"Hahahaha..." Seeing that Zhu Riming could not get the recognition of Koi, Zhou Jingxi burst into laughter.

I heard Zhou Jingxi improvised the poem and said: "Three hundred poems are spoken, and two sentences are copied. I hope to see the saints thousands of miles away, and I am laughing at them and pity them all."

This poem comes out.

The koi in the pond swam to Zhou Jingxi's feet and turned into a koi gate.

Zhou Jingxi's eyes flashed with surprise, but he didn't expect that a poem of improvisational mockery actually opened the door to Jinxiu Tian Pavilion.

Zhou Jingxi jumped down decisively.

at the same time.

A white lotus bloomed under Zhu Riming's feet.

The white lotus wrapped in Zhu Riming, turned into a small white flower and followed Zhou Jingxi into the pool.

A blue light flashed in the pool.

Zhou Jingxi and the white lotus disappeared together.

The next moment.

Zhou Jingxi came to a bluestone road. Both sides of the road were covered with stone statues of saints and various stone tablets. On the stone tablets were written with saints' ink treasures.

A white lotus.

Blooming behind Zhou Jingxi, Zhu Riming jumped out of it.

"You...why are you coming in?" Zhou Jingxi said stomping her feet.

However, Zhu Riming did not go to see Zhou Jingxi but looked up at the end of Bluestone Avenue, which led to a mountain.

It was a spiritual mountain with rich spiritual energy. In addition to its rich spiritual energy, there was also an indescribable aura on the entire mountain.

That breath fills the heaven and earth, connects the sky and the earth, and is grand and grand. It should be the grand spirit of the Confucian school.

Looking closely, countless crystal clear words enveloped the Lingshan Mountain.

There are a large number of buildings on the Lingshan Mountain, which represent humanities, and the way of Confucianism is the way of humanities and etiquette.

Mountains, rivers, moons, and beautiful scenery are all placed under humanities and are the carriers of etiquette and literature.

Above this mountain and river, countless beautiful words are rising and falling, and you can tell at a glance that it is the place of the saint of literature.

Zhu Riming's spiritual light flashed and turned into a ray of light and flew to the top of the mountain.

"Let's wait!" Zhou Jingxi shouted sternly.

"What's the matter?" Zhu Riming turned his head and asked.

"Flying is forbidden in Jinxiu Tian Pavilion. If you want to see Saint Tianhao, you can only walk all the way through Yongwen Avenue." Zhou Jingxi said with a stern expression.

"I have something important!" Zhu Riming said indifferently.

The Shura tribe has invaded this world, and the Confucians are still talking about red tape, which is really annoying.

Zhu Riming turned into a ray of light and soared into the sky, flying towards the top of the mountain.

Zhu Riming came by the light of Huihong, and a small word suddenly flew out from the Lingshan Mountain covered by countless words.

The words grew in the wind and became as big as a mountain in a moment, and then they hit Zhu Riming hard.

That is a huge word for ritual.

The word "Li" is so heavy that it actually knocked down Zhu Riming's escape light.

There was a rumbling sound.

Zhu Riming was pushed back by a word of gift.

The word "Li" is extremely heavy, and he forced Zhu Riming to kneel on one knee.

Zhu Riming's immortal golden body is indeed resistant to the attack, but his strength is insufficient.

Faced with the sheer force of subduing, Zhu Riming roared.

He stood up!

The word "Li" disappears by itself

This word "Li" is just a spell from Saint Tianhao and cannot exist forever.

After the word "Li" disappeared, a huge word "Li" fell down.

The one who takes action is still the Saint Tianhao at the peak of the God Transformation.

A squeak.

Zhu Riming's sword was integrated into a sword thread.

Turning a sword into a silk is a magical teleportation technique for sword cultivators. However, even with such magical power, it was still smashed out by the word "Le" and smashing Zhu Riming into a silk state to the ground.

The word "Le" dissipates.

Another word "wen" and another word "zhang" appeared in the sky

Rite and music articles!

Zhou Jingxi showed excitement, and she heard her shout loudly: "The ignorant Qianqiu Zhenjun, the saint is teaching you rituals and music articles. Are you not humbly learning?"

Unfortunately, the words fell into the void.

Dozens of white lotus rose in the air.

More than ten white lotus flowers slowly dissipated.

The last chapter in the sky can no longer fall and can only dissipate in the air.

The Golden Heaven Pavilion.

It is a top spiritual vein that brings together the world's literary spirit.

The jade towers and jades above the spiritual veins are surrounded by fairy spirit.

Being in it is like being shrouded in countless literary spirits, as if there is a mirror of a senior sage beside him, and his ears are raised to face his life.

A white lotus blooms on the highest platform of Jinxiu Tian Pavilion.

There was a small Qiong Building on the platform. On the Qiong Building, a lay Buddhist in white held a wolf's hair and splashed ink. Next to it, a gentle woman in red was grinding ink for her. The man only heard the man write and chanted: "The spring breeze blows on his face, and flowers bloom all over the courtyard."

"One branch is shining alone, no one can lay down thousands of miles."

"I don't know where to go, but I see the green mountains buried."

"Who can ask the heavens? I want to make my heart fall."

"What a poem, my husband!" the woman in red said with admiration.

When this poem was written, it seemed as if it had a secret agreement with some heavenly way, and snowflakes fell from the sky.

It was not a snowflake, but a text, a small text that carried the great way of energy and spirit.

The man shot the undried ink traces and hung the improvised poem on the platform, then admired it on his own, completely disdaining Zhu Riming, the uninvited guest.

Zhu Riming looked at these two people.

The man has a rosy complexion, a flat top and a wide forehead, and a graceful figure, with fair skin as white as jade, looking forward to Gu Shenghui.

These two people are actually in the God Transformation Stage.

The man must be the Saint Tianhao in the late stage of the God Transformation, and that woman actually has the cultivation level of the middle stage of the God Transformation.

The combination of one late stage and one mid stage is indeed powerful.

Buzz!

The jinshi sword in Zhu Riming's hand buzzed, and a sword evil shot up into the sky. The words in the sky, like rain and flowers, could no longer enter his body.

Hearing the sound of the sword chant, Zhu Riming knew that his senior brother Feng Zhuyu wanted to show up and say a few words.

OK!

Zhu Riming was too lazy to talk to this couple about the disaster, and was still chanting poems and writing nonsense.

So Zhu Riming threw the sword in his hand directly.

I saw the vitiligo of the true master of Li Jian in the air.

True Lord Li Jian opened his mouth and wanted to speak. The Saint Tianhao, who pretended to be indifferent to Zhu Riming, raised a pen to the forehead of True Lord Li Jian.

The phantom of the brush was directly pointed at the forehead of the true master of Li Jian.

The phantom of the true master of Li Jian was instantly destroyed, and the Junji Sword was as if it was hit hard, and it was pointed to the ground with one stroke and inserted into the bluestone floor tightly.

The True Lord of Li Jian just wanted to talk to Saint Tianhao about the Shura clan, but this turtle girl actually attacked her senior brother?

"Damn it! Are you stupid?" Zhu Riming said directly.
Chapter completed!