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Latest website: As the aura continues to gather, Wen Qi condenses to the point where it is visible to the naked eye. It is a vague figure holding a long sword. If you look closely, the figure is somewhat similar to Zhou An.

Zhou An is not sure what the situation is now. He can feel the changes in himself. His mystery is constantly increasing, and the swordsmanship is also rapidly evolving, with new changes.

Yue Li's expression changed, and he said to Zhou An: "This is a chance. His ability to enter the Tao through literature has a great relationship with you. If you enter the small courtyard to practice now, your cultivation will probably make great progress."

"And those literary figures probably won't reject you."

Zhou An looked in the direction of the small courtyard and asked, "Will this have any impact on him?"

Yue Li shook his head and said: "This is the gathering of the power of heaven and earth. Of course it will not have any impact on him, but ordinary people cannot get close to him. Those literary spirits will resist the approach of outsiders."

"Unless you use force to break Wen Qi, I'm afraid no one in the Imperial City would dare to do that."

Zhou An nodded and strode towards the direction of the courtyard. With the starlight spreading all around, he did not go in. Instead, he sat down cross-legged at the entrance of the courtyard. Seeing Xuchang suspended in mid-air in the courtyard, he used his literary spirit to remove his ordinary spirit and repair himself. In order to climb up step by step, from refining Qi to building foundation to golden elixir, and finally slowed down until becoming a god.

Zhou An borrowed the baptism of literary spirit to deduce the way of swordsmanship at an unimaginable speed.

With every improvement in swordsmanship, the rotten sword intention will become stronger, and his body will be further corrupted.

If this continues, it seems to be a dead end and he will always die.

However, Zhou An did not stop, and continued to deduce the way of swordsmanship. There was a trace of death in his eyes, and the skin on his hands began to wither.

Yue Li also noticed something was wrong and quickly called out to Zhou An: "Stop, stop, stop, you will die if you continue like this."

She wasn't sure what Zhou An's situation was now, but the breath of life was getting weaker and weaker, like a dying person who could only hold on for one breath.

Zhou An also felt the breath of death, but he gritted his teeth and did not stop. He had to fight, otherwise he would be dead. This was probably the only chance. He had to push the sword to the next level before dying.

Only by advancing the way of swordsmanship to the next level and fully mastering the corrupted sword will can he have a chance to survive.

Like being in a black quagmire, he sank deeper and deeper until he couldn't extricate himself, and then his consciousness began to blur.

At this time.

He heard a voice ringing in his ear.

"Brother Zhou, let me help you!"

It was Xuchang's voice.

Some of the literary energy actually gathered in the direction of Zhou An, and the lifeless energy on Zhou An's body began to fade away.

From this moment on, he has completely mastered the decadent sword intention. This is also the realm of swordsmanship that Dao Zhi Xiaocheng has attained.

Generally speaking, if you want to reach this level, you must be at least a monk in the integration stage. However, Zhou An relied on the baptism of literary spirit to deduce the way of swordsmanship to this point. The rust on the upper edge of the long sword began to fall off. Part of it reveals the sharp edge of the sword.

Zhou An opened his eyes suddenly, full of calmness, and his state of mind was tempered to a calm state. A small degree of success was almost the limit that his swordsmanship could reach.

With his current strength, he might be able to fight against the monks in the integration stage.

The starlight in the courtyard gradually dispersed, the sky was slightly brighter, and the night had passed.

Xuchang stood in the middle of the yard and looked at him, with a gentle smile on his face: "Brother Zhou, you're awake. Your state just now really worried me, but you managed to survive it."

Zhou An stood up from the ground, bowed his hands to Xuchang and said, "It's my turn to thank Brother Xu this time."

Xuchang waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no. I'm just doing it with a little effort. Brother Zhou has the talent of heaven and man. With his swordsmanship reaching such a level, I'm afraid he will be the best among the swordsmen in the world."

Although he didn't understand swordsmanship, he could feel that Zhou An's swordsmanship had reached a certain limit, almost the limit that a mortal could reach.

At this time, there was already a

There was a eunuch in yellow robes waiting, holding an imperial edict in his hand, followed by a group of soldiers wearing golden armor.

This eunuch seems to be very extraordinary, with cultivation at the stage of becoming a god.

He had already seen Xuchang coming out and shouted in a sharp voice: "Xuchang takes the order!"

Xuchang stepped forward without kneeling down, but nodded slightly.

The old eunuch slowly opened the imperial edict and read it aloud in a sharp voice: "Last night, the seven stars gathered together, and the Wenqu star appeared. Xu Chang, a born Confucian scholar, has been canonized as the right prime minister in response to the destiny of heaven."

Then he handed the imperial edict to Xuchang and said, "Prime Minister Xu, please follow me into the palace now. Your Majesty is waiting for you."

Xuchang looked at Zhou An aside, raised his hands and said, "Brother Zhou, I'll leave first if I have something else to do."

Zhou An nodded and watched Xuchang leave. At the same time, he felt that many eyes in the imperial capital were looking at him, some strong and some weak, most of them were monks in the god transformation stage.

Yue Li was still there, looking at Zhou An with a surprised expression: "Has your swordsmanship reached the level of Dao?"

Zhou An nodded and said calmly: "It should be like this. It was achieved inexplicably, which is a bit distressing."

Yue Li was amused by Zhou An's pretentious look and said angrily: "You just have to be cool."

Zhou An touched his stomach and said, "I'm a little hungry. Let's go have breakfast. How about I treat you to beef noodles? After all, you stood here all night, so it's compensation."

Yue Li benefited a lot, but it was far less than Zhou An. Even she was amazed by Zhou An's talent in swordsmanship. It was almost unprecedented and unprecedented. It was like walking up a ladder, climbing up every second. Every point is improving.

"Okay, beef noodle. I know there is a good shop, I will take you there." Yue Li said, carrying the flying sword and flying towards the north of the city with Zhou An.

At this time, what happened last night also shocked the entire imperial capital. At this time of transition between the old and the new, such a Confucian scholar appeared, which had a huge impact on all aspects, and might even change the succession of the throne.

When the Seven Stars gathered, the area where Xuchang was located had been completely closed, and no one was allowed to enter or leave. It was an area for mortals, and there were not many monks, so most people didn't understand the scene that night.

All I know is that besides Xuchang, there are two sword cultivators present, but which two sword cultivators are unknown.

"With your current strength, there should be no pressure to participate in the Immortal Competition." Yue Li said while eating noodles, with a vague expectation for Zhou An, as if he was watching the sun rise slowly this time.

Zhou An shook his head: "I probably didn't have any pressure before. There will never be anyone more powerful than you in the Immortal Competition."

"Just going through the motions."

Yue Li nodded, which seemed to agree with Zhou An's statement. If it was before, she would have reminded her that it is no longer necessary now. She was silent for a moment and said:

"I have to leave for a while for something, I hope you have already taken it when I come back."

Zhou An took a sip, raised his head and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Yue Li whispered: "The news from the sect is that there is indeed a problem in Qingzhou Tianji Pavilion, probably related to demons, so I need to go and deal with it."

Zhou An looked at her, and Yue Li looked at her at the same time. The two looked at each other, as if a breeze was passing by, and their moods were wavering.

A slight blush flashed across Yue Li's fair face, which was really pretty.

"Be careful." Zhou An didn't know what to say, so he could only say matter-of-factly: "Your Wushou sword is not invincible."

Yue Li's face stiffened and he said coldly: "Zhou An, I will make you look good when I come back!"

After saying that, she put down her chopsticks, stood up, wielded her sword, and flew away from the imperial city.

Zhou An looked at the empty sky with a helpless expression, feeling that Yue Li's temperament was always a little unclear, as if there was some kind of duality, jumping repeatedly between happy and unhappy.

"Boss, let's have another bowl of beef offal!"