take it lightly.

"Everyone, take action together and make sure to kill with one strike!"

Zhao Guowenhao also said that he knew this was their only chance. If they missed it, they might never have the chance to defeat Taifu Hou.

The seven people looked at each other, and then simultaneously activated the remaining talents in their bodies, preparing to launch the final blow.

However, just when they were about to take action, Taifu Hou said: "Everyone, I am at the end of my rope. If you want to kill me, just do it."

There was a hint of exhaustion and helplessness in his words, but more of a calmness and calmness.

Upon hearing Taifu Hou's words, the seven people were stunned. They did not expect that Taifu Hou would face death so calmly.

"Taifu Hou, are you stalling for time, waiting for help?" Yan Guo's literary giant asked in a deep voice.

"I am seriously injured and at the end of my rope. Where can I wait for help?"

Taifu Hou smiled bitterly and shook his head, "If I really have a backup plan, do you think you can really survive until now?"

"You..." The literary giant of Yan State choked at Taifu Hou's words. They were indeed worried about Taifu Hou's help. After all, the power of the Zhou royal family should not be underestimated.

"Since Mr. Hou is so honest, let's send you on your way." Zhao Guowenhao took a deep breath and said.

"Everyone, I still have something to say. Can you satisfy my wishes?"

Before the seven people could respond, Taifu Hou suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of the Royal City of Zhou Dynasty, with a trace of tenderness and reluctance flashing in his eyes.

"It has been one thousand one hundred and thirty-five years since I was born, Hou Yuan. During this period, I have been with the old emperor, guarding the royal city with him, and guarding the final peace of the Zhou Dynasty."

Speaking of this, Taifu Hou's tone was full of vicissitudes of life and emotion, as if he was recalling his own life.

"I have a dull qualification and have spent my whole life unable to break through to the Holy Realm. I should have died three hundred years ago and died in this world. However, the old emperor treated me well and extended my life with the spirit of a true dragon, allowing me to It’s still alive.”

"After today's battle, I know that my fate will not be long, but if I can be loyal to Zhou Dynasty and the emperor, I will die without regrets."

There was a kind of tragedy and determination in Taifu Hou's words, and his figure became taller and majestic on the city wall.

Hearing Taifu Hou's words, the seven literary giants couldn't help but fell silent.

"Master Hou, you have dedicated your life to the Zhou Dynasty. We admire your loyalty."

Zhang Wenlong said in a deep voice, his tone no longer full of hostility and murderous intent, replaced by a kind of admiration and respect.

"Thank you."

Taifu Hou nodded slightly, and then he turned around again and looked in the direction of the Royal City of Zhou Dynasty, as if he was saying his final farewell.

"Old Emperor, I have to take the first step and can no longer protect you."

His voice was full of reluctance and sadness, as if he was telling a deep emotion.

As Taifu Hou finished speaking, his body suddenly began to tremble, and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if all life had been drained away. His originally tough figure was now as stooped as a dead tree, his skin had become shriveled and saggy, and wrinkles were deeply etched on his face, like ravines.

His breath was also declining rapidly, as if an invisible force was pulling the life force out of his body bit by bit. The seven literary giants looked at this scene in shock. They did not expect that Taifu Hou would choose this way to end his life.

Zhang Wenlong could see Taifu Hou's current situation at a glance, "Is this... a plan to self-destruct?"

Self-destruction of vitality is an extremely extreme and cruel way of suicide. Practitioners will actively destroy the vitality in their bodies in order to achieve the purpose of rapid death. This method is not only extremely painful, but the stronger the physique, the stronger the backlash.

"Taifu Hou, why do you have to do this?"

The literary masters of Zhao sighed. Although they were enemies of Taifu Hou, they had to admire his loyalty and determination.

However, Taifu Hou did not answer them. He just stood there quietly, letting his body wither a little bit. There was no firmness and coldness in his eyes before, but peace and tranquility instead.

In the end, Taifu Hou turned into a dry bone, standing quietly on the city wall, and his figure looked more bleak and sad in the afterglow of the sunset.

The seven literary masters looked at the dry bones, and an inexplicable emotion surged in their hearts. Everyone says that those who worry about the country do not care about their own bodies, but how many people in this world can really sacrifice their lives for the country?

This old man who dedicated his whole life to the Great Zhou Dynasty actually chose such a decisive way to end his life. This loyalty and determination made them admire him, but also felt a little sad.

If it were them, would they stick to their original intentions at the cost of their own lives like Hou Taifu?

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