My wife came from billions of years ago

The whole city is filled with martial artists. The arrival of the Sage of Literature in the Qin Empire is a major event in the martial arts world. Once you have seen the Sage of Literature, you can brag about it for the rest of your life.

Suddenly, Yun Canglan appeared on the city wall. Everyone was talking about it and their curious eyes fell on Yun Canglan. No one would have thought that Daqin would send a little girl to compete with Wensheng.

"The strongest person in the Confucianism of the Qin Dynasty is the Spring and Autumn Master Ru Haoran. He did not choose to take action, but sent out a little girl. Does this fight still have suspense?"

"It will just be Wensheng's one-sided crushing. Then the Qin Dynasty will lose face."

"Fellow Daoist, you've thought too much. How could Emperor Qin not know what you can think of?"

At this moment, on the pavilion close to the city gate, several people were standing in front of the open windows. They were Emperor Qin, Crown Prince Changqing, Mr. Sansheng and Ru Haoran.

"Sir, does Miss Yun have a chance of winning?"

"no!"

Emperor Qin: “???”

He looked at Mr. San Sheng with some surprise. Wasn't this a bit too direct?

Mr. Sansheng added: "The Sage of Literature has come to the capital, and the person he is challenging is His Royal Highness Prince Ning. Canglan was only appointed in times of crisis, and he has only been training for a short time, so he cannot possibly be a match for the Sage of Literature."

"According to what you said, sir, this fight is already a lost one."

"That may not be the case. If Prince Ning takes action, he can compete with the Sage of Literature."

Emperor Qin's expression suddenly changed. "Sir, do you mean that the third child is very talented in literature?"

Mr. Sansheng nodded, "A genius that is hard to come by in a thousand years."

The Qin Emperor's face was as gloomy as water, and he said to himself, "Damn it, I have been fooled by the third brother again. I didn't even know that he was a genius in Confucianism and Taoism."

"Girl, who is your teacher? Chunqiu, Ru Haoran?" A vast voice sounded from the city, and instantly attracted the attention of Emperor Qin and his men. They saw Dao Tianru had already stood up and stood opposite Yun Canglan.

Yun Canglan bowed and said, "Master, this is Ru Haoran, my master is King Ning."

At this point, she paused and continued, "Today Canglan will fight on behalf of the master to learn from the saint's skills."

As soon as the words were spoken, there was silence.

The monks in the city found it unbelievable that not only did they send a little girl, but she also had to be a disciple of King Ning. The monks in the world all looked at each other in bewilderment, because they had never heard of King Ning practicing Confucianism or Taoism.

"Girl, what's your name?"

"Chunqiu, Yun Canglan!"

Dao Tianru nodded and said, "Step back. Let your master Ye Daosheng come forward, and I will not bully the weak."

Yun Canglan took a step forward, and the holy energy of Confucianism flowed around him. "The saint has arrived, and my master should have taken action. Unfortunately, my master does not have time. I will learn a thing or two from the saint."

The majestic literary aura swept across like wind and waves, lingering on Yun Canglan's beautiful figure. Facing a strong man like Wensheng, she did not dare to be careless in the slightest. She controlled the literary aura and roared like a dragon in the sky for nine days.

The literary energy turned into a dragon and went straight towards Taoist Tianru.

The first move he made was the Haoran Dragon Roar, the eighth level of the Haoran Tian Jue.

A giant dragon of literary energy rushed towards him, holy light appeared, and it overwhelmed the imperial capital. Dao Tianru, who had remained calm even though a mountain was collapsing in front of him, twitched slightly at this moment. His toes skimmed over the city and his figure flew backwards.

"Haoran Tian Jue, what is the relationship between the Drunken Sword Immortal and you?"

Yun Canglan shook his head. "What Drunken Sword Immortal? Canglan doesn't know him."

Dao Tianru was surprised, "If you don't know the Drunken Sword Immortal, how could the Haoran Tian Jue be in your hands?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped out. The vast literary energy turned into flying swords. In an instant, nine swords flew up and confronted the majestic long dragon in the air.

"What's going on? How could Canglan suddenly become so powerful?" Ru Haoran exclaimed, "And the skills she practices are not owned by our academy."

Mr. Sansheng smiled and said, "What's the big deal? Canglan is a disciple of Prince Ning. Isn't it reasonable for His Highness to teach him the profound Confucian and Taoist techniques?"

At this point, he turned to look at Emperor Qin, "Your Majesty, this fight may have some changes. Maybe even without us taking action, Wensheng will not be able to win."

Emperor Qin watched the competition between the two people on the top of the city wall, "Sir, you mean Miss Yun can defeat Wensheng."

"Before I didn't know that Your Highness would teach Canglan Confucianism and Taoism, I thought she had no chance of winning. Now it seems that Miss Yun came prepared." Mr. Sansheng said, "Your Majesty knows that King Ning is meticulous and rigorous in his work. This is related to the majesty of the Qin Dynasty. I think King Ning must have thought carefully before letting Miss Yun come to participate in the duel."

"That's true. The third child never does anything without confidence." Qin Di smiled, "Then let's wait and see."

boom.

boom.

Two explosions were heard in succession, and the literary energy burst out and swept across. The giant dragon and flying sword that were transformed were annihilated. Dao Tianru was as steady as a mountain, his figure motionless, while Yun Canglan took two steps back.

Even so, the city was already seething.

Everyone had a new understanding of Yun Canglan. At such a young age, he could block an attack from a literary saint. Although he was slightly at a disadvantage, he was already an unparalleled genius in the field of literature.

"Girl, you have a strong talent for literature, but unfortunately you met me." Dao Tianru said, spinning his arms in the air, and the powerful and majestic literary energy condensed into a vortex storm, "Let me see what else King Ning can teach you."

"A dragon emerges from the sky!" Yun Canglan steadied his body and saw the incoming storm of literary energy. He immediately performed the ninth move of the Confucian and Taoist Heavenly Art. Three giant dragons soared into the sky and rushed towards the storm.

It was obvious that he wanted to use his dragon body to block the ravages of the storm.

"The ninth level!" Dao Tianru muttered to himself in a low voice, with a fiery look in his slightly narrowed pupils. It can be seen that he wanted to obtain the Haoran Tianjue in Yun Canglan's hand, and at the same time he was surprised at Yun Canglan's talent.

If you ask yourself, when he was this age, his literary and Taoist strength was far inferior to Yun Canglan's. Once this little girl grows up, she will have a bright future.

Unfortunately, she had practiced for too short a time, and her Confucian and Taoist strength was too weak, so she was unable to unleash the true power of the Haoran Tian Jue. Take the ninth move for example. If it were him, he could at least activate nine giant dragons.

Yun Canglan only has three giant dragons, it is impossible for them to break through his Confucian and Taoist storm.

The result was just as Dao Tianru had guessed. Under the raging storm, the three giant dragons were quickly swallowed up. The storm swept towards Yun Canglan, trying to swallow her up.

In full view of everyone, the storm gradually engulfed Yun Canglan.

"Girl, you're defeated!"

"Wen Sheng is too strong. He defeated his opponent in less than three rounds."

"Yes, he is indeed a literary saint who can compete with the immortals on earth."

"The Qin Dynasty was defeated, and no one from the Wendao Academy of the Spring and Autumn Academy dared to come out to fight."

Everyone was talking in low voices as the storm of Confucianism and Taoism passed over their heads. They could only feel their souls trembling and their scalps tingling.

Dao Tianru turned his head and looked towards Xianyang City, and said in a thunderous voice, "Ye Daosheng, your disciple has already lost, and you are not going to come out? Do you want to watch her die on the top of the city?"

"I'll give you three seconds. If you don't show up, wait for her to collect your body."