The emperor's family raised me in poverty? But I have an innate ability.

Chapter 266 Su Changqing’s madness!
The momentum gathered by the court was collapsing and disintegrating at an extremely fast speed.

In contrast, the fortune gathered above the Confucian Immortal lineage is visibly heavy and majestic!
The shouts of killing shook the sky, and the solemn and murderous music of the piano echoed from heaven and earth.

Those jumping notes, with the blessing of boundless and righteous energy, turned into a terrifying killing technique that filled the sky.

At this moment, the Confucian Immortals, under the cover of the music of the piano, were unstoppable and their momentum was overwhelming!

This scene made many great scholars in the Mu family hall unable to sit still any longer.

"Qin Sha! Qin Sha at the entry-level! How is this possible?"

"Xian Zhuan entered the Dao, and now Qin Sha has also entered the Dao, and this boy is only twenty years old!"

"Where did this Confucian Immortal get this evil disciple from? Why was he unknown in the past?"

"Yes, such a terrifying Confucian realm should have been famous throughout the world long ago."

Many great scholars present were panicked.

They looked up at the sky, and saw the young man who was sitting cross-legged with his head lowered, and an endless murderous aura surrounding him.

The young man's back made them feel boundless fear.

picture!
so similar!
The Confucian immortal who massacred Zhongzhou in the past and the young man who now dominates the Confucian and Taoist arenas have exactly the same temperament.

Although he has some scholarly spirit, he is more of a murderer!
"Is what happened back then going to happen again?"

A great scholar looked at Su Changqing's back and muttered to himself absentmindedly.

When these words were spoken, everyone present was shocked.

"Humph!"

Mu Ren suddenly snorted coldly, and swept his cold eyes over the great scholars present.
“Now that we have started, there is no turning back.”

"How about another Confucian Immortal?"

"He is just a genius who has not yet grown up. Why should we be afraid of him?"

"Don't even mention that we can't lose today. Even if we lose, the momentum of this literary event is unshakable!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Su Changqing above him and said in a cold voice:
"This boy is very strong. He has mastered two of the four arts of the immortal family. His combat power has increased terribly."

"But our Mu family is not without means to fight back!"

Everyone present was stunned when they heard this and looked at Mu Ren.

"Ah."

Mu Ren smiled proudly, "Have you forgotten that Emperor Wen and my Mu family's ancestor had a very close relationship?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of the great scholars suddenly brightened.

……

Zhongzhou, Holy College.

"Young Junior Brother's talent is truly admirable."

Shuhan looked up at the sky with admiration in his eyes.

He knew that as long as Chang Qing was willing to come, the Holy Academy would not lose the matter of the Fenyuntai!
"Chang Qing's Confucianism and Taoism are probably far stronger than us."

Hearing this, Bo Gu also praised: "Although I am the first one to practice the four arts of immortals."

"But in terms of understanding the Four Arts, Changqing is probably better than me."

Yinfeng, who was also the second disciple of Ruxian, nodded with emotion when he heard this.
"I have not yet learned the Immortal Seal, so I cannot say much, but Qin Sha has been practicing Taoism for many years."

"Junior Brother Changqing is much better than me in the art of music."

Bogu looked at Yinfeng with interest and asked, "Is there such a big gap?"

"What do you think, brother?"

Yin Feng looked up at the sky, seeing the murderous intent in the air transformed by the musical notes, and said with a wry smile:
"I am a scholar, and then I am the inheritor of Qinsha."

"But the scholar's killing intent is still too weak, and he cannot fully display the true power of Qin Sha."

"But my junior brother is different."

He seemed a little puzzled and said: "The killing intent in the music played by Junior Brother is so pure."

"It seems like he doesn't look like a Confucian cultivator, but more like a warrior and sword cultivator who is decisive in killing."

Shuhan and Bogu on the side looked at each other and then couldn't help laughing out loud.

Yinfeng has been in seclusion for many years, trying to comprehend the true meaning of the four arts of immortality, and he only came out recently.

Because of the Zhongzhou Incident, he had never paid attention to the situation in the outside world, so he had such feelings.

"What are you laughing at?" Yin Feng looked puzzled.

"I'm laughing at you for not knowing your own junior brother's background."

Shu Han smiled and said: "Chang Qing is not only a Confucian practitioner, but also a martial artist and swordsman!"

"Let's not talk about far away places, but you know Jianshen Mountain, right?"

Yin Feng was stunned, then nodded and said, "This is the holy land in the hearts of all sword cultivators in the world. Who doesn't know this?"

"Haha, Changqing is now the master of Sword God Mountain."

Bo Gu smiled with emotion and said, "The contemporary sword god, the current leader of the sword art, is Chang Qing."

Upon hearing this, Yinfeng's eyes gradually widened, and shock and disbelief appeared on his face.

A disciple of Confucianism and a contemporary sword god.

These two identities that have almost nothing to do with each other are now combined in one person?
And the most incredible thing is
"Chang Qing is only twenty years old, yet he has already reached the position of Sword God?"

Yin Feng muttered to himself in shock.

The contemporary sword god!
That is a status that is on par with Confucian immortals!

"Yes, although Chang Qing is very strong in Confucianism and Taoism, what is really terrifying about him is not only Confucianism and Taoism."

Shuhan looked up at the sky and said with a relaxed smile: "Changqing is here to take care of the transportation station, so we don't need to worry about it."

"No one can reach the top of this Confucianism except Chang Qing."

"What we need to do is to prepare for the next literary event. That will be the real showdown between Confucianism and Taoism."

Bo Gu, who was standing by, nodded when he heard this, his expression slightly solemn.

But Yinfeng said with some concern:

"The Mu family has a deep foundation. It may not be that easy for Junior Brother to win."

"I have heard some rumors. It is said that Emperor Wen had a close relationship with the ancestor of the Mu family, and he even left behind an outstanding poem."

"If Mu Yun has this thing, then Junior Brother is afraid..."

The words were not yet fully spoken, but the meaning was clear.

The four arts of immortality are very powerful, but there is still a big gap compared to the poems left by Emperor Wen himself.

Once Mu Yun uses the poems left by Emperor Wen, Chang Qing will not be able to resist.

"Is there anything else going on?"

Bogu's face changed slightly when he heard this, and his worry, which had originally been relieved, became tense again.

But at this time, Shuhan, who was standing aside, still looked relaxed and laughed out loud.

The two people beside him looked puzzled and turned to look.

Shuhan smiled, looked up at the sky and said:

"Comparing poetry with Changqing?"

"Don't say it's just Emperor Wen's casual words. Even if Emperor Wen came in person, we would still bow our heads!"

boom!
When these words were spoken, Bogu and Yinfeng were struck by lightning and looked horrified.

They looked up stiffly at the sky, murmured in shock,
"How far has your Confucianism progressed, Junior Brother?"

……

The Confucianists and Taoists fought fiercely, and the imperial court was defeated step by step.

Students all over the world were watching this scene nervously.

The students who were close to the Confucian and Immortal school looked excited.

The Confucian cultivator who originally wanted to join the court began to look hesitant.

The victory or defeat of Fenyuntai has a very important impact on Confucianism and Taoism in the world.

All the Confucian practitioners across the continent are waiting for the final outcome.

however.

Just when the court was in disarray, an angry shout exploded from the sky.

"stop!"

Mu Yun arrived with his men, and his face was gloomy when he saw the court in disarray.

He waved his sleeves, and a bold brush fell into his palm.

As the pen fell from the void, a long winding river fell from the void, separating the two warring parties.

Enter the realm of painting!

As a genius of Confucianism and Taoism, Mu Yun naturally has some impressive skills.

Although he cannot achieve the terrifying power of Su Changqing, his fighting ability is also amazing.

Seeing this, the Confucian Immortals did not act rashly, but cautiously stopped temporarily and gathered together.

The scattered court seemed to have found its backbone and hurriedly ran behind Mu Yun.

At this time, their numbers were still large, but they had no momentum at all.

"come yet."

Seeing the person coming, Su Changqing looked normal.

He stood up, the guqin on his knees scattered with the phoenix, and slowly walked to the front of everyone. "This person is Mu Yun from the Mu family. He has two arts and is very powerful."

Lingsi came to Su Changqing and told him the details through voice transmission.

Su Changqing nodded and looked up at the other person.

"I didn't expect that when the Confucian Immortal lineage was destroyed, a genius like you would appear."

A hint of fear appeared in Mu Yun's eyes, but he spoke calmly:

"Join my court and I will forgive your mistakes here."

If possible, no one would want to provoke an enemy like Su Changqing.

"The Confucian Immortal lineage will not perish. It is like this today and will remain so in the future."

Su Changqing looked at Mu Yun and said calmly, "As for the words of forgiving me, that is totally unnecessary."

"Because of me, I never thought of forgiving you!"

Su Changqing's words were very firm and sharp.

At this moment, he represents more than just himself.

His fellow disciples behind him and Confucian practitioners from all over the world were all looking at him.

What he wants to do is to let everyone see that the Confucian Immortal Academy and the Holy Academy are still the leaders of Confucianism and Taoism today!

really.

Hearing such powerful words, all the Confucian Immortal disciples present were excited and their aura rose.

The students and Confucian scholars all over the world had bright eyes and seemed to have made a decision in their hearts.

"Hahaha, good!"

Mu Yun laughed angrily when he heard this, "You are only entering the Dao with two arts, don't you think you are unstoppable?"

"Today, I will show you the strength of my imperial lineage!"

"Emperor Scroll, out!"

The moment he finished speaking, Mu Yun brushed his fingers across his brow, and an ancient scroll engraved with a few lines of Taoist patterns slowly emerged.

boom!
The moment the book appeared, the majestic energy on the platform suddenly boiled over.

The sky was covered with rosy clouds, and a tremendous force was gathering.

A powerful pressure that was as mighty as the might of heaven made all the disciples of the Confucian Immortal lineage change color.

"Emperor Scroll!"

"Emperor Wen's own handwritten poem!"

The many Confucian and Immortal disciples present cried out in horror and retreated again and again.

Faced with such terrifying power, they didn't even have the thought to resist.

"I'll ask you again, will you bow your head?"

Mu Yun held the Emperor's scroll in his hand, with a surging momentum behind him and a vast aura surrounding him, as if a god was shouting angrily.

"Junior Brother Changqing."

Lingsi's face turned pale, and he murmured uneasily.

But before she could finish her words, Su Changqing had already strode forward and laughed loudly:
"Poems of Emperor Wen?"

"I have been fascinated by this for a long time. It would be interesting to fight with such a person!"

Su Changqing's black hair fluttered, and his youthful arrogance seemed about to overflow.

He didn't tell a lie.

Be it Mu Yun or a disciple of the imperial court.

With his current strength and status, he even felt that he was being bullied.

The appearance of Emperor Wen's ancient scroll not only did not make him feel threatened, but instead aroused his will to fight!

What about Emperor Wen?
If we were to live in the same world, who would dare to say that he would lose!

"What a joke! Are you worthy enough to fight against Emperor Wen?"

Mu Yun laughed angrily when he heard this and said, "If Emperor Wen were still alive, I'm afraid you wouldn't even dare to speak!"

"Hahaha"

Su Changqing's black hair fluttered in the wind. He did not explain, but just laughed out loud.
“I don’t hate the ancients for not seeing me, I hate the ancients for not seeing my madness!”

Everyone present was shocked when they heard this and looked towards the young man in the sky.

The arrogance of these words is so shocking.

Even the students all over the world and the great scholars of Zhongzhou could not help but be dazed.

What does this mean?

I don't hate myself for not having met Emperor Wen, but I feel sorry for Emperor Wen for not having seen my arrogance.

mad!
With just two simple sentences, he not only made himself comparable to the emperor, but even surpassed him!
Confucianists all over the world were instantly shocked!

Many old scholars cursed angrily, pointing their fingers at the sky and shouting that it was treason.

But those young students were so excited that they slammed the table and laughed loudly.

"As Confucianists, we should be like this!"

At this time, Su Changqing stood at the top of the sky. His undisguised youthful spirit, arrogance and pride were deeply imprinted in the hearts of every Confucian practitioner.

Today, Su Changqing might lose.

But since then, Emperor Wen has no longer been the role model in the hearts of the young generation of students around the world.

But it was Su Changqing who dared to shout out "I hate the ancients for not seeing my crazy ears"!
The pride of the literati was fully displayed in Su Changqing at this moment.

"You are a traitor!"

Mu Yun was absent-minded for a long time. After coming back to his senses, he pointed at Su Changqing with a shaking finger and shouted angrily:
"Today, I will clean up the mess for Confucianism!"

"Come die!"

After he finished speaking, Mu Yun held the Emperor's Scroll and swung it fiercely at Su Changqing.

boom!
A tremendous and majestic aura emerged from the Taoist platform, and an illusory figure a thousand feet tall appeared.

"Emperor Wen!"

At this moment, students all over the world looked at the illusory shadow and exclaimed in surprise.

The faces of all the Confucian Immortals turned pale instantly at this moment.

I saw a figure with one hand behind his back and a scroll in the other, chanting something like a song.

"The vast universe and the starry sky stretch for thousands of miles, and the wind and waves break through the spring and autumn."

"The mountains rise up from the ground to support the sky, and the mighty river flows eastward to carry the sorrow of the world"

boom!
The poetry chanted by the illusory shadow at this moment actually aroused boundless and majestic energy.

The sky is full of bright stars, and rays of starlight pierce through the sky like sharp swords.

As the stars fell, the sound of surging waves in the river suddenly rose.

A long river covering the sky emerged from the void.

Thousands of feet high mountains rise from the ground!

The vast and strange visions in the poems appeared one by one at this moment, with terrifying waves, and rushed straight towards Su Changqing.

Amid the worried looks of the crowd, Su Changqing laughed out loud.
"Well done!"

Su Changqing waved his sleeves, held the brush in his hand, used the world as the scroll, and the majestic spirit as ink.

A towering mountain range that seemed real quickly appeared in front of him.

As the brush in his hand lightly tapped.
boom!
The continuous mountain range fell from the sky and crashed directly into the towering peaks.

The two suddenly exploded from the void, and there was no clear winner.

"Introduction level ink rhyme, fairy in painting!"

Someone in the crowd exclaimed, and the Confucian practitioners present looked shocked.

At this time, Su Changqing had already mastered calligraphy and music, and with the addition of this fairy in painting, he had mastered all three arts!

This made all the Confucian practitioners look horrified and their hearts tremble.

But this is not the end.

Su Changqing painted in the air and started a battle with the shadow of Emperor Wen.

The turbulent aftermath caused the disciples of the Confucian Immortal School to retreat in fear, but some were still affected.

But at this moment, Su Changqing stepped heavily, and criss-crossing lines covered the entire sky.

Su Changqing casually waved the brush in his hand, and many disciples of the Confucian and Immortal lineage present changed their positions involuntarily like chess pieces.

Time flies!

This miraculous scene caused exclamations of surprise from those present.

"Entry-level chess world - Immortal Finger!"

Entering the Tao, entering the Tao again!
At this moment, no matter whether they were from the Confucian school or the imperial court, everyone looked at the young man who was fighting with Emperor Wen with shock.

He was only twenty years old, but he had already mastered all four arts!
Moreover, what they practiced were the four arts of immortality which were extremely difficult to cultivate.

Others may not understand, but anyone who practices Confucianism knows the terrifying value of it.

At this moment, looking at the shadow of Emperor Yu Wen fighting in the sky, the young man was filled with overwhelming fighting spirit and high spirits.

Everyone present seemed to understand something and murmured,
"I regret that the ancients did not see my madness."

"How can I not hate someone with such a monstrous talent?!"

(End of this chapter)