I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

Anxiety appeared in Wen Xiang's eyes, and he kept looking around, only to find that no one in the entire human race could ascend to the air and receive Chu He.

Wuxiu doesn't have the ability to rise to the top of the sky, and they can only rise to the air that is not high by virtue of their martial spirit.

Only twenty meters.

Twenty meters is far from hundreds of meters.

Is there no one who can pick up Chu He?

In such a huge human race, no one can protect Chu He?

With a bang, a figure suddenly rose up.

Wen Xiang was overjoyed, but found that the one who rose into the air was the Spirit Ghost King.

The Spirit Ghost King is from the lineage of ghost cultivators, and he was able to absorb some ghost energy just after the ghost emperor fell.

Although he didn't have the ability to get a piece of the pie when the eight ghost kings divided up the ghost emperor's ghost energy, but just a trace of ghost energy was enough for him to fly into the air.

With a bang, the Ghost King floated in the air, caught Chu He who had already fallen twenty meters, and then fell steadily to the ground.

...

Above Xuantian, a figure slowly emerged.

Wearing a gourd on the waist, a long sword on the left, a pair of spiritual eyes, looking down at the ground.

Beside him, a woman appeared, following his gaze, looking towards the ground.

The woman laughed lightly and said.

"Isn't it surprising that your good disciple broke through your plan and reached the third-rank great Confucianism faster than you?"

Sword Immortal Qinglian shook her head, but said nothing.

The woman continued.

"How interesting, a person who is no more than a fourth-grade gifted scholar can break through a saint's plan and recite your poems in advance, hehe, a fate that a saint can't arrange, what will happen in the future is really curious. "

Sword Immortal Qinglian shook her head and raised her head.

Only then did the woman realize that Sword Immortal Qinglian had a serious expression on her face, and there was no trace of a smile in her eyes.

This is a rare thing.

Ever since she came to Xuantian, she has never seen the most romantic and passionate man in front of her with such an expression.

"what happened?"

The woman put away the smile on her face and asked softly.

Qinglian Sword Immortal said lightly.

"How could a fourth-grade talent be able to break through my plan."

"Behind this matter, something is disturbing me."

The woman frowned, narrowed her eyes slightly, and spoke.

"Is it the existence on the opposite side?"

Sword Immortal Qinglian shook her head and said.

"I'm not sure if it's the existence on the other side, but I can be sure that the ghost fairy from the ghost world has come to an end."

"Ghosts?"

The woman's eyes turned cold, and her voice also turned cold.

She knew very well in her heart that the so-called ghosts of Sword Immortal Qinglian were not those half-step ghosts on the ground, but real ghosts.

Sword Immortal Qinglian nodded and said in a cold voice.

"I'm curious about one thing. I ended up because I wanted an heir, and ghosts ended up. Why?"

"Just to kill the heir I cultivated? Stop me?"

The woman shook her head.

"You can have many heirs, even if it is rare in a thousand years, it is only a thousand years."

"This heir is dead, and there is a next heir. Gui Xian won't waste his energy here."

"They found your heir and killed your heir. The time and energy they spent was far greater than yours."

"If they just want to prevent you from cultivating an heir, their plot may not be too small."

Sword Immortal Qinglian shook her head, continued to look at the ground, and said.

"If they want to cultivate an heir, I don't see who it would be."

"Although the ghost emperor is strong enough, he is also the first ghost cultivator to break through the half-step ghost fairy in the past century, but what is attached to his fate is too weak and too small."

The woman nodded.

A ghost emperor who is about to be promoted to a half-step ghost fairy will be killed by a third-rank Confucian who has just been promoted. In the final analysis, it is because of fate.

If Chu He was just an ordinary person, then no matter what, he would never be able to finish reciting the whole chapter of "Jian Jin Jiu".

It is precisely because he is the disciple of Sword Immortal Qinglian that he can kill half-step ghosts with the realm of third-rank Confucianism.

Sword Immortal Qinglian continued to speak.

"The spirit ghost king has been driven to a dead end. It is impossible to return to the ghost world. Whether he can survive in the future is a question."

"The Spirit Ghost King will not be the heir cultivated by the Ghost Immortal."

"None of the other ghost kings can bear a profound fate."

The woman shook her head and said.

"It's too early to care about these things. Chu He has become a third-grade scholar. What are your plans for the future?"

A deep destiny requires guidance.

If Qinglian Sword Immortal does not guide, then Chu He's fate will be guided by Ghost Immortal.

Sword Immortal Qinglian shook her head and said.

"There are ghosts and immortals, and I can no longer see the fate of Chu He."

As soon as the words came out, the woman was shocked.

What kind of fate can't even be seen by a human saint?

Sword Immortal Qinglian glanced at her, and suddenly said with a chuckle.

"How is it possible, I lied to you."

"Even if it is a ghost, the strength of Chu He's body is far inferior to mine."

The woman suddenly lost her temper and squinted at him.

Sword Immortal Qinglian shook her head and said.

"Chu He's fate is not a big problem. There is only one problem that confuses me."

"There are above Xuantian, and there are below Xuantian."

"It's relative."

"There are human races, and there are also ghost worlds. This is also relative."

"So what is the relationship between the human race and the ghost world?"

"What is the demon spirit clan?"

"The demon spirit clan can grow in the world for thousands of years, and it existed during the time of Confucius, so there must be a corresponding place."

"Why didn't we find out."

The woman sighed and spoke.

"Even Confucius is not clear about these questions, how can you be clear?"

Sword Immortal Qinglian sighed and said slowly.

"I've followed these questions for thousands of years."

...

Human camp in Liangjie Mountain.

Chu He woke up and turned around, the first thing he saw was the familiar ceiling.

Not the ceiling of the bookstore.

As soon as Chu He thought about it, his heart sank suddenly.

If the sage's mantra of the National Scholars Academy can be induced by the ghost emperor, then the Ming Pavilion has already fallen.

It is even possible that the entire capital city has fallen into the hands of leftists.

Just as Chu He was about to move, he suddenly found himself sore all over and unable to move.

Tsk, it's really a familiar scene, a familiar feeling.

Chu He chuckled in his heart and sank into Wen Hai.

In Wenhai, everything is as usual.

The only difference is that the sea of ​​literature in the body is wider and deeper.

Chu He can feel that the strong literary spirit is constantly emanating from the sea of ​​literature.

Those five books are still hanging in the air, but the style of writing is much less.

The capital fell, the Book Pavilion fell, and the cultural spirit of the entire human race was affected.