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Into the Liaozhai Volume 4: The Way of Demons Chapter 284: The Truth

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    The sword light was brilliant, coming down from high and heading towards the Forbidden City in all directions, immediately attracting the attention of the imperial guards. They shouted, released arrows, and waved their swords, surging over like a tidal wave.  .

    "Thousands of swords come to the sect, the sword is supreme, unsheath it!"

    Yan Chixia muttered something, and suddenly light burst out from the sword box behind his back. First a little, and then a little exploded, turning into countless small light spots. When the wind changed, they all turned into small swords as big as silver needles, arranged in an array.  Howling, sweeping up all the soldiers who rushed forward¡ª¡ª

    Instant kill!

    As soon as they met, the person hit by the sword immediately fell to the ground.

    This kind of swordsmanship has long surpassed the ordinary world, and it is impossible for ordinary people to resist.  If there are thousands of troops, elite troops can still rely on the condensation of blood energy to form an impact.  But now in the huge Forbidden City, except for the imperial guards on the periphery, the elite black-shirted guards have not shown up, and they don't know what they are doing hiding in the palace.

    News of the coup had been vaguely spread for a long time, and the military morale of the Imperial Guards was not stable.  Now seeing Yan Chixia as awe-inspiring as a god, everyone couldn't help but feel frightened.

    Phew!

    The figure of Feitian Yaksha flashed up, roared to the sky, and faced the crowd, revealing his fangs.

    "Ghost!"

    This time, the Imperial Forest Army became even more frightened.

    With the protection of Feitian Yaksha and Yan Chixia, Chen Jianchen was determined. He held the ink in his left hand and the evil-proofing pen in his right hand, and began to write graffiti outside the walls of the Forbidden City.

    The Forbidden City has been regarded as the core of national governance since ancient times.  The symbol of imperial power is spotless and no one dares to offend¡ª¡ª

    Anyone who dared to offend was killed.

    but now.  The painted walls were painted with splendid colors, but the black writing and ink was left vividly on them.

    ?Chen Jianchen¡¯s pen and ink.

    He had a strong mind and scolded Fang Qiu, feeling that his whole body was filled with surging power, fresh and exciting.

    It feels so good to write on the walls of the Imperial City and graffiti freely!  It's like the rebellious and unruly person yelling and swearing; it's like the rebellious and unruly person urinating and spitting on the flag.

    Subversion, fragmentation, freedom.

    All kinds of things I didn¡¯t dare to do before.  All the things that cannot be done or are difficult to do are put into action now, which is called "freedom".

    Why is the emperor's authority so strict?  The destiny of the emperor reveals its fragile nature under the pen.  "The vision of heaven is the vision of the people, and the hearing of heaven is the hearing of the people."  To read people, you need to be a representative of expression.  The pen in your hand should be straight and straight. If you refuse to listen to advice, you should pull the emperor off his horse directly.

    Such arrogance and courage.  That¡¯s the true nature of reading people.

    Perhaps it was precisely because of this concern that Emperor Zhengming promulgated the Literary Law at all costs.  This was used to undermine the ambition of the scholars and suppress them vigorously.

    ?Obviously.  He achieved a certain goal.

    The implementation of the "Chinese Writing Law" has greatly accelerated his cultivation. If no one destroys it, at midnight tonight, the world's great formation will be activated. Emperor Zhengming will swallow the world's domineering energy, achieve the way of transforming into a dragon, and cultivate into an immortal.

    Time was tight, so Chen Jianchen followed his heart completely. Every big character he wrote was several feet wide, and the characters spread out in one breath.

    This is not the first time he has done something similar. He did it once in the past at Lanruo Temple.  It's just that at that time, it was just a small monk's dormitory, but now, it is a huge Forbidden City. The workload is much greater than before, and the two cannot be compared.

    "The spiritual platform has no way to escape the divine arrow, and the storm is like a rock, darkening the hometown. It means that the cold stars cannot be seen, and I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood."

    Chen Jianchen¡¯s thoughts are unconstrained and unconstrained. As long as he thinks of something, he immediately writes it on the wall, in line with the famous saying: "I write with my hand and with my mouth."

    The handwriting of Dou Da is placed on the splendid and inviolable wall of the Forbidden City. It is wild and unrestrained and full of a sense of catharsis.

    After being filled with thick ink, Chen Jianchen also discovered a miraculous function of the apotropaic pen, which is that after the ink is added, it is like an endless source, and there is no need to add new ink.

    In this way, many things were omitted. He was overjoyed, and with a thought, he directly drove the flying Yaksha to fly over. He stepped on it and stood on the Yaksha's back.

    In this way, you can stand taller and move without walking, which greatly saves time.

    "At present, Chen Jianchen's "Sanli Zhenzhang" has reached the second level of "making meritorious service". The righteousness can be released, and there are many benefits.

    Yan Chixia on one side stared at him, and saw a soldier standing behind him.When the fetus comes, its whole body is pure white, and it is the materialized body of the Haoran Yangwu Sword that can be revealed outside the body.  Not only is it majestic, but it can also absorb the energy of heaven and earth to replenish it, finally forming a cycle. There is no need to worry about mental fatigue due to excessive consumption.

    "There is righteousness in heaven and earth"

    Chen Jianchen wrote "Song of Righteousness" again, each word, line by line, and bold strokes appeared on the wall with teeth and claws, continuous and without any breaks.  From a distance, it doesn't look like words, but like a kind of painting.

    ?Abstract painting.

    Or, it can be said that it is like the real text and seal script used by Taoist priests to draw talismans.

    At this time, the imperial guards who came to besiege came one after another, but under the protection of Yan Chixia's sword formation, they could not get close at all. They could only watch Chen Jianchen do whatever he wanted on the noble and inviolable wall of the imperial city.

    This student is so courageous.

    It was even more shocking than a bloody redress of injustice. He wrote his statement directly on the wall of the imperial city, making it known to the whole world.

    About an hour later, Chen Jianchen¡¯s calligraphy was left on two-thirds of the outer wall of the huge Forbidden City.  Set off by the resplendent background, these handwritings are particularly eye-catching and flamboyant.

    Doesn¡¯t the current emperor want to implement the New Deal regardless of any obstruction?  Doesn't he want to arrest everyone who dares to resist?

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? I will use the imperial palace as a paper, and with a straight line, I will tell the people of the world what is the truth!

    Yan Chixia was filled with admiration. When he looked at the sky, he saw wisps of white gas rising spontaneously and filling the entire sky above the Forbidden City.

    This white air is pure and flawless, not contaminated with the slightest impurity, just like the silk spun by the spring silkworm. The strands of strands are close to each other and combined, and then weaved into a large piece.

    "Haoran is righteous, what a great righteousness!"

    Yan Chixia was full of praise, but under the influence of this white aura, the black, bloody, and evil aura that was swarming around him were all blocked.

    "Haoran's righteousness will not invade any evil!"

    "Ouch!"

    It seemed that he was aware of some unusual and dangerous atmosphere, and there was a muffled roar, as if coming from the ground, with an angry meaning.

    Hearing this roar, the imperial guards were frightened and stopped attacking one after another. They looked at each other blankly, not knowing what to do.

    Yan Chixia¡¯s expression tightened and he shouted: ¡°Swordsman, be careful, it¡¯s coming out.¡±

    Chen Jianchen knew in his heart what ¡°it¡± represented.

    It is Emperor Zhengming, but it is not "Emperor Zhengming" because Emperor Zhengming was taken away from him when he was young.  Now it is a ten-thousand-year-old spider spirit.

    The current emperor is a monster covered in painted skin who eats people without spitting out their bones.

    This is the truth of everything!

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