Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 943: Final Coming Battle (Part )
The burial palace at the foot of the mountain.

It has always been a very mysterious existence, even Feng Qingyan has not figured it out. He woke up from here, and also fell asleep from here...

Although he returned to the Burial Palace many times, he never dared to go deeper, for fear that he would mutate.

And when An Xiu walked in and headed towards the depths of the unknown.

He finally understood.

It turns out that this is the road leading to his heart...

If you keep walking, you will reach the heart of his real body, which is the deepest and strange place.

At this moment, An Xiu walked on quietly.

Alone.

Although I know clearly that once I leave, I will never come back and will disappear from this world.

No one in the world would remember him anymore, and his traces would be completely wiped out, but he did not hesitate at all...

Although there are tens of millions of people, I am going.

He walked silently in the darkness, with thousands of lights bursting from his body.

The light was dazzling, flashing with endless words, like a blazing sun, going into the deepest part of the darkness.

The darkness seemed to have no end.

He walked alone.

Only words are his companions, and the literary spirit is like the wind, blowing on his face and illuminating the endless darkness.

in the dark.

The strange black fog rolled in, extremely thick, and was corroding him madly.

However, he burst out with endless white light, and countless words danced in the light, as if turning into an extremely solid shield.

Blocked the terrible and strange black fog.

Walked for a long time.

Perhaps An Xiu felt a little quiet and lonely, so he began to recite the Book of Songs, his voice full of ancient charm.

Echoing in the darkness.

"Guan Guan Jiu Jiu, in the river island. A graceful lady, a gentleman likes to fight."

"The water flows around the uneven water chestnuts. The beautiful lady is sought after day and night."

……

……

Outside the burial palace.

Since An Xiu entered the Burial Palace, he had blocked the strange black fog that was gushing out crazily. Moreover, it seemed that he had not only blocked it, but also cut off the source of the strange black fog.

A strange black fog without a source.

They were quickly suppressed or expelled by the great sages in their respective empires.

The dream world of reincarnation gradually recovered, but countless people were still frightened, and some creatures were even corrupted and could no longer be reversed.

It really became a weird thing.

"How is this going?"

In Rucheng, a great sage flew up and looked towards the north.

The extremely terrifying and strange black fog came from the north and almost submerged the sky and the earth in an instant.

It's so terrible that it's unimaginable.

at first.

They also thought that a more terrifying taboo had emerged.

"do not know."

Someone else answered.

At this moment, the leader Wangchen, the great benevolent leader, and the great righteous leader all looked towards the north vigilantly with their brows tightly furrowed.

"It seems that An Sheng suppressed the strange black fog."

The Great Benevolent Lord hesitated and said.

"It should be correct. It must be An Sheng. Only An Sheng can suppress such a terrible and strange black fog in an instant."

The great righteousness is the main way.

"It is indeed An Sheng..."

The leader looked at Chen and pondered for a moment.

"Master, what on earth happened? Isn't there a saint guarding the Netherworld?" The Lord of Righteousness asked, a little confused, "Did something strange happen in the Netherworld?"

"Isn't there something strange happening in the Netherworld..."

The leader frowned and hesitated for a moment before saying, but with some uncertainty, "It's possible that something strange has happened in the Burial Mountain."

"Burial Mountain?"

The Great Benevolent Lord and the Great Righteous Lord were both a little stunned.

"Burial Mountain? How could something strange happen to the Burial Mountain?" The Righteous Lord frowned, and then he thought of something and asked, "Could it be that the Burial Mountain was once the burial place of the Ghost Emperor? Is this strange change related to the Ghost Emperor?"

"possible."

The Great Benevolent Lord said worriedly.

But after thinking about it, something seemed to be wrong. Didn’t An Sheng attain the status of a supreme saint?

Why should we be afraid of the Ghost Emperor anymore?
"I'll go to the Burial Mountain to take a look..."

The leader Wang Chen pondered for a moment and then disappeared in a flash.

The Great Benevolent Lord and the Great Righteous Lord looked at each other.

Then chase after him.

……

……

"The peach is young, and its beauty is shining. When my son returns, it is suitable for his family."

"The peach tree is young and full of fruit. The daughter is getting married and will be a good match for her family."

The sound of An Xiu's recitation was heard from deep within the burial palace. The sound gradually drifted out of the burial palace and landed at the Burial Mountain Academy.

Echoing over Bocheng.

Zangshan Academy and Bocheng are closest to Zangshan.

It was the first to be hit, and also the most horrific one, and was corroded almost in the blink of an eye.

In just a few breaths, almost all of them turned into strange things.

Except for the great sage Donglou Hui.

It can be said that no one can protect themselves from the extremely terrifying and strange black fog.

"what--"

At this moment, Dong Louhui's eyes seemed to be bloodshot, and an extremely powerful literary aura burst out of his body, frantically expelling and digesting the strange black fog around him.

but.

At the foot of the burial mountain.

The strange black fog is too thick.

And he was the only one left. The teachers, instructors and students in the academy had all changed.

There are also the people of Bocheng.

How did you get back here?

How did it become like this?

Dong Louhui was roaring, frantically trying to drive away the strange black fog.

However, he could not drive them away alone, let alone save the teachers and students of the academy.

"Zhishou, Qingyan, where are you?"

Dong Louhui roared.

"I'm here~"

A voice came and echoed in An Xiu's poetry recitation.

"Cang Cangcang, Bailu is frost. The so-called Yiren are on the water side."

"If you follow it upstream, the way is long and obstructed. If you follow it downstream, you will seem to be in the center of the water."

When the poem was recited, a dazzling white light burst out. There were countless words in the white light, which eliminated the strange black fog around like a knife or a sword.

Moreover, countless words fell on the corrupted students.

As more and more words fall in.

The students who had already transformed began to slowly recover and turned back into humans...

"Ha ha--"

Dong Lou Hui cried with joy when he saw this.

The sound of reciting poetry continued.

It has been echoing, not only echoing under the Burial Mountain, but also echoing in the whole world, echoing in the mountain and sea world, echoing in the Wushan world, and echoing in the Kutuo Heaven...

Echoing in the eight worlds of reincarnation.

As An Xiu recited the poem, almost all of the eight worlds recovered, even the changes that were originally irreversible.

Everything has been reversed.

"W-What happened?"

Many of the creatures that recovered said in horror, as if they had just had a terrible nightmare.

but.

As the darkness An Xiu was heading towards became more and more real, the sound of his poetry recitation became more and more ethereal.

Although it is still full of ancient charm, it gradually gives people a sense of unreality, making all the creatures in the eight worlds a little confused.

An Xiu attained the status of a saint of the highest grade.

It can be said that the entire world of reincarnation knows about it, and almost all living beings have sensed it.

but now.

They gradually felt that An Xiu was getting further and further away from them.

Logically speaking, An Xiu had just attained the status of a supreme saint, and was very close to them, being from the same era.

But after the sound of poetry recitation echoed, I felt that An Xiu had gone far away, as if he had gone into ancient times, or into the unknown.

It seems that we are no longer from the same era as them.

Buried at the foot of the mountain.

Dong Louhui was stunned for a moment and couldn't help looking towards the Burial Mountain.

He felt a little heartbroken. He didn't know why An Xiu had gone away from him.

"Know your defense~"

He called softly.

"Master~"

The instructor and teacher who had just woken up also called out softly. "Master~"

The students of the academy also called out.

"Master An~"

The people of Bocheng were stunned for a moment and then also called out.

They always felt that the dean, Dean An, was gradually moving away from them and would never come back.

Even completely disappear from the world.

no longer exists.

All the Confucian scholars in Confucian City and 81st Academy looked in the direction of the burial mountain, and couldn't help but exclaimed "An Sheng~".

The leader, the great benevolent leader and the great righteous leader who were flying towards the Burial Mountain.

At this moment they suddenly stopped and looked towards the burial mountain in a daze.

How is this going?

Why, I felt that Zhishou was gradually disappearing.

The leader felt a sudden pain in his heart when he saw Chen.

And at this time.

The sound of poetry reciting, echoing between heaven and earth, became increasingly ethereal.

Become vague.

unreal.

It's like a dream.

It seems that everything I have experienced so vividly was just a dream...

In Xiaowan Kingdom in the Western Regions, Yan Shan, Helian Shan, Mu Yu and other disciples of Zangshan Academy were all stunned at this moment.

They stared blankly in the direction of Zangshan Academy.

"Teacher~"

Yan Shan exclaimed softly.

"Teacher~"

Helian Shan was calling out softly.

"Teacher~"

Mu Yu and many academy disciples were cheering.

They felt that the teacher was becoming less and less clear and unreal, and they could not even remember the teacher's face.

How is this going?

They panicked.

Each of them looked horrified and asked their companions, "Do you still remember the dean?"

"I should remember, but I can't..."

"I can't remember either."

"I have completely forgotten what the dean looks like. I don't even remember his voice. The dean, the dean seems to only appear in my dreams..."

"But how is this possible?"

"I forgot about the dean, I, I..."

In every Fengming academy in the thirty-six countries of the Western Regions, there were disciples of Zangshan Academy crying and panicking.

Still looking.

But after searching for a long time, the owner of the academy still disappeared.

They couldn't catch the master...

Not only they were unable to catch it, but the students of Zangshan Academy were also unable to catch it.

They finally forgot about the owner.

Dong Lou Hui stood there blankly, it seemed that he was the only one who vaguely remembered it, even the teacher of the academy didn't remember it at all.

"Master..."

An instructor called out to Dong Louhui.

Dong Lou Hui suddenly woke up, looked at the teacher in horror, and said, "I am not the dean, Zhi Shou is the dean."

"Know your life?"

The instructor was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "Master, who is Zhishou?"

"you you……"

Dong Louhui's eyes widened, and he said in horror: "How could you forget? Zhishou, he is the head of the academy, and he is also a top-level saint in my Confucianism. How could you forget him?"

"Uh……"

The teacher was stunned for a moment, looked at Dong Louhui with some doubt, and said: "Master, you have always been the master of my Zangshan Academy. Also, apart from the Great Sage Teacher, when has my Confucianism produced a top-notch saint?"

"..."

Dong Louhui opened his mouth wide, unable to speak.

"Master, has something happened?" The teacher looked at Dong Louhui and said with some concern, "I see that your face looks a little strange...

"Impossible, impossible, how could you forget Zhi Shou?"

Donglouhui was extremely terrified.

At this moment, he flew over and frantically asked the students or teachers of the academy, but they didn't know who Zhishou was, and they said that the head of Zangshan Academy had always been him...

"Weide, you are the chief teacher of the academy, you can't forget Zhishou, right?"

Dong Lou Hui asked Baili Kun nervously.

Baili Kun looked at Donglou Hui with some suspicion, and finally couldn't help but asked: "Master, what are you talking about?"

"Why is it happening like that?"

Dong Lou Hui was in tears, and he was so anxious that he was at a loss. He came to the gate of the academy and said, "Chen Zhou, do you still remember Zhi Shou?"

"Who is Zhishou?"

Bai Houyuan asked.

Dong Louhui stood there in a daze.

A moment later, he arrived in Bocheng and frantically asked the common people and scholars, but none of them knew who An Xiu was.

"Then do you still remember Xu Sheng?"

"Who doesn't know the name of Xu Sheng?" The common people who were asked were full of confusion and couldn't help asking, "Master of the East Building, what are you doing?"

"..."

Donglouhui left.

Zangshan Academy forgot about An Xiu.

The 81st Academy forgot about An Xiu, and Rucheng forgot about An Xiu.

The various sects of literature and Taoism have also forgotten about peace and cultivation.

"I'm almost forgetting..."

The leader Wangchen was suspended in the sky, looking towards the direction of the burial mountain and said, "Do you still remember Zhishou?"

"Knowing that I am only in my dreams..."

"I was about to forget."

The Great Benevolent Lord and the Great Righteous Lord said.

After a while, they forgot about it, and only the leader still vaguely remembered it.

And at this time.

Donglou Huiyi was about to forget, but how could his own disciple forget? In order not to forget, he engraved An Xiu's name on his soul...

……

……

The sound of reciting poetry became vague and eventually disappeared completely.

An Xiu also came to the deepest part of the burial palace, which is the heart of Feng Qingyan's real body, and the deepest part of the strange place.

Or at the source.

He radiates endless literary light.

Endless words emerged from the dazzling literary light and sank into the heart of darkness one by one.

"The elephant has a form, which is the heart..."

At this moment, An Xiu bowed slightly to his heart, and his whole body suddenly turned into the strongest, strongest, most righteous and greatest Wen Guang.

The heart, which was originally extremely dark, seemed to be suddenly lit up.

……

……

Deep in the underworld.

That sinks into the black prison.

Feng Qingyan stood suspended in the black water, looking at You quietly.

And You was also looking at him quietly, and then he saw that the heart area on Feng Qingyan's chest was originally extremely dark.

But suddenly, it lit up.

It seemed as if endless white light burst out from the heart.

The dark heart was lit up.

zizi——

The white light is burning the black fog.

It saw the darkness in its heart receding rapidly, gradually becoming bright red...

Boom!
Boom!
It seemed to have heard the sound of the heart.

So it widened its eyes, extremely shocked and said: "How can the ultimate weirdness be purified?"

"This is the power of literature..." Feng Qingyan said softly, "Now, do you understand? The moment I died in the world of the living, everything was destined. You, don't you understand yet?"

You: "I..."

Rumbling--

At this time, the Samsara Millstone was unstoppable, occupying the Underworld like a whirlwind, destroying countless chains of the laws of the Underworld.

The countless chains of the laws of reincarnation quickly merged with the world of Hades.

The Dark Heaven Avenue finally...

collapsed.

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(End of this chapter)