At this moment, he was taking his apprentice Lin Xiao, riding the strong wind, galloping through the sky.

The distance from Anfeng County to Changning City was not far, so although there was a slight delay at first, about a quarter of an hour later, they saw Changning City from a distance in the sky.

The moment they saw Changning City, both Wu Jie and Lin Xiao were greatly surprised.

A circle of white brilliance was flowing over Changning City, like a white dragon circling in the sky, but what it exuded was not the inherent power of the dragon clan, but an ethereal and clear feeling. They just watched from a distance.

, I felt that the depths of my soul were touched, and I couldn't help but feel a little lost.

After all, Wu Jie had a high level of cultivation, so he quickly calmed down, activated the clouds under his feet, and flew Lin Xiao to the outside of Changning City.

When the distance was close, he could see the origin of the white light - it was not a white dragon. It was clearly a majestic and powerful literary destiny, which was wandering, changing, and churning!

The origin of this literary fortune is self-evident - among all the talented people in the world, apart from Lin Lushan, who else has such a majestic literary fortune!

Wu Jie cast a spell to hide the figures of the master and apprentice, and then entered Changning City without anyone noticing.

He had noticed just now that there were several monks sitting on the walls of Changning City, all looking at the churning literary fortune; and when he entered Changning City, he found that monks were everywhere, from the city gate to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

I met at least a dozen of them along the way!

The Taoism of these dozen monks is not very advanced, and the highest one is only at the realm of Hundred Refiners, not even as good as Lin Xiao. But the number of them is so large, it really makes people a little worried.

When Wu Jie arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion, he suddenly frowned - the two servants guarding the Prime Minister's Mansion were no longer the people he had seen before, but two monks from the Nether Realm!

So he stopped, removed the spell, and revealed his figure.

"Eh? When did Lushan become so generous? He was able to find two monks from the realm of Tongyou to look at the gate. It's very honorable!"

As he said this, he led Lin Xiao towards the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

When the two monks saw them coming, they frowned and stepped forward to stop them.

"This is the Prime Minister's Mansion, no one else can enter without permission!"

"Why have we become idlers? This is my home!" Lin Xiao suddenly raised his eyebrows, "Where's Uncle Fang? Where's Lao Wang? When I came to the capital to visit my father some time ago, they were still the janitors. How can I change this?

Are you here? You don’t even know me, how dare you work as an errand in this Prime Minister’s Mansion?!”

The two monks looked at each other, with a chill in their eyes.

But before they could make any move, Wu Jie had already appeared beside them. Two scorching flames fell silently to the back of their necks, easily burning through their protective Qi, bringing them with them.

With the terrifying pressure, he just stopped there in an understatement.

The two people subconsciously used their true energy to resist, and then their expressions changed. They stood there without daring to move, with cold sweat streaming down their foreheads.

"Senior...Senior, I have something to say!"

"Yes! Yes! You can hit or punish me if you want. Can you please remove the spell first?"

Of course Wu Jie would not let them go so easily. He snorted coldly, and the two flames became even hotter, making the two monks sweat profusely and even wet their clothes.

"Who are you from? Why are you standing in front of Brother Lushan's house? What happened to my brother?" Several questions were asked one after another, with murderous intent in his eyes. "Answer quickly! If there is anything to hide... hum.

snort……"

The two of them heard the undisguised murderous intention from Wu Jie's cold snort, and their legs were shaking with fear, so they hurriedly explained.

It's a long story - about two months ago, Lin Lushan fell ill by chance. It shouldn't have been a big deal at first, but he gradually became seriously ill. No medicine could work, and he couldn't see anything at all.

It means getting better.

Although His Majesty and many of his colleagues and disciples were very worried, Lin Lushan was not afraid of death. He was just a little regretful that he had not been able to get the country back on track and that he had not been able to persist until the drought was over. He felt that he would die before his ambitions were fulfilled.

At this time, he was no longer able to deal with government affairs and was recuperating at home every day. For some reason, he suddenly remembered the ideal of his boyhood and the ideal of "poetry and prose through the ages".

So he picked up his writing style that had been forgotten for many years and began to write poems and compositions.

Strangely enough, as soon as he started writing poems and articles, his physical condition immediately improved. Although he was still losing weight, his mental condition was much better.

No one knew what was going on, but since it was effective, Lin Lushan started writing and writing.

As the number of poems he wrote gradually increased, a literary movement gathered in the sky above Changning City, gradually turning into the shape of a white dragon, rolling continuously.

Of course, this scene could not be hidden from the monks, so many monks came from all directions, wanting to know what happened and get some benefits on the way.

The same is naturally true for the two gatekeepers.

"Wenhua turns into a dragon? Have you started writing poetry?" Wu Jie frowned, and a strange suspicion arose in his heart... If this Wenhua only appeared when Lin Lushan started writing articles, then they

It must be Lin Lushan himself.

But why does his Wenhua appear in this way?
Chapter completed!