Outside Dadu City, in an underground palace!
"Gurgle!"
The bottom of the underground palace was filled with boiling blood water. Bubbles were bubbling above the blood water, as if there was a fire burning at the bottom of the blood water.
The blood water churned, and a blood fog rose in the sky.
The Luminous Pearls lit up the entire blood fog underground palace. It looked extremely gloomy.
In the middle of the blood pool, there was a stone protruding. A white-clothed man sat cross-legged on it with his eyes closed. However, blood-colored water pillars emerged from the blood pool, as if passing through his body and locking him to the stone.
Everything was very peaceful.
At this moment, Heokkang Of Silla displayed his "Returning to the Han Army" in the outside world. Suddenly, a wisp of Awe-Inspiring Righteousness appeared in the blood fog underground palace and drilled into the white-clothed man's head.
"Buzz!"
This wisp of Awe-Inspiring Righteousness seemed to give the white-clothed man endless strength. The white-clothed man suddenly emitted a white light, as if he was trying to break free from the blood water chains on his body.
"Hualala!"
After breaking free for a while, the blood water chains were safe and sound.
"Heh, Ram Saint, don't waste your effort. Under my Blood Prison Formation, you still want to escape? Heokkang Of Silla's calligraphy is good, but he is far inferior to you. Your Awe-Inspiring Righteousness couldn't break free from my Blood Prison Formation, let alone Heokkang Of Silla's Awe-Inspiring Righteousness? Heh! "A voice came from the bottom of the blood pool.
"Hualala!"
The bottom of the blood pool suddenly churned. Suddenly, a huge bat head emerged from the blood pool. It looked ferocious. There were two scars on its right eye, and a cross-shaped scar could be vaguely seen.
The white-clothed man, Ram Saint, was the person Gu Hai was secretly looking for. He was the Da Qian Celestial Empire's Imperial College Chancellor.
Ram Saint narrowed his eyes and looked coldly at the huge bat head. "Heh, Bat Ancestor, you don't dare to kill me. I will always absorb Awe-Inspiring Righteousness. I firmly believe that evil can never prevail over good. Today, I am trapped in this prison, only for the greater Light in the future! "
"A greater baptism of light? Hahahaha, stop dreaming. Heokkang Of Silla's ability is limited to this amount of Nature of Righteousness. I can tell you with certainty that this wisp of Nature of Righteousness is the limit. There won't be any more! "The Bat Ancestor said coldly.
At this moment, Gu Hai's Ode to Chivalry was written.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! …! "
In the outside world, the Aoran Qi of Righteousness soared into the sky like a meteor shower. The Aoran Qi of Righteousness was like a vast ocean, rushing in all directions of Dadu.
Within the Blood Mist Underground Palace, he was suddenly baptized by the boundless righteous energy.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"
The cries of ghosts and gods could be heard, and a large amount of righteous energy surged out. Previously, it was only a single strand, but now, there were hundreds, tens of thousands of strands. In an instant, the entire underground palace was illuminated.
"Pa!"
Ram Saint seemed to have heard a slap on the face of the Bat Ancestor.
"A wisp of Nature of Righteousness is the limit? There won't be any more? Hahahahaha! "Ram Saint laughed sarcastically.
"Buzz!"
The Aoran Qi of Righteousness suddenly drilled into the top of Ram Saint's head, as if to be absorbed by Ram Saint.
"Roar!"
The Bat Ancestor roared and opened its mouth.
"Absorb!"
Suddenly, the Aoran Qi of Righteousness that was about to drill into the top of Ram Saint's head was sucked into the Bat Ancestor's mouth.
Ram Saint was not angry that he could not absorb the Aoran Qi of Righteousness. Instead, he suddenly laughed.
"Such Aoran Qi of Righteousness is in Dadu. It seems that someone from Da Qian has come to find me? Hahaha! "Ram Saint laughed.
"Hmph, you're dreaming. A strong scholar coming to save you? He'll only be like you, imprisoned in my underground palace. Hmph! "Bat Ancestor said coldly.
"A poem that makes ghosts weep? Not bad, you're capable. Chivalry? Good poem, good sentence, killing a man in ten steps, leaving no trace for ten thousand miles! Leaving with a flick of the sleeve, concealing the merits and fame! Good! Three cups of wine, the five mountains are light! Good! Even in death, the bones of a chivalrous man are fragrant, not ashamed of the heroes of the world. Who can compare to you, the White-Headed Taishang Sutra? Good sentence, every word is a gem. You don't even put the Taishang Sutra of the Everlasting Dao Palace in your eyes? Two heroes of the ages? Ziwei, Changsheng? Then the one who came to find me is called Gu Hai? Huh? I've never heard of this person? "Ram Saint frowned slightly.
"Hmph, he might not be from Da Qian!" Bat Ancestor raised his head and looked up. He opened his mouth and continued to suck in the vast righteous energy seeping into the underground palace. His eyes gradually narrowed.
"Bat Ancestor? Feeding on the vast righteous energy? You're also interested in this poem? Heh! "Ram Saint showed a trace of disdain.
"The first strokes of calligraphy that appear in Da Qian are all mine!" Bat Ancestor said coldly.
"That's why I said that your literary path in Da Qian will never amount to anything," Ram Saint said coldly.
"Da Qian values martial arts, why bother with rotten literature?" Bat Ancestor said coldly.
"What a disgrace to literature! Hmph! "Ram Saint no longer paid him any attention. Instead, he once again studied the words and sentences of this Chivalry.
Like Ram Saint, countless calligraphy cultivators in Da Qian were also chewing on this Chivalry.
A poem that makes ghosts weep was too amazing.
Countless calligraphy cultivators suddenly felt as if they had obtained a treasure.
The direction of the disdain for Gu Hai in the city had also changed. Most people no longer looked at Gu Hai and the other two as despicable people. Perhaps they were wronged.
However, some of Heokkang Of Silla's die-hard fans showed resentment.
"Three despicable people, not only did they attack from behind, but they also insulted literature and stole poems. Shameless!"
"Huh? What stealing poems? Isn't this the first stroke of calligraphy? "
"If it's the first stroke, can't it be stolen? It's not like you don't know that Gu Hai. I heard that he is only in his seventies. He is an ordinary person from the mundane world. How much experience can he have in the Book Dao? How can he write such a good poem? "
"Huh? You mean, someone else wrote the poem and asked Gu Hai to read it? "
"It must be. I don't believe that he can write a poem that makes ghosts weep!"
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Two voices appeared in the city. One began to worship Gu Hai, while the other began to slander Gu Hai based on their imagination. They thought that Gu Hai's poem was written by someone else.
Fairy Wan 'er was angry. She wanted to reason with those malicious people, but there were too many people. There was no way to reason with them.
In a small courtyard in the city.
Sima Changkong was chewing on the long poem. Jinmu Of Silla frowned slightly. "Is this Gu Hai's calligraphy? Could it be …? "
"Your Highness, are you saying that Mr. Goode's poem was written by someone else? Haha, I don't think so, "Sima Changkong laughed.
"Oh?"
"What Gu Hai said is not groundless. It's a complete statement of fact! How can it be written by someone else? "Sima Changkong laughed.
"A poem that makes ghosts weep? It seems that every poem needs to go through a lot of preparation and changes before it can be completely finalized. However, Gu Hai can do it easily. In such a short time, how can he create such a masterpiece? "Jinmu Of Silla frowned.
"This, maybe it's talent!" Sima Changkong laughed bitterly.
Indeed, Gu Hai didn't seem to be thinking at all just now. He just spat out a masterpiece that had been through the ages, slapping the Xi Kang Monarch's face loudly. It was indeed a little strange. However, Sima Changkong still believed that it was Gu Hai's work. He did not know why.
Everyone looked up at the image in the sky.
In the image.
The banquet square was completely silent.
"I am mediocre in calligraphy. Thank you, Heokkang Of Silla, for giving me a poem, 'To the Returning Army of the Han'. Good poem, good poem. I will treasure it carefully and not let your calligraphy be covered in dust!" Gu Hai said with a smile.
"Pah! Pah!"
Everyone seemed to have heard two clear slaps on Heokkang Of Silla's face.
All the officials looked at Heokkang Of Silla with a stiff face, as if they were checking if Heokkang Of Silla's face was swollen.
You wrote a masterpiece, 'Ode to Gallantry'. How can you say that you are mediocre in calligraphy? And you want to treasure 'To the Returning Army of the Han'? Not let your calligraphy be covered in dust? Are you going to take it out and whip its corpse often?
Heokkang Of Silla's face was as black as charcoal.
Long Wanyu's eyes were shining, looking at Gu Hai with admiration.
Binghime was confused. Was the Emperor's calligraphy really so good?
Li Shenji smiled, but there was a sense of displeasure in his eyes. How could Li Shenji have thought that Gu Hai was so good at calligraphy? Was it true? Didn't he come from the barren Thousand Islands Sea?
"Treasure it? I don't want it even if you help me wipe my ass!" Zi Wei added.
Heokkang Of Silla's dark face suddenly turned red.
"Gu Hai, is this for us? Hahaha, so Zi Wei and I are also the two heroes of the ages? Good poem, good poem! "Chang Sheng looked at the 'Ode to Gallantry' on the paper excitedly.
"The two of you have been wronged. This poem is just to give you a proper name!" Gu Hai said with a smile.
"Yes, we finally have a proper name. We are the two heroes of the ages. Zi Wei, don't you think so?" Chang Sheng shamelessly agreed.
"We are indeed the two heroes of the ages. Actually, I wanted to compose a poem for you! I want to recite it for everyone! "Zi Wei said with some regret.
Chang Sheng's face changed, "Recite my ass. Don't recite your poem in front of me!"
"What's wrong with my poem? Haven't you been listening to it for many years? "
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The two of them suddenly started arguing. They were about to fight.
"The two of you, let's not talk about the poem. Sit down and eat first." Gu Hai immediately interrupted.
"Okay!" The two of them suddenly changed their faces and agreed.
The surrounding officials felt strange. The two of them changed their faces faster than flipping a book when they heard about food. Were they really the two heroes of the ages? Gallantry? These two foodies?
The banquet continued. The two foodies finally showed their violent side.
Eat, eat, eat!
After about an incense stick's worth of time, the atmosphere of the banquet suddenly changed. Everyone suddenly stopped talking.
Zi Wei had a lamb leg in her left hand and a cow leg in her right hand. After a few bites, the two meat legs were eaten up. Chang Sheng picked up a wine barrel and poured it into his mouth as if he was pouring water.
One meat leg after another, one barrel of wine after another.
The servants who were in charge of delivering food were sweating profusely. The two of them just started eating.
Eat, eat, eat, eat!
That amount of food shocked all the officials. At the same time, it also shocked the two hundred million people in the city.
Someone suddenly said, "These, these two are transformed by the Rice Bucket Demon?"
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