Three thousand miles away from the battlefield in Fengchuan,
The sixty great scholars standing in the void looked at the falling stars in the northern sky, and they all fell silent.
"Then...is that the vision of heaven and earth caused by the fall of Xiantian Wenlu?"
An old man with gray hair had a slight twitch on his face, and his bright eyes were full of regret.
"Who is it? Who is it!?" Another third-grade scholar who looked like a middle-aged man was angry.
"Which academy is so ridiculous!? Let an innate scholar of literature participate in this war?"
Another third-grade scholar hurriedly unfolded the Literary Saint List, his expression suddenly changed.
Sure enough, there was a vision on the list of literary saints.
There are a few poems that suddenly shine, but they are not this month’s poems.
The names and taboos behind these poems slowly disappeared, and only the poems remained on the list of literary saints.
More and more third-grade scholars were stunned.
The breath surges in the void, like a stormy sea.
The middle-aged scholar looked at the poems in front of him with trembling hands, and looked at the people beside him in disbelief.
"This...this...is Taibai...?"
The middle-aged scholar's voice trembled slightly, full of disbelief and reluctance.
""Climbing the Ninth Tower", "Two Poems of Lovesickness", "Shangxie·Giving a Friend", "The Journey of the Northern Governor", "The Road Is Difficult"..."
"There is another song..."Beiliang Ci"..."
Boom...
There seemed to be thunder rolling through the void.
Sixty third-grade Confucians stood in the void, with complex expressions on their faces, and they were speechless for a long time.
Not only the White Deer Academy, but also the third-rank scholars from Songyue, Wansong, Xiangshan and the Imperial College had eyes full of shock and regret.
"Taibai... Qinglian..."
"Two great talents in poetry and literature, who are rare to meet in a century, crushed all the great masters of literature and art."
"The two even joined forces to suppress eight literary masters and seventy-seven poetry masters in May last year."
"These two little guys are actually the same person!?"
"What's even more terrifying is that Taibai actually has innate cultural treasures!"
"How could he own two pieces of writing!?"
"Even two pieces of innate cultural treasures!"
"No wonder the vision of Wenxing's fall was so shocking, even the Demon Saint Stone was suppressed by him."
"He is even more amazing than Su Yuanqing!"
"Everything is the appearance of a saint."
"If you don't die, you might even be able to ascend the holy path!"
…
Even though everyone present was a third-grade scholar, they had never seen such an astonishing scene.
Taibai's poetic talent is well known all over the world.
Qinglian's storybook also spread throughout the world.
And now, these two literary talents are considered to be the twin stars of the Jin Dynasty.
It's the same person!
This news alone is enough to shock the world.
In addition, this guy also possesses innate cultural resources!
The innate cultural treasure that can make a noble family come true!
With such a great talent, there is no better gift than innate talent.
Just grow up.
Not to mention becoming a saint, you can at least achieve the first level.
And his family will have first-class scribes in charge for generations to come.
You must know that even if the saint's innate cultural relics are passed down, they are only of the first grade.
The holy throne cannot be passed on, this is an iron rule!
In this way, what is the difference between it and the saint's family?
But such a genius and evildoer actually ruined his future because of a demonic holy stone!
Even if the entire Fengchuan Mansion is lost, Taibai must not be allowed to participate in the war...
It’s really unwise! How unwise!
The middle-aged third-grade scholar looked at the scholar beside him with an angry tone,
"Who on earth dares to allow Taibai to participate in the war!?"
The aura on his body was almost uncontrollable. The wind roared between the sky and the earth, and the void began to distort accordingly.
"I'm going to kill him!"
The other eleven third-grade scholars in Bailu also fell into rage.
Taibai, even if they have been staying in Wensheng Palace, they have heard of his reputation.
Known as the second Su Yuanqing.
That's why Zhao Xiangong was sent out by them to stabilize the situation in the academy.
Unexpectedly, Taibai was even more stunning and beautiful than they imagined.
Qinglian turned out to be him too.
And he also owns two pieces of cultural relics.
One piece, no, even two pieces may be innate cultural relics!
Such a being has the appearance of a saint!
But now, Taibai actually destroyed his innate cultural treasure just because of a demonic holy stone!
Ruined his own culture!
Even lives may be lost.
How can they accept this?
The middle-aged third-grade scholar looked towards the northern battlefield, murderous intent rising in his eyes.
"Even if you kill one billion or even two billion demons, it won't be able to make up for Taibai's losses!"
The old man at the beginning, Da Ru, sighed softly, "Taibai fought to the death to save Fengchuan and even Dajin's life."
"The Demon Holy Stone was shattered and the Holy Monument was destroyed. Now both sides are back at the same starting point."
"Now that the holy power is dispersed in this battlefield, it will take almost half a month to dissipate. During this half month, you and I still can't enter."
"The only holy stele in the Jin Dynasty is here. In half a month, it is already too late to ask for a second holy stele from the temple."
"We can only gather the holy monuments as much as possible. If we can gather the holy monuments again, this battle will be won!"
"Victory?" The middle-aged scholar's eyes were as wide as bells, "Even if we win another territory, this battle will not be considered a victory!"
The old scholar said, "Dong Wuxu, we cannot let Taibai's sacrifice become worthless."
"Within half a month, we must guard the fragments of the holy monument and not let the monsters destroy it."
"You still need enough luck to gather the holy monument!"
Duke Wuxu took a deep breath, and the evil spirit rose in his eyes, "To gather the holy monument, even the fragments of luck will not work. You must have a certain level of poetry and articles to gather the holy monument."
"No one can guarantee what level it is at!"
"Originally, someone must have been able to do it, but now..."
The more I talk about it, the more my heart aches!
After returning, he must find out who is digging the roots of Dajin and causing the fate dragon to collapse?
Who else dares to let Taibai join the battle?
The old Confucian said to the other Confucian scholars of the third rank, "Each of them will send the news back to the academies, mobilize the strength of each academies, and recruit poems and essays."
"The greater the number, the better. I hope we can meet the requirements for gathering the holy monuments."
"As for the fragments of the sacred monument..." the old man gritted his teeth, "mobilize an eighth-level army to guard it!"
"We can no longer lose the seventh-grade scribes and warriors. Let's leave some roots for the Jin Dynasty."
All the great scholars of the third rank nodded.
The ninth and eighth grades are easy to cultivate, but the seventh grade is a threshold and difficult to enter.
Whether you are a scribe or a martial artist, at this level, your strength will begin to increase significantly.
At this time, we can only rely on the eighth-grade army to cope.
…
The Taibai document was shattered, and Li Changan felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
The Taibai Wen Palace collapsed first, followed closely by the Qinglian Wen Palace and Qinglian Wenlu, all of which turned into fragments, mixed with the poem Mingyue and the storybook Mingyue, scattered in all directions.
Deep in my mind, it seemed as if a huge earthquake had erupted, and everything was reduced to rubble.
Li Changan completely lost the feeling deep in his mind and passed out.
The mutton-fat jade book floated quietly above Li Changan's body, exuding a brilliance as warm as jade.
The shock wave that destroyed the world and destroyed the earth after the explosion of the Demonic Holy Stone in the outside world was unexpectedly blocked by this weak brilliance.
The fragments of the Taibai Wenlu and countless fragments of the Demonic Holy Stone were attracted by the jade-colored brilliance and kept gathering towards Li Changan.
The next moment, these fragments shot out like bullets, piercing Li Changan.
Li Changan's body instantly became filled with dense holes.
These fragments are embedded in the flesh and blood around the body, quickly nourishing these wounds.
After just a few breaths, all the wounds on Li Changan's body were healed.
Not even a single scar was left.
The early morning sunlight fell on Li Changan's eyelids. Li Changan frowned subconsciously, then slowly opened his eyes and quickly reached out to block the sunlight from the horizon.
"I... I'm not dead?"
Li Changan looked around. Everywhere he looked was flat, leaving nothing behind.
The strong wind swept across, making Li Changan's tattered clothes rustle.
Li Changan slowly stood up and frowned.
Not only did my body not feel weak, but there was an astonishing amount of strength surging through it.
After sensing it for a moment, Li Changan was stunned on the spot.
There are countless star-like fragments in his body.
In addition to the fragments of the Wen Gong Wenlu, and the fragments of poems and stories, Ming Yue.
There are also stone fragments that exude a strange deep purple color.
This kind of aura is clearly a fragment of the Demonic Holy Stone.
So many fragments emit various auras, circulating within the body.
"Dragon Elephant Xuan Gong" was actually driven by this strange power mixed with literary energy, demon power, and true energy, and opened seventy-two acupoints.
Li Changan also wanted to see Wen Gong, but his mind went dark and he couldn't sense anything.
"So...my literary skills are gone and I have become a complete martial artist?"
Li Changan looked around and breathed in the air greedily, "As long as you are alive, there is hope..."
"Even if I only have martial arts, I can reach the top!"
"What's more, just because the arts have been abolished, it doesn't mean that they can't be rebuilt. There will definitely be a day when they can be restored!"
At this moment, a sharp cry suddenly came from the sky.
Li Changan looked up and saw a large group of birds covering half of the sky in the north, flying wildly southward.
Immediately afterwards, the ground began to shake slightly, and it became more and more intense.
Li Changan's pupils suddenly shrank, "The frontline war...isn't over yet!?"
Deep underground, the earth dragon controlled by the Gu worm quickly rushed up and drilled a hole in the ground.
Li Changan glanced towards the north and could already faintly see the shadow of the demon army on the horizon.
He quickly jumped into the cave, glanced at Niu Dingtian and Niu Xiangdi who were fainted in the cave, dropped a few demon pills and military ration pills, and then went straight to the frontline battlefield.