Until the voice of the holy way appeared, the Zuo Xiang party could understand why Liu Shan was so angry.

There is a river outside the palace, running through the capital from west to East. The West belongs to gold, so it is called Jinshui River.

Opposite the main gate of the palace is the Jinshui River. Now, a ten foot high dragon's gate appears in the river.

Jinshui River was boiling in an instant, and all the aquariums tried their best to swim to Longmen.

The holy sound leads the dragon's gate, and thousands of fish jump.

The dense thunder clouds originally gathered in the sky and gradually absorbed the forces related to the filial piety Sutra and the second sage Zeng Zi between heaven and earth, but now the sound of the holy way has not only strengthened the effect of two gifts of farewell to the old mother of Liushan, but also strengthened the effect of the previous one of a gift of ciwuti of Liushan.

The voice of the holy way formed by "filial piety comes first, regardless of the trace of the heart, and there is no filial son in the poor family" aroused the resonance of the holy way between heaven and earth, and the forces left by Zeng Zi quickly gathered directly above the capital.

Slowly, a vast and majestic atmosphere gathered over the capital. No one could see anything above the dark clouds, but everyone felt that there was a saint standing high in the sky, a semi Saint condensed by the way of filial piety.

Both inside and outside the capital, men and women, old and young, looked up at the sky and sighed one after another.

The poem "farewell to the old mother in the second willow mountain" itself is excellent, which makes up for the lack of talent in the first poem, adds a strange sadness, anger and even anger to the filial piety and great power in the sky, and makes the thunder in the dark clouds more dense.

The leftist party looked at Fang Yun and showed despair. Fang Yun's move was too clever to give Liu Shan any chance.

At present, the holy power of the sky is highly concentrated. With more efforts, it may form a real holy power. At that time, whether it is to trigger the projection of the book of filial piety to punish Liu Shan, or to breed Zeng Zi's idea, Liu Shan will be destroyed.

In the world, only Zongsheng can save Liushan, but that also means that Zongsheng will pay a huge price.

At the moment, the leftist party has incomparable contradictions in their hearts. They obviously expect Zongsheng to make a move, but they are afraid that Zongsheng will pay too much to hurt himself. If Zongsheng doesn't make a move, then in case Liushan can't hold on and his future will be lost, the leftist party will be completely destroyed.

Some people found that Liu Shan's right hand moved gently, but did not cause any change. They guessed that Liu Shan tried to use the power of the Taoist priest, but failed.

Some great Confucians looked at Liu Shan coldly. Although Zongsheng gave Liu Shan the status of Taoist priest, the power of Taoist priest has many restrictions. He can attack the enemies threatening his life, but he can't fight with the great power of human filial piety at the moment, let alone break the rules in the text.

Liu Shan promised to receive Fang Yun's poems!

"Connect."

Fang Yun stopped asking about Liushan, stretched out his hand and flew the paper to Liushan.

When they looked at the paper again, they felt the same as before. This poem page was also like a mountain, and it was bigger than the previous mountain.

Liu Shan clenched his teeth, raised his cheeks, exposed his green tendons on his forehead, and stretched out his arms to let the second poem fall on the first one.

This time, everyone clearly saw that Liu Shan's arms fell heavily by two inches, so that his body shook slightly and almost fell due to instability.

Liu Shan's breath became heavy, and his arms seemed to hold two peaks instead of two pieces of paper.

His legs, slightly bent.

The arrogant Liu Xiang, the arrogant Liu Shan, the strong disciple of Zongsheng and the great scholar of miscellaneous families can no longer stand upright.

Liu Shan's legs are bent, but his neck is straight, and his head is still high.

"Liu Gong..."

Several officials who had been following Liu Shan had red eyes and almost cried.

They have never seen such an aggrieved Liushan. This moment is even more embarrassing than taking off Fang Yun's boots.

That is willing to gamble and admit defeat, and this time, it is like an old dog in the twilight.

At this moment, Liu Shan's eyes were extremely calm. Everyone saw the incomparable will from his eyes, as if no one in the world could knock him down.

The legs are curved, the courage is straight, the hands are hanging, and the head is high.

Fang Yun smiled calmly, nodded gently and said, "Liu Gong's good spirit is admired by Fang. Then, do you dare to take the next third song?"

Everyone looked at Liushan.

When Liu Shan took over the second poem, the dark clouds over the capital began to spread rapidly in all directions. When Fang Yun opened his mouth, they had spread to the panorama of Jingguo, and even Qingguo, Qiguo and Wuguo were affected.

In Chang County, 800 miles from the capital, an eight year old child grabbed a thorn in his hand and beat the woman in front of him desperately.

The middle-aged woman screamed with pain, but she only dared to block it with her arm and dared not fight back.

The woman was full of new and old wounds, and her face was sad.

After fighting for a while, the middle-aged woman finally couldn't hold on and cried, "boy, I'm your mother. Stop fighting, stop fighting! Master, master, come out and save me..."

The child scolded while whipping: "smelly woman, you won't buy me a good inkstone from mingbaozhai!"

"The inkstone you said can't go down without 700 liang of silver. We're just small families. What can we buy?"

"My father said you had a dowry. You sold those gold and silver jewelry and then went to your mother's house to ask for some money! You refused. No wonder my father scolded you as a son of a bitch!" the child scolded and beat.

At this time, a middle-aged man came slowly, coughed and said, "yu'er, don't be rude to your mother."

As the child continued to beat, he looked at his father and said, "my mother doesn't even buy the inkstone. Do you think we should fight? We should kill her like you said. No, you said we might as well let her sell."

Hearing the child say such words, the child's father was not angry.

At this time, the woman made an effort to block, and the cane missile fell on the child.

"Ah... Dad, she hit me!" the child shouted with a cry.

The middle-aged man was so angry that he ran two steps, flew up and kicked the middle-aged woman in the face. The middle-aged woman screamed and fell to the ground, hit her head heavily on the ground, and was scared to cry.

The middle-aged man kicked several feet fiercely, and the child also kicked hard, kicking and scolding.

At this time, the sky suddenly dropped an arm thick thunder and hit the woman.

The father and son hurried back in fear and looked at the middle-aged woman in surprise.

The woman suddenly got up, ran not far away, took a stick and rushed to the father and son.

The father and son were surprised to see that the woman's eyes were red and looked crazy.

The middle-aged man scolded angrily, "bitch, put down the stick!"

"Dad, kill her. She dares to fight back. She simply ignores the three cardinal principles and five principles. She should fight alive... Ah..."

Before the child finished speaking, the woman waved a stick at her son's shoulder.

Bang!

There seemed to be a great force hidden inside the wooden stick. With one click, the child's shoulder was broken, flesh and blood blurred, and his left arm could fall at any time.

The middle-aged man was stunned and watched his wife beat four sticks and completely smashed the child's shoulders and knees.

"Ah..." the child fell to the ground and screamed, splashing blood, pale and miserable.

"You..."

Before the middle-aged man scolded, the woman waved a wooden stick and hit her head and face. Finally, she beat her husband to pieces and killed him.

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