"Indeed, you do have an elegant literary style, these poems of ambition could make you famous throughout all ages, complenting with your overwhelming vitality. In the future, if it could be integrated into your spirit, this vitality of yours will definitely suppress all eras. But now, your cultivation is too weak, you are not a match for the Knife Demon, it seems Quan Dingtian has more of a shot."
Li Xuan didn’t care about Suxin’s words, he continued to walk forward.
"Golden goblet full of wine worth ten thousand, jade platter precious delicacies cost up to tens of thousands. Cup held high but unable to eat, pull out the sword staring blankly, for the courage is nowhere to be found. Wanting to cross the Yellow River but the icy dirt blocks, wishing to ascend Taihang but snow covers the mountain. Fishing leisurely at the jade-green creek during free ti, unexpectedly dreaming of setting sail in the middle of the day. Journey is hard, life is tough, many paths to follow, where is peace? Yet I know, there will be a ti when I will mount a long wind and break the heavy waves, brace the deep, deep sea with my cloudy sail!"
With Li Xuan’s singing, his courage and intensity gradullay excited the students of Guozi Bureau listening in the hall!
Especially when Li Xuan recites the last line, ’"I will mount a long wind soday and break the heavy waves, brace the deep, deep sea with my cloudy sail!"’, many people were chilled to the bone, feeling heroic sprouting from their hearts.
The road is so difficult! So difficult! With diverging paths, where is the true path? But always believe, one day it will mount a long wind and break the heavy waves; fly high the cloudy sail, and bravely advance in the sea!
Boom!
At this mont, the poems filled with courage written by the students of Guozi Bureau plastered on the wall resonated brilliantly with Li Xuan’s golden aura.
"Hm?"
Just at this mont, Li Zhetian atop the Wenxin House was also startled, turning his attention to Li Xuan. Because at this mont, Li Xuan has completely replaced Quan Dingtian’s purple-gold eight diagrams, bracing Li Zhetian’s suppressing sword intent with his pure aura.
This gave Quan Dingtian a little bit of leisure, he rescued his students, forcefully scattered the two streaks of black blade light Li Zhetian slashed into the hall.
At this mont, everyone in the hall, including Daru like Fang Ming and Kong Xiu, were all excited.
"Gentlen! Rember your original intention, think about the purpose of your study in literature and martial arts! Are you studying to achieve academic and martial arts success, only to serve the royal family, or are you studying to bleed for truth and justice, to eradicate all the injustice in the world!"
It was Cheng of Guozi Bureau Shen Jiang, he was roaring loudly in the hall, looking almost fierce: "Read ’The Song of Integrity’, louder!"
Whether it be Wang Jing, Long Rui or Zhen Huandou and his two disciples, they all began to chant ’The Song of Integrity’ in an extrely loud voice.
So have already lost their voices, but their spirits were even purer, not diminishing at all; many people completely forgot their fear of Li Zhetian, their bodies filled with brimming hot blood.
Li Xuan’s another ambition poem also added to their fervor!
"A roc soaring with the wind, shall ascend to ninety-thousand miles in a day.
Even if the winds rest I’d not alight, on endless ocean waves ever sway.
The world sees as different, and mocks my words grand,
But the sage fears the young man’s potential, the hero underestimates not the lad!"
In an instant, the golden aura gathered by thousands of people was shaking the mountains and rattling the earth, causing the whole land to tremble incessantly.
"Who is this? A Slay Demons Colonel of the fourth house level?" Li Zhetian’s lips curled slightly, appearing sowhat interested.
"It seems today’s trip to the Guozi Bureau will be sowhat surprising. But this place is as silent as the grave, you, a humble colonel, dare to sing loudly in front of , aren’t you afraid I’ll slaughter you?"
At that mont, a shadow of black light suddenly fell from the giant black knife suspended in the air, swooping down like lightning, blasting towards Li Xuan’s head.
However, this light shadow unable to harm him. It was only blocked by a long scroll suddenly unfolded, which was none other than the original copy of "The Song of Integrity" by Zhonglie Duke Wen, it was like a golden armor wrapped around Li Xuan.
At this ti, Quan Dingtian also pointed a finger, one of the purple gold eight diagrams covered outside Li Xuan, and the inside and outside combined with "The Song of Integrity" scroll to resist Li Zhetian’s fierce blade aura.
At this mont, Tong and Lin both took off the official seals of the ’Siye of Guozi Bureau’ from their waists, and directly threw them out. Under the effect of Hao Qi, they transford into the size of grinding discs and guarded Li Xuan’s rear.
Li Xuan also raised his head, making eye contact with Li Zhetian on top of the Wenxin House for the first ti.
"Jingwei carries tiny twigs, with mind to fill the sea. Xingtian dances with axe and shield, the fierce will is always there-"
As Li Xuan’s recitation of this five-word quatrain implying killing intent ended, the hearts of almost all scholars in the hall were pumping with passionate blood, as if sothing exploded in their minds.
And Li Xuan’s Hao Qi has not only turned into crimson gold, faintly transforming into a form of axe and sword. It contains a fierce desire for battle, a vast killing intent, heading up to the sky, as if it wants to forcefully open up the cloud that envelopes the high altitude.
"Xingtian dances with axe and shield?" Li Zhetian ’hehe’ laughed, his tone filled with disdain:" I hope you truly possess the ambition of Xingtian! Your pure Hao Qi, and this spiritual will, make really unmotivated to kill you. But while death can be avoided, the punishnt can’t be escaped!"
At this mont, blood suddenly spurted from the seven orifices of Li Xuan, suffering from unbearable pain in his brain. This was Li Zhetian’s knife-like spiritual will directly hacking into his inner spirit, nearly shattering his consciousness into pieces.
Luckily, within his brain, there was a strip of red cloth. The magnificent red silk, the long ribbon that seed to cover the sky, shielded Li Xuan from most of the spiritual impact.
"In life, be a person of great achievent, in death, be a great ghost. Even now I think of King Xiang, refusing to cross the Yangtze River to the east!"
Li Xuan’s eyes glowed red, he strode forward while emanating an aura of determination to die, his body continued to make the sound of an explosion. Resisting Li Zhetian’s overwhelming sword intent, he walked towards the Wenxin House.
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