The red horse ran very fast, but after all, it was just an ordinary horse. It was far inferior to the ordinary wildebeest in the temple that Su Lin had seen before, let alone the golden horse of the wildebeest king.

After catching up with her horse, Su Lin left Fengle County gate and saw Zhao Shuang riding a black horse galloping towards Jian'an Mansion from a distance.

"Su Lin, this time you will escape. But my Zhao family will not give up! Don't think that writing poems about the country can confront my great scholarly family!"

Zhao Shuang also heard the sound of horse hooves chasing behind her, turned around and shouted fiercely at Su Lin, "I, Zhao Shuang, sooner or later, I will let you be stepped on by me. And your sister Su Ru, one day, I will be happy under my crotch! Haha..."

"This is your own death! Zhao Shuang, don't think you are the grandson of the great scholar. I, Su Lin, dare not kill you!"

This time, Su Lin's eyes were full of murderous intent, "If you cut the grass without eradicating the roots, the spring breeze will grow again." Even in this Confucian and Taoist world, a country that emphasizes "benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness" is still the prey of the weak. Without strength, one will be bullied. With strength, one must kill all the factors that lead to danger and hidden dangers with his own hands.

You pay attention to benevolence and righteousness to these people, but they will fight back whenever they have the chance. This time, the disaster of her sister Su Ru made Su Lin completely calm down and change her mentality.

"Hmph! Want to kill me? Su Lin, do you dare? Besides, can the red horse under your crotch chase my Qianli horse?"

After a few bangs, Zhao Shuang whipped the black horse of Qianli under her crotch. She laughed proudly and then whipped away.

It is obvious that the Qianli horse under Zhao Shuang's crotch is much faster than Su Lin's jujube horse. Seeing that Zhao Shuang was about to turn into a black dot and disappear at the end of the plain, Su Lin said anxiously: "The Qianli horse under Zhao Shuang is a horse that travels thousands of miles a day. With the speed of the Cjube horse, he will definitely not catch up with him. However, this time, we can't let the tiger return to the mountain anymore!"

The holy power surged in Su Lin's wisdom orifice, and in the sea of ​​wisdom, the tide of thought surged in waves. After thinking about it carefully, he used the holy power as the sound and said sternly: "The horse made Lu Feifei, and the bow was as fast as a thunderbolt!"

This is the holy power spell "fast horse whip". As soon as Su Lin finished speaking, the holy power in his wisdom turned into a breeze whip, whipping the jujube red horse, and even integrating into the body of the jujube red horse, stimulating the potential of the jujube red horse, and immediately increased the speed of the jujube red horse by 30%.

"Zhao Shuang! I see where you are going to run this time?"

The red horse sounded a loud horse, and in a short while, it caught up with Zhao Shuang's Qianliju. He glared at Zhao Shuang, and lifted the Tianya Demon-killing Pen in Su Lin's hand heavily, and then he whispered a little to the neck of Qianliju under Zhao Shuang's crotch.

Qianlijiao whined, and his whole handsome horse flew out, foaming at his mouth and unable to move. Zhao Shuang was also thrown out and fell heavily to the ground. The mud on the ground was splashed all over. A handsome young man now had a disheveled hair and was in a mess. He hurriedly got up from the ground, staring at Su Lin in horror, and shouted at Su Lin at the top of his lungs: "Su Lin, what do you want to do? If you...you dare to kill me! The Zhao family will not spare you, and the Wu Dynasty's punishment order will bring you to justice!"

While crawling in the muddy wild ground, Zhao Shuang wanted to continue running away. But Su Lin didn't give him this opportunity at all. He jumped off the horse's back. The Tianya Demon-killing Pen in his hand flashed with the light of the shining holy power. He took the pen and drew a circle. With a move of the holy power magic power of "drawing the ground into a prison" directly imprisoned Zhao Shuang.

"This... the magical power that can be used by scholars and literary positions, you... how can you?"

Being imprisoned by Su Lin's paintings, Zhao Shuang wanted to escape from this holy prison circle, but as soon as she touched the boundary, she was bounced back like an electric shock. She looked at Su Lin in even more horror and shouted incredibly: "Su Lin, are you... a scholar? No... impossible! No matter how genius is, it is impossible!"

When drawing the ground as a prison, the requirements for holy power must be at least ten bricks to be used. Therefore, usually only those who are above the scholar’s ​​position can use the pen as punishment, and use the holy power as the boundary, and keep people unmoved in a small area.

Su Lin's holy bricks have reached fourteen now, and a poem that is under the capital is rewarded with nine. With the previous minus consumption, the fourteen holy bricks have been more than four more than ordinary scholars. No wonder Zhao Shuang was so frightened.

In just a few days, Su Lin transformed from Su Mutou, who was not enlightened and allowed to plunder himself, to become a peerless genius who could not produce a whole Tianren Continent for thousands of years. Now Su Lin's holy power surged, staring at him majestic, with a murderous aura in his eyes, which really scared Zhao Shuang and truly felt the threat of death.

"How is it impossible? Zhao Shuang is so short-sighted! Did the grandson of a great scholar like you think that one day he would be stepped on by me, a scholar son? When you were dealing with Ru'er, did you not expect that I, Su Lin, would have a day to come back alive?"

Su Lin snorted coldly and walked to Zhao Shuang step by step. Zhao Shuang was extremely desperate. He has always claimed to be the pride of heaven since he was a child, and his future path of Confucianism and Taoism was completely arranged by his family. With his family background and talent, his future achievements will be at least Grand Secretary and Hanlin. If there is a little adventure, he can even become the second great Confucian of the Zhao family.

But now, Su Lin robbed the case of the case only in his childhood, and now he is completely crushed by Su Lin.

Under the threat of death, Zhao Shuang no longer had the self-esteem of a great scholar's legitimate grandson. She was trapped in the painting yard as a prison by Su Lin. Any of his demeanor and dignity disappeared at this moment. Under the pressure of Su Lin step by step, she lowered her high head, knelt on the ground, begged Su Lin, and said: "Su Lin! I... I was wrong! I shouldn't be against you... I shouldn't be troubled by you! Bless me! Bless me... don't kill me! You... If you kill me... I'm found out, you will also be wanted by the State of Wu and the Temple..."

"In this wilderness, even if I kill you! Zhao Shuang, do you think anyone knows?"

Seeing Zhao Shuang's pleading, Su Lin was full of disdain. Although this place is a Confucian and Taoist world above thought, there are still too many classes and families, and there are also playboys like Zhao Shuang. Their so-called enlightenment thoughts and demeanor are all superficial disguises and cannot withstand the test of life and death at all.

Thoughts have depth. It seems that some truths can be understood and understood when you say them, but they cannot truly understand them and become your motto for dealing with people in life.

"In the Tianren Continent, Kaizhi's remarks are just the immature understanding of children. Only by constantly deepening their understanding and practice of Kaizhi's remarks on the road of pursuing the peak of thought can we obtain a higher level of literature and profound thoughts. External powers like the imperial examination system can only be improved to a Jinshi at most, so when we reach a senior student, we must use the heart-stone to ask questions. Only by truly breaking through and practicing Kaizhi's remarks from the heart, can we truly be a Confucian scholar who can truly separate from the country and belong to ourselves..."

Seeing Zhao Shuang kneeling down and begging for mercy, Su Lin had a deeper understanding of Confucianism and Taoism and the ideological and literary positions in his heart. He also became more vigilant, because in this way, before the Grand Secretary’s literary position, the thoughts and foundation of Confucianism were extremely easily shaken, and were also very easily invaded by negative thoughts and emotions such as jealousy, hatred, utilitarianism, etc. Zhao Shuang and Zhao Zhi were the best examples.

Dada dada...

At this moment, there was a sound of horse hooves coming in the distance. The person who came even used the holy power spell, which was a white thousand-mile horse. The people on the horse's back were extremely anxious, especially when they saw Zhao Shuang kneeling on the ground, they glared at Su Lin and said, "Su Lin! What are you going to do? Do you still want to kill someone?"

"Cousin! Save me... I don't want to die... Su Lin, the devil, he... locked me up for the prison with the paintings, and wanted to kill me even more! Cousin, save me!"

When Zhao Shuang saw that the person coming was his cousin Huang Tong, she immediately shouted excitedly. When Huang Tong saw Zhao Shuang's hair disheveled and his clothes were in a state of dishevel, she felt ache in her heart, and she stared at Su Lin even more jealously. However, he also knew that Su Lin was a genius who could write poems in the country, and the holy bricks in the wisdom hole were much more than others. If Su Lin really wanted to do something in this wilderness, he would not have the ability to stop him, and he might even put him on.

Therefore, at this time, Huang Tong could only use his famous debate to threaten and persuade Su Lin: "Su Lin! Zhao Shuang is the Tongsheng Wentao personally granted by the Temple. If you dare to kill him, you will be wanted by the Wu State law. As long as I inform the temple of this news, after verification, the Holy Punishment Department will naturally send a prisoner to destroy your Wentao Zhihai and detain you in the temple prison. You will never be able to make a comeback in your life!"

"Oh? Huang Tong, do you think I want to kill Zhao Shuang?"

Su Lin laughed, shook his head and said disdainfully, "Killing him is simply dirty my hand. I caught up with him, but I just want to share good news with him!"

“What good news?”

Huang Tong and Zhao Shuang on the ground both spoke in surprise and suspicion. They all looked at Su Lin strangely, and were wondering what Su Lin was doing. Zhao Shuang and Su Lin are mortal enemies, so how could Su Lin share good news with him?

"By the way! Huang Tong, you have witnessed this good news with your own eyes. But I don't think you have told your dear cousin Zhao Shuang and Grand Master Zhao yet?"

Su Lin sneered and pointed at Zhao Shuang on the ground and said, "Zhao Shuang! You use Ran Zicheng's "Theory of Wealth, Poverty, and Humble" to enlighten you. Have you ever known that his "Theory of Wealth, Poverty, and Humble" holy brick has been defeated by me! His absurd theories and misinterpretation of the saint's words as the basis, how can it be a good strategy to defend the country? You use such evil and heretics to open your mind and ask yourself! Are you worthy of being a descendant of a great Confucian scholar? Are you worthy of being a child-generated Confucian scholar?"

After several consecutive questions, Su Lin's words hit Zhao Shuang's heart heavily, making the sea of ​​wisdom in his eyebrows turn upside down. The sea of ​​thought, which was not much, was evaporated, and the signs of the crypt were vaporated.

"No! Su Lin, you are actually punishing my cousin Zhao Shuang... You are so cruel!" Huang Tong saw Su Lin's intention at a glance and hurriedly shouted, "Zhao Shuang! Keep your heart! Don't be successful by his trick!"

"Cousin! I... is what he said true? Ran Hanlin's "Theory of Wealth, Poverty and Humbleness" really misinterpreted the saint's remarks? Is it really defeated by Su Lin, a mere boy?"

Zhao Shuang's face was ashes, her entire Zhihai was shaking, and she was as dull as a walking corpse.

"This..." Huang Tong was speechless, and he didn't dare to tell Zhao Shuang the truth.

However, not saying it would be like a default. Zhao Shuang knew that what Su Lin was talking about was the fact, and her heart was immediately dead as if the light was gone. The entire water of the mind of the sea of ​​wisdom was instantly hollowed out, and the wisdom orifice slowly closed, and she could no longer withstand this major blow. As the thought was hollowed out, the soul was instantly destroyed, and she was actually completely killed by Su Lin's heart.

"No... cousin!" Seeing Zhao Shuang's wise orifices closed, her eyes were white, and blood was coming from her seven orifices. Huang Tong's eyes were about to split, and she rushed forward to hug Zhao Shuang's body, and shouted hatred at Su Lin, "Sulin! You kill him! You kill Zhao Shuang! The Zhao family and the Huang family are with you! You will never stop until they die!"

"I didn't kill him!"

Su Lin turned around and sneered, "You can't live if you commit suicide!"

(ps: Sorry! I took the train back to Shanghai last night. I just arrived this morning and went to bed very late! So I didn’t have time to explain it to you. There is another chapter that will be later! Try to post before twelve o’clock! In addition, I sincerely thank many readers who encouraged and supported Duanmu in the book review area, including some pirated book reading software. Duanmu also went up to read it, left a message, and saw the support of readers! I was more motivated to write it! This book will be written with great care. As for some bloody and unreasonable aspects, Duanmu really tried his best to avoid it! But there are inevitably some incomplete aspects. I hope everyone can understand and forgive them!)
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