Chapter 562 The Common "Literary Orb"

"It's strange. Could it be that the spell that Xingxu cast just now was not a saint's spell?"

Mo Yao used his talent to check Ci Song's body and found that his body was indeed safe and sound. There was nothing strange about him. Even his meridians and bones were intact and there was no harm at all.

"It's a saint's curse, but my body is a bit special. I will tell you the details after the wedding."

Ci Song held Mo Yao's hand and explained softly.

Mo Yao looked at Ci Song's face, nodded gently, and stopped asking any more questions. Ci Song turned to look at Shi Yue, Shang Han and others, "Uncles, don't worry, Ci Song's life is very hard. Even if there are a few more saints' curses, they still can't take away my life."

"It's good that the young master is fine." Seeing that Ci Song was fine, Shi Yue breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's a pity that the master, Mr. Gongsun and Mr. Ning are not here, and Zhuang Ya has gone somewhere, otherwise there would never be so many changes in today's wedding. Especially the Yin and Yang family, who have repeatedly tried to harm the young master, huh ”

Shang Han's tone became colder and colder, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"I was careless this time. When Xingxu came to the wedding banquet, he called himself the Yin Yang family, but what he showed was only the level of Jinshi. In addition, he was the only one who came, so I thought about whether I could find out from him. We decided to let him sit down because of the matter at Yin Yang's house, but he didn't expect such a change to happen," Shi Yue replied with some self-blame.

"Soldiers will stop you, water will cover you, and now I have broken through the realm of the Hanlin. As long as the person who comes to power is not a literary giant, Yao'er and I will not be defeated. As for the Yin Yang family, we will discuss it in detail after the wedding. No matter why they attacked me, this enemy is dead and cannot be resolved."

Ci Song clearly sensed that something was wrong with Shang Han, and in order to prevent him from doing anything reckless, he tried to persuade him.

"It's the young master."

Shang Han nodded, and then they chatted for a few more words and then walked off the platform together.

At this moment, after three battles, the high platform has become a bit tattered. The originally smooth marble surface has been beaten to pieces. There are also various bloody marks on the top, like the blood flowers of tea, Star Ruins. His body was lying not far away from him, his blood had dried up, his original pupils had dimmed, and his entire face looked like a mummy, and his death appearance was very miserable.

It can be seen from this that Xingxu's literary status is not the result of his own cultivation. The literary talent returns to heaven and earth, and after death, the body will also turn into talent and dissipate in the world.

Ci Song walked slowly to the side of Xingxu's corpse, preparing to deal with Xingxu in the same way as Han Tuo. Just when Cisong was about to swing the Shui Han Sword, Ci Song felt a strong smell on Xingxu's left chest. Talent lingers.

"This is?"

Ci Song raised his sword and slashed through Xingxu's left chest. He saw a bead fly out from Xingxu's left chest, and then floated in front of Ci Song. The surface of the bead was engraved with dense words, and a wave of A rich talent continued to emanate from the bead, especially when Ci Song activated the talent in his body to feel the existence of the bead, the talent overflowed from the bead like boiling and was absorbed by Ci Song.

"No, why is there another Wen Yun Orb? The one I threw away from my body is real. This is the third one I've seen, right?"

Ci Song inserted the Shui Han Sword in his right hand into the ground and held the bead in his hand. After careful observation, he found that the quality of this bead was more refined than the one seized from Fang Zhongyong, and the talent contained in it was also stronger. But compared to the one in Zhang Wuru's hand, it was still much inferior.

"Could it be that this bead was made by the Yin Yang family? But where did Fang Zhongyong get this bead? What secrets does the Yin Yang family have?"

Ci Song gently stroked the surface of the beads in his hand, his eyes flickering, but his thoughts had already flown far away.

But after only three breaths, Ci Song stopped thinking and put the beads into the jade pendant. Then he raised his hand and froze Xingxu's body and dispersed it.

Then Ci Song turned to look at the many literati guests below and said softly: "Is there anyone else who wants to go on stage to fight Ci Song?"

Everyone below looked at Ci Song on the stage. No one came on stage. What a joke. Ci Song had just killed a "pseudo literary man" at the level of a Jinshi and got rid of the curse of the saint. These two things were taken out one by one. These incidents are enough to shock the entire literary and Taoist world.

Today, these two things were actually done by the same young man. Ci Song's performance this time directly "taught a lesson" to saints like them. At this time, no matter which student takes the stage, there is a high probability that he will lose to Ci Song. Rather than being humiliated when he takes the stage, it is better to return to peace.

Another quarter of an hour passed, but still no one came on stage. Seeing this, the emcee below broke the calm by speaking.

"The etiquette continues, the bride and groom come down from the stage, take their seats, and take a baptism!"

After listening, Ci Song took a deep breath. Today's biggest trouble was finally over. Ci Song walked to Mo Yao's side, held her hand, smiled at each other, and walked hand in hand down the shabby high platform.

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In the study room of the Daliang Palace, Prince Liang was lying on the recliner in boredom. Today was the wedding day of Ci and Song Dynasties, and the civil and military officials of the dynasty did not have to go to court. Prince Liang also had a rare opportunity to relax for a day, but he didn't know the wedding process. I don’t know what the result will be.

Several footsteps came from outside the study door. Prince Liang didn't even raise his head and asked directly: "Mingxin, you are here. As expected, Major General Ci passed this test safely."

Then he raised his hand, pointed to the recliner beside him, and said, "Come, sit down, and talk to me about what happened at Ci Song's wedding."

Ci Mingxin sat on the recliner without any hesitation, but he did not lie on the recliner like King Liang, but sat upright and told King Liang everything that happened at Ci Song's wedding.

When King Liang heard that Ci Song and Mo Yao had joined forces to kill the great Confucian scholar of the Legalist School, he opened his eyes in shock, and when he heard that Ci Song had killed a literary giant, he sat up directly from the recliner, and his eyes looking at Ci Mingxin became extremely shocked.

"What? You said that Ci Song killed a literary giant at the level of a Jinshi?"

"Absolutely true, this matter has been witnessed by many parties, it cannot be false."

The shock in King Liang's heart

can no longer be described in words, he tried to calm himself down and keep himself calm, but even so, the shock and surprise in his eyes never disappeared.

"It seems that I still underestimated the talent of our Major General Ci. Tian'er's vision is indeed much better than mine."

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