The breeze blows slowly.

Flowers and plants sway in the wind, waving their waists.

In front of a mansion, a group of soldiers were wearing armor and did not move, no matter how wind and rain were blowing, it was like a statue.

The official sedan chair raised by the eight people slowly stopped in front of the mansion.

The curtain of the official sedan chair was lifted open, and Li Jiawen walked out of the official sedan chair, with his hands on his back, stood outside the mansion, and a soldier stepped forward, came to the mansion, and pushed open the door of the mansion.

Li Jiawen walked slowly into the mansion. In front of the mansion was a corridor, an independent courtyard.

On both sides of the yard are orange-yellow flowers planted. At the center is a rockery. Next to the rockery is a lotus pond. A white marble road is walking past the rockery and a bridge is above the lotus pond.

Li Jiawen was unobstructed all the way until he walked to a nine-story Jiuxiao Tower.

Jiuxiao Tower was also guarded by guards. About hundreds of guards were fully armed and wrapped in armor, with only his eyes and mouth exposed, like an iron man.

The guards gave way and saluted Li Jiawen one after another. Li Jiawen walked into the Jiuxiao Tower, climbed the Jiuxiao Tower stairs step by step, and walked forward step by step until he reached the Jiuxiao Tower.

On the ninth floor, Fan Wencheng was alone, lying on the blanket paved on the ground.

Fan Wencheng had his hair disheveled, his clothes were not in order, and he was holding a wine pot in his hand, and he was sleeping soundly.

Li Jiawen looked at Fan Wencheng, silent and without any movement. Time passed slowly, and the sky was from morning to afternoon.

The sun is westward and the sky has already grown red.

Under the reflection of the sun, the clouds are red and the scenery of burning clouds is magnificent and magnificent.

Fan Wencheng slept for most of the time, and Li Jiawen waited for most of the time, covering his forehead. Fan Wencheng shook his head slightly, slowly sat up, and looked up and saw Li Jiawen standing in front of him.

In Fan Wencheng's swollen eyes, Li Jiawen's figure was reflected, and a sneer appeared on his face. He grabbed the wine pot that fell on the side and shook it slightly, and the wine pot was already empty.

One of them stretched out his hand, and the wine pot placed at the corner of the wall had already risen up and fell directly into Fan Wencheng's hand. He opened the wine pot and took a sip of the wine. Fan Wencheng looked at Li Jiawen and said indifferently: "It's been three years."

"I faded out of the court in the first year and was imprisoned here for the next two years. You downplayed my influence. Now the time is ripe. This is to send me on my way."

Fan Wencheng's tone was very plain, as if he was telling a matter that was not his own.

Li Jiawen did not deny it, nodded slowly, and said in approval: "You Fan Wencheng was recognized by the great scholars of the world back then, and believed that it was the hope of Wendao and a semi-saint who had been in charge of Wendao for many years."

"Although I have repeatedly weakened your influence in the past three years, no matter how I cut it, your name will not disappear from the world for no reason. You will also occupy a part of this great fortune in the literary fortune."

"I want to gather the fortune of literary and Taoism and ascend to the immortal path. I will never allow the fortune of literary and Taoism to be lost again and you will be able to make my failure possible."

"So I'd like to die."

Li Jiawen's words were dull from beginning to end. Fan Wencheng in front of him was no longer an enemy, and he was even unworthy of the enemy.

Fan Wencheng showed bitterness, and his luck was plundered by the one in front of him.

For three years, every night I think back?

To this day, Fan Wencheng also analyzed clearly that he was able to have today because he was too ambitious.

Every day I think about the independence of literary way, break away from the imperial way, and establish myself.

In this way, Wendao has unlimited potential in the future, and I can continue to improve. In this world of great struggle for spiritual energy to recover, I can break the limitations of Wendao’s supreme saints and become the ancestor of Wendao.

Wen Dao wanted to escape from the Emperor Dao, but the Emperor Dao was the first to not allow it. He was not mature enough and did not hide this point. Finally, the Human Emperor discovered the clues and the Human Emperor took action directly.

He was plundered for his luck, and the Human Emperor took action and never left any future troubles.

The Emperor of the People took action and took him away, and then he took the custody himself, not giving him a slight chance to turn over.

After a year, I saw it tightly and finally faded out of the court, I set up a large formation and dispatched elite soldiers. Xu Yuan even personally deployed defenses here.

Xu Yuan has a good identity, and his brother is the first emperor of the Xuanjingsi.

The two Xus were famous generals of the Great Chu, and they made great achievements in the east and west fighting for the Great Chu. These people personally took charge, and the Human Emperor pressed the formation, cutting off all their vitality.

Looking forward, Li Jiawen, this person ruined the opportunity for Wendao to be independent.

Li Jiawen stretched out his hand and a three-foot long sword had risen from outside the Jiuxiao Tower, turned into a stream of light, rushed directly into the Jiuxiao Tower, and inserted it in front of Fan Wencheng.

Most of the three-foot long sword was immersed in the wooden board, and the rest kept shaking, making a buzzing sound.

Li Jiawen preached plainly: "Take a selves and leave the last dignity."

Fan Wencheng reached out and grabbed the three-foot long sword, looked at Li Jiawen, and said with a hatred in his tone: "You are Wendao's sinner!"

"You are sorry to Wen Dao. Sooner or later, you will be liquidated by Wen Dao's patriots."

Li Jiawen's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "All my gains are given to the Emperor of Humanity. I will give you your Majesty and the Great Chu."

"The literary way is too high, it has nothing to do with me. As long as the Great Chu prospers is enough."

Fan Wencheng's face changed, and he looked miserable, and he said in a shrill tone: "After all, you are a slave of the Emperor's Dao, and your achievements in your life are limited."

Fan Wencheng grabbed the three-foot sword in his palm, and his hands kept trembling, and the three-foot sword also trembled.

Looking at Li Jiawen, his fierce look flashed away. The other party was the chief assistant of the Great Chu, and he was in charge of literary affairs. After three years of accumulation, his literary spirit was earth-shaking. Fan Wencheng was far from an opponent and had never brought shame to himself.

The three-foot long sword in his hand touched his neck.

Blood splattered everywhere, and finally muttered to himself, "Wen Dao cannot be independent, but he will be unable to calm down after all!"

Li Jiawen looked at Fan Wencheng, who gradually became cold and lost all his vitality, and looked up at the sky. Although it was daytime, the Wenqu star was also stared in Li Jiawen's eyes.

He murmured to himself: "In this great struggle, the immortals and Buddhas are reviving, and the world is in turmoil. If you want to be independent of literary affairs, Fan Wencheng, you are too ambitious."

"A strong man with immortals and Buddhas attacks, the sky collapses and the earth falls. It is not easy to live. It is the time to keep warm. The imperial Tao, which is based on the two paths of civil and military, is far from the immortals and Buddhas. How can the literary Tao be independent?"

"In the future, immortals and Buddhas suddenly arise and demons rage. This is the brilliant world."

"You are doomed to lose if you are limited to this."
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