Chapter 1,750: A Literary Man Becomes a Saint

"Finally done."

Ye Feng was shocked, and the soil and dead leaves on his body quickly turned into fertilizer, nourishing the green enlightenment tea tree behind him that grew to a height of three meters.

"This little tea tree grows quite fast."

Ye Feng yawned.

He picked a mature tea seed from the Colorful Enlightenment tea tree, but it did not contain the colorful blood and could only grow into the Enlightenment tea tree with jasper-colored leaves. It also had the effect of increasing understanding, but the effect was not high.

"Grow up well. From now on, you will be the treasure of Qingtian World."

Ye Feng said to the little tea tree.

It is a tea tree of enlightenment. Even if it is placed in the twin universe, it will be snatched up by many immortal emperors. It is more than enough to be a world-suppressing treasure in the vast world.

Whoosh!

Ye Feng took a step forward and disappeared.

Half a day later.

An old man riding a green ox came nearby and found a fragrant tea tree. He quickly dug it up and planted it in his yard.

He was an ordinary Taoist priest.

However, smelling the fragrance of tea every day, taking a bath with tea leaves and drinking tea, even though I am ninety-six years old, I still feel energetic and as strong as an ox.

"This tea must be a fairy medicine!"

The old Taoist named Li Qingniu was ecstatic.

He reads and paints every day, takes a sip of tea from time to time, and even chews tea leaves as food. He feels that the colorful aura around him is constantly entering his body, which allows him to accumulate incomparable strength, and his whole person becomes more and more magical.

"The Romance of Fairy Wood"

High in the air.

Ye Feng sat in the clouds, drinking tea and silently watching the old man below. If any cultivator entered this area within a hundred miles, they would be abducted in strange ways.

The enlightened tea tree has never been exposed.

Under night.

The old man Li Qingniu put down his books, blew out the candles, and lay on a bamboo chair to sleep. In his dream, he unexpectedly found that he had become an immortal and an ancestor, and had learned many Taoist methods.

This made him very happy.

After waking up from the dream, he kept drinking tea and relied on his strong understanding to analyze the skills in the dream, which made him stronger and stronger.

…

Twenty days outside, five and a half years inside.

At this moment, the old Taoist Li Qingniu felt that he had become very powerful. Thinking that the world was in chaos, he clenched his fists and prepared to persuade them to make peace.

If you don't agree, then fight!

Half a day later.

The old man rode a green ox, and while waving his sleeves, he put the entire small courtyard into his sleeves and headed north.

"Good, let's begin."

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng smiled.

The road to the system of merit-based sanctification has just begun. Once successful, he will benefit endlessly.

…

In a dilapidated ancient temple.

A sturdy old man nine feet tall carried a long sword on his back, followed by several strong men, all dressed as scholars, which looked very strange.

"Teacher, this world is so chaotic!"

"Practitioners support different governments, feed the common people, and don't care about the life and death of ordinary people. They have no reputation in the world. It is simply hateful and abominable!"

"Sad, deplorable!"

"If I could practice cultivation, I would kill these wanton practitioners and let them know that we scholars also have strong fists."

The strong men roared lowly.

Today's world of Qingtian is in chaos. Those who are in the Immortal Class are all hiding in the Heavenly Palace and don't care about life and death on the ground. Those quasi-sages and half-immortals thus established their own forces and divided the world.

This led to constant wars and a loss of reputation.

"What a group of scholars who care about the country and the people!"

Outside the ancient temple, an old man came riding a bull.

"Who are you?"

These scholars walked out of the ancient temple and surrounded the old man with white beard and hair but full of energy.

"Pindao, Li Qingniu."

The old man said with a smile, looking at the strong old man who was still standing in the ancient temple with a long sword on his back.

"Are you the famous Li Qingniu? I heard that along the way, you have persuaded many practitioners to return to their lost ways and stop doing evil?"

A strong old man carrying an ancient sword came out, looking at his kind-hearted face with a look of surprise.

"It's me." Li Qingniu nodded, "You must be a literary sage with many talents all over the world, right?"

"It's me." The strong old man with the long sword on his back nodded gently, "Unfortunately, I am just a scholar. Even with some force, I can't persuade those practitioners who do evil to rein in the precipice and be ashamed of the holy word. On the contrary, Taoist friend Li Qingniu can do it Things I can’t do.”

"Taoist Priest, you are also an ordinary person. Why can you persuade those practitioners to turn back and make the best of it?"

asked a stout scholar.

"Convince people with virtue." Li Qingniu said with a smile. Immediately, he gently waved the floating dust and split a huge stone not far away in half, causing the gravel to fall on the ground and faintly arranged into the word "virtue".

"You are a practitioner too!"

"Convince people with virtue? What a good person to convince people with virtue!"

"I see!"

Wen Sheng clenched the sword in his hand, his eyes bright.

"Literary Saint, I heard that you also want to persuade practitioners in the world not to feed the common people. I am also doing this. However, my eloquence is not as good as yours. How about we cooperate, you are responsible for convincing, and I am responsible for convincing!"

Li Qingniu suggested.

"Okay!" Wen Sheng agreed happily.

Half a day later.

An ancient battlefield.

Dozens of practitioners confront each other high in the sky.

On the ground, there were two parties confronting each other, with hundreds of thousands of troops on each side, and their momentum was terrifying.

"Will your Fengling Kingdom surrender?"

"Hmph, why don't your Heavenly Thunder Kingdom surrender?"

"It seems that there is only one fight left."

The practitioners in the sky yelled at each other, and seeing that they couldn't defeat each other, they prepared to order the hundreds of thousands of troops on the ground to fight each other and encroach on each other's territory.

And they were just preparing to watch the show.

"Wait!"

At this moment, two people came to the center of the battlefield on horseback and bullocks. It was Li Qingniu and Wen Sheng. Compared with the ferocious army, they were as weak as ants.

"It turned out to be two ordinary people."

"You dare to disturb the situation, damn it!"

A cultivator in the Shenyuan realm sneered, and light burst out from his eyes, slashing towards Wen Sheng and Li Qingniu.

"Asshole!"

Li Qingniu suddenly flicked his body, slashing out a brilliant blue light, and knocked away the opponent's light.

"Hey, it's strange that there are no fluctuations in cultivation on the body, but it can exert the strength of the Divine Origin Realm."

The group of practitioners were surprised.

"Everyone, don't fight anymore! This is supposed to be a war for you cultivators, but why has it affected hundreds of millions of mortals and made the world miserable? Their death means the destruction of countless families behind them, leading to turmoil in the two countries. How can you feel at ease?"

Wen Sheng opened his mouth to persuade.

Then, he brought out the principles of etiquette, justice, integrity, etc., and also mentioned the general trend of the world and other aspects. The practitioners present were stunned for a moment.

Those hundreds of thousands of soldiers no longer want to fight anymore.

Some people have already broken down in tears when they think of their 80-year-old mother and children waiting to be fed.

Some people have already laid down their weapons.

There was originally no conflict between Tianlei Kingdom and Fengling Kingdom, but these practitioners wanted the two countries to fight, killing and wounding countless soldiers.

They were already very resistant to this.

Bang! Bang!

More and more soldiers dropped their weapons, raised their heads, and looked coldly at the practitioners in the sky.

"Shut up!"

"We must fight!"

A practitioner scolded.

They have discovered a rule before, that is, the more deaths there are on the battlefield, the more mysterious energy and blood power they can absorb, which can promote their cultivation.

Therefore, they long for war.

As this secret spreads in the practice world of Qingtian World, countless practitioners control mortal kingdoms and let them go to war for various reasons.

But today, someone actually came to stop it!

This simply cuts off their spiritual path!

"Kill them all!"

These dozens of practitioners immediately unified their stance and attacked Li Qingniu, Wen Sheng and others at the same time.

Poof!

The sharp lightsaber slashed down, and even though Li Qingniu had the combat power of the Divine Origin Realm, his chest was still chopped open and he fell into a pool of blood.

"No war!"

Literary Sage raised his long sword high and struck the fallen aura of a Shenyuan realm practitioner. The whole person flew backwards and was instantly wiped out.

However, his voice echoed throughout the world.

When the hundreds of thousands of soldiers heard this, their eyes were red.

They also want to prevent war.

However, they don't have the courage.

But today, after witnessing the death of two kind-hearted old men trying to stop the war, the anger and murderous intent in their hearts completely erupted. They picked up their weapons again and stabbed the dozens of practitioners in the sky.

"snort!"

"A swarm of ants!"

This group of practitioners cursed angrily, relying on the light shields on their bodies to easily block damage from mortal weapons.

"what to do?"

"What else can we do? Kill them all."

"However, these people who died in the hands of practitioners will not emit that special energy and blood, which will not allow us to improve our cultivation. It is a pity."

These practitioners are helpless.

"Kill them all!"

A Shenyuan realm monk was ready to take action.

But, right now.

A gust of wind blew between heaven and earth.

The Literary Saint who was supposed to die actually reshaped his body in a flash of golden light, and the wound on Li Qingniu's chest healed automatically and returned to life.

Boom!

The void with a radius of thousands of miles suddenly shook, countless thunders flashed, causing a sensation in all directions, and traces of wonderful aura floated into the bodies of Li Qingniu and Wen Sheng, causing their momentum to continue to surge.

"What happened?"

A practitioner trembled.

At this moment, the auras emanating from Li Qingniu and Wen Sheng actually gave them a feeling of being in the presence of a quasi-sage and a half-immortal, and their eyelids couldn't help but beat wildly.

"I don't know either."

"Attack them quickly!"

The other practitioners became cruel and took action directly.

Tear it apart!

Dozens of dazzling sword lights fell down, each one was a thousand meters long and had astonishing power. However, Wen Sheng looked over coldly, and all the sword lights quickly collapsed.

This scene is shocking.

"Very good, done."

Ye Feng hid behind the scenes and watched, feeling very good.

[ps: Good night everyone! 】

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