Great Blue Night Watchman

There are only so many projections on the Wen Dao wall.

However, the subsequent death of the Confucian saint is well known.

Because of Heavenly Cry and Heavenly Tears.

Everyone knew clearly that Lin Su won!

No matter how unbelievable it is, the truth is the truth…

Princess Yufeng gently held up the tea cup and raised it to the sky: "In the past, I was a passer-by in the Western Mountains, and now I am at the top of the literary and Taoist circles. How unimaginable is it?"

Xie Xiaoyan breathed out softly: "Sister Princess, do you have some regrets? On top of your Xishan Mountain, in your palace, if you had loosened your trousers a little, you would be..."

Princess Yufeng suddenly retracted her hand, held Xie Xiaoyan's mouth, and glared at her: "How dare you think of such a wild thing?"

Xie Xiaoyan held her hand, gently parted it, freed her mouth, and chuckled: "He is now comparable to the top saint. Entering the scene with him is indeed very wild. I don't dare to think about it. But princess sister, you really don’t want to?”

Princess Yufeng's hand trembled slightly, and for some reason, her heart was filled with confusion...

Xie Xiaoyan came over and said, "Sister Princess, let me give you an idea."

Princess Yufeng glanced at her but said nothing...

"When we go to Haining again, you can live directly in the West Hospital. I can tell you that we have no future in Xishan. With his status, it is impossible to come to Xishan from now on. Only Haining West Hospital can It's a place he can't give up. As long as he goes home, he can read your mind and heart. It's a simple matter to fulfill your dream. While he was playing with the girls in green, How long does it take to do this for you?"

Princess Yufeng raised her hands and held her ears tightly.

But can she hold her ears and the madness in her heart?

She knew Xiaoyan was right.

He is now comparable to the Confucian sage of the past.

Is it possible for him to return to the secular capital?

Not too possible.

The imperial city of the past, the imperial city that used to be tall for him, is now just a small barren hill for him. His world has long been on the other side of the galaxy.

Imperial power and prosperity belong to him, just the fluorescent light on a summer night.

Only family affection is the only place he can get close to.

As long as his true nature remains intact, he will return to Haining West Campus...

As long as he is romantic, there are endless possibilities for her and him...

However, does the majestic imperial princess really need to use this method?

She suddenly envied Sister Chen, Lu Yi and Cui Ying. They had known him since they were young. Because of their low status, they naturally joined the big queue, but it was a bit difficult for her to take her turn...

Also under the sunset.

The same golden light filled the sky.

Danfeng Valley, the home of the Holy Poet, is as beautiful as a dream in the sunset.

Zhuge Qingfeng looked at the sky for a long time. Next to him was a beautiful woman with a face like jade, but there was no blood on the jade. The blood rain from the sky was floating down, moistening the sand and leaving no color. This blood rain seemed to have also painted her face. The blood on her body was taken away, and the blood rain disappeared into the ground, turning into the pure air of heaven and earth. It seemed that all her thoughts were gone, leaving only nothingness...

She had to admit that since the Wenxin Pavilion behind her was destroyed by Lin Su, all her reliance was on the man beside her.

This man could have supported anyone's hopes.

Because there are two peaks behind him: the ancient alien fire tribe, and the holy family of poets.

Moreover, he himself is not a playboy. He himself is the most outstanding genius among the young people of this generation, a genius in poetry, a genius in wisdom, and a genius in spiritual practice.

Such a man would be a nightmare for any opponent.

However, the opponent they chose, Lin Su, was completely beyond their knowledge.

Lin Su struck out, and two of the twelve alien races were wiped out and ten surrendered.

And the Fire Clan was the clan he destroyed.

He didn't even give the Fire Tribe a chance to surrender.

After that blow, one of the two mountains behind Zhuge Qingfeng collapsed.

This is just the beginning, not the end.

Today, the Poet Saint was killed!

The Holy Family of Poetry was directly eliminated from the ranks of the Holy Family!

The head of the Holy Poet Family and all the elders felt like mourning their heirs, and their cries could be heard across the sky, even in the Danfeng Valley.

This man has completely lost his boundless grace...

Looking at it from this angle, there are a few white hairs in his hair...

"Master, where should we... go?" Du Bing breathed out softly.

Zhuge Qingfeng slowly retracted his gaze from a distance and turned around slowly: "As soon as the midsummer is over, the autumn wind will fill the world. Du Bing, let's go! Maybe you still have countless tips, but in this world, they are gone. Our stage..."

He returned to his quiet home and closed the door gently.

There are signs that this level will not be opened again for a long, long time.

Because Zhuge Qingfeng knew clearly that there would no longer be a stage for him in the world.

Lin Su had completely left their sight.

Lin Su was already a mountain above their heads that they could never climb.

Just like the poem he left to Zhuge Qingfeng that day: The flowers fell helplessly, the familiar swallows returned, and the fragrant path of the small garden wandered alone...

The intersection between them seemed familiar.

But the direction of the story between them is helpless.

From then on, they were all wandering alone.

However, their small garden is not on the same level at all. Even if they are wandering alone in the small garden, they cannot see each other.

Zhuge Qingfeng looked up at Lin Su, but his sight could not see through the starry sky.

As for Lin Su, he could see Zhuge Qingfeng when he leaned down, but his body didn't bother to bend down for him...

…

His eyes returned to the sky.

It's still the nameless mountain.

If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if there are immortals; if the water is not deep, it will be spiritual if there is a dragon.

The nameless mountain of the past will no longer be nameless from today on, because it is the place where the greatest legend in this world was created.

It even has a name that has been sung for thousands of years: Dingding Mountain!

There is even a poem that says: A tripod flies in front of Dingding Mountain, and from then on the mountains and rivers return in a dream.

However, naming and composing poems are things for later.

Today, Dingding Mountain is still nameless.

The wind is still blowing, and it seems to be still carefully nurturing the thrilling experience that just passed.

Suddenly, a drop of dew dropped in the grass...

This crystal dewdrop hit the bluestone and shattered into pieces. A figure appeared out of thin air, and it was Zhisheng.

He used "a plan to replace the sky" and used his wisdom to interpret himself.

Surrounded by the Saints, he told them that he would take revenge.

The spearhead is directed at Haining, Dacang Capital and the battlefields of the Western Expedition.

This finger is extremely terrifying.

Lin Su flew away on the spot.

The other saints all left immediately and rushed to the battlefield they had set in their minds.

However, the way of the wise sage specializes in finding the true power from impossible places, and his true body happens to be right where he is - in the second wisdom pearl.

The big plan of using false tricks to make them real and real tricks to make false things succeed was successful. In the circle surrounded by saints, Wisdom Sage used the strategy of diverting the tiger away from the mountain to divert the saints away at the same time. Now, at night, he reappeared.

Just as he appeared, Zhisheng's expression suddenly changed slightly...

Because in front of him, a big tree suddenly split strangely, and a figure in white gently brushed the leaves from his hair and walked out slowly.

Lin Su!

Zhisheng looked at Lin Su quietly.

Lin Su also looked at him quietly.

"The plan for heaven can be concealed from all the saints, but it cannot be concealed from you?" Zhi Sheng said.

"yes!"

"Is that Zhou Tianjing?"

Zhou Tianjing's tracking ability covers the entire sky. Lin Su's ability to lock his position must be because of Zhou Tianjing. This is the only possibility that the Zhidao Saint can think of.

However, Lin Su shook his head: "Zhou Tianjing has not yet reached a perfect state, and the traces of the saint cannot be traced."

"Oh?" Zhisheng frowned: "Does that mean your detection ability is already stronger than that of other saints?"

Lin Su smiled faintly: "Wrong again! My detection ability is at the same level as the saints at best, and it is impossible to be better than all of them. It's just that my focus is a bit biased."

"focus point?"

"Yes!" Lin Su said: "I paid attention to two points! The first point, the periphery, I have not felt the fluctuation of peripheral energy from beginning to end. If your cultivation level had not reached a point where I could not detect it at all, There is only one explanation: your true body did not come out of this mountain."

"Instead of paying attention to the main saint, you pay attention to the fluctuations of peripheral energy! It's really unique!" Zhisheng exhaled softly: "What is the second point?"

"The second point is the mystery of words." Lin Su said: "You released terrifying information in order to destroy my hometown of Haining, Dacang Capital, and the Western Expedition Army. This is an abnormal move. People in the wise way should consider themselves first and second. Worrying about the enemy, revenge and killing are not only ranked low in the minds of wise people, but also the actions of weak people. You, a generation of wise men, disdain to do it! It is said that there must be monsters when things go wrong. Your real purpose is definitely not to release terrorist news, then , there is only one real purpose, to lure the tiger away from the mountain!”

Revenge killing.

It's normal for ordinary people.

However, Venerable Yu Zhidao is an anomaly.

Why?

Because in the wise man's chessboard, revenge and killing means getting angry and admitting that you can't do anything to the rightful owner.

This is obviously abnormal for a generation of wise sages who determined everything with their wisdom.

However, most people are confused when they care. When they hear this news, they immediately panic. Who will reflect on this anomaly?

But Lin Su happened to capture Zhisheng's true motives through anomalies.

This is the intellectual game.

Zhi Sheng slowly raised his head: "I use my wisdom to determine the world. I have never convinced anyone in my life. I never expected that I would feel the edge of wisdom in you many times."

"In the world, every mountain is as high as the next, and the same is true for the way of wisdom."

Wisdom Sage said: "It is well said that there is another mountain high! In fact, the road to wisdom is also a lonely road. The wise control the world and calculate the world. The people and things in the world are all the lines in the palm. Observing people is like observing the lines in the palm. , there are very few close friends to talk to. You and I meet here today. Do you want to have a few words? "

"Please!" Lin Su waved her hand lightly.

In front of them, a coffee table appeared, and on the coffee table was a pot of tea.

"On the top of the mountain, at the top of literature and art, drinking tea facing the moon late at night is really a rare life situation." Zhi Sheng flicked his fingers, and a small moon appeared above their heads.

"Zhisheng is so elegant." Lin Su smiled, holding the pot, and poured a cup for Zhisheng.

Zhisheng smiled slightly: "You are a literary genius, and so is I, at least once. A gathering of literati should be elegant."

"Zhi Sheng must have something to ask, please." Lin Su held up the tea cup.

Zhisheng said: "I have been reflecting for half a day and still feel that I have completely transformed the "Daluotian Fingering Technique" into the "Wive Waves of the Pearl of Wisdom". It is absolutely impossible to reveal any clues. You also admitted that you are a fraud, but this fraud is It clearly shows that your homework on this saint is extremely detailed, why are you so concerned about this saint?”

Lin Sudao: "When I threw out the timetable for the Wuxin catastrophe in the Heavenly Altar, Zhisheng once checked it on the spot. This calculation process is mysterious in your eyes."

Zhisheng was shocked: "Is there a mystery? What kind of mystery?"

"Your arithmetic method is not exactly the same as the "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic" circulated in this world."

Zhisheng slowly raised his head: "It's just an arithmetic display during a calculation, just a stream of arithmetic. You can actually get a glimpse of this saint's calculation rules?"

"Arithmetic, almost all the saints have shortcomings. Even if I accurately glimpse your arithmetic vision, I can't figure out the rules of your arithmetic operations at all. But unfortunately, my arithmetic is beyond your imagination. The arithmetic calculation method is beyond your imagination. , you are really not as good as me! That’s why you look at me and know nothing, and I look at you like watching a child’s play from a high altitude!”

When I look at you, it’s like watching a child’s play from high in the sky!

what for?

In my eyes, your skills are like children's games, and I can see it clearly at a glance from a high position.

Zhisheng stared at him for a long time and did not go further into Lin Su's arrogant words, because it was meaningless to discuss the level of arithmetic at this moment. He put the teacup in his hand to his lips: "Just because the rules of arithmetic operations are beyond the universal standards of this world. , you suspect that this saint comes from a foreign land? Is this suspicion too far-fetched? You need to know that this saint is a saint, and his methods are beyond the standards of ordinary people. Isn't it normal? "

"Of course it's not just based on this! What really made me suspicious was my last trip to Qifeng Mountain." Lin Su said: "I saw the rules of foreign arithmetic in the Qifeng Mountain library, which are the same as those flowing through your eyes. There are similarities between the visions of calculation, and I also learned from there that there is a "Daluotian Fingering Method" in the Immortal World, which is derived from the "Tao of Arithmetic". The biggest feature is that the lethality increases in a geometric progression! From that moment on, I wanted to see with my own eyes the characteristics of your attack."

Wisdom Sage held up his hand and poured the tea into his mouth. He slowly moved the teacup away and exhaled in a long breath: "This sage's 'Five Waves of Wisdom Pearls' has been used countless times in front of all the saints. How can anyone ever have any doubts?"

"This is the fixed mindset." Lin Su said: "The saints are scholars, and I am a practitioner! No matter how you interpret the power of literature, it is ordinary, but on the path of spiritual practice, there is a skill that can superimpose the lethality sixteen times. How can it be an ordinary skill? Anything that can increase the power by 10% or 20% is a unique secret."

Zhisheng's eyes were filled with the brilliance of wisdom: "I think there is something in your words."

Lin Sudao: "Sage Zhi heard the sound of strings and knew the elegant meaning, how great is it? I was just thinking, if I treat you to a pot of tea tonight, how about you give me this skill?"

Zhisheng stared at him and smiled: "You actually want me to teach you this skill?"

"yes!"

"Why do you have such arrogant ideas?"

Lin Sudao: "Because of the instinct of a wise man, everything can be traded! You are in a dead situation, and you can use everything you control in exchange for your soul to return to the world of immortality."

"soul?"

"Generally, literary saints don't have souls, but Fengya does! And you obviously have it too!"

"Where's Saint Ge?"

Lin Su stared at him: "Shengge, don't think about it anymore. It is the product of this Heavenly Way. It does not belong to your immortal world and should return to the Heavenly Way."

The cards are clear.

Lin Su wants to kill Zhisheng.

Keep his soul and bring it into the world of immortality.

Zhisheng stared at him for a long time and suddenly smiled: "Lin Su, you have a good habit of detecting surrounding fluctuations. What about now? Are you detecting it?"

"There is no need for detection. I know that the first moment you saw me, I inspired a dewdrop at your feet. This dewdrop is also your pearl of wisdom. This dewdrop interprets your nine earth-shaking plans." Use this trick to isolate everything in this area!"

Zhi Sheng laughed loudly: "So, this square of heaven and earth is a blind spot for the saints to detect, and your information cannot penetrate this layer of curtain, and you cannot summon the Soldier Saint to come over at all."

"Obviously not, so I didn't even think about it." Lin Su held up the teacup and took a sip.

Zhi Sheng stopped laughing: "Then the question is, if I, a standard saint, face you, a quasi-sage of heaven, will you crush my sainthood, or will I take your head off?"

"The painting sage asked me the same question once!" Lin Su said: "Of course you know the result."

"The quasi-sage of heaven, resisting the saint, you have been inflated in front of the painting saint once, so you think that the people sitting in the third heaven are all at the level of painting saint." Zhisheng said: "It's a pity that you are wrong, this saint, Not a painting saint!”

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and a great holy power blocked the entire world.

Lin Su stared at him quietly: "You are indeed not a painting sage, you are a wise sage. A wise man uses his wisdom instead of force. Therefore, few people know that your true combat power is not inferior to that of a Confucian sage!"

"The Confucian sage uses this sage as a tool to fight against dissidents for other parties. In fact, I have always used him as a tool to erect a protective wall for this sage. Lin Su, this is a big secret. You can't take it out!"

As soon as the last six words fell!

The entire mountain peak is completely missing!

The night sky is also completely gone!

Zhisheng and Lin Su were suddenly separated by thousands of miles.

At the feet of Wisdom Saint, five rays of holy light merged into a long river, the Long River of Wisdom.

The long river is like a rolling mat, sweeping away everything in the world.

This is his holy domain.

When the holy domain appears, it is not as if it is a world of its own, but it is truly a world of its own.

It seems that this long river of wisdom is about to sweep across the holy world he created with an irresistible attitude.

Suddenly, Lin Su's eyebrows lit up, and a holy light filled the air.

Compared with the holy light on the long river of wisdom, the number of this holy light is one to five.

However, this holy light is extremely condensed.

The colors on the holy light are ever-changing.

It is the holy light of the quasi-saint of the heavenly way that Lin Su merged the red, yellow and blue holy lights and merged them through the fire furnace.

The three-color holy light represents the quasi-saint of the heavenly way.

But the fusion of the three colors is the theory of the three primary colors, which represents the infinity of the holy light.

With the appearance of this holy light, nine peaks appeared behind Lin Su.

As the peak of the music path emerged, a magical flute sound swept across the long river of wisdom, and the holy light on the long river suddenly swayed. This is the great killer of the music path "Swordsman"...

On the peak of the poetry path, the moon is shining, and the waves of the long river of wisdom are gone...

Above the bright moon, a golden-armored general opened his long bow, and the bow was like a thunderbolt, and an arrow shot at the wise saint...

On the high city wall, a general who looked like Lin Su raised a big flag, and the murderous intent of the military path was attached to the long arrow...

Chi!

The long arrow flew out and flew through the holy land of the wise saint, seeming to tear this area apart completely.

This arrow alone has the power to compete with the saints!

The wise saint's eyes flashed: "Sure enough!"

As soon as the four words fell, a drop of waves flew up under his feet to welcome the arrow that had arrived in front of him.

This arrow pierced the air, as if the world was just separated.

If it fell in the secular world, I am afraid that one arrow would flatten thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

However, this drop of wave, as light as a firefly, happened to block the arrow.

Lin Su's eyes suddenly lit up: "You are indeed worthy of competing with the Confucian Saint!"

"You have made a move, it's my turn!" The wise saint waved his sleeves lightly: "Destroy!"

As soon as the word "destroy" came out, the big wave under his feet suddenly rose ten times out of thin air, instantly flooded over Lin Su's nine peaks, and washed Lin Su's quasi-saint realm with an overwhelming force...

Lin Su's quasi-saint realm suddenly changed.

Eighteen blue lotus fires appeared out of nothing!

When the blue lotus fire was born, a strange aura penetrated the entire holy domain like lightning, and all the peaks in his holy domain were connected as one, turning into a strange furnace.

As soon as the strange furnace appeared, his quasi-saint realm became a whole, indestructible!

With a bang, the long river of wisdom poured down, and Lin Su's quasi-saint realm did not move at all. Moreover, a strange flame was backfired, surrounding Zhisheng's holy domain. Once refined, the long river of wisdom in Zhisheng's holy domain suddenly changed color.

"Literature melting furnace? Can it be used to refine other people's holy domains?" Zhisheng could hardly believe his eyes.

"Yes, am I a genius?" Lin Su smiled lightly, and the blue lotus fire soared into the sky, and the whole long river of wisdom suddenly burned.

"It is really a genius to be able to get inspiration from the literature refining treasure and then build your own literary world according to the literature melting furnace!" Zhisheng said: "But this saint's long river of wisdom also has five waves!"

When the first wave rises, the power is doubled.

Lin Su's blue lotus wonderful fire retreated thousands of miles.

When the second wave rises, the power is quadrupled.

Lin Su's blue lotus wonderful fire is completely extinguished.

When the third wave rises, the power is increased eightfold.

Lin Su's quasi-saint realm is in turmoil.

The fourth wave rose, and the power was so terrifying that it shocked the world.

Lin Su's face suddenly changed...

His quasi-saint realm also changed suddenly...

The nine peaks suddenly merged and turned into a huge peak.

Above the huge peak, there was a bright moon.

In the bright moon, "Swordsman" flowed like an ocean...

Under the huge peak, the Great Wall of Ink Dao suddenly turned into a golden Great Wall. The golden light flashing on the golden Great Wall was the killing golden light of the peerless killing array.

The peerless killing array was integrated with the Way of Soldiers and the Way of Ink Dao, and its power was increased again.

There was a loud bang.

The two strongest holy realms collided head-on.

Lin Su's holy realm was shattered, and the Wenshan Mountain was swaying.

And the long river of the wisdom of the wise saint was also swept away.

The sky reappeared, the nameless mountain reappeared, and the two stood face to face, with extremely solemn faces.

The holy domain and the holy realm collided, and the two were evenly matched.