I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

Xue Jing, dressed as a Confucian scholar, smiled and shook his head:

"Xue is not a judge, but an examiner."

His smile faded again: "Your articles are all disrespectful and treacherous words."

Xue Jing spoke with sincerity and sincerity.

But Shen Herong didn't seem to appreciate it at all: "You are the type I hate the most. You have tarnished the word scholar."

Xue Jingran said: "If Xue is not a scholar, how can he get such a star photo of Wenqu?"

As he spoke, the top of his head soared to the sky and formed a thick ball of ink.

The thick black ink spreads, and the white light shines in it. The only way to manifest the Confucian sub-sage is Wenqu Xingzhao.

"Everyone worships the Holy Master together. It is you who are wrong."

The Wenqu star above Xue Jing's head shone brightly. Under the white light, the four ink characters suddenly turned over and flew towards Shen Herong.

The ink words flew in front of Shen Herong, and the ink surged forward and stretched forward, condensing into hundreds of spikes.

The tip pointed directly at Shen Herong's face.

Shen Herong looked at it calmly: "With or without the Holy Master, you are always polite and polite."

The sharp spikes formed by ink disintegrated in front of Shen Herong and dripped downwards.

"Sweet and polite? Is this your classic philosophy?"

Xue Jing smiled and said: "There is a way that suits you just right. Your name is also rumored in Southeast Yangtian. Misinterpreting the classics and violating the teachings of the saints is a great evil for the ages and will discredit politeness."

As he laughed, the ink that floated back to Shen Herong regrouped and turned into a net, surrounding Shen Herong.

Shen He Rong's body was surrounded by brilliant light, and the sound of Lang Lang reading could be heard.

However, surrounded by the ink net at this moment, the sound of reading actually dropped and gradually disappeared.

At the same time, even Shen Herong's talent was dimmed.

I want to raise my hand to write again, but I can't seem to move.

“Know that silence is golden.”

Xue Jing unfolded the folding fan and shook it gently: "After you shut up, don't write."

Silence is golden, which is exactly the classic principle established by Xue Jingxiu's Confucianism.

Suppressing opponents who are also Confucian practitioners has miraculous effects.

It complements the Confucian magical powers he studied.

Xue Jing's abilities can be summed up in three words.

Literal prison.

He doesn't write a book himself, he just makes up his own words from the content of other people's articles.

Not only does it eliminate the magical power generated by the opponent's article, but it also brings disaster to the owner of the article.

As a result, his opponents suffered due to their own abilities.

This ability is the most powerful against his fellow Confucians.

Chu Xinglin, Chuzi of Tianhu Academy, who was also a Confucian sub-sage, also suffered great losses at the hands of Xue Jing.

Among all the Confucian practitioners in Southeast Yangtian, only Saint Yan could suppress him.

Even so, Xue Jing still managed to escape when faced with Yan Shengren's troubles.

Later, when he joined the Daqi Dynasty, Xue Jing regained his fame and joined Daqi to cause trouble for the Daxia Dynasty and Tianhu Academy.

Normally speaking, not to mention the semi-saints of the fifteenth realm, even if they were both sub-saints of the sixteenth realm, Xue Jing was sure to find fault with each other.

But when facing Shen Herong just now, although Xue Jing resolved the four words "self-confidence", he failed to defeat Shen Herong immediately.

He immediately realized that the woman in front of him had extraordinary attainments in writing.

Fortunately, Wenqu Xingzhao and Shen Mo were able to successfully deal with this opponent.

Xue Jing breathed a sigh of relief and looked around.

All other battle situations can be seen at a glance.

Xu Hai had the upper hand against Su Po, but his advantage could not be transformed into victory for a while.

Kunpeng Jiuyu faced off against Ao Kong, and it was useless to overwhelm him with his realm. For a while, it was hard to tell the difference.

However, a group of masters from the Great Xia Divine Dynasty were liberated, and the situation developed in a direction that was not conducive to Da Qi.

In addition to the Confucian sub-sages, there were also the ancient martial arts emperors and the Taoist Heavenly Lords. Xue Jing thought that he had no advantage in restraining his fellow Taoists. With one enemy against many, it would not be so easy to deal with...

Just as his thoughts turned to this point, Xue Jing suddenly felt something in his heart.

The ink net that surrounded and corroded the woman in the void of the distant universe suddenly broke open.

The precious light of talent and talent shines all over the world.

Xue Jing looked around, his eyes suddenly fixed.

After the ink net dispersed, above the head of Shen Herong who emerged from it, there were clearly Wenqu stars shining in all directions.

But how is this possible?

Xue Jing was stunned for a moment.

He was very sure that Shen Herong was indeed a semi-saint in the fifteenth realm.

Facing his attack, there was no reason for the other party to achieve the sub-sage level in a blink of an eye.

After all, Xue Jing is a Confucian sub-sage. After the initial confusion, he quickly understood the truth:

"... caused by classical principles?"

The other party's classic principles are not so-called polite and polite.

At least not purely.

"Trapped in a cocoon."

Shen Herong repeated the previous four words again.

For her, becoming a Confucian sage and reaching the fifteenth realm is a completely different concept from other people.

Even if you are only a semi-sage of Confucianism at present, once you enter the realm of Confucian sage, the classical teachings that embrace all rivers and embrace the wisdom of others can once again play a role.

No matter how high Wenzong is in the Fourteenth Realm, he is still Wenzong.

Although the fifteenth realm is just the beginning of the Confucian sage stage, it has already passed that threshold.

At the fourteenth stage, Jianxian Siqi was unable to function, allowing her to temporarily reach the fifteenth stage.

But at the fifteenth level, seeing the wise and thinking about them can be used again.

Therefore, facing Xue Jing in the sixteenth realm, the sky above her head was also illuminated by stars.

With the help of Wenqu Xingzhao and the classic moral theory, Shen and Rong suddenly suppressed Xue Jing's literary inquisition and silence is golden.

The four ink characters "make a cocoon and bind oneself" immediately turned into numerous ink nets, surrounding the Confucian sub-sage Xue Jing.

Xue Jing was no longer as leisurely as before. His folding fan broke into several pieces and he struggled desperately.

He looked up and suddenly found that Shen Herong was outside the net.

The woman raised her index finger in front of her lips:

"Silence is gold."

Xue Jing's heart felt cold, and it instantly spread to his whole body.

The precious light of talent and culture around his body suddenly dimmed.

Shen Herong put down his fingers, and as expected, he stopped talking and started making outlines with his fingers in the air.

Immediately, words such as "you bring the blame upon yourself", "throw yourself into a trap", "paint the ground as a prison", "airtight" and so on fell on Xue Jing one after another.

Every word, every word, turned into a snare, a shackle, or a cage, blessing Xue Jing one after another.

Even the thick ink condensed into a huge prison, suppressing Xue Jing in it.

As soon as the two prison doors closed, there was no sound inside.

The dignified Confucian sub-sage of the 16th realm was captured alive on the spot.

In the Daming Palace in Chang'an City, Zhang Dongyun looked at the scene. He was first happy for his twelve sisters, and then sighed softly.

Invincible City cannot currently promote people above the fourteenth level.

Otherwise, as before, Miss Shen herself would reach the same level as a wise man, and City Lord Zhang would raise her to a higher level, and she would become a Confucian saint in the seventeenth level.

In the void, Shen Herong raised his hand and took out an inkstone.

The prison immediately turned into a pool of thick ink and was taken back to the inkstone.

Shen Herong turned to look at Su Po and Ao Kong.

Kunpeng Jiuyu turned around and ran away.

Xu Hai blocked Su Po's counterattack and stared at Shen He Rong.