Resurrection of Shinto

The breeze was blowing slowly.

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

In front of a mansion, a team of soldiers, dressed in armor, remained motionless, like a statue regardless of wind or rain.

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

The curtain of the official sedan was opened, and Li Jiawen stepped out from the sedan, with his hands on his back, standing outside the mansion, a soldier stepped forward, came to the mansion, and opened the door of the mansion.

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

On both sides of the yard are planted orange flowers. The most central location is a rockery. Next to the rockery is a lotus pond. The road paved with white marble is passing by the rockery and there is a bridge above the lotus pond.

Li Jiawen went unimpeded all the way until he reached a nine-story building in front of Jiuxiao.

Jiuxiao Tower was also guarded by guards. About hundreds of guards were fully armed. The armor wrapped people in it. Only a pair of eyes and mouth were exposed outside, like an iron man.

The guards stepped aside and saluted Li Jiawen. Li Jiawen walked into the Jiuxiaolou, climbing the stairs of the Jiuxiaolou step by step, and walked forward step by step until he reached the ninth floor.

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

Fan Wencheng has disheveled hair, disheveled clothes, and holding a hip flask in his hand. He is sleeping soundly.

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

The sun is west, and the sky has already produced a fiery red color.

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

Fan Wencheng slept for most of the day, Li Jiawen also waited for most of the day, covering his forehead, Fan Wencheng shook his head slightly, sat up slowly, raised his head and saw Li Jiawen standing in front of him, standing with his hands.

In Fan Wencheng's red and swollen eyes, the figure of Li Jiawen was reflected, and a sneer appeared on his face. He grabbed the jug that had fallen on the side and shook it slightly. The jug was empty.

One stretched out his hand, and the hip flask placed on the corner of the wall had floated up and fell directly into Fan Wencheng's hands. He opened the hip flask and took a sip of the drink. Fan Wencheng watched Li Jiawen preach indifferently: "Three years."

"I faded out of the court in the first year and detained here for the next two years. You downplay my influence. Now the time is ripe. This is about to send me on the road."

Fan Wencheng's tone was very flat, as if he was telling things that were irrelevant to him.

Li Jiawen did not deny it, nodded slowly, and preached with approval: "After all, you Fan Wencheng was recognized by the world's Confucian scholars, thinking it is the hope of literary and Taoism, and a semi-sage who has been in charge of literary and Taoism for many years."

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

"I want to gather Wen Dao Qi Luck and board the Immortal Dao. I will never allow Wen Dao Qi Luck to be lost again and be acquired by you, which may cause me failure.

"So I still ask you to die."

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

Fan Wencheng appeared bitter, and he was plundered by the one in front of him.

In the past three years, every night, why do you think about it?

To this day, Fan Wencheng has analyzed clearly that he can have today because he is too ambitious.

Every day I think about the independence of Wen Dao, separate from the Imperial Dao, and stand on its own.

In this way, Wen Dao has unlimited potential in the future, and I can continue to make progress. At this time of great controversy in the revival of spiritual energy, I can break the limitations of Wen Dao and become the ancestor of Wen Dao.

Wen Dao wanted to break away from the Emperor Dao, and the Emperor Dao was the first to not allow it. He was not mature enough and did not hide this point. Eventually, he was spotted by the Emperor, and the Emperor directly started.

Being robbed of a good fortune, and the emperor's hands, has always left no troubles.

The emperor personally took him away, and then he personally detained him, not giving himself a chance to stand up.

One year later, I looked so strict, and finally faded out of the court, set up a large formation and dispatched elite soldiers, and Xu Yuan personally deployed here.

Xu Yuan's status is not low, and his brother is the head of Xuanjingsi.

Erxu was a famous general of the Great Chu, and he fought for the Great Chu and made great military exploits for the Great Chu. These characters personally sat in town, and the emperor suppressed all their vitality.

Looking to the front of Li Jiawen, this one ruined the opportunity of Wendao independence.

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

Most of the three-foot long sword was submerged in the plank, and the rest swayed constantly, making a buzzing sound.

Li Jiawen preached plainly: "Take it for yourself and leave the last decent."

Fan Wencheng stretched out his hand and grabbed the three-foot long sword~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Looking at Li Jiawen, his tone was full of hatred and said, "You are a criminal of Wendao!"

"You are sorry Wen Dao, one day, one day, you will be liquidated by the Wen Dao scholars."

Li Jiawen's demeanor remained unchanged and calmly preached: "All of my gains are bestowed by the emperor. I am right from your majesty, and right from the master."

"Wen Dao is too high, it has nothing to do with me, as long as the great Chu prosper is enough."

Fan Wencheng's face changed, and a miserable color appeared, and he preached in a stern tone: "After all, you are a slave to the emperor's way, and your life is limited."

Fan Wencheng grasped the three-foot long sword in his palm, his hands trembling constantly, and the three-foot long sword also trembled.

Looking at Li Jiawen, the fierce and hostile color disappeared in a flash. The opponent is the first assistant of the great Chu, and he is in charge of the literary way. After three years of accumulation, he has a shocking character. Fan Wencheng is far from an opponent and has never been insulted by himself.

With a three-foot long sword in his hand, he swiped it toward his neck.

Blood splashed all over, and finally the muttering words sounded: "Wen and Dao cannot be independent, after all, it is hard to hate!"

Li Jiawen watched the corpse gradually become cold and lost all his vitality. Fan Wencheng raised his head and looked to the sky. Although it was daylight, Li Jiawen also watched that Wenqu star.

Mumbled preaching: "In this world of great controversy, the immortal Buddha is recovering, and the world is in turmoil. If you want independent writing, Fan Wencheng, you are too high."

"The powerful immortal Buddha hit, the sky collapsed, and it is not easy to live. It is the time when the group is warming up. The imperial Dao based on the two ways of civil and military is far from the immortal Buddha. How can Wen Dao be independent."

"In the future, the fairy Buddha will rise suddenly, and the demons will be raging. This will be the brilliant world."

"If your eyes are limited to this, you are destined to lose."

"Da Chu is extraordinary Chu, it is Xian Chu and Tian Chu."

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