Everything happens in an instant.

This moment is the life and death of the emperor.

For many people, this moment is also a moment when the world collapses and everything changes.

After Han Yu gave a sharp shout, his eyebrows stood up, his eyes widened with anger, he took two steps and blurted out a line of poetry.

For a moment, there was a bright light, and there seemed to be poetry flowing in it, every word and word, emitting light.

Like fuel burning to support a fire, the flames are endless.

Another towering tree grew out of the ashes, rising from the ground amidst the endless flames.

In everyone's eyes, the entire Xuanzheng Hall has disappeared.

There are bright flames all around, and there are towering trees as far as the eye can see.

No matter they are human beings or the Yin soldiers and Yin officials who greet us, they are like ants and flies among them.

The emperor was blocked behind many huge trees.

Luxurious men in gorgeous costumes, and weirdos who are neither moral nor vulgar are also kept out.

"Han Changli!"

"You are brave!"

Ju Wenzhen opened her eyes wide in disbelief, and shouted angrily.

Han Yu is called the Wen Zong of the world, which is no small matter.

Because he was very afraid of him, he had tried his best to demote him from Beijing before.

Two years ago, there was a severe drought in Guanzhong. At that time, Jing Zhaoyin blocked the news and lied about the disaster. When Han Yu, who was the supervisory censor at that time, learned about it, he was furious and wrote an essay "On Drought and Human Hunger".

, directly to Tianting.

Dezong was still there at that time and had great faith in Ju Wenzhen.

He used this as an excuse to harm Han Yu and demoted him to Lianzhou, thousands of miles away, as a county magistrate.

It's just that he really couldn't think of it.

How could people who were thousands of miles away in the valleys return to Chang'an overnight?

And looking at this situation, this person's cultural attainments have almost reached an incredible level that has never been seen before.

How can such power be achieved by human power?

"How can we allow you to be so presumptuous in the Golden Palace?"

Ju Wenzhen was shocked and angry, knowing that if this person was not dealt with first, many complications would arise.

Immediately, his palms flew up, like catkins, like soft clouds, dense and dense, staggered and patted towards Han Yu.

He's just a sour literati, and he wants to change the world with just a few sour poems?

When the palm comes out, it is light, soft, and there is no wind or wave, but some people can see the power contained in it. I am afraid that if you touch it gently, the solid stone and fine steel will turn into decay.

"Gunju! Your opponent is me!"

Fan Xichao, a veteran in golden armor, took a step forward and also shot out with both palms.

But it was the previous palm, the next palm, the left palm, and the right palm.

It's a mess, and the moves have no structure at all.

But in an instant, the shadows of the palms were layered one after another.

There are palm shadows everywhere in front, overwhelming the sky and the earth, facing Ju Wenzhen.

"Leave Chaos for a Thousand Years and Destroy the Mountain Palm!"

It was chaotic and majestic.

The palm of your hand can collapse the mountain, and the palm of your hand can tear the ground.

The two of them fought, causing waves of aftermath to spread around them.

One moment it's like the spring breeze caressing the willow trees, and the other moment it's like the waves crashing on the shore.

No matter what, it was so frightening that all the officials in the palace fled in a hurry.

"snort!"

The "General Du" in front of the Yin soldiers waited for a long time. There were two dots of green fire under the iron helmet, but there was no movement.

It's like watching a farce.

Now he snorted coldly.

The iron helmet turned, and a cold voice said to Wang Zhen: "You did a good job."

Ignoring Wang Zhen's fear, Iron Helmet turned back.

"The ghost soldiers obey the order! Come forward to greet him! If there is any obstruction, the owl will hang his head from the chariot, skin and bones, and seize the soul!"

The black-armored Yin soldiers immediately raised their weapons and moved forward.

A fleeing official accidentally ran in front of the head, and saw black air swirling, black light flashing, and heads rolling to the ground. Their eyes were wide open, and they were wailing in fear.

Before the other body fell to the ground, the skin and flesh on the body were completely stripped off, and the flesh and blood separated, leaving only a bloody skeleton, which was hooked by the iron lock in the hands of the Yin soldiers.

However, the Yin soldiers did not stop for a moment, heading straight towards the Jade-Stairs Bixuan.

The towering giant tree blocking the front also flashed with black light, and collapsed with a sudden fall while the linen was flying.

Han Yu's face was solemn and upright, and he took another step forward.

Although it is only one step, it is like carrying a huge mountain, very heavy.

There was a faint rumbling sound.

"..."

"When I gave birth to him, he raised his neck and looked at each other from a distance!"

"You often dream about it at night, but your thoughts during the day are vague!"

"Only looking at the chisel marks of the axe, but not looking at water management and navigation!"

"When I want to show my hand, the giant blade will sharpen the sky!"

"The cliffs collapsed, and the heaven and earth shook with thunder!"

Spoken poetry, dozens of sentences in a row,

Just like speaking out the Dharma.

There were endless mountain shadows, and a tall figure loomed in the void, wearing coarse linen and linen skin. He swung a giant axe, and struck it down with one strike, causing the cliff to crack and a cave to open.

The flood surged and poured out.

It was yellow and turbid, roaring, creating waves in the mountains, collapsing mountains and cracking the ground.

In an instant, the Yin soldiers were destroyed in the flood.

One mouth and one tongue can have the power to shake the heavens and the earth!

It’s really shocking to the extreme!

"What a picture of Emperor Yu's flood control!"

"Good poetry! Good writing!"

"Good, good, good Han Changli!"

Liu Zongyuan looked at this scene and could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart. He shouted many good words in succession.

Still very excited.

"Unexpectedly...since the Qin and Han dynasties, Confucius and Meng have not seen the true disciples of our Confucian sect for more than a thousand years."

"Three Cao Cao of the Han and Wei Dynasties, Liu Yanhe with a literary heart and a carved dragon, and Taibai who was banished to the immortal. Throughout the ages, many sages in the world have never been able to do this, but it was you, Han Changli, who really achieved the unity of literature and Taoism, making the literary spirit manifest!"

"My Confucian sect has always read the poems and books of sages, assisted the king, and supported the country, but it is a pity that I have no thunderous means to hold the sky down and kill the evil spirits. From now on, my Confucian sect finally has the power to protect the human race!

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"Han Yu! Han Changli! With his powerful words and appropriate ways, he can carry forward the past and open up the future. He is worthy of being a literary sect of a generation!"

"When Qi is strong, words should be spoken appropriately" is the theory that Han Yu has always advocated for the integration of literature and Taoism.

As the saying goes, literature conveys the truth, and the literati are full of righteousness. No matter what the words they write, they are naturally appropriate.

Writing is born from Qi, and Qi follows the writing.

The integration of literature and Taoism is easy to say, but only a few people have done it throughout the ages.

Even Meng Shengdu only "cultivated my awe-inspiring Qi well". Although the awe-inspiring Qi in his body can reach heaven and earth, he never mentioned it.

Han Yu's move opened up a path.

The unity of literature and Taoism, the emergence of literary style, makes the article have its own way, making the literati's "verbal criticism" not just empty words.
To be continued...