Peerless Taoist

This was a phenomenon created by the aura of righteousness. Wen Sheng's words weighed thousands of pounds, and the work he wrote was quite heavy.    

"I didn't think that I would meet Han Yu's descendant here. However, he is a master of literature in the Great Tang of the ancient times. How did he become a Literature Saint?"    

Lu Yu had doubts in his heart, but his eyes were fixed on the scroll, not moving away from it.    

There was a faint smell of books in the scroll, and although it had been a long time, there was no sign of decay or decay. This was the effect of the aura of righteousness.    

The words were strong and natural.    

Seeing the words was like seeing a person. The image of a tall and mighty master of literature and Dao appeared in Lu Yu's mind.    

"This is The Theory of the Dragon. The dragon is the king and the clouds are the subject. It explains the relationship between the ruler and the subject. However, this chapter has actually formed a holy scroll, which can sharpen one's mental strength. Even with my current soul level, I have actually made a slight progress!"    

Lu Yu's heart was filled with joy.    

This was an unexpected gain. No one would have thought that he would actually be saved by the Han family and even be related to the famous literary grandmaster family in the history books.    

If it wasn't for that, although Lu Yu would not have died in the wolf's stomach, he would not have been able to recover his strength so quickly.    

Han Xinrou said: "Master Lu is indeed erudite. My ancestor was banished to the Chao Province to serve as an assassin in order to anger the Buddhism. My ancestor comprehended Dao here and eventually became a saint of literature. "    

"As expected." Lu Yu suddenly realized that this was just as he had imagined.    

Even in the long history of the Middle Ages, there were very few that had become literary saints. Each one of them was as rare as a phoenix feather or a qilin horn. If there really was a Saint with the surname Han, it was impossible for him not to know.    

He didn't think that the scholar would become a literary saint in a place like the Nether Realm. No wonder he didn't know anything.    

"The Great Tang of the Middle Ancient Era once attacked the Nether Realm and wanted to take over this place. " However, the Great Tang's national power was so weak that it couldn't even fully control the territory of the Heavenly Realm. Thus, its plan to attack the Nether Realm was put on hold.    

"The Great Tang once left behind many fortresses in the Nether Realm, and Chaozhou City should be one of them. When the Great Tang collapsed, the Nether Jiedushi who stayed behind was assassinated, and this place became ownerless. "    

Many memories flashed through Lu Yu's mind.    

The Han family should have stayed in the Nether World at this time.    

After several generations of inheritance, the Han family no longer had its former glory, but it still retained the foundation of the Wen Sheng family.    

The book in his hand instantly became extremely heavy. Any saint's brush and ink was extremely precious and priceless.    

The fact that Han Yue allowed his descendants to give it to the fated showed his magnanimity.    

"You really gave me a condition that I can't refuse." Lu Yu put the scroll into his sleeve.    

"So, Master Lu, you agree?"    

Han Xinrou was overjoyed, and her beautiful face became even more alluring.    

"The Convention of Ten Thousand Businesses is held at the Duan Family. Coincidentally, I have something to discuss with the Duan Family." Lu Yu said indifferently.    

This was not the first time he had participated in the Convention of the Ten Thousand Merchants. In his previous life, Lu Yu had also shown his head at the Convention of the Ten Thousand Merchants, and he had gained quite a reputation.    

He did not expect that the world would change so quickly. In the blink of an eye, another life had passed, and he had once again arrived at the starting point.