Fantasy: So I Am a Peerless Expert

How can these people not be shocked that such a terrifying force of luck was born in the sacrifice of Tian Jianzong.

With Li Yixi's brush strokes, the content on the paper continued to increase. At this moment, in the middle of the sky, over a desolate forbidden area, there was a loud rumbling noise at this moment, shrouded in the dark clouds above the Confucian Temple, one after another. The power of thunder was born, and under the power of thunder, those dark clouds were constantly dissipating at this moment, and an area appeared in the sky above the Confucian Temple.

"boom!"

At this moment, the huge statues in the Confucian Temple seemed to have come alive, sending out an astonishing awe-inspiring force. At this moment, one after another broke in the Confucian Temple. There was a shadowy figure, but none of these people said a word at this moment. In the eyes of the few people at this moment, which had been muddy because of their old age, bursts of spirits burst out at this moment, staring at the huge statue. .

In front of the statue at this moment, countless talents gathered and turned into words, "At the beginning of the human being, the nature is good. The nature is similar, but the habit is far away. If you don't teach, you are changing. The way of teaching is expensive. The mother of Ximeng, choose Neighbors. If you don’t learn, you’ll break the machine... These ten meanings are the same as everyone."

When the last word of the same word fell, the statue of the Confucian Temple made a bang, and its anger skyrocketed to nine inches, dispelling the cloud over the sky one point at a time.

"Boom!"

The seal formation at the infinite height, at this moment, under the talent, broke a lot.

"Baia San!"

In the Confucian Temple at this moment, several old figures, looking at the disappearing text, left tears in their old eyes, bowing to the void. At this moment, these people are not sad, but weeping with joy.

"Wen Dao revitalizes, immortal roads should appear, Xiaoyao Wang will destroy my literary tao, don’t think about it, what if my literary luck is taken away, my literary sage article is born, when you disperse the power of evil, when the power of evil is exhausted When I disperse, my literary spirit will surely go straight to the nine heavens." At this moment, the oldest figure in the Confucian Temple, a cold light appeared in his eyes, full of hatred, and anger to the extreme.

"I'll wait, worship Yasheng!" At this moment, the old Confucianism bowed to the void, with excitement in their eyes. Such a shocking article, benefiting the people, and nine inches of talents, represents the work of Yasheng.

At this moment, outside the forbidden area of ​​the Confucian Temple, in the dark clouds covering the Confucian Temple, countless figures shook, like evil spirits, wanting to enter the Confucian Temple.

Those overcast clouds are not simply overcast clouds, but are transformed by the power of evil arranged by the Immortal King Xiaoyao. They are corroding the power of Wendao's luck all the time. To this day, a shocking article has broken one place. The power of robbery has strengthened the luck of the Confucian Temple.

In the Confucian Temple at this moment, the headed old man has not yet gotten up, but at this moment, he feels that the demons born within the power of evil want to enter the Confucian Temple and devour their talents. The old man's eyes are cold, he directly looks outside the Confucian Temple, and speaks: "roll!"

With a burst, the power of the mighty erupted, and the body of the demons in the power of evil evaporates directly and continuously, making a terrifying howling sound, and the body that has not appeared outside the power of the evil seems to be lit by flames. In general, he uttered a piercing and miserable howl, and went to the depths of the power of evil, but the cultivation base did not exist.

"Outside the evil spirits, my literary spirit is resurrected, who can stop it!" At this moment, the old man's voice exploded in the void. For a long time, these evil forces have caused trouble, and the forbidden area of ​​the Confucian Temple has been shrouded by evil forces (clouds). It is difficult for them to absorb their talents and convert them into awe-inspiring power. They have been very jealous, but now the evil forces have been partially dispelled. They can cultivate the power of awe, so naturally they can no longer bear it.

The reason why these people misunderstood Li Yixi as a saint was because they didn’t know the content of the "Sanzi Jing" written by Li Yixi. What Li Yixi wrote today is just a small part of the "San Zi Jing". If Li Yixi had written the complete "Three Character Classics", then the soaring talent in the Confucian Temple would not be only nine inches tall, but it would break through ten inches, the level of the saint of the Great Dao.

At this moment, Li Yixi in the Supreme Taoist Palace, holding the pen in his hand, looked at the three-character classics he wrote with satisfaction. The three-character classics were originally enlightenment readings, and Li Yixi prepared them for Jun Wushen.

"Teacher, have you finished writing?"

At this moment, Jun Wushen, not tall, can't see what Li Yixi has written, looking at Li Yixi expectantly.

"Well, let's learn these for the time being!"

"The enlightenment I prepared for you is the Three-Character Classic. I hope you will read it well." Li Yixi looked at Jun Wushen's expectant gaze, smiled, and said.

"Yes, teacher, I will never let you down." Jun Wushen nodded immediately with a serious expression on his face.

At this moment, Li Yixi picked up Jun Wushen and put it on the chair, so that Jun Wushen could see clearly what he wrote. However, when Jun Wushen's gaze fell on the paper, Jun Wushen was stunned, because at this moment, Jun Wushen looked at the paper on the desk in front of him, and the terrifying Taoist rhyme flowed, but Jun Wushen God was horrified to discover that he could only see three of these words, and these three words were extremely vague. When Jun Wushen wanted to read the fourth word, Jun Wushen’s eyes almost bleed, and he was frightened. Jun Wushen immediately looked away.

"This is divine text, mind divine text."

Jun Wushen, who was sitting on the chair at the moment, was stunned for an instant, with incredible colors in his eyes. Unexpectedly, as soon as he went to apprenticeship today, he saw the divine writing of Mind. But Jun Changsheng said that the divine writing of Mind can capture and comprehend it for his own use. But at this moment, Jun Wushen feels powerless and shocked. , Because let alone capture and comprehend, even if he saw it, he couldn't see it. Fortunately, Li Yixi's voice sounded when Jun Wushen didn't know how to read.

"Godless, today the teacher prepared for you is the Three-character Sutra, you should follow the teacher to read, at the beginning of man, nature is good..." At this moment, Li Yixi began to teach the king to be godless.

"At the beginning of man, human nature is good..." At this moment, Jun Wushen heard Li Yixi’s voice and was instantly overjoyed. Li Yixi taught him this way, even if he could not see the above thoughts and gods. The impact on him is not particularly big. Li Yixi was shocked, Jun Wushen's memory was really terrifying, just after teaching it twice, Jun Wushen could recite the three-character memorial of this fragmented text upside down.

Li Yixi left the study satisfactorily, but at this moment Jun Wushen had no intention to stop. Jun Wushen seemed to be in a demon, sitting there, reciting continuously.

With Jun Wushen's recitation, Jun Wushen was surprised to find that at the moment when a trace of talent was born in his body, the thoughts and writings in front of him became a lot more solid, and the words he could see gradually increased.

"Wen Dao, so profound, don't lose the heart palpitations of the ancestors." At this moment, Jun Wushen not only gave birth to talent, but also received countless benefits in the recitation.