The poetic ghost Lu Xuanji!

Four hundred years ago, the articles were the best in the world, leading the style of Taikang's poetry, and was known as the "Panjiang, Land and Sea".

Four hundred years later, from Confucianism to Yin Cultivation, his cultivation became more and more profound, and his behavior became more and more unrestrained.

If a Confucian scholar who talks about etiquette and law, acting like this will naturally affect the state of mind, but Lu Xuanji has turned to Yin Cultivation without any obstacles.

On the contrary, as he let himself go, his poems became more and more imaginative.

There are even rumors that a peerless poem that caused a strange phenomenon in heaven and earth more than ten years ago was his retreat work.

Nowadays, the poetic ghost is even more open and magnificent. With the body of Yin Cultivation, he stepped into Haoran Academy, one of the nine immortal gates.

I saw a figure slowly landing in the air, which was the poetic ghost Lu Xuanji.

At this moment, Lu Xuanji was wearing a black robe, a white jade pendant hanging around his waist, a hint of evil on his face, a slightly raised corner of his mouth, and a rebellious smell in his eyes.

"Lu Xuanji?"

"It turned out to be him!"

As soon as Lu Xuanji landed, it immediately aroused everyone's exclamations.

"How could it be him?"

"The poetic ghost has disappeared for a long time, how could it suddenly appear?"

"Yes, is he going to do something again?"

"Four hundred years ago, that was a great scholar of a generation. Now he has become a sinister evil, which is really sad."

Although the Poetry Ghost disappeared for a long time after a brief appearance, he still left a lot of memories in the hearts of the world at that time.

Many big names present even knew the horror of the strength of the poetic ghost!

"Dean, I want to invite that person..."

"Need not."

President Song waved his hand, his national character face full of perseverance.

"This is my agreement with him."

"Dean..."

Lu Daru wanted to say something, but was stopped by Dean Song.

At that time, Lu Xuanji was a member of the Confucian sect and one of the strongest Confucian scholars in the Confucian sect. He was only one step away from entering the top third rank.

But Lu Xuanji was very ambitious at that time.

He was born in the Lu family in Jiangdong and his ancestors were the great governor of the Wu Kingdom. Lu Xuanji and several friends participated in the advocacy of the emerging Xuanmen, which was the unity of Confucianism and Taoism. He wanted to rule the entire Confucianism and turn the Confucianism into his subordinates. From then on, he became a figure like a sub-saint, and also wanted to become a god on land.

To this end, Lu Xuanji represented the Lu family in the Rebellion of the Seven Kings, led his troops as a literati, and led his troops to participate in the Sima family's civil war.

Unfortunately, Lu Xuanji was defeated by a peerless warrior who stood opposite him in the same era and died.

Some of the destiny is that after Sima's transit south, the Xuanmen that had vigorously resisted became the mainstream cultivation system of the Southern Dynasty, but Lu Xuanji did not see this scene.

After he was resurrected as a poetic ghost, he abandoned the strategy of using Lu as the foundation to expand the influence of Xuanmen, and instead had even more crazy ideas.

——Using Yin Cultivation combined with Xuanmen, we independently create a new cultivation system and realize the truth through this.

In this life and the past life, the poetic ghost Lu Xuanji are all undoubtedly geniuses, geniuses, and outstanding people in this world!

Because of this, at the beginning of Lu Xuanji's resurrection, several powerful people from the Confucian sect were forced to the extreme by Lu Xuanji.

Once Lu Xuanji really became a saint, even though he was once a Confucian sect and was once one of the founders of the Confucian sect, once he realized his crazy idea, the Confucian sect would be in danger, so they chose to join forces to suppress it.

Unfortunately, in the end, they still did not completely suppress Lu Xuanji and let him escape safely, because Lu Xuanji was too strong, so strong that they could not suppress even if they joined forces.

Moreover, the current poet Lu Xuanji is manic and moody. Although he does not kill people, he has countless means torture people to mental breakdown and becomes extremely dangerous.

"Poetry Ghost, Liushang Meeting, do you want to challenge me?"

At this time, a voice interrupted Lu Xuanji's thoughts. He came to his senses and looked at the person who was talking.

It was Shangguan Wan'er in a white robe.

"Good girl, courageous."

Lu Xuanji looked at the image in the air, laughed loudly, and praised.

However, the next moment he suddenly changed his face.

"But just you, I am not worthy of my Lu Xuanji challenge!"

Lu Xuanji's eyes suddenly became cold, and his tone was full of mockery.

Shangguan Wan'er raised her eyebrows and said, "I'm not here to provoke you, I just want to tell you the rules of the Liushang Poetry Club. As for whether you abide by it, that's your business."

"snort!"

Lu Xuanji snorted contemptuously and said, "I, Lu Xuanji, have been living all my life and have never been subject to any restrictions. You don't have to propose any rules and irregularities in front of me. I am here today, not for Liushang Poetry Conference, nor for you!"

"Shangguan Sheren, don't force him."

President Song suddenly stood up and said loudly.

Shangguan Wan'er was straight and unafraid, and said, "Director Song, let Wan'er give you a try. How much does this poetic ghost have?"

"Okay, OK, OK!"

Lu Xuanji looked crazy, but the next moment, he showed unspeakable sorrow.

It's hard to be doubtful,

Does he have any serious illness?

Lu Xuanji chanted with one step, and the yin energy in his body was swelling, and his whole body was like walking on an invisible ladder, rushing in the air.

"There are carriages and horses in the door, and they speak to their hometown. I miss you for a long time and have been wandering around the river and Hunan. I go to the door to the mat, and I can't wear clothes as much as my clothes. I hold my chest and cry with my guests, and I hide my tears and talk about the warmth and coolness. I ask about the country's tribes, and I feel sad about survival and death... Many relatives and friends are scattered, and old teeth are withered. The city and dynasty move together, and the city or hills are deserted. The tombs are full of sun and moon, and the pines and cypresses are lush."

The artistic conception in the air gradually emerged, while Lu Xuanji's artistic conception was larger than what everyone had presented before, and not only a little bigger, but more than ten times larger than Cui Shenye's artistic conception!

As Lu Xuanji continued to chant, his artistic conception was still expanding!

Moreover, everyone present, regardless of their cultivation level, felt an extremely sad feeling.

My hometown is full of hills and deserts, and the old house has become a ridge of tombs and beside pine and cypresses, leaving itself alone in the world, without relatives.

What's the point of living by yourself?

Many people's eyes were confused and even expressed their grief and disgust.

"How can life last forever if you believe in the way of heaven?

Generous is only for life, but only for sorrow."

As the last sentence fell, Shangguan Wan'er, who had swept the poetry meeting in an invincible manner, her artistic conception was directly assimilated and swallowed by Lu Xuanji!

Shangguan Wan'er fell to the ground with a pale face, and her white robe was covered with blood.

She looked at the hundreds of people present in horror, and a trace of undetectable death aura appeared on her body!

The power of the poetic ghost is so terrifying!

A poem can make hundreds of people, including practitioners of great rank, feel like they are lifeless and even have aspirations to die!

President Song was obviously targeted by Lu Xuanji, and the artistic conception swept towards him from the air.

A ruler appeared in Dean Song's hand.

Slap heavily at the palm of your hand,

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise in everyone's ears.

It seemed that the student who was sleeping in class was gently knocked by the teacher to wake up his sleeping heart with teaching aids.

"Poetry ghost, let's break the grudges between you and me."

President Song's national character was full of seriousness, and as he finished speaking, he said.

The guardian formation of Haoran Academy suddenly activated.

Countless lights hang down from the sky, forming an oval cover.

Chen Budu, who was watching the game, keenly realized that the academy seemed to have suddenly become another world, and the rules of the world had changed to a certain extent.

Facing the empty ferry, the poetic ghost Lu Xuanji who was already standing in the air.

President Song was also unwilling to be outdone, and walked up out of thin air with one step.
Chapter completed!