nyslfriends Chapter 1094: Battle of Wisdom and Strength with Zhisheng
Chapter 1094: Battle of Wisdom and Strength with Zhisheng
Chapter 1094: Battle of Wisdom and Strength with Zhisheng
There are only so many projections on the Wendao wall.
However, the subsequent demise of the Confucian sage is well known.
Because of the weeping and tears of heaven.
Everyone knew clearly that Lin Su won!
No matter how unbelievable it is, the fact is still the fact...
Princess Yufeng gently lifted the teacup and pointed it toward the sky: "I was a passer-by in the West Mountain in the past, but now I am at the pinnacle of literature and art. How unimaginable is that?"
Xie Xiaoyan exhaled softly: "Sister Princess, do you feel a little regretful? If you had loosened your belt a little bit on your West Mountain, in your bedroom that day, you would be..."
Princess Yufeng suddenly retracted her hand, held Xie Xiaoyan's mouth, and glared at her fiercely: "How dare you think of such a wild thing?"
Xie Xiaoyan held her hands, gently separated them, freed her mouth, and chuckled: "He is now comparable to the top saints. It is really wild to be with him. I dare not think about it, but Princess sister, do you really not want to do it?"
Princess Yufeng's hands trembled slightly, and for some reason, she felt a lot of confusion in her heart...
Xie Xiaoyan came over: "Sister Princess, let me give you an idea."
Princess Yufeng glanced at her and said nothing...
"When we go to Haining again, you can live directly in the West Courtyard. I can tell you that we have no future in Xishan. With his status, it is unlikely that he will come to Xishan from now on. The West Courtyard of Haining is the only place he cannot give up. As long as he goes home, he can understand your intentions. It is a simple matter to understand your intentions and fulfill your dreams. How long will it take for him to play with you while he is playing with the girls like Green Clothes?"
Princess Yufeng raised her jade hands and tightly grasped her ears.
But can she hold her ears and the madness in her heart?
She knew Xiaoyan was right.
He is now comparable to the Confucian sages of the past.
Is it possible for him to return to the secular capital?
Not too possible.
The imperial city of the past, which was so majestic and grand to him, is now just a small barren hill to him. His world has long been on the other side of the galaxy.
To him, imperial power and prosperity are nothing but fireflies on a summer night.
Family affection is the only place he can get close to.
As long as his nature remains, he will return to Haining West Courtyard...
As long as he still has a little bit of romantic charm, there will be endless possibilities between her and him...
But, does a princess of the empire really need to use this method?
She suddenly felt a little envious of Sister Chen, Lu Yi and Cui Ying. They also knew him from humble beginnings. Because of their low status, they naturally joined the big queue. It was a bit difficult for her to get her turn...
Also in the sunset.
The same sky full of golden light.
Danfeng Valley, the home of the great poet, is as beautiful as a dream under the sunset.
Zhuge Qingfeng stared at the sky for a long time. Beside him was a beautiful woman with a face as white as jade, but without a trace of blood on it. The bloody rain floated down from the sky, wetting into the sand and dust without leaving any color. The bloody rain seemed to have taken away the blood on her face as well. The bloody rain disappeared into the ground, turning into the pure energy of heaven and earth. It seemed to have also melted away all her thoughts, leaving only emptiness...
She had to admit that ever since the Pavilion of Inquiry behind her was destroyed by Lin Su, all her hopes were on the man beside her.
This man was originally able to support everyone's hopes.
Because there are two peaks behind him: the ancient alien tribe of fire, and the Holy Family of the Poet Saint.
Moreover, he is not just a playboy. He is the most outstanding genius among the young people of this generation. He is a genius in poetry, wisdom, and spiritual practice.
Such a man will be a nightmare to any opponent.
However, the opponent they chose, Lin Su, was completely beyond their understanding.
Lin Su made a strike and killed two of the twelve alien tribes, making ten surrender.
And the Fire Clan was the clan he destroyed.
He didn't even give the Fire Tribe a chance to surrender.
After that blow, one of the two supports behind Zhuge Qingfeng collapsed.
This is just the beginning, not the end.
Today, the poet was killed!
The Poet Saint and the Holy Family were directly eliminated from the ranks of the Holy Family!
The head of the Poet Saint's family and all the elders were in grief, and their cries traveled across the sky and could be heard even in Danfeng Valley.
This man has completely lost his boundless charm...
From this angle, there are a few faint white hairs in his hair...
"Master, where should we...go?" Du Bing let out a breath.
Zhuge Qingfeng slowly withdrew his gaze from afar and turned around slowly: "Once the midsummer is over, the autumn wind will fill the world. Du Bing, go now! Maybe you still have countless treasures, but in this world, there is no stage for us anymore..."
He returned to his own quiet room and closed the door gently.
There are signs that this level will not be opened again for a long, long time.
Because Zhuge Qingfeng knew clearly that there was no stage for him in this world anymore.
Lin Su had completely disappeared from their sight.
Lin Su is already a mountain above their heads that they can never climb over.
Just like the poem he left for Zhuge Qingfeng that day: The flowers fall helplessly, the familiar swallows return, and I wander alone in the fragrant path of the small garden...
The intersection between them seems familiar.
But there is nothing that can be done about the direction of their story.
From then on, they were all wandering alone.
However, their small gardens were not on the same level at all. Even if they were wandering alone in the small gardens, they could not see each other.
Zhuge Qingfeng looked up at Lin Su, but his sight could not see through to the other side of the starry sky.
As for Lin Su, he could see Zhuge Qingfeng by bending down, but he was unwilling to bend down for him...
……
The gaze returned to Tianwaitian.
It is still that nameless mountain.
If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if there are immortals; if the water is not deep, it will be spiritual if there is a dragon.
The nameless mountain of the past is no longer nameless from today, because it is the place where the greatest legend in this world was created.
It even has a name that has been passed down for thousands of years: Dingding Mountain!
There is even a poem that says: A tripod flew in front of Dingding Mountain, and from then on the mountains and rivers seemed like a dream.
However, naming and writing poems are all later matters.
Today, Dingding Mountain is still nameless.
The wind is still blowing, as if it is still gently kneading the thrill that has just passed.
Suddenly, a drop of dew dripped from the grass...
The crystal dewdrop hit the bluestone and shattered into pieces. A figure appeared out of nowhere, it was Zhisheng.
He used "the plan of heaven" and interpreted himself with wisdom.
Surrounded by the saints, he told them that he would take revenge.
The spearhead was directed at Haining, the capital of Dacang and the battlefield of the Western Expedition.
This finger was extremely terrifying.
Lin Su flew away on the spot.
The rest of the saints also left immediately and rushed to the battlefield they had prepared in their minds.
However, the way of the wise saint is to see the true power from the impossible. His real body is right there - in the second wisdom pearl.
His plan of making the false real and the real false succeeded. The wise saint used the strategy of luring the tiger away from the mountain when he was surrounded by the saints, and lured all the saints away at the same time. Now, at night, he reappeared.
Just after he appeared, Zhisheng's expression suddenly changed slightly...
Because in front of him, a big tree suddenly cracked open strangely, and a figure in white gently brushed the leaves on his hair and slowly walked out.
Lin Su!
Zhisheng looked at Lin Su quietly.
Lin Su also looked at him quietly.
"The plan for heaven can be hidden from all the saints, but it can't be hidden from you?" said the wise saint.
"Yes!"
"Zhou Tianjing, right?"
The tracking ability of the Zhoutian Mirror covers the entire body. The reason why Lin Su was able to lock onto his position must be because of the Zhoutian Mirror. This is the only possibility that the Sage of Wisdom Dao could think of.
However, Lin Su shook his head: "The Zhoutian Mirror has not yet reached its perfect state, and cannot trace the traces of the saint."
"Oh?" The wise saint frowned: "Does that mean your detection ability is stronger than that of other saints?"
Lin Su smiled faintly: "Wrong again! My detection ability is at best on the same level as the saints, and it is impossible to be stronger than them all. It's just that my focus is a little off."
"focus point?"
"Yes!" Lin Su said, "I paid attention to two points! The first point is the periphery. I did not feel any fluctuations in the periphery from beginning to end. If your cultivation has not reached a level that I cannot detect at all, there is only one explanation: your true body has not actually left this mountain."
"Instead of paying attention to me, you are paying attention to the fluctuations of the external Qi! You are really unique!" Zhisheng exhaled softly: "What is the second point?"
"The second point is the mystery of words." Lin Su said: "You released terrorist information, trying to destroy my hometown of Haining, the capital of Da Cang, and the Western Expedition Army. This is an abnormal move. People in the wisdom way should consider themselves first and then the enemy. Revenge and killing are not only ranked low in the thinking of wise people, but also done by the weak. You, a generation of wise masters, disdain to do it! As the saying goes, there must be something wrong when things are abnormal. Your real purpose is definitely not to release terrorist information. Then, the real purpose is only one, to lure the tiger away from the mountain!"
Revenge killing.
It's normal for most people.
However, Venerable Yu Zhidao is an exception.
Why?
Because in the chessboard of the wise, revenge and murder means being angry and frustrated, and means admitting that one can't do anything to the real culprit.
This is obviously abnormal for a wise sage who is known for his wisdom.
However, most people are concerned and panic when they hear the news. Who would reflect on this abnormality?
But Lin Su happened to capture Zhisheng's true motives through his abnormality.
This is the game of wisdom.
The Sage of Wisdom slowly raised his head and said, "This Sage rules the world with wisdom, and has never been defeated by anyone in his life. I never thought that I would repeatedly feel the edge of wisdom in you."
"There is always a mountain higher than the other in the world, and the same is true for the path of wisdom."
The wise saint said: "Well said, there is always a mountain higher than the other! In fact, the road of wisdom is also a lonely road. The wise control the world and calculate the world. The people and things in the world are all like the lines on the palm. Observing people is like observing the lines on the palm. There are very few soulmates to talk to. Today, you and I meet here. Do you want to chat for a while?"
"Please!" Lin Su waved his hand gently.
In front of them, there was a coffee table, and on it was a pot of tea.
“On the top of a mountain, at the pinnacle of literature and art, it’s so late at night, drinking tea facing the moon, it is truly a rare experience in life.” Zhisheng flicked his finger lightly, and a small moon appeared above their heads.
"Zhisheng is so elegant." Lin Su smiled and held the pot, pouring a cup for Zhisheng.
The wise saint smiled slightly and said, "You are a genius in literature, and so am I, or at least I used to be. A gathering of scholars should be elegant."
"Zhisheng must have something to ask, please." Lin Su held up the teacup.
The Saint of Wisdom said, "After reflecting for half a day, I still feel that I have completely transformed the "Great Luotian Finger Technique" into the "Wise Pearl Five Fold Waves", and there is absolutely no way I can reveal any clues. You also admitted that you were lying, but this lie clearly shows that you have done extremely detailed homework for me. Why do you pay so much attention to me?"
Lin Su said: "When I presented the timetable of the Unintentional Great Tribulation in the Heavenly Dao Holy Altar that day, the Wise Saint had verified it on the spot. In your eyes, there is a mystery in this verification process."
Zhisheng was shocked: "Is there a secret? What kind of secret?"
"Your way of calculating is not exactly the same as the Nine Chapters on Arithmetic that is circulated in this world."
The wise saint slowly raised his head: "It was just an arithmetic demonstration during a calculation verification, just a flash of arithmetic light, and you can actually glimpse the calculation rules of this saint?"
"Arithmetic is a weakness of almost all saints. Even if I could accurately see your arithmetic vision, I still couldn't figure out the rules of your arithmetic. Unfortunately, my arithmetic is beyond your imagination. You are not as good as me in the way of arithmetic! Therefore, you see me as knowing nothing, and I see you as if I were watching a child at play from a high altitude!"
I watch you as if I were watching children play from a high altitude!
what for?
In my eyes, your skills are like child's play. I can see them clearly from my high vantage point.
The wise saint stared at him for a long time, without further investigating Lin Su's arrogant words, because it was meaningless to discuss the level of arithmetic at this moment. He raised the teacup in his hand to his lips and said, "Just because the arithmetic operation rules exceed the universal standards of this world, you suspect that I am from a foreign land? Isn't this suspicion too far-fetched? You need to know that I am a saint. Isn't it normal for saints to have methods beyond the standards of ordinary people?"
"Of course it's not just this! What really made me suspicious was the last trip to Qifeng Mountain." Lin Su said: "I saw the rules of foreign arithmetic in the Qifeng Mountain library, which are similar to the arithmetic visions that flowed through your eyes. I also learned from there that there is a kind of "Daluotian Finger Technique" in the Immortal Realm World, which is derived from the "Arithmetic Way". The biggest feature is that the lethality increases exponentially! From that moment on, I really wanted to see with my own eyes the characteristics of your attack."
The Saint of Wisdom lifted his hand, and the tea flowed into his mouth. He slowly moved the teacup away and exhaled a long breath: "I have used my 'Five Waves of Wisdom Pearl' countless times in front of the saints. Has anyone ever doubted it?"
"This is the mindset." Lin Su said, "The saints are scholars, and I am a cultivator! How the power of literature is interpreted is ordinary, but in the path of cultivation, a technique that can increase the lethality by sixteen times is not an ordinary technique? Those that can increase the power by 10% or 20% are all peerless secrets."
The eyes of the wise sage were full of wisdom: "I think there is something else behind your words."
Lin Su said: "The wise saint can understand the elegant meaning by listening to the string music. How wise and generous he is! I just thought, I will treat you to a pot of tea tonight. How about you give me this skill?"
Zhisheng stared at him and smiled: "You actually want me to teach you this technique?"
"Yes!"
"Why do you have such an arrogant idea?"
Lin Su said: "Because of the instinct of the wise, everything can be traded! You are trapped in a dead end, you can use everything you control to exchange for your soul to return to the fairyland world."
"soul?"
"Generally, saints of literature and Taoism do not have a primordial spirit, but Fengya does! And you, obviously, have one too!"
"Where's Saint Ge?"
Lin Su stared at him and said, "Don't even think about the Sainthood. It is a product of this Heavenly Dao. It does not belong to your Immortal Realm World. It should return to Heavenly Dao."
The cards are clear.
Lin Su wants to kill Zhisheng.
Preserve his soul and bring it into the fairyland world.
Zhisheng stared at him for a long time, and suddenly smiled: "Lin Su, you have a good habit of detecting the surrounding fluctuations. What about now? Have you detected it?"
"No need to detect. I know that the first moment you saw me, you activated a dewdrop under your feet. This dewdrop is also your wisdom pearl. This dewdrop interprets the Heaven-deceiving Strategy of your Nine Strategies to Overturn the Heavens, isolating everything in this area!"
The Saint of Wisdom laughed loudly: "So, this world is a blind spot for the Saints to detect, and your information cannot penetrate this layer of veil, and you can't summon the Saint of War at all."
"Obviously not, so I never thought about it." Lin Su picked up the teacup and took a sip.
The wise saint stopped laughing and said, "Then the question is, I am a standard saint, and I am facing you, a quasi-saint of the heavenly way. Will you crush my sainthood, or will I chop off your head?"
"The same question was asked once by the Painting Saint!" Lin Su said, "You certainly know the result."
"A quasi-saint of heaven, fighting against a saint. You were arrogant in front of the painting saint once, so you think that everyone sitting in the third heaven is at the level of the painting saint." The wise saint said: "Unfortunately, you are wrong. This saint is not a painting saint!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and an immense holy power sealed off the entire world.
Lin Su stared at him quietly: "You are indeed not a painting saint, you are a wisdom saint. A wise man uses wisdom instead of strength. Therefore, few people know your true fighting ability, which is not inferior to that of a Confucian saint!"
"The Confucian Saint used me as a tool to help him fight against dissidents. In fact, I have also been using him as a tool to build a protective wall for me. Lin Su, this is a big secret and you can't take it out!"
As soon as the last six words fell!
The entire mountain is completely gone!
The night sky is completely gone!
Suddenly, there was a huge distance between Zhisheng and Lin Su.
Under the feet of the Saint of Wisdom, five rays of holy light merged into a long river, the River of Wisdom.
The long river is like a rolled up mat, once it is rolled up, it covers the whole world.
This is his sanctuary.
When the holy land appears, it doesn’t just seem to be a world of its own, but it truly is a world of its own.
It seemed that this long river of wisdom was about to sweep across the holy world he created with an irresistible momentum.
Suddenly, Lin Su's eyebrows lit up and a holy light spread.
The ratio of this holy light to the holy light on the River of Wisdom is one to five.
However, this holy light is extremely condensed.
The colors of the holy light are ever-changing.
It was the quasi-holy light of the Heavenly Dao that Lin Su formed by integrating the red, yellow and blue holy lights and fusion them through the Fire Dao Furnace.
The three colors of holy light represent the quasi-saint of the Heavenly Dao.
But the fusion of three colors is the theory of three primary colors, representing the infinity of the holy light and color.
Along with the appearance of this holy light, nine high peaks appeared behind Lin Su.
As the peak of the music path came out, a magical flute sound swept across the long river of wisdom, and the holy light on the long river suddenly swayed. This is the music path's killer weapon "Swordsman"...
On the peak of poetry, the moon is shining brightly, and the waves of the long river of wisdom have disappeared...
Above the bright moon, a general in golden armor drew his longbow, and the bowstring was shocked like thunder, and an arrow shot towards the wise saint...
On the high city wall, a general who looked like Lin Su raised a banner, and the murderous intent of the military was attached to the long arrow...
Chi!
A long arrow shot out and flew through the Holy Land of Wisdom, seemingly tearing the area apart completely.
This arrow alone has the power to compete with all the saints!
Zhisheng's eyes flickered: "Sure enough!"
As soon as these four words came out, a drop of wave flew up from under his feet to greet the arrow that was already in front of him.
The arrow pierced the sky, as if heaven and earth were just separated.
If I were to fall into the secular world, I would probably be able to flatten thousands of miles of mountains and rivers with one arrow.
However, this wave, as light as a firefly, happened to block the arrow.
Lin Su's eyes suddenly lit up: "You are indeed worthy of competing with the Confucian saints!"
"You've made your move, now it's my turn!" The wise saint waved his sleeves gently: "Destroy!"
As soon as the word "destruction" came out, the huge waves under his feet suddenly rose ten times out of thin air, instantly flooding over the nine peaks of Lin Su, washing over Lin Su's Quasi-Saint realm with an overwhelming force...
Lin Su's quasi-saint realm suddenly changed.
The fire of eighteen green lotuses appeared out of nothing!
When the Green Lotus Fire was lit, a strange aura penetrated the entire holy land like lightning. All the peaks in his holy land were connected into one, turning into a strange furnace.
As soon as the strange furnace appeared, his quasi-saint realm became a whole, indestructible!
With a loud bang, the long river of wisdom poured down. Lin Su's quasi-saint realm did not move at all, and a strange flame rebounded and surrounded the holy land of the saint of wisdom. Once refined, the long river of wisdom in the holy land of the saint of wisdom suddenly changed color.
"The furnace of literary virtue? Can it be used to refine other people's holy domain?" Zhisheng could hardly believe his eyes.
"Yeah, am I a genius?" Lin Su smiled lightly, the green lotus fire shot up into the sky, and the entire river of wisdom suddenly burned.
"He is truly a genius to be able to draw inspiration from the Literary Dao Refining Saint Treasure and then build his own literary world according to the Literary Dao Furnace!" The Wise Saint said, "However, the long river of this Saint's Wisdom Dao also has five fold waves!"
As the wave rises, the power doubles.
Lin Su's Blue Lotus Fire retreated a thousand miles.
The second wave rises, and the power increases fourfold.
Lin Su's Green Lotus Magic Fire was completely extinguished.
The third wave rises, and the power increases eightfold.
Lin Su's quasi-saint realm is in turmoil.
The fourth wave rises, its power is so terrifying that it shocks the world.
Lin Su's expression suddenly changed...
His quasi-saint realm also changed suddenly...
The nine peaks suddenly merged together and turned into a huge peak.
There is a bright moon above the huge peak.
In the bright moon, "Swordsman" flows like an ocean...
Under the giant peak, the Mo Dao Great Wall suddenly turned into a golden Great Wall. The golden light flickering on the golden Great Wall was the killing golden light of the peerless killing formation.
The peerless killing formation is integrated with the Way of War and the Way of Ink, and its power is enhanced again.
There was a loud bang.
The two most powerful holy realms collided head-on.
Lin Su's holy world was shattered and Wenshan was shaking.
And the long river of wisdom of the wise sage was also swept away.
The sky reappeared, the nameless mountain reappeared, and the two men stood face to face, with extremely solemn expressions on their faces.
The holy domains and holy realms collided, and the two were evenly matched.
(End of this chapter)