Identify your weaknesses and you will be successful in everything you do.
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Give it a try? Xu Jinghui was in a trance.
Once upon a time, he was also bewitched by the rhetoric of fighting for himself, and was bewitched and got on the ancestor's pirate ship!
wrong.
He was different then. He had been forced into a desperate situation. If he didn't agree to the ancestor, he would die...
Xu Jinghui tried desperately to make amends for himself, unwilling to admit that he had been fooled, but when he thought about the possibility that the outcome would be worse than death, he wanted to cry but had no tears. How could things have come to this? The Seed Plan, the Human Emperor Plan, the Wenxin Wudan...
Which one is true? Xu Jinghui's mind was in a mess. He looked at Doug standing there, and a strange idea came to his mind. Maybe there was no seed plan at all, and everything was stirred up by this ancestor! Once this idea came up, he could no longer suppress it.
He even had the urge to rush back to Longhu Mountain and confront Xu Jinkui, Qingluan, and everyone else. He wanted to see what was true and what was false. If it was really Duger who was stirring up the storm, there might be a chance to make amends...
No matter how good the Tao rhyme is, it is not as important as being alive! The madman is dancing on the edge of a knife with Doug...
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The court was eerily quiet!
The secrets revealed by Doug were so shocking that everyone's scalp tingled, their souls trembled, and at the same time they were fascinated.
It turns out that the Human Emperor was as famous as the Immortal Emperor in ancient times?
It turns out that the civil and military generals have the heart and courage to fight against the gods...
It turns out that the reason why the human race has fallen into such a state until now is because of the Immortal Emperor’s frame-up. The high and mighty Immortal Emperor turned out to be a despicable villain...
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"I don't believe it." Chi Muzhi said with red eyes, "Without any evidence, who knows whether what you said is true or false?"
"Here is the evidence..." Du Ge mobilized his divine power and lifted the old emperor He Yanzhao into the air again. Looking at the struggling He Yanzhao, he said, "In ancient times, the dragon veins relied on the human emperor for survival. How could it be like now, after losing the dragon veins, the so-called emperor is no different from a lamb to be slaughtered? How can such a waste be qualified to rule the human dynasty..."
Woo woo!
He Yanzhao kept struggling.
Before, he was aroused by Doug's words and his blood was boiling. Now that Doug had trampled on his dignity, the resentment in his heart arose again in an instant.
What does the glory of the human race have to do with him?
No matter how glorious his throne is, it will come to an end!
Only by maintaining the current situation can he continue to enjoy this supreme power...
…
Chi Muzhi and others looked at He Yanzhao who was held hostage by Du Ge, but they no longer had the anger they had just felt, and instead fell into silence.
yes!
The royal family has always been protected by the dragon veins, and everyone believes that this is God's blessing on the human dynasty.
But without this layer of protection, the emperor was controlled by others. They suddenly realized that in front of the monks, even the emperor who dominated the fate of countless people was just a lamb to be slaughtered! How could he govern the world if he couldn't even protect his own life?
Bang! He Yanzhao was thrown down by Du Ge and rolled down at Du Ge's feet in a mess.
Du Ge stood there, handsome and elegant, forming a sharp contrast with the embarrassed He Yanzhao.
He glanced at the ministers below the stage and asked: "Are you willing to accept the abdication now?"
No one in the Golden Palace answered.
Many people turned their eyes to Prime Minister Chi Muzhi, waiting for his decision.
"Prime Minister Chi, you speak." Doug looked at Chi Muzhi and asked.
"Why choose the Crescent Moon Kingdom?" Chi Muzhi asked in a hoarse voice.
All the great righteousness has been blocked.
After much thought, he could only ask this question. He had to find a reason to refute the other party.
He is already old, and even if he ignores the interests of the human race, he can still live a peaceful and happy life. Instead, he is involved in this so-called Human Emperor Plan and the struggle between big men, which may not end well for him.
He couldn't give up his wealth and glory to fight for future generations...
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"The Crescent Moon Country is just a pilot project. After it succeeds, it will move outward and gradually expand to the entire Eastern Divine Land and the entire human world." Doug said.
"Can we master the so-called method of literary mind and martial courage?" Chi Muzhi asked again.
"Okay." Doug looked at him and nodded.
"How to practice?" Chi Mu was shocked and asked.
"To cultivate literary spirit, one must establish a literary mind." Du Ge said, "Writing books and writing articles, maintaining peace and governing the country, and communicating the destiny of the world can condense the literary mind.
Wenxin has nine grades from one to nine, with the first grade being the strongest and the ninth grade being the weakest.
The first rank corresponds to the Golden Immortal, and the ninth rank corresponds to the Qi Refiner. If one cultivates the literary mind to the extreme and is recognized by the Human Emperor, he can be called a literary saint, and his reputation will last for centuries, and he will be honored in the Imperial Temple, which is equivalent to the Hunyuan Saint in the Immortal Realm. "
When Duger matched the literary mind with the realm of cultivation, the civil servants present suddenly became excited.
They opposed the Human Emperor Plan because they were worried that the monks would take power and overthrow them. Now that they had the qualifications to fight against the monks, it seemed that supporting the Human Emperor was not a bad idea.
Chi Muzhi trembled slightly and asked, "Can Wenxin achieve immortality?"
All the civil servants' eyes were focused on Doug.
"I can break through the realm." Du Ge said confidently, "In ancient times, the sages of literature could live as long as the heaven and earth."
Gulp!
There was a sound of swallowing saliva in the court.
There is nothing more tempting than immortality. Chi Muzhi asked in a trembling voice: "What magical power does Wen Xin have?"
As a prime minister, he must make things clear. He cannot be fooled by a few words and rush to his death in a rush of enthusiasm.
"I don't know what his specific magical powers are, but I know from the inheritance that Emperor Donghua received." Du Ge looked around at everyone, "With talent, his poems can kill enemies. One line of 'The vast sea is covered with ice a hundred feet high' can freeze the ice a hundred feet high'. One line of 'Iron horses and icy rivers come into dreams' can make thousands of troops enter other people's dreams. One line of 'A waterfall falls three thousand feet straight down, it seems like the Milky Way falls from the sky' can draw the water of a waterfall down from the sky..."
Hiss! The civil servants present took a deep breath, and the scene described by Doug naturally emerged in their minds, and their hearts surged for a moment.
They are not familiar with spiritual practice, but they are familiar with poetry!
Apart from anything else, the line "The waterfall plunges three thousand feet" is enough to arouse people's imagination. This line of poetry might have been written by an ancient literary saint!
"Does it have to be a poem written by myself?" asked the Minister of Personnel. He was not good at poetry and was worried that he would not be able to catch up with this wave of benefits, so he was a little anxious.
"If everyone has to write their own poems, how can the literary spirit last long?" Doug smiled and said, "When fighting against the enemy, you can naturally use the poems written by others, but you must be able to withstand the literary energy consumed by the poems."
"How to improve literary spirit and literary temperament?" someone else asked.
"Of course, it's writing poems, lyrics and articles. If the poems and articles are recognized by heaven and earth, the literary spirit will be poured into the body." Du Ge said, "If there is no way to practice, how can the human race survive in the ancient times? How can we compete with the monsters, the cultivators, and billions of ghosts..."
The more Duger spoke, the more it sounded real. Xu Jinghui frowned frequently, as if he saw a real scene of a human literary saint taking up his pen to bring peace to the world.
Could it be that everything he said was true? Was the Seed Project due to the inheritance of the Human Emperor?
Yes, if the Human Emperor’s ability is not enough to compete with the Immortal Emperor, how can the people behind the organization dare to resist the Immortal Emperor?
Xu Jinghui convinced himself again, and his restless heart calmed down again.
He still didn't believe that Emperor Donghua had just inherited the legacy of the Human Emperor! The Imperial Master and other cultivators looked at each other, their mouths dry, and they felt that the world was really going to change.
Amidst the whispers.
Doug looked at his flashing personal panel. Below the keyword "persuasion", a new skill appeared: " The more people believe in what you say and the wider it spreads, the greater the chance that it will become a fact."
Doug's emotions had been very stable, but after seeing this new skill, he finally couldn't hold it anymore and his heart started beating fast.
Damn it!
Isn't this just saying what you mean and what you say? It's even more amazing than the original "one move affects the whole body"...
The most impressive thing about what he said in this world was not his literary and martial courage, but his identity as a demon who was as famous as the Taoist Ancestor...
Once he can prove that identity and then prove his identity as the Human Emperor, he will truly have the strength to compete with the Dao Ancestor and the Immortal Emperor.
The most important thing is that he can use this skill to trap his enemies! Weaken the Dao Ancestor, the Immortal Emperor, and the demon clan, and kill or maim those strongest ones. In this world, he will be the only one who can rule!
but.
Doug was a little skeptical about the effectiveness of this skill. If the skills of Pan-Universe Entertainment Company could directly weaken and defeat enemies like Daozu.
Then what else can he use to fight against Pan Universe?
It would be better for him to just apply directly. With his qualifications, he would definitely do better working for Pan-Universe Entertainment than other alien warriors.
Seeing this new powerful skill, Doug was very conflicted. He wanted this skill to be strong, but he also wanted this skill to be weak...
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"Can we only fight with poetry?" Chi Muzhi's voice interrupted Doug's thoughts.
"The stronger the level of Wenxin, the more eloquent one will be, and the more likely one will be able to annihilate the enemy on the battlefield." Doug glanced at him and continued to perfect the setting of Wenxin, "This is what is called verbal and written criticism."
The skill of speaking the truth requires many people to believe in it before it has a chance of becoming a reality.
so.
It is necessary for him to make the rules he formulated perfect and rigorous so that no one can find fault with them.
If you continue to talk nonsense like before, using people and then abandoning them, you can only gain temporary benefits but not long-term benefits.
"Where is Wudan?" General Qiu Shiwang couldn't help asking after seeing so many civil officials discussing Wenxin enthusiastically.
"The literary mind communicates with the heaven and earth, while the martial courage strengthens oneself. The literary mind and martial courage assist the emperor, who communicates with the heaven and earth and feeds back to the civil and military officials. The two sides complement each other and are indispensable." Doug has read too many novels on Earth, so the settings come up with them casually. "The literary mind has nine levels, and the martial courage has ten levels.
A warrior is the lowest, a martial saint is the highest. To become a martial saint, one’s head reaches up to the sky, and one’s feet step on the earth. One does not respect the heavens, and one cannot defeat ghosts and gods.
In ancient times, there was the god of war Xingtian, whose head was chopped off, and whose nipples were eyes and whose navels were mouths. He waved his battle axe with both hands, and still killed nine Daluo Jinxians. There was the Golden Crow in the chaotic world, with ten suns in the sky, and there was the bow god Houyi, who bent his bow and shot arrows at nine suns in a row.
There was the God of War Gonggong, who refused to accept the Immortal Emperor's suppression of the human race, and broke the Optimus Prime by himself, shaking the roots of the earth. From then on, the sky was upside down and the earth tilted...
This is the power of the Martial Saint!"
After reaching Wenxin, the realm of Martial Saint aroused the excitement of all the generals, who only wished they could become Martial Saints immediately and shake the world.
The Imperial Master and other cultivators were dumbfounded. They had already believed most of it in their hearts. If the human race was only supported by the Human Emperor, how could they compete with the Immortal Emperor?
After adding Wen Xin Wu Dan, it immediately became much more reasonable! But the more reasonable it was, the more scared they were!
If we don't handle it right, there will really be a river of blood...
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"I wonder what the ten realms of martial saint are?"
"Martial man, military soldier, military hero, military general..."
"The ancient human race was so powerful, why is there no information about it left today?"
"This is the despicable nature of the Immortal Emperor. After framing the Human Emperor and exterminating all the elites of the human race, the Immortal Emperor rebuilt the scriptures, destroyed the scriptures and exterminated the Tao. The bloody suppression of generation after generation has led to the current situation, and the human race has been completely brought under the rule of the Heavenly Court."
"Emperor Donghua is a Daluo Jinxian, the descendant of the Human Emperor. Why should an immortal be in charge?"
"Emperor Donghua is also a human who became an immortal, so why can't he be the Emperor of Man? Moreover, the appearance of the inheritance of the Emperor of Man is the result of destiny. The Emperor calculated that the inheritance of the Emperor of Man is divided into nine places, just like nine sons competing for the throne. The final Emperor of Man may not necessarily be Emperor Donghua."
Because of the new skills, Doug finally left himself a loophole. All the settings were made by him, and he is the only one who can become the final Human Emperor.
Why should he let Emperor Donghua, whom he had never even met, take advantage of him for nothing? He could only take the blame.
The more loopholes you leave, the more credible it will be.
Otherwise, with only one Emperor Donghua, how could he get a group of strangers to work for him?
To fight against the Immortal Emperor, you really have to risk your life!
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Seeing more and more people joining the discussion on Wenxin Wudan, He Yanzhao closed his eyes in pain. The situation was hopeless and everything was over.
"You're talking so much, but everything is just a hypothesis. You didn't even mention how to comprehend the literary mind!"
The one who shared the same idea as He Yanzhao was the crown prince He Chengyu. He was already tired of fighting with his brothers, and suddenly an outsider showed up and took all the blame. No one could bear it! "First, the emperor must reestablish the human tradition, and then the literary and martial spirits can be revived." Du Ge glanced at the crown prince and continued to perfect the setting, "Otherwise, why would I come to the New Moon Kingdom?"
"With nothing, you want the whole New Moon Nation to fight for you?" He Chengyu responded, "The Immortal Court is so powerful that even the literary saints who are as long-lived as the sky and the martial saints who are as tall as the sky have failed. Why do you want to let these unarmed civil and military officials die for an illusory dream?"
Douge looked at He Chengyu coldly and said sternly, "Prince, why do you think the human race can stand tall and firm in these three realms?"
“……” The prince was stunned.
"The ancestors of mankind did not have sharp claws and fangs, nor did they have unparalleled talents. They were not as good as immortals, nor as good as monsters." Duger said, "But they had an unyielding heart. In ancient times, there was the human emperor Shennong, who tasted hundreds of herbs to find food for the human race, and eventually died from the herb of heartbreak.
There was the Human Emperor Xuanyuan, who led his army to fight against the demon god Chiyou in the Central Plains, and drove the demons into the Ten Thousand Mountains, thus finding a place for the human race to survive; there was Xingtian dancing with his halberd, and there was Houyi shooting down nine suns...
The human race was able to grow and develop because it was fought for, it was snatched, it was gained through the blood and sacrifice of countless ancestors, and it was won by fighting against the sky, against the demons, against the immortals, sword by sword and gun by gun.
At that time, they did not seek any benefits or stability. What are you talking about now, whether to die or not?
This is how the backbone of the human race was broken. A coward like you is only fit to be kept in captivity and become a begging pig or sheep! If you don't have a heart of sacrifice and dedication, you won't be able to awaken even if you have literary and military courage...
Moreover, who says there is no benefit? The human race is reviving, and the position of the literary saint and martial saint is vacant. Now is the best opportunity. My coming to the New Moon Nation is your good fortune."
He Chengyu was speechless after being ridiculed by Du Ge. Her pretty face turned red and she glared at Du Ge angrily, but she couldn't say a word in rebuttal.
"Since ancient times, everyone has to die, but I will leave behind a loyal heart to shine in history. These are the words left by a literary saint when he passed away in ancient times."
Du Ge looked at His Highness and his ministers, standing straight. "Everyone, today I am standing here to ask you, are you willing to continue to linger on, continue to be a maggot with a broken spine, or are you willing to stand up, swing your sword to the sky for the revival of the human race, and become a person who will be remembered in history."
Everyone is mortal since ancient times, but I will leave my loyalty to shine in history? Chi Muzhi muttered this poem, looked at the red-faced prince, and thought about Prince Duan who died for power. The blood in his heart was suddenly ignited. If he could get the title of a literary saint, this life would be enough.
But before he could take that step.
A newly recruited assistant minister suddenly stood up and said with red eyes: "My Lord, I am willing to fight for the human race."
"I would like to do that, too."
"I would like to do that, too."
"I would like to do that, too."
After someone took the lead, the officials in the court who still had passion in their hearts stood up one after another, not only for their ideals, but also for a chance to leave their names in history, and even more for the vacant position of the Saint of Literature and Saint of Martial Arts as Du Ge had mentioned.
(End of this chapter)