SFS Chapter 1063: Going straight into the Poetry Capital and confronting the Poet Saint
Chapter 1063: Going straight into the Poetry Capital and confronting the Poet Saint
Chapter 1063: Going straight into the Poetry Capital and confronting the Poet Saint
To the east of the ancient country of Nanyang, close to the East China Sea, is the home of the great poet.
The terrain here is vast and you can see thousands of miles away.
There are pavilions and towers here, with endless charm.
The poems and songs here are the best in the world.
People here always wear long robes with Confucian sleeves, which actually shows the humaneness and elegance.
The Poet Saint started here, went straight up to Qinglian Mountain, and became the Poet Saint. His hometown also became the most coveted Poet Saint's home among the eighteen saints in the world.
Yes, the eighteen holy families in the world each have their own characteristics.
Confucianism is profound and solemn.
Military strategists kill and conquer thousands of miles away.
And poets are the most romantic.
It is human nature to pursue elegance and grace. Therefore, the Poet Saint is the most imaginative of all saints.
This high peak beside the East China Sea is covered with jade trees and white flowers, and it is like spring all year round. Among the pavilions and towers, scholars can be seen strolling in light clothes, and the light of literature and Taoism can be seen everywhere. In the eyes of millions of people below, it is the residence of gods.
At this moment, the dawn is breaking in the east, the East China Sea is surging, the weather is fine, and there are a few floating clouds in the blue sky...
Another floating cloud came from the distant west. As the cloud got closer, it turned out to be a page of ancient poetry. The poetry was like a flying butterfly in the sky, fluttering like wings.
On the manuscript of the poem, two people stood side by side, a man and a woman.
The man is Zhuge Qingfeng and the woman is Du Bing.
The manuscript under their feet is the sacred treasure of the poet's family, "The Wind Turns Over", which comes from the poem handed down from generation to generation written by the poet himself: "Occasionally, the east wind turns over the clear water, and I realize that the world has changed a lot."
The holy treasure is called a sail, and some people call it a wind sail. No matter what it is called, its basic function is to travel.
From Zangzhou in the far west to the home of the great poet, a journey of 100,000 miles was completed in just one night.
Zhuge Qingfeng entered the home of the Sage of Poetry, and many disciples below bowed to greet him. Zhuge Qingfeng was very special, as his surname Zhuge came from his mother's, but his father was a direct descendant of the Sage of Poetry.
Taking his mother's surname as his last name was due to the grand strategy of the Poet Saint's family. This was a way to show goodwill to the Fire Clan and tell the Fire Clan that Zhuge Qingfeng was the son of two surnames. It did not mean that Zhuge Qingfeng was a collateral descendant, but rather it represented that he shouldered the heavy responsibility of the Holy Family. Among the descendants of the Poet Saint's family, his status was unattainable.
In the past, Zhuge Qingfeng would have returned the gift, but today, high in the sky, the draft of the poem flew past in an instant and hit the Holy Lord Peak.
On the Holy Lord Peak, Li Yiran, the Holy Poet and Holy Family’s Holy Lord, suddenly looked up.
His poetic eyes pierced through the mist in the mountains and fell on Zhuge Qingfeng's face. His heart skipped a beat without any warning.
Because he saw Zhuge Qingfeng's expression, which looked a little frightened.
There has never been any fear on Zhuge Qingfeng's face. At least, outsiders have never seen fear on his face. He is a wise man. Even if the sky falls, he always looks confident.
What happened today?
The manuscript of the poem fell gracefully, and Zhuge Qingfeng landed in front of Li Yiran in the Poetry Pavilion, while Du Bing took a half step back and bowed.
"Qingfeng greets the Holy Lord!" Zhuge Qingfeng bowed deeply.
"What happened?" Li Yiran got to the point.
"Holy Lord, something big has happened..." Zhuge Qingfeng briefly explained the matter of the burial state...
From the moment the "King of Burial" was released, Li Yiran's expression suddenly became extremely calm...
After saying all this, Li Yiran slowly raised his head and gazed into the sky. His expression changed dramatically...
One breath, ten breaths...
Li Yiran slowly lowered his head: "Sit down!"
"Yes!"
Li Yiran also sat down. Du Bing stepped forward and poured tea for Shengzhu and Zhuge Qingfeng, then stepped back behind Zhuge Qingfeng.
The Holy Lord exhaled softly: "Qingfeng is always wise, what did you see from this matter?"
"Lin Su's plan!" Zhuge Qingfeng uttered four words.
"Of course it was his plan!" The Holy Lord said, "Where did his plan come from? Can you see clearly, Qingfeng?"
"Where did it start?" Zhuge Qingfeng frowned slightly...
The Holy Lord slowly raised his head: "On the third day of April, Lin Su entered Zangzhou. On the twenty-seventh of April, the military strategist appeared. On the same day, the military strategist's family was rebuilt. Because of the reconstruction of the military strategist's family, the chess pieces that Muye Villa used to lay out the court were all returned to the military strategist in one day. The military strategist's power to infiltrate the court was wiped out. Is this normal?"
Zhuge Qingfeng's eyes lit up: "Absolutely not normal!"
It took several generations of effort for Muye Villa to infiltrate the imperial court of Zangzhou. Some people even changed their surnames for several generations. Despite such efforts, they voluntarily withdrew from the imperial court because of the reconstruction of the Military Saint Family. How could this be the case for the Military Saint Family, which has always been based on military thinking?
There is only one situation that would make them willing to cut off their own wings and destroy their own efforts, and that is when the outcome is already under their control.
They knew that all the military forces had withdrawn from the court, and the court was still under their control.
In other words, the day when Muye Villa sent out the signal for military reconstruction, the change of imperial power in Zangzhou was already under their control!
The day when the signal for the reconstruction of the military was sent out was the night when Lin Su entered Muye Villa.
The Holy Lord said, "Lin Su entered Muye on April 3rd, Muye sent out a signal on April 4th, and on April 27th, the Saint of the Military Family summoned all the descendants of the Military Family to return... In other words, he is already aware of our actions against the Zangzhou royal family, and the withdrawal of Muye's forces is actually a loophole he deliberately gave us."
Zhuge Qingfeng let out a long breath: "I understand completely!"
The Holy Lord looked at him and asked, "What do you understand?"
"He is planning what I am planning!" Zhuge Qingfeng said slowly.
"Ordinary people plan things, low-level wise men plan people, and high-level wise men plan people's plans!" The Holy Lord said, "Qingfeng, in this game, you plan for people, and he plans for your plans. He knows that you intend to help the Fourth Prince kill the king, but you don't have the opportunity, so he took away the protection around His Majesty to create this opportunity for you, so that you can succeed and eliminate all the heirs of the Dongfang royal family. Then, he will use the trick of the Zang King to come out and completely end the Dongfang family's imperial inheritance, and firmly control the imperial power of Zangzhou in his hands!"
"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!" Zhuge Qingfeng sighed, "My grandson's wisdom is still lacking. Grandpa's wisdom is the wisdom of a poet."
"Your wisdom was defeated by him, not because you are not as smart as him, but because he is in a higher position than you. His wisdom has already included the Holy Temple and the Three Heavens, while you have always focused on the secular world and know nothing about the situation in the Three Heavens. This is your shortcoming! Therefore, you should enter the Holy Temple!"
Zhuge Qingfeng slowly raised his eyes...
Enter the temple!
It is very difficult for others to enter the temple, but for him, it only takes a thought.
A long time ago, the Holy Lord wanted him to enter the temple, but he refused because he did not want to be a mediocre one among the thousands of heroes in the temple. He hoped to accomplish some earth-shaking great deeds in this world, gain the favor of the saint, and enter the temple to reach heaven in one step.
Based on this, he skillfully used his talents in the mortal world to plan the chaos in Donghe and achieve the star of wisdom. His path of cultivation moved forward step by step and achieved the integration of the two paths of literature and cultivation.
However, a smooth journey would always be distorted as soon as Lin Su met him.
In the past, he thought it was just a matter of wisdom itself.
Now, after being reminded by the Holy Lord, he realized that this was because he did not have enough control over the overall situation.
He claimed to have a sense of the overall situation, but he overlooked one thing. The so-called overall situation can only be distinguished between big and small when there is comparison. For ordinary people, the change of imperial power is obviously huge and incomparable. However, for Lin Su, the struggle for the holy way in the three heavens is big, and the change of imperial power is actually very small.
Therefore, he was able to see through the general situation and manipulate it casually, turning the overall situation that Zhuge Qingfeng thought was very important into something completely different in the blink of an eye...
A big setback, an epiphany, what a painful realization...
Du Bing next to her seemed to be lowering her head, but her heart was surging like the tide in May.
In her eyes, Zhuge Qingfeng of the past was omnipotent.
However, today's Zhuge Qingfeng has fallen from the altar.
Because of his painstaking efforts in Zangzhou for a whole year, he eventually made things easier for Lin Su. Even the regicide case that he was most proud of was intentionally facilitated by Lin Su.
This is very hurtful to a wise person.
But she had no time to feel sentimental. She slowly raised her head and said, "Holy Lord, Young Master, I have something to tell you but I don't know if I should tell you or not."
The Holy Lord glanced back and said, "Tell me about it."
Du Bing said: "Lin Su has already learned about the young master's plan from Dongfang Ge. Will he do something about it?"
"This is worth asking, but don't worry about it!" The Holy Lord said, "Qingfeng is at best just a counselor. A counselor helps the Lord with his worries. How big a sin can he commit? Besides, even if he is guilty, it is not the turn of a mere Holy Temple official to come and question him..."
Du Bing felt relieved. That was true. There were thousands of counselors in the world. When they were helping their lords, they made all kinds of suggestions. Some were immoral and some were foolish. No matter which one, the lord had to adopt it. That was why the world always blamed the lord for his crime, and rarely blamed the counselors...
Zhuge Qingfeng's heart was moved. There was something else behind what his grandfather said...
It is not the turn of a mere temple official to come and question the crime...
The meaning is very subtle. Could it be that this big move comes from the third heaven?
Otherwise, what qualifications does a poet and a saint have to say that the temple is "insignificant"?
In this case, the plan for the Burial State that his grandfather asked him to plan is actually a component of the battle for the Three Heavens Avenue?
As soon as he thought of this, the shadow in his heart instantly disappeared.
The great way is competing, the intention of the saints!
If the sky falls, all the saints will take action, so why would it be the turn of a Zhuge Qingfeng to worry so much?
Suddenly, a voice came from the sky: "Li Yiran, you are wrong, this sin is not as small as you think!"
Li Yiran?
Who in the world dares to call out the great name of the Saint of Poetry?
The elders and disciples of the poet's family all looked up and saw a golden boat far away in the sky.
The golden boat just came into view, and the next moment it suddenly enlarged and appeared directly on the Holy Lord Peak.
Zhuge Qingfeng and Du Bing also looked up at the same time, their hearts were shocked.
The golden boat was flying at the top of the mountain, and there was a handsome young man in white clothes as white as snow. But they would rather see a hundred big-headed ghosts than such a handsome guy, because he was Lin Su.
Li Yiran's body seemed to be somewhat stiff: "Lin Changxing has arrived, and the poet's family welcomes him personally."
After he finished speaking, his demeanor returned to normal and he stood up to greet him.
Countless elders on the periphery came from all directions stepping on the treasures of literature and Taoism, but when they heard the words of the Holy Lord, they all stopped and bowed in the air.
The scene was quite harmonious for a moment.
Lin Su smiled faintly: "The Holy Lord came to welcome me personally, and the elders bowed to me. It seems that I, Chang Xing, am not just a 'trivial person' after all!"
Li Yiran's face was completely stiff.
He spoke casually and Lin Su, who was far away, heard it.
How can he defend himself if he is stubborn right away?
He could only bow: "How dare I, Lin Changxing, you are joking... Lin Changxing, please move to Jingge. I will offer you tea."
Don't say any extra words.
He had a secret meeting with his grandson Shu Ge, and what they said in private, even if you heard it, you were the only one who heard it, so I will just pass it by and not argue with you.
"No need to move, just say a few words here!" Lin Su said: "Just now the Holy Lord said that Zhuge Qingfeng's participation in the Burial State incident was not a big sin. This is a big mistake. The magnitude of this sin is beyond your imagination."
Zhuge Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat: "Brother Lin..."
After only uttering two words, Lin Su raised his hand lightly: "When it's your turn to speak, there's no need to rush to speak!"
Zhuge Qingfeng stopped halfway...
Lin Su turned to the Holy Lord: "The Holy Lord just said that the pattern determines the vision, and the vision determines the height. This is indeed reasonable. In Zhuge Qingfeng's view, the imperial power of a country is a matter of heaven. In the Holy Lord's view, in front of the Great Dao Contest, the imperial power is worthless. But the Holy Lord knows that there is a bigger thing. In front of this matter, the Great Dao Contest is also worthless!"
The Holy Lord's heart skipped a beat: "What's the matter?"
"Unintentional catastrophe!"
"The Heartless Tribulation..." The Holy Lord slowly raised his eyes, his eyes were confused...
"The Unintentional Great Tribulation is about to begin, the Heavenly Dao will collapse and the Saint Dao will perish. Therefore, in front of the Unintentional Great Tribulation, the Great Dao Contest is just an internal fight and must give way to the Unintentional Great Tribulation!" Lin Su said: "And your situation in Zangzhou is disrupting the rear of the human race's conquest, and is a support for the Unintentional Great Tribulation. You have become a traitor to the human race!"
"No!" The Holy Lord shouted, "How dare I... How dare I act as a traitor to the human race? I am just..."
His voice suddenly stopped, and all the elders' hearts were pounding...
Most of them knew about the Burial State incident, and they also knew that it was an integral part of the Great Dao Struggle.
Zangzhou is the location of Muye Villa, and indirectly also the location of the military strategist. Now, it is further confirmed that Muye Villa has been promoted to a holy home.
There was a commotion in the third heaven of the Military Saint, and the confrontation with the other saints was becoming increasingly intense.
How could the major saint families below not see this level? Therefore, everyone is making their own responses.
The same is true of the poet and the saintly family.
Once they control the royal family of Zangzhou and the literary way of Zangzhou, they will be able to effectively contain the family of the military saint, especially since Zangzhou is at the forefront of the battle between humans and demons. By implanting the power of poets in such a place, the poets will have a greater say in the battle for the great way.
This idea is quite lofty.
It can even be said that it is the highest thing in the world.
However, Lin Su threw out an unintentional catastrophe.
The unintentional catastrophe is a higher level than the great battle.
In the face of the unintentional catastrophe, the competition for the Great Dao is just a small fight within the human race, and winning or losing will not affect the survival of hundreds of billions of human beings.
As for the Wuxin Great Tribulation, it is facing the demons from outside the domain. Once it fails, hundreds of billions of human beings will become wandering souls under the swords of the people from foreign domains. Even the saints will become fish under the knife of the saints from foreign domains because the order of heaven is suspended.
Therefore, when facing an unintentional catastrophe, no matter what position you are in the dispute, you must be united in facing the outside world.
This is the greatest "correct stance"...
The Poet Saint's family intervened in the matter of Zangzhou, and suddenly the level of their case rose to an extremely high level, and they were immediately accused of being "a traitor among the human race" and "cooperating in the unintentional catastrophe"!
This crime was so serious that Li Yiran said he couldn't bear it.
Lin Su fixed his sharp eyes on Li Yiran: "You mean you were just following orders from above? Do you think this is just a battle of wits?"
Li Yiran was so confused that he had no idea how to answer.
The elders around were even more confused and didn't know how to answer.
You answer that this is an order from above, who?
Do you dare to say it?
If you answer that it is not an order from above, then you and your family, the Saint of Poetry, are seeking death. You are a small saint family, and you have stepped into the huge vortex of "traitors among the human race". Do you still want to get out of it unscathed?
Zhuge Qingfeng was sweating profusely on his back. He truly realized that it was almost impossible for him to get away from this matter unscathed.
The turmoil in Zangzhou has already crossed the border of Zangzhou and turned into a huge wave that directly affected the three heavens.
Is this his real purpose?
He intentionally created opportunities for Zhuge Qingfeng, and his ultimate goal was to stir up a storm against the poet's family?
He was used to using others as chess pieces, but today he became his chess piece, and it was an almost unsolvable chess piece...
Everyone in the field had huge waves in their hearts, but only Lin Su was the guiding star.
He spoke slowly: "You feel embarrassed about this question, well, I won't let you feel embarrassed! After the Holy Way cleanses your heart, I'm sure the people above you won't blame you!"
As soon as the voice fell, a ray of light flashed between his eyebrows, covering Li Yiran and Zhuge Qingfeng in front of him...
The great elder shouted: "Lin Changxing, please don't make things worse..."
Before the voice fell, the surroundings suddenly changed...
A stream of light appeared in front of them, and it rolled like a wave. In one roll, the Holy Lord Peak seemed to be beyond the horizon...
Lin Su stared at Li Yiran and said, "Tell me, has anyone in the Third Heaven instructed you to disrupt the Burial State?"
"Have!"
"who?"
"Li Zhongliang, the Grand Commander of Shidu!"
Lin Su circled his hands...
The power of Wen Dao was like shackles, piling up layer upon layer in a moment.
Silently, Lin Su took a step forward, and on the Holy Lord Peak, Li Yiran and Zhuge Qingfeng were taken away by him at the same time.
Only one person, Du Bing, was staring at the mountain in front of him.
With a whoosh, the first elder, the second elder, the third elder and more than a hundred elders landed on the Holy Lord Peak at the same time. The strong wind they blew up flipped all the manuscripts in the Holy Lord Pavilion. However, there was no Holy Lord and no Zhuge Qingfeng.
The Third Elder's face changed drastically: "Is he taking the Holy Lord to the Third Heaven for a confrontation?"
"We need to contact our superiors immediately."
"Yes! This boy is best at finding loopholes. He can tear off a piece of flesh from a small loophole. The loophole today is not small..." The Eighth Elder was anxious.
The Great Elder's expression changed dramatically, and as he raised his hand, a pillar of holy incense lit up.
A shadow emerged in the air, it was Li Changsheng, the master of the Palace of Poetry.
"Palace Master, Lin Su..." The Great Elder knelt on the ground and quickly recounted what happened.
Li Changsheng originally looked calm and composed, like a sage appearing, but at this moment his expression suddenly changed.
With a slight wave of his hand, he directly closed the communication channel. He turned around and another channel was connected. He took a step out, and the next moment, he appeared in Shidu.
"Please report to the Grand Commander, I have an urgent matter to discuss with you!"
The Shidu guard in front of him frowned: "Emergency?"
"Yes, it's urgent..."
"Palace Master Li, you must first tell me what is going on..."
Li Changsheng's face darkened. I've already told you something urgent, and you're still making trouble. Am I, the dignified Palace Master of the Palace of Poetry, so worthless in your Poetry City? You dare to make trouble with a mere gatekeeper like you.
At this moment, a holy light appeared on the Three Heavens Face Bridge, and a man stepped through the air and stepped in front of the Shidu Grand Commander’s Mansion: “Shidu Grand Commander Li Zhongliang, come out!”
The voice was like a sharp sword, piercing through the twists and turns of the Grand Commandery and reaching the innermost study room.
In the study, Grand Commander Li Zhongliang's face darkened: "Who is so presumptuous?"
"come out!"
Lin Su uttered two more words, which turned into two characters. With a slight sound, Li Zhongliang left the ground and was pulled out by him...
This is earth-shattering!
Above the Poetry City, countless people simultaneously stepped on the pages of poetry and flew up...
Li Changsheng, who had already arrived at the entrance of Shidu, had a gloomy expression on his face: "No need to report, the urgent matter I want to report is this one!"
The gatekeeper stared at the platform of the Grand Dusi Mansion above, totally unable to believe his eyes.
The Grand Commander was dragged out of the mansion by the mansion's neck. Yes, he was dragged out by the neck.
"Lin Su!" Two words suddenly came from the sky: "Is it too presumptuous to trespass into the Poetry City?"
The voice was infinitely desolate and majestic. Along with these twelve words, a faint holy light filled the air, like waves in the sea.
"Holy Lord!"
Above Shidu, everyone knelt down at the same time, including Li Changsheng.
The poet spoke himself.
As soon as he opened his mouth, the sky was like the waves of the four seas turning upside down.
Lin Su raised his head suddenly: "Poet Saint, there is a traitor from the human race in your poems. I want to ask you for clarification! Come out!"
The first half of the sentence is already earth-shattering.
The last two words reveal his domineering side.
These two words, carrying with them the boundless power of the holy way, broke through the sky.
With a light bang, the waves of holy literature in the sky shattered into pieces. Lin Su's voice was like a sword that split the sky, tearing through the frenzy of literature and literature composed of the twelve words of the poet.
Above the Yi City, the Yi Sheng suddenly opened his eyes and took a step forward. His shadow appeared above the Yi City. There was light in his eyes, and he pointed his sword at the Shi City? This kid made another move, so tough?
Above Nongdu, the Agricultural Saint was strolling in the fields. Suddenly he took a step towards the fields, and the next moment, his shadow also stood above Nongdu.
In Yinyang Capital, Yinyang Sheng and Ming Tianyan were discussing something when they suddenly heard this earth-shattering voice. Their faces changed at the same time.
"He's back, with his sword pointed at Shidu!" Ming Tianyan uttered these eight words slowly.
The Yin Yang Saint smiled slightly: "I will also come to give him courage!"
As soon as his voice fell, the Holy Shadow soared into the sky.
As a saint, he can know everything that happens with his eyes open or closed. In fact, there is no need for the holy shadow to appear. In the past, they did so. Generally speaking, they follow the attitude of observing in secret and not showing their holiness directly.
But today, for some unknown reason, all the saints standing on Lin Su's side made their own choices almost immediately. Instead of observing in secret, they directly sent Holy Shadow to the sky.
This may be what the Yin Yang Saint said: to give him courage.
All the saints of their lineage rose into the sky at the first moment.
(End of this chapter)