One second, everyone was praising Wuhou's power in the Seventh Realm. The next second, they saw a golden light falling from the sky, and its end was nailed to the roof of the Duke's Mansion.
Everyone's brains were short-circuited for a moment.
???
what's the situation?
Everything was fine in broad daylight, why would such a scene suddenly appear?
Among them, the cabinet bachelor always felt that this scene seemed to have been recorded in some book.
"This is……"
After thinking for a moment, the cabinet bachelor suddenly widened his eyes: "Golden Bridge of Heaven and Earth!"
"What is the Golden Bridge of Heaven and Earth?"
"This is obviously a pillar, but it doesn't look like a bridge?"
"..."
Everyone was puzzled.
The cabinet bachelor was so excited that he trembled: "The Golden Bridge of Heaven and Earth is another sign of Confucianism and Taoism..."
"Holy Reading!"
Wen Daoyuan stared at the golden light that penetrated the entire second entrance hall and slowly uttered two words.
"Holy Reading?"
Everyone still couldn't remember it for a moment, they only felt that it was inexplicably familiar.
Before they could react, a page of paper was bathed in golden light and flew up into the sky, ignoring the rooftops.
"It's that poem!"
The Ninth Prince's heart trembled.
What was wrapped in the golden light was "About to Enter the Wine" written by Su Ping.
"poetry?"
Everyone was stunned.
Even if it is an excellent poem, the thing it carries is just ordinary paper. How can it ignore the house and pass through the roof?
And it can be seen that its trajectory is still rising, and its speed is getting faster and faster.
"Holy Reading... Holy Reading... I remember!!!"
The Minister of Rites exclaimed, "This is a poem and article that is so outstanding that it awakens the will of the saint!!!"
Boom~
Like a boulder smashing into the water, everyone screamed and their hearts were filled with waves.
The will of a saint?
How can this be?
Between my mind and my heart.
The page of poetry flew higher and higher under the gaze of dozens of disbelieving eyes, and finally stopped just before the eyesight could reach it.
Immediately afterwards.
Huge characters emitting golden light were projected into the sky, illuminating the entire Yangjing.
Another ancient and mysterious voice sounded.
"If you don't see it, the water of the Yang River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return."
"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening..."
This voice actually began to recite "The Wine Will Come in" written by Su Ping!
Suddenly, everyone's eyes became dull.
"It's really holy reading!"
There is no longer any sense of luck in the hearts of the people.
The golden words covering the entire sky above Yangjing, as well as the ancient voice, can completely prove that this is the Holy Reading.
After thinking about this, everyone looked at Su Ping again. In addition to admiration, they also had deep envy and jealousy.
You know, according to the records in the book, the Holy Reading is not just a formality.
Then there will be blessings from the Holy Will.
It might be talent, or it might be something related to Confucianism and Taoism.
Anyone who inspires the holy reading will have subsequent achievements lower than those of the Six Realms Great Confucian.
This means.
Su Ping will be a great scholar in the future!
"It's more than that! It is recorded in ancient books that it is desolate and compassionate. This is the voice of Yuan Sheng!"
Suddenly, another horrified voice came from the crowd.
Wow~~~!
Suddenly, the wave reached a new peak, overwhelming everyone's hearts with overwhelming force.
Yuan Sheng!
That is Yuan Sheng!
As the founder of Confucianism and Taoism, Yuan Sheng was not only the first saint, but also the first person in human history to transcend the nine realms and reach the ultimate realm.
It is no exaggeration to say that under the covetousness of endless demons and evil spirits, the human race has been able to multiply and prosper to this day, and most of the credit must be attributed to the first saint.
The word Yuan Sheng no longer only represents the first saint in the hearts of the human race.
He is the ultimate saint who saves the human race from water and fire, the pioneer who leads the human race to create eternal glory, and the wise man who guides the will of the human race in the darkness.
Awaken Yuan Sheng's will and read your own poems and articles.
It can be said that this is the most coveted honor for all readers.
Poems and articles spanning thousands of years have been read by the first saint. What an honor it must be?
Since ancient times, Holy Reading has only appeared a dozen times in total.
As recently as now, that was hundreds of years ago.
The Yuan Sheng's will appeared only three times!
Many people even doubt whether Yuan Sheng's will has completely perished long ago.
And now, Su Ping awakened Yuan Sheng's will with a poem in front of them?
"Those who are above the fourth level of Confucianism and Taoism should quickly close their eyes and comprehend."
Wen Daoyuan suddenly spoke up and reminded him.
Everyone woke up from a dream. They no longer cared about the shock or identity. They just sat down on the ground and began to comprehend with their hearts.
Even those who have not reached the four realms of Confucianism and Taoism, or even those who purely follow the martial arts and mystical path, are not willing to imitate the same example. They close their eyes and immerse themselves in it.
Even if you don't understand the voice of the First Saint, just listening to it has a cleansing effect on your spirit.
At the same time, a series of surprises echoed throughout Yangjing.
"Holy Reading! This is Holy Reading!"
In the Hanlin Academy, a white-haired historian fell to his knees with a bang, tears streaming down his face, "The will of the Yuan Sheng has appeared, the will of the Yuan Sheng has appeared!"
"Confucianism...and Confucianism..."
In the Shenwu camp outside the city, a dignified middle-aged man murmured to himself.
"How is that possible? Who wrote this poem?!"
Deep in the Imperial Academy, an angry voice came out: "Holy Reading? Why did Yuan Sheng read some bullshit poetry instead of reading my article?!"
Compared with these people who know the basics, the reaction of ordinary people is completely different.
After the initial shock, they quickly became immersed in the poetry itself.
Listening to the chanting in the ears, people seem to see an arrogant and talented student in front of them. Because he married into a powerful family, he was bullied everywhere and could not put his talents to use. In the end, he was only full of sorrow and anger.
Those unsuccessful scholars were infected by it and subconsciously made the same move.
They took to the streets, took off their Confucian scarves, and used the little money they had left to buy a jug of wine. While drinking, they chanted loudly along with the voice in the sky.
"Don't you see it, the water of the Yang River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return!"
"Don't you see, Gaotang Mingjing's sad hair is white..."
"...The five-flowered horse, the golden fur, and the son will be exchanged for fine wine!"
Until the last sentence, the voice in the sky slowly disappeared, and these scholars stopped reciting, crying and laughing, letting go of the resentment in their hearts.
"happy!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Respect this poem, respect the Yuan Sheng!"
"Everyone, let's drink together!"
"..."
In Yangjing alone, there are more than a thousand scholars like this.
And the news of Shengyue can be spread throughout Zhongzhou.
………
In the north, there is no return.
The soldiers of the Chisong Army sang and danced, drank wine, and recited "Jian Jin Jiu" to the sound of reading from afar.
"If you are happy in life, you must have all the fun. Don't let the golden cup stand empty against the moon... Hahaha."
"Exchange for fine wine, exchange for fine wine!"
"If you trade horses from the army, the general will definitely skin you..."
"..."
Shen Yuchun was flushed, shirtless, and having fun with the soldiers.
While drinking, I was thinking.
Who on earth can write such heartfelt poems?
Even someone like me, who hates Confucianism and Taoism, is so arrogant?
I really want to meet him and buy him a bottle of wine.
It is different from the happy military camp.
At this time, a tall figure was standing on the city wall without a return pass.
The commander-in-chief of Chisong Army, Duke Ding, Shen Tiannan.
Shen Tiannan turned his back to the north and looked toward Yangjing in the distance.
It was rare to encounter such a happy thing, so he simply let go of the military order and allowed the soldiers to have fun while he stayed on the city wall.
It's like one person guarding one level.
"What are these bastards doing?"
In the distance, a group of barbarians roamed back and forth.
All kinds of laughter and laughter came from the direction of Wuhuiguan, making these gray-faced and sharp-toothed guys puzzled.
"There is only one man on the wall, what a great opportunity, boss!"
A sullen, shirtless barbarian said happily.
"Good opportunity? Do you know who that is? You want to die yourself."
The leader of Tanma gave the barbarian a whip.
The barbarian scratched the area where he was whipped, with a puzzled look on his face.
——Zi!
Suddenly, a harsh sound broke through the air, and before the scouts and horses could react, they stabbed the barbarian, both man and horse, and nailed him to the ground.
From the beginning to the end, the barbarian didn't even scream, and completely lost his breath.
Even the expression on his face remained puzzled.
"Enemy attack!!!"
The scout horses screamed in surprise.
"The enemy is attacking your father."
The leader of the Tanma turned the horse's head and ran north first: "Old Demon Shen is using a trick, retreat quickly!"
Use meter?
Upon hearing this word, all the scouts' hearts trembled, and they quickly followed the leader and retreated.
The riding whip fell frequently, as if running slowly would lead to something terrible.
Cough cough cough…
There is no back gate on the city wall.
Shen Tiannan took back his right hand and coughed violently several times.
When I looked towards the south, I felt a bit of joy in my eyes.
Five hundred years ago.
Five hundred years later, the holy reading recorded in the book appeared again.
Appeared in...
Six hundred thousand Chisong troops defended Daqing with their lives!