Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

"Ding, because the host has occupied the literary world and destroyed the place of calamity, it will change the direction of calamity in the future!"

When Qin Wudao was filled with confusion, the system's voice sounded again.

"Can calamity be measured and changed?" Qin Wudao asked.

There was no reply from the system this time. After a while, Qin Wudao smiled in relief.

He realized he had asked a stupid question.

Is there anything in this world that cannot be changed?

When the strength is strong enough, not to mention calamities, even time and space, life and death, and even the entire universe can be changed.

“Even if we measure the calamity of the change, we don’t know whether it is a blessing or a curse!”

Qin Wudao said to himself, focusing on Mencius, with a solemn expression and a hint of expectation: "System, summon Mencius!"

Mencius!

An important figure in Confucianism, he was the first to put forward the idea of ​​"people are more valuable than the emperor", and he was posthumously named a legendary figure of the Lesser Sage.

boom!

In the sky above the territory of Da Qin Xianting, immeasurable literary energy emerged, covering the sky and covering the starry sky.

A strong aura of awe-inspiring righteousness descended from the sky and enveloped the world.

"A powerful man of letters has arrived!"

Countless literati raised their heads, looked up at the sky and said.

"If you are poor, you can do good to yourself; if you are rich, you can do good to the world!"

"The best thing about people's troubles is to be their teacher!"

"A gentleman does not complain about heaven, nor blame others!"

"Be born in sorrow and die in happiness!"

In the dark, there is a supreme being who is teaching the Tao, which makes countless literary cultivators happy, as if they have entered a state of enlightenment, and the previously obscure literary Tao suddenly becomes clear.

"These are the words of the One!"

Zhuge Liang, Xiao He, Zhao Yun, Yue Fei and others looked up with surprise on their faces, and quickly stood up and saluted.

Above the sky, amidst the overwhelming righteousness, a man wearing Confucian robes and a calm face appeared. In his eyes, there was wisdom beyond the ordinary, and he understood the true meaning of the world.

"My lord, Mencius, pays homage to Your Majesty!"

Name: Mencius!

Cultivation level: Early stage of Immortal Emperor!

Kung Fu: "Confucian Classics"!

Supernatural power: Confucianism and Taoism sword, awe-inspiring righteousness, the power of sages, the world of Confucianism in the palm of your hand, and the sage's voice preaching.

Introduction: Ke, whose name is Ziyu, was born in the state of Zou. He was a philosopher, thinker, and educator during the Warring States Period. He was a representative figure of the Confucian school after Confucius and before Xunzi. Together with Confucius, he was called "Confucius and Mencius".

In the imperial study room, Qin Wudao was checking Mencius' introduction. After discovering that Mencius had the cultivation level of an Immortal Emperor, he was overjoyed.

Not easy!

Great Qin Xianting has developed so far that it finally has a top-notch expert in charge!

"Send an order to enthrone Mencius as the deputy chief of Confucianism and enshrine him with the first rank!"

After checking the introduction, Qin Wudao ordered loudly.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Mencius respected the way of courtesy, and his face showed neither sadness nor joy, but endless talent flowing around him, just like the embodiment of the great way of literature.

Half a day later.

The results of the discussion between the Great Qin Immortal Court and the literary world spread throughout the world, causing an uproar among countless forces.

At the same time, it was also spread that the literary ancestors deceived the literary context, the literary masters plagiarized the works of their ancestors, and the poetic ancestors usurped the immortal poems, etc., which brought the reputation of the literary world to the bottom.

"Now, what should we do!"

In a certain Zhongqian World, there is a literary palace. At this time, more than a thousand literati gathered. Their faces were haggard and their eyes were dull, as if they had been severely hit.

In the central hall, there were several figures sitting, including the elder of the painting academy, who said in a deep voice.

If they fail to discuss Taoism, they will naturally be unable to stay in the literary world.

So he moved here.

"What else can we do? There were once hundreds of millions of literati who worshiped us, but now there are only a few thousand left. What else can we hope for? We can live in peace and contentment."

The Grand Elder of the Literary Academy sighed, his tone full of desolation.

After the discussion, some people left the literary palace. After they moved away from the literary world, there were only more than a thousand people left, which was not as large as the number of people in a small family.

Moreover, the most fatal thing is that Wen Gong has no future.

With the news of Wen Gong's dirty deeds, I wonder who else in the world is willing to join Wen Gong?

"So what if there are only a thousand people left?"

At this moment, a young figure walked into the hall and said firmly: "Wen Palace has inherited several epochs, how can it perish in the hands of my generation?"

The chief elder of the Wen Yuan raised his head, glanced at the visitor, shook his head and said, "Stop making trouble, what are you going to do to revive the Wen Palace?"

The person in front of me is the direct bloodline of the author.

But he is not taken seriously and is considered a marginal figure.

His name is Wen Zhiming!

"Just rely on my talent!"

Wen Zhiming smiled slightly, and the void behind him shattered, and a figure walked out, wearing a white robe and holding a writing brush, writing the spring and autumn of eternity.

A great Luo Jinxian aura swept across the hall, shocking everyone present.

"Wenzu Faxiang!"

The Grand Elder of the Academy of Literature exclaimed, his expression suddenly changed, he cupped his hands and said, "I am willing to be loyal to the Young Master!"

As the elder of Wen Gong, he naturally does not want Wen Gong to become a sea of ​​history.

"What about you?"

Wen Zhiming looked at the others and asked calmly.

"We are willing to serve you young master!"

Everyone looked at each other and bowed respectfully.

"So good!"

"Don't worry, elders, it won't be long before you feel happy for your decision!"

A smile appeared on Wen Zhiming's face, and a trace of calamity flashed in his bright eyes, which contained endless death, as if the door to hell had been opened.

No one knew that a black shadow was entrenched in his Dantian.

If Wen Zu were here, he would definitely be surprised to find that the 'Dragon Slaying Technique' he acquired was only a small part of the Black Shadow inheritance.

Hall of Ten Thousand Races.

Ditian looked at the author whose Dantian was shattered and whose life was hanging by a thread. He hesitated for a moment and took out a 'Holy Pill' and fed it into the latter's mouth.

The 'Holy Pill' enters the body and generates countless rays of the power of the Hongmeng Dao, which wraps the body of the text master and begins to expel the power of punishment from the heavenly text veins, repair the Dantian, and recover from injuries.

"You're getting an advantage!"

Di Tian stood on the edge, his heart bleeding.

He obtained a total of ten holy elixirs, and in just a short time, he had already used three.

"Where am I?"

The ‘Holy Pill’ is very effective.

Not long after, the author woke up, looked at the majestic hall, and asked weakly.

"Ten Thousand Clans Hall!"

Di Tian said angrily.

The author turned his head and said to Di Tian: "The emperor saved me, but to translate the ancient demon text?"

Ditian nodded honestly.

If the author hadn't been valuable, he wouldn't have come to the rescue and given the precious 'Holy Pill'.

"It's okay if you want me to translate, but the emperor wants to agree to one condition for me, which is to destroy the Great Qin Immortal Court and bloodbath the Great Qin Wen Dao ten times!"

The author's eyes widened and he said with murderous intent. His cold voice made people shudder.

Di Tian did not hesitate and said in a cold voice: "Tomorrow, I will send someone to send you the ancient demon writing skills. As for your conditions, they are not worth mentioning. I will make the people of the Great Qin Immortal Court extinct!"

"Xiao Shu, this Great Qin Immortal Court is really powerful. I want to be friends with the King of Great Qin. What do you think?"

In a certain starry sky, a young man in rough clothes walked slowly with his hands on his back and ancient books on his head, as if walking in a courtyard, but with every step he took, he could pass through a star field.

He looked in the direction of Tai Xuantian's vast world and showed a bright smile.