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Crush Zhao Shanhe's literary heart?

Chu He's pupils shrank suddenly, and the other three were also shocked.

The man sat cross-legged on the ground and said, "I came here twenty years ago. You probably don't know my name. My name is Li Lin, and some people call me Qilin, but I haven't been here for twenty years, and the world should have almost forgotten it." gone."

"Don't worry, with my current state, it's easy to harm you, so you don't have to be too vigilant."

While speaking, Li Lin revealed a little bit of style.

For just a moment, except for Chu He, the three of Feng Zishu felt that the air seemed to freeze for a moment, and the huge literary aura even made them unable to breathe.

"Huh? Your literary qi is beyond my imagination, but you can have a literary qi comparable to a third-rank at the fifth-rank level. You are really talented, Chu He."

Li Lin looked at Chu He and said in surprise.

Chu He slowly put away his literary spirit, and said lightly: "In front of someone like you who can say that there is no difficulty under the first rank, I still dare not call myself a genius."

Just now, Li Lin showed a trace of literary spirit, which is enough to show that he is far beyond the first-grade Confucianism.

Not to mention the three of Feng Zishu, even if Chu He faced them, there was no room for them to fight back.

His elegant appearance made Chu He suspect that even if the Ghost King was here, he would inevitably fall into a disadvantage.

Since Li Lin was so powerful and showed no hostility, there was no need for everyone to continue to be on guard.

Feng Zishu took out a suit of clothes from his kit and handed them to Li Lin.

Li Lin changed his clothes, looked left and right, and said with a smile, "It's been twenty years, and I finally have clothes to wear."

Chu He asked.

"Senior, after you smashed Zhao Shanhe's Wenxin, you disappeared from the human race's sight. Could it be that you have been here all along?"

Li Lin raised his head, sighed, and said slowly.

"My talent back then was the number one in the human race, and also the most promising existence."

"But you also know that the human race has not produced a saint for nearly a hundred years, and no one has given me advice on the way forward. I have been stuck in the first-rank Confucianism for more than two years. My literary spirit is already invincible, but I have not even touched the edge of Confucianism and Taoism. .”

"At that time, the ghost world was powerful and constantly invading. I was anxious and wanted to become a saint quickly."

Chu He and the others nodded, understanding clearly.

Twenty years ago, when the ghost king of the ghost world was crowned king, the ghost king fought against the human race. Together with the ghost emperor, he led the twelve families of the ghost world and the ghost king's lineage to attack Liangjie Mountain.

At that time, Prime Minister Wen did not turn against each other, and the two great Confucian scholars led hundreds of Confucian scholars above the third rank, hundreds of thousands of talented scholars, and even millions of Confucian scholars entered the army.

Tens of thousands of Taoist monks came out of the mountain together, even if they were converts to Buddhism, the 100,000 Buddhist monks whose eyes were empty and not contaminated by the world, also accompanied the army.

That is the real human race to fight against the ghost world.

At the end of the battle, the ghost world was beaten back, and the human race suffered heavy casualties.

Eighty percent of the five hundred great Confucian scholars died, leaving only one hundred great Confucian scholars of the entire human race, and more than half of the hundreds of thousands of talented scholars and millions of Confucian scholars were killed or injured.

Taoism and Buddhism also lost 30% of their lives, and they have only barely recovered until now.

Lin Zhennan led a group of martial arts practitioners and ordinary soldiers to defend against the enemy. Only 500,000 of the 3 million soldiers remained.

The human race was almost cut off in the middle.

Such a tragic price only caused the ghost world to lose 20% of its army.

However, after that, the twelve families in the ghost world did not share the spoils equally, and began to fight among themselves. The twelve families also gradually became dissatisfied with the command of the spirit ghost king, so they stopped attacking Liangjie Mountain.

At that time, a great Confucian said that if the ghost world was united, even if the human race was the last one, it would be difficult to escape the nightmare of destruction.

It was also at that time that Zuo Xiangwen began to split slowly, Zuo Xiang became more and more inclined to the court, and now there is a faint tendency to fall into the ghost world.

Chu He and others didn't see it with their own eyes, but they can imagine the tragedy just by looking at the scriptures.

Fang Yi sighed: "Too many people died at that time."

Li Lin sighed.

"After the Ghost Realm retreated from the enemy, I first entered the old place of Confucius. After searching for a year, I couldn't find a way to become a half-sage. Finally, I came to Liangjie Mountain and found a jade leaf before entering here."

Chu He and the others looked at Li Lin with sympathy in their eyes.

Twenty years later, Li Lin is still a first-rank Confucian, even though he is far superior to ordinary first-rank Confucians, and even surpasses the first-rank Wen Xiang in the human race, he is still a first-rank Confucian.

Obviously, Li Lin did not find a way to become a saint here.

With sadness in Li Lin's eyes, he said, "Twenty years have passed, and I have been using blood moon spar to sharpen my Wenxin here, but no matter how much I absorb, even if my Wenxin is as clear as water now, I cannot be conferred a saint."

Zhang Heng couldn't help but said.

"Senior, since you can't become a saint here, why don't you leave here? As long as senior goes out, you will be the number one in the human race, and you can also help the human race."

Hearing this, Li Lin showed an even sadder expression.

"I know that when I stay here for ten years without canonization, I already want to go out."

"But I didn't find out until then."

"I can't get out."

Chu He and the others were startled suddenly, and Fang Yi asked quickly.

"Senior, what do you mean you can't get out?"

Li Lin looked around and said coldly.

"This place seems to be full of precious things, but this place is actually a cage. No matter what race people come in, it is impossible to get out in the end."

"For twenty years, there have been ghost cultivators entering. I killed them all, but I still couldn't find a way out."

"Here is a place of death."

Chu He and the others suddenly opened their eyes wide, stood up abruptly, and looked around.

It's just that when Chu He looked at Feng Zishu, he saw that apart from shock, there was also a trace of doubt in Feng Zishu's eyes.

Li Lin looked at a few people and said with a faint smile: "You are human race, I will not kill you, but unfortunately, you can't get out either."

"But anyway, we can still chat here, and I can still listen to you talk about interesting things outside."

After all, Li Lin swiped lightly with his right hand, and four vacancies appeared on the huge blood moon crystal pillar, just enough for one person to sit in.

"If you want to practice, go there to practice, it is the best place."

"But no matter how you practice, you can't get out, hehe, it's all useless work."

"Useless work."

Li Lin spoke slowly, walked to the side of the pillar, and sat down slowly.

Chu He narrowed his eyes and looked at Feng Zishu.

Just now he saw a trace of confusion in Feng Zishu's eyes.

Feng Zishu should know something.

Feng Zishu also looked at Chu He, and finally sighed after a long time, pointing his finger in the direction of Li Lin.

Chu He narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists with a trace of anger in his eyes.

Fang Yi and the others didn't see any strangeness between them, and said with a wry smile: "Come on, come here, at least you can enjoy the pleasure."