After a long time, he sighed, no! There are certainly those heroic legends between heaven and earth, but it is not a simple thing to summon them, and you can do it yourself, but those ordinary Confucian scholars can't do it, and it is useless if you can't promote them.

Chang'an, Du He sat in the study, after reading this chapter, got up and spread out a blank piece of paper on the desk, condensed his spirit, picked up a brush and rolled up his sleeves to write, and sang while writing: "The wind is sluggish, the water is cold, and the strong man is gone, and he will not return." Explore the tiger's den, enter the Jiao Palace, look up to the sky and exhale, and become a white rainbow. "The tone of writing flows literally, full of peculiar verve.

After Du He finished writing, he quietly looked around him, and sure enough, there was nothing.

Du He shook his head and smiled: "I really thought I could summon historical heroes when I read a book, and I really regarded myself as the protagonist!"

"Jing Ke!" his eyes were gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At the South Heavenly Gate of the Heavenly Court, the Heavenly King said with a smile: "You say, if you can really write poems and articles to summon the sages and heroes, is it possible to summon us?"

The Growth Heavenly King smiled and said, "What kind of historical heroes are we?"

Growth Heavenly King's eyes lit up, and he looked at Guan Yu, who was standing not far away, and said, "General Guan has a great chance of being summoned, but I don't know if it's a projection clone or a real body." ”

Guan Yu squinted his eyes with his beautiful hair and said, "Guan Mou is not worthy of being called a hero. ”

The Heavenly King laughed and said: "In the entire Three Kingdoms era, there are only a few people who can be crowned gods, the god of medicine Hua Tuo, Zhang Zhongjing, and you, who else can you call a hero?"

A lot of people in front of the mobile phone are moved in their hearts when they see this chapter, the unique "talk on paper", the unexpected combat methods, the wonderful use of poetry, and the appearance of ancient heroes are undoubtedly eye-catching.

After reading it, readers also clicked on the next chapter, Fang Yun was already in danger, and he didn't know how he would get out of danger.

There are also some people who are worried, this book is still very good, a new cultivation system, a new world, I am afraid that Zhang Mingxuan will scribble, like the rest of the book city, there will be an outbreak of adversity, so that Fang Yun can rely on the poems of his previous life to summon heroes to fight back, if this kind of routine is carried out, it will be very regrettable, and the quality of this book will suddenly drop a lot.

Chapter 12

Seeing that the Black Mist Assassin was about to attack, a loud shout rang out.

"Stop! Jixian Catcher is here, and the rats dare to be presumptuous!" Lu Catcher shouted from afar, throwing out his Wenbao waist card.

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"Daring fanatic!"

Cai Xian Ling shouted, and saw a white light fly out of his mouth, condensing into a white light ancient sword in front of him.

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Lu arrested the head, put the three people in prison, and interrogated them at a later date. As for Liu Zicheng, before the case is concluded, he must not leave the boundary of Dayuan Mansion, otherwise he will be regarded as absconding in fear of crime. ”

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Fang Yun pondered for a moment, and then wrote a poem aloud: "The Cai family washes the trees by the inkstone pond, and the flowers bloom with faint ink marks; ”

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Yan Hui said to himself: "Good guy, he used the sword here, first on paper, and then on paper, I don't know what kind of means will be in the future, these means of attack are indeed very compatible with Confucianism, it is really a unique way." ”

On the hanging island of Tianmen Mountain, Li Qingya chuckled: "Another good poem." ”

The world's top students.

Deng Qiu, West Night Country: Tut is another good poem, three good poems have appeared in just a few chapters, and I don't know how many poems will be written in the original book?

Tang Qiu Gong: It is also a new poem, unheard of. You say it will be poems from other continents, so we don't know, such as the South Zhanbu Continent and the North Julu Continent.

Confucius Institute: Impossible, even if it is on other continents, our Confucius Institute has branches, and their poems and articles will be collected by the Confucius Institute in time. This must be a new poem written by the author, and the author's talent is definitely at the level of Confucianism, and even his attainments in poetry are even more than Confucianism.

Tang Zhangqiu: Do you think that the first sentence of this poem is a bit too deliberate and not very good.

Tang Yinfeng: That's right, I think so too. It's right to change it to my house.

Yelang country is arrogant: The Feng family washes the inkstone pond tree, and the flowers bloom with light ink marks?

Tang Yinfeng: Angry at my house, wash the tree by the inkstone pond, you quit the group!

Yelang Country is arrogant: I will not retreat.

Deng Qiu, West Night Country: My family washes the trees by the inkstone pond, and the flowers bloom with light ink marks; That's how it should be.

Then everyone read chapter 13 again, and they only recognized their clothes but not people.

Chapter 14 Pigs and Dogs Are Not as Good as Dogs!

In the Netherworld Peace Palace, inside the dormitory, Ping Xin looked at his mobile phone with a smile and said: "I thought you could be a little more interesting and let you go, so that you can do more, but you are still missing six watches." ”

Yan Hui was gone, frowned and said, "Why are there so few today?"

The Jade Emperor of the Heavenly Court, sitting in the chair of the Zining Palace, said with a smile: "Sure enough, if you don't urge him, he will be lazy." ”

Thinking about it seriously, now that his cultivation has also come up, it is estimated that he will not frown his brows when he throws knives and stones like before, except for disgusting him, it is useless at all, is there any good way to urge the change?

Thirty-three days away from Nuwa Palace, Nuwa threw away her mobile phone and said unhappily: "He is getting lazier and lazier, he wrote twenty chapters in one night when he first wrote Zhu Xian, and now his cultivation is up, his life is better, but people are getting more and more lazy." ”

Qingluan smiled beside him and came up with an idea and said: "Niangniang, women's clothes! ”

Nuwa was a little moved, then shook her head and said, "Give him another chance, if it happens like this again tomorrow, you and Caiyun will make a set of fairy dresses!"

Qingluan said excitedly: "I'll do it." He turned around and ran out.

Zhang Mingxuan was still asleep, and he smashed his mouth twice from time to time, not noticing that someone had a bad heart towards him.

Early in the morning, Zhang Mingxuan got up from the bed and walked out of the yard, and there was no one outside.

Zhang Mingxuan smiled and ran towards the bed outside, no one happened to be able to lie comfortably again, the most comfortable exercise in the world is to lie still.

In the early morning, the Confucius Institute resounded with the sound of reading, and Confucian students of all sizes sat in the classrooms, shaking their heads and reciting aloud.

The mountain behind the academy is a world of Confucianism, some people are fishing by the lake, some people are playing games and chatting, some people are chanting poems, some people are watching the wind and moon, and the birds and birds are crying crisply in the mountains and forests, peaceful and peaceful.

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