I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

The classical Chinese of a great Confucianist can destroy a hundred li in a single word!

Li Lin memorized the classical Chinese, and the waves directly hit the roof of the Blood Moon Cave, as if they wanted to smash everything that hindered their progress.

Just one word can destroy the entire South County!

Such a huge wave smashed down on Chu He with the force of Mount Tai.

If ordinary people were here, not to mention fourth-rank talented scholars, even first-rank Confucian scholars would feel despair when they saw this monstrous wave.

This record of classical Chinese has far exceeded the strength of the pinnacle of a first-grade Confucianism!

Li Lin has far surpassed the first-grade Confucianism and is infinitely close to a saint.

Chu He gritted his teeth and stared at Wen Qi Langtao.

He couldn't avoid this kind of style.

Behind him is the mystery that protects Feng Zishu's people. Even if he escapes, the mystery will be severely damaged and he will be powerless to resist. The three people inside will definitely have no way out.

He can only carry it hard!

At the critical moment, Chu He calmed down instead.

He let go of the jaw that had already bit his lip, and took a slow breath.

Seeing this, Li Lin couldn't help laughing and sneered: "Chu He, have you given up yet? Hahaha, so what if you are a genius stronger than me, in the end, you will still die on me..."

In the middle of speaking, Li Lin was stunned suddenly, his eyes fixed on Chu He.

Chu He exhaled the turbid air slowly, his eyes were clear, and he raised his long sword.

"Don't you see..."

On him, a sage's prestige spread out.

On the long sword, a saint's meaning slowly emerged.

"The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky..."

In Setsuna, the image of a waterfall appeared behind Chu He.

The thousand-meter-high waterfall, heavy with water like a thunderbolt, hit the bottom of the waterfall heavily.

Like a swimming dragon, it is surging and surging, with a thousand twists and turns.

Like a huge wave, the turbulent waves hit the shore and smashed everything.

"The appearance of a saint! How is this possible!"

Li Lin screamed out, clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were round and red, bloodshot.

In order to become a saint, he searched here for twenty years.

It has been thirty years since he became a first-class Confucianist!

A full thirty years! Even if he is a first-class Confucian, even if he is desperate to kill ghosts, he has never had the appearance of a saint.

"Why! Why do you have the appearance of a saint! Why do saints take a fancy to you!"

Li Lin waved his hands violently and kept roaring, pouring his whole body into the tens of meters of waves.

The waves are close at hand.

Chu He was unmoved and continued to read.

"Floating to the sea and never returning."

There was a muffled thunder in the air, and the entire Blood Moon Cave seemed to shake.

Inside the ghost domain, the snake lihumei Bai Le who had not yet left the ghost domain was startled and all looked in the direction of Xueyue Mountain.

Before they could react, a huge sage's power suddenly overwhelmed them.

The three ghosts were terrified, lying on the ground one by one, trembling, not daring to move.

There are saints out!

The three of them looked at each other in blank dismay, and they all saw the horror in each other's eyes.

On the Bloody Moon Mountain, there is a race of saints!

Before the ghost world, behind the light curtain.

The Spirit Ghost King who had just returned here to recuperate suddenly opened his eyes, and a ghostly aura burst out of his body.

Before the handsome ghosts around could react, they were overwhelmed by the huge ghost aura of the spirit ghost king and retreated.

The rest of the ghosts didn't even utter a scream, and they shattered in response.

Guishuai looked at Linggui King in horror, not knowing what happened.

The Ghost King's claws were tightly embedded in the black jade chair, and he said in a cold voice.

"Someone in the human race has been canonized."

All the handsome ghosts were shocked when they heard this.

The human race has not been canonized for nearly a hundred years, and it is about to decline and perish. Why is it canonized at this time?

A handsome ghost stepped forward and said in a low voice.

"My lord Ghost King, the human race is conferred a saint, but it is a sign of the auspicious rise of the human race. I can't wait any longer!"

Ghost King snorted coldly, and glanced at the handsome ghost.

With just one glance, the handsome ghost suddenly fell to the ground, trembling all over.

The Ghost King said coldly,

"Twenty years ago, there was a war between the human race and the ghost world. If it weren't for the twelve families of the ghost world holding me back, I would have completely eradicated the human race."

"The Twelve Family just said that the human race has declined, and said that the human race will perish by itself, and asked me to wait."

"This class lasts for twenty years. Now that there are people in the human race canonized as saints, what is the reason for the extinction of the human race that the twelve families said?"

Many handsome ghosts looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to speak to each other.

The conflict between the Twelve Families and the ghost king has a long history. Every family in the Twelve Families has a ghost king, and ghosts like them can't intervene in the matter.

The Ghost King snorted coldly and said dissatisfied.

"But with the human race conferring sainthood, the twelve families should also shut up."

"Now, my ghost world should take advantage of the fact that the new sage of the human race is not stable, and immediately find the new sage of the human race and kill him!"

The Ghost King looked at the sky of the ghost world, his blood-red vertical pupils were full of murderous intent.

In the human capital, many disciples of the National Scholars Academy, no matter what they are doing, all look to the sky together.

The prestige of the saint spread here, and everyone was ecstatic.

"Someone in my human race has been canonized!"

"No one has been conferred a saint in a hundred years. Now that there is a new saint, our human race will rise by itself!"

Inside the academy, Dean Gong Laolongxi and other great scholars gathered together, looked at the sky, and felt the majesty of the saint.

After a long time, the dean said slowly: "I don't know who in my human race can be a saint."

Old Gong shook his head and said, "I don't know. It's possible that none of the conferred saints has made any movement, and Prime Minister Wen is still in the imperial city. I don't know who it is."

The dean sighed, "No matter who it is, it is a good thing for our human race after all."

Inside the capital city, in the imperial city, Wen Xiang looked up at the sky and sighed with emotion in a low voice.

"The day when our human race prospers begins today."

In Qiankun Hall, the young emperor in a yellow robe who was reading a book couldn't help but look up at the sky, with joy on his face.

The two emperors, Wen Xiang and Emperor Wen, had joy on their faces, but Zuo Xiang had an uncertain face.

Behind Prime Minister Zuo, the eldest son slowly stepped forward and said in a low voice.

"Father, now that someone in the human race has become a saint, should our plan be postponed?"

Prime Minister Zuo nodded slightly, then shook his head slightly, undecided.

Chu He didn't know that his poetic sword intent had caused such a huge commotion.

At this moment, all he could see was the monstrous waves in front of him.

Wen Qi turns into a sword, poetry becomes a root, and turns into a thousand-meter waterfall.

Under the waterfall, thousands of catties of water flowed down, stirring up thousands of waves.

The entire waterfall stretches forward, and countless streams of water surge and converge continuously.

Finally into the sea!

A boundless sea with no boundaries appears before the waterfall and before the waves.

Li Lin crazily gathered his literary energy in the waves, and kept roaring.

"No! Impossible! You can't have the appearance of a saint! I am the one chosen by the saint!"

"Only I can be holy! You scumbags, you are all going to die!"

Chu He could no longer hear any sound. In his ears, there was only the sound of the waterfall falling.

The lapping of the waves.

And the undercurrent of the boundless sea.

The waves beat hard and crashed into the sea.