Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 113: Ink Shadow Assassin (Please recommend)
Yuntai is filled with clouds and mist.

Many figures can be seen sitting cross-legged, closing their eyes and carefully sensing the sacred art of "sitting and discussing the Tao" in Shengtian.

After a moment, they opened their eyes with a little disappointment.

The sacred art of "Sitting and Discussing the Dao" has been only a mysterious framework since it came out last night until dawn, without any specific content.

This made it impossible for them to comprehend, let alone practice.

"I wonder when the first chapter of the sacred art will actually appear?" Someone couldn't help but say in pain. The wait was really too painful. "It's so exciting and curious."

Ever since the birth of the Holy Art, many people have been standing guard on the platform, keeping a close eye on the situation of the Holy Art.

"It is not easy to create a sacred art, and it is even more difficult to perfect it. Without three to five years of deduction and careful polishing, I am afraid that this first chapter will be difficult to complete."

Some people understood.

"Sacred arts are sacred arts after all, and the master of sacred arts is not a saint yet. In an era when it is difficult to become a saint in the human world, it is already difficult as hell to make sacred arts appear. We all admire them deeply."

Someone sighed and said, knowing the horror of sacred arts, one naturally knows how difficult it is to create sacred arts.

"Yes, it can even be said to be extremely talented and the best writing in the world!"

Some people were full of praise and expressed that they were inferior to it.

Who among those who can now stand on the platform of the holy temple is not a brilliant talent from various schools and factions?

If the sacred magic had not come out of nowhere, who could make them bow their heads?

"I wonder what you think of the first chapter's eloquence?" After everyone sighed, someone asked curiously, "Can anyone see the clues and get a glimpse of the secrets?"

"The first chapter is not yet complete and cannot be deciphered."

Someone shook his head.

"Sitting and discussing the Dao, what we are discussing is naturally the Saint Dao, but the Saint Dao is so great and profound that it cannot be discussed in a few words." Someone smiled and continued, then paused for a moment, as if he had thought of something. He was suddenly horrified and muttered, "Sitting and discussing the Dao, sitting and discussing the Dao..."

Others were a little surprised when they saw this. What was going on?
Could it be...that he has discovered something?

Everyone was shocked.

"Master Luo, what are you doing?"

At this time, someone hesitated and then asked.

"This is too terrifying to talk about the Dao." The middle-aged man known as Luo Dianshi said with a shocked expression.

"Ok?"

Everyone was surprised.

The horror of holy magic is well known, why do you need to tell me?
“When we sit and discuss the perfection of the Way, I am afraid that will be the day when the master of the sacred arts will become a saint.”

When Luo Dianshi saw the expressions of the people, he knew what they were thinking and said excitedly: "Sitting and discussing the Dao encompasses everything. Ultimately, what we are discussing is the way to become a saint. It is not just a holy art, but also a holy classic..."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and were deeply shocked.

"How can this be?!"

Some people couldn't believe it and said, "Saintly arts are sacred arts, how can one become a saint by this?"

"How do you know it's impossible? Just because it didn't happen before doesn't mean it won't happen in the future." Luo Dianshi immediately retorted, becoming more and more confident in his own speculation and feelings.

"What Luo Dianshi said does make some sense."

"Sitting and discussing the Dao is indeed all-encompassing, and it is even possible to discuss the Dao of becoming a saint. What Luo Dianshi said is not impossible."

"Perhaps we should no longer regard it as a sacred art, but should treat it as a sacred scripture."

Many people thought deeply after being shocked.

"May I ask, Palace Master, is there any truth in what Mr. Luo said?"

Someone asked the hall master directly.

"Five points."

The hall master hesitated for a moment and said. Everyone was not satisfied with this answer.

While everyone was discussing "fluent speaking", there were also many people who were constantly trying to sense the sacred arts, but unfortunately they were still disappointed.

as time goes by.

Although the sky was gradually darkening, the cloud platform was as bright as day, as if there was no night.

After midnight, someone was shocked, suddenly opened his eyes, and said loudly: "The first chapter of the sacred art, the first move has been released."

"Good, you have come up with the first part of the content!"

Someone else said excitedly.

Everyone became excited when they heard this, and they all sat down cross-legged to sense the holy technique. Sure enough, they sensed the first move of the holy technique.

"The wind is shaky and the water is cold, and once the strong man goes, he will never return."

When everyone opened their eyes, someone couldn't help but read it out loud, and then they became a little confused.

"The first move is two lines of poetry?"

"What does this mean?"

"Although these two lines of poetry, by describing the bleak autumn wind and the cold Yi River, convey the sorrow of heaven and earth, and exaggerate the desolate and tragic atmosphere. They also show the hero's awe-inspiring and unswerving determination...but what is the meaning?"

Someone frowned and said.

"Do you know who wrote these two lines of poetry? It's strange, I haven't heard of it."

"I have never heard of these two lines of poetry. I am afraid they were written by the Lord of Saintly Arts." Someone answered, and then said: "However, at first glance, these two lines of poetry are easy to understand and straightforward; but if you savor them carefully, you will find that they are profound and righteous, and they are rare and good lines..."

While everyone was confused, some people were constantly comprehending, including the Palace Master.

How could the sacred art be just two useless lines of poetry?
Gradually, magical pictures appeared in their minds.

It seems that at a certain time, a powerful country launched a war to annex the world, conquering many countries one after another, and the weak country was in danger. The Mo Ying assassin, who had lost his homeland, was serving as a retainer of the prince in the weak country. In order to stop the attack of the powerful country, the prince of the weak country asked the Mo Ying assassin to assassinate the monarch of the powerful country. In order to avenge the country and to thank the prince for his kindness, the Mo Ying assassin agreed generously and prepared to approach the monarch of the powerful country and assassinate him on the pretext of the head of the rebel general of the powerful country and the map of the weak country.

When they set out, the prince of the weak country and other guests escorted the black shadow assassin to the bank of the Yishui River...

So this tragic poem came into being.

When they saw this scene, they immediately felt the tragic grandeur of the poem, the hero's fearlessness of death and his self-sacrifice for justice.

At this moment, the old figure suddenly opened his eyes and shouted loudly: "

With a powerful enemy at hand and the fate of our nation uncertain, how tragic!

When the weak fight against the strong, the outcome is unpredictable, how worrying!

Surviving despite the difficulties and dying bravely, how heroic! "

He stood up suddenly and sang in a tragic and heroic voice: "The wind is whistling and the Yi River is cold. Once the hero leaves, he will never return!"

Suddenly, the cloud platform was filled with literary energy, and it suddenly became as bleak as an autumn wind. A dark-shadowed assassin appeared, wearing a straw hat and a raincoat, emitting a chill.

The world seemed to be filled with a desolate, tragic and solemn atmosphere.

As everyone was stunned and astonished, they saw the Ink Shadow Assassin rushing forward without hesitation, delivering a terrifying blow, and finally perishing together with the enemy...

But his name and face remain unknown to the world.

This?
At this moment, everyone was shocked by the Moying Assassin and were deeply shocked.

It turns out that this is the true meaning of the two lines of poetry in the first chapter of the sacred art.

"Feeling the autumn wind, moving the Yi River, shocking the heaven and earth, weeping the gods and ghosts, generous and passionate, moving and touching!" The old figure couldn't help but laugh up to the sky, but the laughter was deeply sad, "Once gone, never to return, the grandeur is here, and the sadness is also here!"

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PS: Thanks to “十殿震羅丶” for the reward!

Some book friends asked, when will the underworld be built? Will the underworld be built? Now let me reveal that building the underworld is one of the two main plots of this book, or the final main plot...

But now the situation is tense and the investigation is strict, and I am afraid
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(End of this chapter)