Inventory scene: The sword comes to cut through the thirty-three heavens

Chapter 108 The Most Holy Prophet!!

In the picture, a sword cuts through the night, illuminating the sky like daylight, and passing away in a flash.

Then the bronze sword fell to earth.

The people of the Kyushu Continent saw it at a glance.

It was the bronze sword of the emperors of all generations, slashing the heavens.

At the same time, in a courtyard, the first cry representing the birth of a baby resounded through the air.

Immediately afterward, he had no other voice.

Everyone on the Kyushu continent saw the situation and was puzzled.

“Is this the reincarnation of the human emperor?”

“Emperor Ren, will you continue to fight for the heavens and luck for my human race?”

Many people have a huge question in their minds.

Win Zheng’s eyes are like fire, and he is charged to see the wild lookout.

“Human Emperor, will you still cut down the heavens for my human race?”

A huge question also appeared in Gai Nie’s mind around him.

“Emperor Ren, will you still cut down the heavens?”

Win Zheng responded lightly, no longer speaking.

Zhu Yuanzhang felt both ways.

“O human emperor, will he still cut down the heavens?”

With the appearance of this picture straight, Hong Jiu’s figure also gradually exuded a Confucian aura.

Ever since Hong’s picture appeared, he had entered this realm of mysterious and mysterious enlightenment.

No one knows what exactly happened.

The little maid was startled and wanted to inquire, but did not dare to interrupt.

In desperation, he had to stand by and wait for Hong Jiu to wake up by himself.

The picture changes in the sky and the baby grows up.

It’s just that every day he looks in the direction of the sword.

Gradually, the baby has grown up.

He would go through the books he could read at home.

From time to time, on the wall of the home, I write and draw.

But when the people of later generations saw those things, they were all shocked.

For no other reason than that, those are moral articles that are now titled masterpieces.

A great Confucian couldn’t help but exhale.

“Most Holy Master, this is the man I need for my family.”

In the territory of Datang, Kong Yingda looked at the words in the picture and couldn’t help but burst into tears.

“Ancestors, that’s ancestors.”

“At the age of six, I was able to write such an article, and I am worthy of being an ancestor.”

Wang Yangming looked at the figure of the Most Holy Ancestor and couldn’t help but tremble as he felt tremendous.

“Is this my Most Holy Confucian Teacher?”

Dong Zhongshu couldn’t help but get excited.

“I didn’t expect that the Most Holy Prophet was actually the reincarnation of the human emperor.”

Li Shimin looked at those articles and couldn’t help but sigh.

“Worthy of being the Most Holy Prophet, at the age of six, he was able to write such an article.”

“Most Holy Ancestor, is it really the reincarnation of the human emperor who is not successful?”

Li Bai, who was drunk, looked at the picture in the sky and couldn’t help but pause.

Even for him, it was hard to imagine what a genius this really was.

“The Most Holy Prophet is worthy of the reincarnation of the human emperor.”

“This is a penny, served.”

The picture continues to change, and every night the Most Holy Prophet always looks at the mountain in the east.

From infancy to adolescence.

Then from teenager to youth.

Every day, he would look at the mountain in the east for a long time.

Seeing this scene, someone suddenly wondered.

“Why does the Most Holy Prophet always look to the East?”

“Yeah, there’s a time out of mind every day, why?”

There is a great doubt in everyone’s mind.

Princess Xichu asked at Qingyi beside her.

“Uncle Qizhao, why does the Most Holy Ancestor always look to the east?”

The latter shook his head.

“I don’t know.”

“Maybe there’s something very important in the East.”

Everyone began to speculate about what kind of existence in the East could make the Most Holy Prophet so interested.

Just as everyone was watching, the atmosphere in the picture suddenly changed.

I saw the Most Holy Prophet dressed in linen clothes and filial piety in front of the manor.

Day after day, year after year.

Three years flew by.

The Most Holy Prophet packed up everything in his home.

He looked to the east with a determined look.

Immediately, he began to walk towards Chen Fang.

The picture quickly changed, and the Most Holy Prophet saw a lot along the way.

There are victors who slaughter the people, and the people are terrible.

There are losers who vent when they escape, burn and loot.

Whether the outcome of the war is victory or defeat, it is the people who suffer in the end.

He stood in front of a ruin, silent.

Not far away, the cries of the child woke him up.

Walking forward, it looked like a three- or five-year-old child, holding his mother’s body and crying, he found some clothes and covered the woman who had experienced inhuman humiliation before she died.

Then he dug a grave nearby and buried it.

“What’s your name?”

“Yan Hui.”

The Most Holy Prophet dried the tears from the corners of his eyes and then took him on his way.

Soon, the Most Holy Prophet sent his mother’s body back home.

He kept filial piety in front of his mother’s spirit for three years, and then took Yan Hui back and embarked on a journey to lobby the king of Kyushu.

“On the way, while teaching Yan back to the moral article, he punished evil and promoted good.”

When he encountered a reasonable person, he dissuaded the other party.

When he encountered something that didn’t make sense, he convinced the other party.

One day, when he was passing through the mountain with Yan Hui, he encountered robbers.

Zilu led five fierce mountain bandits and blocked the way for the two to go down the mountain.

The picture changed again, and the Most Holy Prophet was limited to seeing people behind him.

As he traveled to more and more countries, so did the number of disciples behind him.

His moral writings gradually spread throughout Kyushu.

He was also honored as a guest of honor by kings of all nations.

As time passed, the writings of the Most Holy Prophets became more and more esoteric and more and more truthful.

However, the attack on the Kyushu continent did not decrease in the slightest.

He read the secrets of all the countries of the Kyushu continent.

Gradually, he seemed to piece together the former situation of the Kyushu continent.

It was a time when the heavens were full of pride and the gods were everywhere.

Why has the Kyushu continent now become this scene of ancient spiritual exhaustion?

Is there really any unknown Chen Xi above the heavens?

Huge doubts wrapped around the Most Holy Prophet and accompanied him all the way to the bottom of that mountain.

The people of Kyushu Continent were shocked to see this mountain.

One suddenly exclaimed.

“It’s that mountain, the place where all the emperors have come.”

The rest of the crowd immediately agreed.

“Sure enough, here, the Most Holy Prophet really came.”

A trace of surprise flashed in Li Shimin’s pupils.

“It’s really here.”

“The mountain of the emperors of the past generations has cut off the heavens.”

When Hao Zheng saw this scene, he couldn’t help but emit a light in his eyes.

“It turned out to be that mountain.”

“No wonder the Most Holy Prophet looks here every day.”

Xu Nian looked at the picture in the sky with some trepidation.

The bronze sword had begun to tremble slightly.

It seemed to feel the call of the master, at this moment, everyone in the Kyushu Continent held their breath and looked at the picture in the gold list, just at this moment, the gold list picture suddenly moved…