The sword light was brilliant, coming down from high and heading towards the Forbidden City in all directions, immediately attracting the attention of the imperial guards. They shouted, released arrows, and swung their swords, surging over like a tidal wave.
"Ten Thousand Swords Chaozong, the sword is supreme, unsheath it!"
Yan Chixia muttered something, and suddenly light burst out from the sword box behind him, first a little, and then a little exploded, turning into countless small light spots. When the wind changed, they all turned into small swords as big as silver needles, arranged in an array.
Howling, sweeping up all the soldiers who rushed forward——
Instant kill!
As soon as they met, the person hit by the sword immediately fell to the ground.
Such swordsmanship has long surpassed the ordinary world, and ordinary people have no way to resist. If there are thousands of troops, elite troops can rely on the condensation of blood to form an impact. But now in the huge Forbidden City, in addition to the imperial guards on the periphery, the elite black troops
The shirt guard actually didn't show up, and he didn't know what he was doing hiding in the palace.
The news of the coup had been faintly spread for a long time, and the military morale of the Royal Forest Army was not stable. Now that they saw Yan Chixia's awe-inspiring appearance, everyone couldn't help but feel timid.
call!
The figure of Feitian Yaksha flashed up, roared to the sky, and faced the crowd, revealing his fangs.
"Ghost!"
This time, the imperial guards became even more afraid.
With the protection of Feitian Yaksha and Yan Chixia, Chen Jianchen was determined. Holding the ink in his left hand and the evil-proofing pen in his right hand, he began to graffiti and write outside the walls of the Forbidden City.
The Forbidden City has been regarded as the core of national rule since ancient times. It is a symbol of imperial power. It is spotless and no one dares to offend.
Anyone who dared to offend was killed.
But now, the splendidly painted walls are full of black ink.
Chen Jianchen’s pen and ink.
He had a strong mind and scolded Fang Qiu, feeling that his whole body was filled with surging power, fresh and exciting.
It feels so good to write on the walls of the imperial city and graffiti without restraint! It's like a rebellious person yelling and cursing; it's also like a rebellious person peeing and spitting on the flag.
Subversion, fragmentation, freedom.
All kinds of things that I didn't dare to do, couldn't do, or were difficult to do before are now put into action. This is called "freedom".
The majesty of the emperor's authority and the luck of the emperor reveal their fragile nature under the pen. "Heaven's sight is what the people see, and heaven's hearing is what the people hear." And scholars should be representatives of expression, with the pen in their hands,
If you write with integrity and refuse to listen to advice, you should pull the emperor off his horse directly.
Such arrogance and courage are the true qualities of a scholar.
Perhaps it was precisely because of this concern that Emperor Zhengming promulgated the "Language Law" at all costs to undermine the aspirations of scholars and suppress them vigorously.
Obviously, he achieved a certain goal.
The implementation of the "Writing Law" has greatly accelerated his practice. If no one destroys it, at midnight tonight, the world's great formation will be activated. Emperor Zhengming will swallow the world's domineering energy, achieve the way of transforming into a dragon, and practice Chengren Immortal.
Time was tight, so Chen Jianchen followed his heart completely. Each big character he wrote was several feet wide, and the characters spread out in one breath.
This is not the first time he has done something similar. He did it once in Lanruo Temple in the past. But at that time, it was just a small monk's dormitory, but now, it is a huge Forbidden City, and the workload is huge.
Larger than before, the two cannot be compared.
"The spiritual platform has no way to escape the divine arrow, and the storm is like a rock, darkening the hometown. It means that the cold stars cannot be seen, and I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood."
Chen Jianchen's thoughts were unconstrained and unconstrained. As long as he thought of something, he would immediately write it on the wall, in line with the famous saying: "I write with my hand and with my mouth."
Dou Da's handwriting, placed on the splendid and inviolable wall of the Forbidden City, is wild and unrestrained, full of a sense of catharsis.
After being filled with thick ink, Chen Jianchen also discovered a miraculous function of the apotropaic pen, which is that after the ink is soaked in, it is like an endless source, and there is no need to add new ink.
In this way, many things were omitted. He was very happy, and with a thought, he directly drove the flying Yaksha to fly over, stepped on it, and stood on the Yaksha's back.
In this way, you can stand taller and move without walking, which greatly saves time.
At present, Chen Jianchen's "Sanli Zhenzhang" has reached the second level of "making merit". The righteousness can be released, and there are many benefits.
Yan Chixia, who was on the side, stared with his eyes, and saw a weapon standing up from behind, giving birth to a weapon. It was pure white. It was the materialization of the Haoran Yangwu Sword, which could be revealed outside the body. Not only was it majestic, but it could also connect the heaven and the earth.
The energy is absorbed and replenished, finally forming a cycle. There is no need to worry about mental fatigue due to excessive consumption.
"There is righteousness in heaven and earth..."
Chen Jianchen also wrote "Song of Righteousness". Each word, line after line, and bold strokes appeared on the wall with teeth and claws, and they were continuous without any breaks. From a distance, they did not look like words, but
Like a kind of painting.
abstract painting.
Or, it can be said that it is like the real text and seal script used by Taoist priests to draw talismans.
At this time, the imperial guards who came to besiege came forward one after another, but under the protection of Yan Chixia's sword formation, they could not get close at all. They could only watch Chen Jianchen do whatever he wanted on the noble and inviolable wall of the imperial city.
This scholar is extremely courageous.
It was even more shocking than writing a blood letter to avenge one's grievances. He wrote his statement directly on the wall of the imperial city, making it known to the whole world.
About an hour later, Chen Jianchen's calligraphy was left on two-thirds of the outer wall of the huge Forbidden City. Set off by the magnificent background, these handwritings were particularly eye-catching and flamboyant.
Doesn’t the current emperor want to implement the New Deal regardless of any obstruction? Doesn’t he want to arrest everyone who dares to resist and oppose it?
Well, I will use the imperial palace as paper, write straightly, and tell the people of the world what is the truth!
Yan Chixia was filled with admiration. When he looked at the sky, he saw wisps of white gas rising spontaneously and filling the sky over the entire Forbidden City.
This white air is pure and flawless, not contaminated by any impurities, just like the silk spun by spring silkworms. The strands of strands come together and combine to form a large piece.
"Haoran is righteous, what a great righteousness!"
Yan Chixia was full of praise, and under the influence of this white aura, the black, blood, and evil spirits that were swarming around him were blocked.
Awesome and righteous, immune to all evil!
"Ouch!"
It seemed that he sensed some unusual and dangerous atmosphere, and a muffled roar seemed to come from the ground, with an angry meaning.
Hearing this roar, the imperial guards were frightened and stopped their attacks one after another. They looked at each other blankly, not knowing what to do.
Yan Chixia's face tightened and he shouted: "Swordsman, be careful, it's coming out."
Chen Jianchen knew in his heart what that "it" represented.
It is Emperor Zhengming, but it is not "Emperor Zhengming" because Emperor Zhengming was taken away from him when he was young. Now it is a ten-thousand-year-old spider spirit.
The current emperor is a monster wearing a painted skin who eats people without spitting out their bones.