"Um?"

While Yue Ling punched Han Buyu's flying sword, he also noticed Lin Zhao's actions. Just above the young sword cultivator's head, a Confucian saint appeared. Although it looked illusory, it actually existed. Does that kid... really have any connection with Confucian Wenlin?

I can't care about this much anymore, kill Han Buyu first!

His punches became more and more fierce, and although Han Buyu exhausted all his strength, he was still beaten to no avail.

Lin Zhao held the thousand cavalry in his hand and the brush of the military gentry seemed extremely heavy at this time. When he wrote the word "天天", he was already sweating all over his body. The power in his body seemed to have been pulled away by a large number of people, and he was injected into these words. He trembled all over, gritted his teeth, and wrote the word "灵灵" in one go.

After that, a new line.

Thousands of riders trembled with snow. Lin Zhao tried his best to stabilize his right hand and wrote the word "chao" tremblingly on the talisman paper. The golden light between heaven and earth became more and more intense. It was obviously a gloomy weather with heavy snow, but a ray of Confucian atmosphere condensed in the sky. Then, the sky and earth seemed to be hanging golden bamboo slips, and countless golden words appeared to confirm the way.

Lin Zhao took a deep breath and wrote the word "其". After that, he pressed his body hard, making him tremble all over, almost unsustainable. When he finished writing the next word "white cloud", he immediately vomited blood, wetting the edge of the talisman paper, and he was almost at his limit.

Looking up, Han Buyu was beaten in the air and vomited blood.

"Come again!"

Lin Zhao gritted his teeth and forced himself to support his body. He wrote the word "rubbing". After that, blood leaked from his mouth and nose, and his whole body was almost crushed by the pressure of the great way. This kind of poem and prose written to stimulate the atmosphere of Confucianism has the ability to "hold the heavenly constitution with the mouth", just like a true Confucian saint who speaks the Dharma. He is just an eight-level sword cultivator, how can he bear the pressure of the great way that can only be carried by at least thirteen-level realms?

"Click..."

The sound of bones breaking came from his shoulders, and then he began to lose a lot of experience value, but in just a few seconds he lost as much as 35% of his experience value. However, he forced himself to hold his body, his palms trembled, and he held the trembling Qianqi Snow, and wrote the last word "break" on the talisman paper. For a moment, when the whole poem was completed, wisps of words enfeoffed by heaven and earth lingered around the golden talisman paper.

"go!"

Lin Zhao finally took off the heavy pressure from his body, gently patted the talisman in front of him, and the military and Confucian artistic conception poured into it, and the talisman was directly ignited. A talisman ignited as a living creature on earth was burned to Han Buyu, who was the Yin God. Two lines of poems written by Lin Zhao were hung in the sky, shining with golden light-

It must be that the immortal was drunk and crushed the white clouds!

The man who wrote the lyrics was heroic and frivolous. He was hailed as a saint among scholars. Not only did he write the lyrics well, but his poems were truly unparalleled in the world.

...

"ah?"

In the wind, Han Buyu, whose golden body was shaking, looked up at the two lines of saints' poems hanging between heaven and earth, and burst into laughter. As a master Yun, he had been locked in his mind. How could he have such a heroic state of mind? Now seeing these two lines of poetry, Han Buyu laughed and shed tears. All the knots in his heart were untied. With the help of Lin Zhao, he had already killed the demon in his heart!

In the air, two lines of poetry turned into imperial enfeoffments, lingering around Han Buyu's body one by one. The golden light attached a new golden Dharma body to him. At the same time, Han Buyu's cultivation level surged, and almost instantly reached the peak of the Galaxy Realm. He immediately broke through the breakthrough realm, his mood was completely opened, and he finally entered the upper five realms and became an eleventh realm cloud master, who instantly took charge of the frost, wind, rain and snow in the territory of thousands of miles!

On the other side, one is rising and the other is getting worse. After Han Buyu replaced the priest of Fengxue, who was in charge of the ten thousand miles of territory, the seal of Yu Shi Yue Ling was severely suppressed, and one mountain cannot withstand two tigers!

"Come!"

Han Buyu raised his sword again. This time, it was already the sword of a eleventh-level sword cultivator Fengyu god. The bright flying sword light spread across the sky. Under the sword, a head of the rain teacher Yue Ling had already rolled into the clouds and was killed immediately, losing his cultivation level at the eleventh level, and a wisp of soul flew towards the direction of the demon clan's ancestral mountain.

At this point, even if Yue Ling can be resurrected, he will no longer be the rain master in the territory of thousands of miles. Yue Ling in the Tenth Realm may only be able to control the frost, wind, rain and snow in the territory of hundreds of miles. Moreover, he will be subject to the eleventh realm cloud master Han Buyu. He has been in Hexi for thirty years and thirty years in Hedong for thirty years. Now all the wind and rain gods in the Tianchi area of ​​the Snowland are under Han Buyu’s control!

Lin Zhao staggered and fell on the red leaves of the flying sword. He looked up at Han Buyu not far away and smiled and said, "It's done, it's finally done this. It's not easy..."

Han Buyu was grateful and gave a big gift to Lin Zhao, saying, "Master Yun Han Buyu, thank you Lin Shuai!"

“No need to be polite.”

Lin Zhao waved his hand: "Okay, let's disperse the dense clouds and let the snowy sky pool be clear and clear, right?"

"yes!"

Han Buyu held the sword and swept through the air, cutting open the sky, dissipating the thick dark clouds. In a blink of an eye, the sun shone on the snowy sky pool and the ice and snow began to melt.

Han Buyu turned around and looked towards the demon clan in Panyun Mountain, standing above the clouds without any panic. At this moment, he was a god of wind and rain in the eleventh realm. It was impossible for the upper fifth realm of the demon clan to be murdered by him anymore. After all, killing a god of the upper fifth realm of the realm of the demon clan has too many causes and effects, and even those big monsters can't stand it.

As for Fu Sheng, Lu Jun and others who wanted to kill Lin Xingchu, they actually thought about the ending before they had the intention to kill. In this life, they will always be in the thirteenth realm, so they will not expect to kill a thirteenth realm. The cause and effect are so great that they cannot imagine, and it would be good if they do not fall.

...

"Awesome!"

When Lin Zhaofei returned to the Snowy Tianchi Lake, accompanied by a ray of mountains and rivers, Su Shanjun, who was dressed in white, appeared and smiled and said, "A poem made Han Buyu among the top five gods. This state of mind is really enviable. I will give me one at any time. I have been thinking about entering the top five realms for a long time. Even when I was dreaming yesterday, I dreamed that I had returned to the top five realms, and I beat the thirteen realms to urinate!"

"Jun Su Shanjun, don't think about it."

Lin Zhao smiled and said, "Your inner demon is not here with me."

"Who said he was not here?"

Su Shanjun smiled and said, "What if?"

"Then I will give you a song, and the flowing water and falling flowers will go, and the sky and earth are there?"

"Ahhhh!"

Su Shanjun pinched his nose and smiled, "It would be fine if he copied Li Bai and fooled Han Jianxian, who had never read three hundred Tang poems. He also wanted to copy a poem by Li Yu, the late emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty, to fool me. I am not so easy to fool."

Lin Zhao laughed. He knew who Su Shanjun was. The third senior brother’s friend in reality was someone who lived a hundred years ago. Some things really couldn’t fool him.

"Su Shanjun."

Lin Zhao frowned and said, "Tell me something serious. Now that Old Sword Immortal Han is already a eleventh realm cloud master, should we build a Dragon King Temple for him or something?"

"Okay."

Su Shanjun smiled and said, "But... you only have a white fish stream in Tianchi in the snowy land. There is no big river to build the Dragon King Temple. Not long ago, Mrs. Xu's River God Temple had just been completed. Why not build another Dragon King Temple across the river? Although it is an old saying that one mountain does not allow two tigers, it is hard to say one male and one mother?"

"Fuck Su Shanjun!"

Lin Zhao stared.

“Hahahaha~~~”

Su Shanjun laughed: "Forget it, when I didn't say it, I guess Old Sword Fairy Han would not want to spend time with Mrs. Xu's short-sighted woman. After all, Han Buyu is a free sword fairy, and I'm afraid he can't stand that anger. Otherwise, head south, there is a lake in the Muzi Forest, and build a Dragon King Temple by the lake. It's enough for Old Sword Fairy Han to eat, drink, defecate and urinate."

"Yeah, it works!"

Lin Zhao smiled and said, "I'm leaving this matter to me. What do you think of Old Jianxian Han?"

In the air, a cloud turned into a figure. It was Han Buyu who held his fists and said respectfully: "Han Buyu just obeys Lin Shuai's arrangement."

"Okay, start work on a date!"

...

Baidi City, Imperial College.

The young high-priest, wearing a gray-white Confucian shirt, stood outside the window and listened to the sound of the students reading aloud in the room. Unfortunately, there were too many playful sounds in the middle, which immediately made the high-priest who was sent to the Imperial College in the Confucian Academy to frown. Over the past few days, Gu Lingyu has not only questioned whether his original decision was correct.

To be honest, the students of the Imperial College were the seeds of study collected from all over the world of the human race. However, after Gu Lingyu gave a lecture here for several months, he gradually saw through it. In fact, the students of the Imperial College were all selected by various places, but there were not many seeds of study at all. They were either the students who were placed in by noble officials or the sons of wealthy people in prefectures and counties. These children were crazy and had no intention of studying at all, and could not read the books of sages.

They just put a layer of golden body to themselves as "the disciple of Gu Lingyu, a Confucian sage in the twelve realms", so as to achieve even greater success in the officialdom in the future.

Gu Lingyu frowned. Although the teacher said that there was no difference in teaching, he could not love these students. The disciples he wanted were definitely not this group of people, but students who loved reading and were willing to spend time chewing the principles in the books. Therefore, Gu Lingyu felt that he was wasting his time in the Imperial College of Baidicheng City.

"gentlemen."

Gu Lingyu closed his eyes and said in his heart: "I want to give up the position of high priest to Junior Brother Dong, and then travel alone to find the answer in my heart. Is it OK?"

Mr. Zihuai, who was far away in the Confucian Academy, smiled and said, "Just do whatever you want. Mr. Lingyu's choice is trustworthy."

"good!"

Gu Lingyu turned around and went packing his luggage. It was indeed time to go out for a walk and see what this world looks like. After learning so much knowledge from his husband, he should travel thousands of miles.
Chapter completed!