In the misty rain, Ji Ziyan and Li Qingming stood on the mountain, looking at the town from afar, watching those clans' futures being cut off by Jiang Mu's words, Li Qingming asked: "Mr. Ji, do you think, Jiang Sheng, is it really a saint selfless?"

"What a joke?" Ji Ziyan sneered, turned around and left, and said, "The saint is selfless, and I don't know who it was said. The saint is also a human being. As long as it is a human being, it is impossible for him to have no selfishness?"

"You think, if you don't have selfishness, why should he care about the internal struggle of the human race? This time the order to forefather was the Wei court oppressing the clans and actively breaking the original balance. If you don't have selfishness, it is the court who should be beaten!"

Li Qingming smiled and said, "Sage..."

Ji Ziyan also smiled and muttered: "Sage, saint, are still human beings after all!"

…………

There is rain in Liangcheng,

But it's so hot, crowded,

I don’t know how many people gathered in Liangcheng, and tens of thousands of Zhulu Army and the local garrison troops were busy. There were too many people, and various conflicts occurred one after another.

In the middle of Liangcheng, above a high platform, the wilderness filled the sky, accompanied by drizzle, falling across Liangcheng.

It was endless righteousness, washing away all the dirty things in the world. These righteousness seemed to make the world clear a little.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

The bell rings,

Jiang Zibai, the saint of the world, began to preach,

Over the entire Liangcheng, countless righteous spirits gathered. More than a dozen great scholars sat on the nearest cushion below, and were the great scholars of all countries in the world and famous literati and scholars.

Liangcheng on this day was the most riotous day in Liangcheng ever.

Gathered seventy percent of the world's literary people,

There were more than a dozen great scholars. There were originally eleven great scholars, but later several of them came one after another, almost "catching all the great scholars in the world" in one go. Only a very small number of them failed to come due to some special reasons.

On the high platform,

Every time Jiang Mu says a word, he will condense the Buddha's words and condense it in the sky.

On the ground, golden lotus flowers surged out, and in each golden lotus, there was endless righteousness surging. The sky was trembling and the sky was shaken.

"So, my nature must be useful."

"The sword is sharpened by sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold"

"There will be a time when the wind and waves are broken. Who in the world knows you?"

"The road is long and arduous, and I will search up and down."

"The yellow sand has worn golden armor for hundreds of battles, and will never return until Loulan is destroyed."

"The great roc rises with the wind in one day, soaring up to 90,000 miles."

“…”

As Jiang Mu talked word by word,

The world's world's vitality is rioting, and the righteous energy is surging, like waves, and at the end, the literary energy pours down like heavy rain.

Whether it is a literary or a martial arts person, or even ordinary people, they are bathed in the waves of literary atmosphere.

The more the sacred aura becomes, in a trance, it makes people feel that when the world first opens, there are literary spirits everywhere, every grass and tree, and even ordinary rocks are baptized by literary spirits.

Some plants and trees are filled with auspicious clouds, and some hills are surrounded by colorful lights.

There are a large number of fireworks that are the most intense. If you look closely, it is not fire, but light. Because of the richness and excessiveness, it is like a flame boiling if you look carefully.

…………

"The way of literature should be prosperous!"

Ji Ziyan, who was late, appeared in an attic, overlooking the magical scene in Liangcheng, and sighed: "This world has been a prosperous martial arts era for a thousand years. I didn't expect that at the end, it was me who asked the great prosperity and ended up!"

Li Qingming reached out to cut off a wisp of literary energy and said, "Yes, Wen Dao is going to rise, Mr. Ji, after this time, Jiang Sheng should be the real Wen Sheng, it is no longer just a name for a virtual saint!"

"It's almost done," Ji Yi smiled and said, "Wen Dao has been suppressed for thousands of years. People in Wen Dao are holding their breath, so it saves a lot of trouble for my junior brother, because people in Wen Dao urgently need a real Wen Saint to lead Wen Dao."

"So, almost all the great scholars came. Even if they didn't come, they sent their personal disciples to listen to the sermons. Do you know what this means?"

Li Qingming said in confusion: "What does it mean?"

Ji Yi smiled and said, "It means that even if my junior brother does not travel around the country, he will become a teacher in the world. From now on, all the literati in the world will have to perform discipleship when they see my junior brother, no matter what their identity is!"

"The main reason why my junior brother wants to travel around the world is to preach the world and let everyone accept his holy laws in this world. However, the people in the questioning world have a good operation. Without my junior brother taking the initiative to preach, they came to worship the mountain gate and volunteered to become teachers."

"So, isn't the master of the world the sage of literature?"

…………

Liangcheng preaching,

From the ninth day of the ninth month to the eighteenth month of September, we talked about nine days and nine nights in a row.

The tenth morning,

The moment when the first ray of sunshine shines into Liangcheng,

Jiang Mu slowly stood up,

Bathed in the golden sunshine, with a light wave, the astronomy tides surged, like a big river, and like heavy rain falling from the sky, falling on earth.

Jiang Mu spoke slowly:

"This world's holy law is united by knowledge and action!"

At that moment, the entire Liangcheng seemed to have become a strange space, with a shiny light, like the scene when the East was about to see the white belly of fish in the east, and there were bursts of mist.

Suddenly, the sky cracked open, and a ray of sunlight shone in, dispelling the gray mist, and the entire space suddenly became much brighter.

It was like a jade bottle shattering. The space trembled violently, and then it was unstable. Finally, with a buzzing sound, the gray mist completely disappeared, the chaos disappeared, and the sky light fell.

It just fell on Jiang Mu.

Full of holy light.

The densely packed people sitting cross-legged on the ground listening to the sermon finally woke up at this moment. Tens of millions of students led by the dozen great scholars stood up one after another.

"Meet the monk Wen Sheng Jiang Zi!"

The great scholar, Mr. Qi, took the lead in bowing and bowing.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen great scholars bowed and bowed: "Greetings to the sage of Wen Jiang Zi!"

"Meet the monk Wen Sheng Jiang Zi!"

The next moment, the sound of thundering mountains and thunders surged out like big waves.

Abruptly.

A series of literary spirits filled the air. The purple air was majestic around Li Zheng.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Wenqu star vibrates five times.

The terrifying purple literary energy fell from the sky and fell on Jiang Mu.

Jiang Mu smiled slightly and turned around and left.

"Give me a gift to Jiang Zi!"

Thousands of students salute.

Jiang Mu's figure slowly disappeared into the hazy literary atmosphere.

After one step to the end of the world, he had already arrived at a small courtyard in Liangcheng. As soon as he appeared in the yard, a message suddenly came to his mind:

"Complete plot: The Master of the World!"
Chapter completed!