I have a knife, I can kill monsters when I take it out of its sheath

Xia Ziran and Lin Yunhai next to Ji Chen were even more surprised. They were the closest and felt more intuitively. The sound of fighting and iron horses coming from the vision seemed to pull them into a huge battlefield.

War horses galloped, war drums beat, horses neighed, and people roared.

Fang Jingyu and others in the distance looked at this scene in astonishment and couldn't believe it.

The light on the rice paper intensified, and finally turned into a dazzling white light that shot straight into the sky.

The sudden change shocked the entire Liangzhou City, and everyone saw it.

At this moment, the whole city was shocked and looked at this scene in shock.

In the sky and in the clouds, a vast aura rolled like a roaring ocean.

A picture of a broken formation appeared in the sky, with gold and iron horses, swords like frost, horses neighing, war drums beating, warriors roaring, and generals roaring. The majestic battlefield mood was released, covering the entire Liangzhou City, making people feel Everyone was immersed in the scene and felt the sadness and heroism of the ancient battlefield.

That feeling is so real and immersive.

There is no direct inheritance in the lineage of Confucianism and Taoism, everything is in the book, which is why there is a saying that the book has its own beauty like jade, and the book has its own golden house.

Confucianism and Taoism all rely on understanding.

After the death of the Confucian sage, Haoran's righteousness dissipated between heaven and earth, and his spirit was imprinted in the long river of time.

Death is still there!

If a brilliant poem comes out and is spiritually recognized by the Confucian sages of heaven and earth, visions will manifest.

The more brilliant the poetry, the greater the vision it manifests.

Ji Chen's poem not only manifested visions, but even manifested a broken formation diagram. Not only was it recognized by this world, but it also awakened the heroic spirits who died in this world and restored a scene that once happened here. fighting.

The awe-inspiring energy in Ji Chen's body surged, and his whole body was overwhelmed by the blazing light.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the palace of literature shines, and the sea of ​​talent surges.

In the Wen Palace, a statue appeared, and it looked like Ji Chen, lifelike.

The statue is dressed in Confucian robes and has a long sword hanging from its waist.

This is the manifestation of Ji Chen's spiritual power that has been condensed to the extreme. If placed in a Taoist sect, this means that he has reached the state of traveling around the world.

Ji Chen's realm of Confucianism and Taoism has been broken through, Haoran's righteousness has skyrocketed, and his Confucianism and Taoism strength has been greatly improved.

In the academy, Dean Yao suddenly turned his head and looked at the sky. He was shocked by the vast phenomena that appeared in the sky.

"The vision of Confucianism and Taoism has manifested itself. Has anyone written poetry that will last forever?"

He was so powerful, his eyes were blazing white, and at a glance, everything separated automatically. He saw the Dingbei Hou Mansion, Ji Chen, and the article on the rice paper.

Reading the sword while drunk,

Dreaming back to the trumpet company camp,

When he finished reading this poem, there was a hint of shock in his eyes.

"A good poem. This poem about breaking the formation has written about the patriotism of the soldiers and their nostalgia for the army in their old age. His talent as a literary saint is truly deserved."

While Dean Yao was shocked, he also felt very sorry that such a good young talent was someone else's student.

All the Confucian teachers in the academy flew into the sky and looked at Dingbei Hou Mansion.

"What a poem that broke the formation, it actually caused such a shocking phenomenon."

"With the talent of a literary saint, is Liangzhou Mansion about to produce another literary saint?"

"A poem triggers a shocking vision and manifests an ancient battlefield. It's really amazing."

"A poem for the ages!"

The so-called poems of a thousand years do not necessarily have to be passed down through the ages. Poems that can manifest visions must be passed down through the ages, so they are called poems of the ages.

In the Demon Suppression Department, Ding Zhao stood on the ridge of the roof, looking at the strange phenomenon in the sky, "The sage of literature has appeared, and another genius has emerged from the lineage of Confucianism and Taoism."

In Liangzhou Mansion, Xu Yuzhai also looked at the strange phenomenon in the sky with a complicated expression in his eyes.

At this moment, in Liangzhou City, both the aristocratic families and ordinary people put down their things, looked at the sky, and were immersed in the shocking vision.

In the courtyard of Dingbei Hou Mansion, everyone was stunned, looking at this scene in shock and disbelief.

They actually witnessed with their own eyes the birth of an eternal poem, and witnessed the wonders of visions triggered by the poems. The grand artistic conception of fighting on the battlefield was revealed in a poem.

The vision appeared for a long time and then slowly dissipated.

Ji Chen's talents were exposed all over his body. This was a sign that he had broken through the realm of Confucianism and Taoism and that his talents could not be completely restrained.

"Good, good, good, good poem!"

Zhao Qingcheng admired and was very excited. Being able to witness the birth of an eternal poem and witness the vision caused by the poem made today's gathering worthwhile.

There is no need to comment at all, and no one on the scene is qualified to comment on this poem. Poems that can be recognized by heaven and earth are poems of the ages.

"Does this poem have a title?" Zhao Qingcheng asked curiously.

"Broken time!" Ji Chen said.

"Broken time." Zhao Qingcheng muttered, "Good title, it fits the poem very well!"

She is a soldier and particularly likes this poem.

Xia Lijun looked at Ji Chen, his eyes full of curiosity, surprise, and expectation.

She said: "This poem can be put into the Confucian Saint Hall of Daxia. Can you let me take it back and put it in the Confucian Saint Hall?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone at the scene was shocked. It is definitely the highest honor for scholars to have a poem entered the Confucian Holy Hall.

The Confucian Sage Hall is the highest palace of Confucianism and Taoism in the Great Xia. All the people in it are Confucian saints. Even some great Confucians may not be able to write a poem that can enter the Confucian Sage Hall in their lifetime.

And Ji Chen did it in his prime, which made everyone both envious and jealous.

Ji Chen nodded and said: "Okay!"

Xia Liyun waved, and a maid came over and picked up the rice paper carefully, for fear of making any mistakes.

The rice paper was displayed in front of Xia Liyun and Zhao Qingcheng. The moment they saw the handwriting, their eyes lit up.

"What beautiful words!"

Especially Zhao Qingcheng was very surprised. She studied calligraphy very well, and she could tell at a glance that this calligraphy did not resemble any other school, but was a school of its own.

Ji Chen actually created a line of fonts.

"This word is valuable!"

She instantly realized that this piece of rice paper was worth a lot of money, and neither the handwriting nor the poems could be copied.

After all, the vision of heaven and earth will only appear when he writes it for the first time. Even if Ji Chen himself writes the same poem for the second time, the vision will not appear again.

At this time, a Confucian scholar below said: "Your Highness, General, can you let us also pay our respects?"

Everyone was looking forward to it and eager to watch it, but with Zhao Qingcheng and Xia Liyun around, they did not dare to pass.

Xia Liyun nodded when he heard this.

The two maids nearby quickly found a tray, spread rice paper on the tray, pressed it down with a ruler, and then stood the tray up.

The two knew that this post was very valuable, so they were very careful.

All the Confucian scholars quickly stood up and looked closer.

"Good words!"

First of all, the handwriting is eye-catching for everyone.

"This word has its own style!"

"Oh my god, Brother Beigui has created a new line of fonts."

"'This post is worth a lot of money!"

"Nonsense, let's not talk about this word for now. This poem alone has caused visions. This post is a priceless treasure. Every word contains Tao Yun. Otherwise, do you think that any rubbish poem can enter the Confucian Church."

Compared with the exclamation and surprise of everyone, the faces of Fang Jingyu and others were much uglier.

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