I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

One in a million hope, and hope.

It seems that I will go to the ghost world next time.

Chu He slowly relaxed.

As long as there is hope, there is room for maneuver.

Looking at Chu He, Wen Xiang seemed to have guessed something, and said.

"Chu He, the battle between the two worlds is about to begin. Would you like to follow the team to the ghost world?"

team?

Chu He looked at Wen Xiang suspiciously.

Wen Xiang nodded and spoke.

"In the literati army, there is a special army called Ghost Room."

"After the battle between the two worlds begins, they will go deep into the ghost world, hide themselves, and constantly search for information about the ghost world, so as to achieve the goal of knowing themselves and the enemy."

"Of course, it is absolutely impossible for a Daru to exist in the ghost squad, because as soon as a Daru steps into the ghost world, he will be instantly noticed by the ghost king."

"But Confucian scholars in the realm of talented scholars will not cause fluctuations."

"That's why I want to use this to form a special army ghost room and enter the ghost world."

Chu He frowned.

He didn't see any information about this army in Shuge, and he didn't even mention the battle between Liangjieshan twenty years ago.

He asked his doubts.

Wen Xiang looked at him and said.

"The battle between the two mountains twenty years ago did not exist in the ghost world."

"When I came up with this idea, the battle between the Two Realms Mountains 20 years ago had ended, so naturally there was no need to go deep into the ghost world."

"But this time, I want to try."

"Ghost cultivators have rebels to help them detect information, but we humans have no way to know the transfer of the ghost world."

"I am in the open and the enemy is in the dark. This is also the reason why the strong human race was almost cut in half in the battle between the two mountains twenty years ago."

"If we can detect information in advance and make arrangements, we can avoid it in advance, or even form a siege, so as to fight more and less."

Chu He nodded, approving Wen Xiang's idea.

This is equivalent to a spy war in disguise, sending out spies in advance to detect the opponent's strength and movements.

Before Chu He could speak, Wen Xiang continued.

"Now is not the time to discuss things, wait until you have awarded the reward, think carefully, and then come to me."

"Gong Xiaochen's body... can be temporarily sealed in the bookstore. There is a literary spirit in the bookstore, which can guarantee that his body will not be damaged."

After explaining the matter, Wen Xiang left alone.

Zhao Shanhe glanced at it, and told Longxi to deal with the follow-up matters, and keep up with Wen Xiang.

In the other courtyard, Zhao Shanhe looked at Wen Xiang, frowned and said in a low voice.

"Why did you tell him that Gong Xiaochen's spiritual consciousness might be in the ghost world?"

"You know that this is completely impossible, even if Gong Xiaochen's spiritual consciousness can pass through the gate of the ghost world, but he is a ghost cultivator of at most a seventh-rank wandering soul, he doesn't even have a mind, and he will die in the ghost world at some point. "

"Even if Chu He goes looking for it, not to mention that Gong Xiaochen's spiritual sense has no consciousness, it is a huge domain of the ghost world, when will he find it?"

Wen Xiang shook his head and said.

"It's better to have hope in your heart than to have no hope at all."

"Chu He goes to the ghost world, not necessarily to find Gong Xiaochen, but he needs to do something to make up for his heart."

"Because he was expelled, Gong Xiaochen rashly summoned the ghost king of the ghost world, and died because of him."

"Chu He's literary heart has been damaged. He must do something to forgive himself in his heart."

After Wen Xiang finished speaking, he continued to speak.

"The Battle of the Two Boundaries Mountains has begun. With his strength, he cannot fight on the Two Boundaries Mountains."

"Because his strength is too outstanding, but his rank is not high."

"Even if he can achieve the strength comparable to a second-rank Confucian with the realm of a fourth-rank talented scholar, he is still not a great Confucian after all. Facing some things, only strength can't help."

"However, it is too violent to incorporate him into the ordinary civilian army. Only by going to the ghost world and going deep into it can we sharpen it well."

Zhao Shanhe frowned, thought for a while, and said.

"So you proposed the arrangement of the ghost army? Go along with the flow?"

Wen Xiang nodded.

"Chu He also knows in his heart that his literary heart has been damaged, and going to the ghost world to find Gong Xiaochen is just one way to repair it. The other way is to keep killing ghosts."

"The ghosts in Liangjie Mountain are too weak, they can't."

"Powerful ghost cultivators can only be found in the ghost world."

"And the only one who can repair the damage to his literary heart is a ghost cultivator."

Zhao Shanhe suddenly stood up, opened his eyes and shouted.

"He's crazy!"

"The Snake Ghost King is in the ghost world, and his strength is stronger than that of a top-ranked Confucian!"

"The Snake Ghost King is weakened in the capital, and the three of us can't kill him together. How can Chu He, He De, be able to enter the ghost world to kill the Snake Ghost King?"

Wen Xiang shook his head, sighed, and spoke.

"I don't know, but he was very rational and made a decision that was not impulsive and angry."

"I think he should be hiding something."

"He probably wouldn't go directly to the Snake Ghost King. That's not revenge, it's begging for death."

Hearing what Wen Xiang said, Zhao Shanhe sighed and said.

"He has a great relationship with the new saint of the human race. I don't know what the new saint will do for him."

Wen Xiang shook his head and said.

"Xinsheng won't do anything."

"The reason why saints are saints is because they can deliberate and develop."

"Chu He's promotion is too fast, and his strength is too strong. He needs some tempering and suppression now to stabilize Wenxin."

"Gong Xiaochen's accident has already demonstrated this point."

"Gong Xiaochen was just a close friend of his in the academy. Although half of the reasons for his death were due to him, most of them were due to the arrangement of the White Ghost King."

"In this case, his literary heart can still be damaged, which shows that his literary heart is unstable and not strong enough."

"Going to the ghost world may be able to make up for this very well."

"The saint is also clear, so the saint will not intervene."

Zhao Shanhe sighed, paced forward, looked at the capital outside the window, the ruins of the battle place in the distance, clenched his fists, and said through clenched teeth.

"There must be left ministers involved in this matter!"

"In such a big capital city, there are only two first-rank peak Confucian scholars. The snake ghost king is coming, but he has not even seen a shadow. I don't believe it without his participation."

Wen Xiang also looked out the window and said lightly.

"The Snake Ghost King is coming, and the thousand-meter radius of our battle is shaking. Tonight, the people in the capital will be killed or injured at least three thousand."

"And this account must be fully recorded in the account of the left minister."

Wen Xiang's voice gradually turned cold, and he said coldly.

"I used to be bound by etiquette, so I didn't want to talk about killing."

"But now I suddenly figured it out."

"There is no strong man sitting in the town, and there is no ritual system formed by the accumulation of slaughtered blood. It is just an illusion."

"Any ritual can only be born under deterrence!"