The small soldiers on the frontier at the beginning killed Liu Ye, the Han God of War, and Lu Lingqi

"May I ask, Lord Prefect, if I can prove my innocence, can I explain that all the so-called evidence of guilt are framed?"

Liu Ye looked at Wang Qiu with an unwavering look in his eyes.

As early as when the other party planned to pin the identity of the barbarian spy on his head, Liu Ye had already thought of a countermeasure.

If this move doesn't come out, it's enough. Once it comes out, it will determine the outcome!

After hearing what Liu Ye said, Wang Qiu just smiled coldly: "Prove yourself innocent? You, a barbarian spy, still want to prove your innocence? It's ridiculous!"

Liu Ye's expression did not change at all, and he still looked calm and calm.

"As a sixth-grade Liyan literary cultivator, Lord Taishou, have you ever heard of the magical power of Wen Yi conveying the Tao?"

As for Wang Qiu's true identity, he was able to see through it with the eyes of truth as early as the first meeting.

Needless to say, the Wang family does have a deep foundation. Such a piece of rubbish can be pushed to the realm of Liyan without hesitation. I don’t know how much resources it has consumed.

It is estimated that just to spread the theory, a lot of literary agents were hired, which is the so-called water army to build momentum.

However, there is no gold in such a state of speech. If nothing happens, I will probably have to stay in this state for the rest of my life, and it will be difficult to make any progress!

“Of course I’ve heard of it.

how? Don't tell me that you, a martial artist, have mastered my magical power? "

Wang Qiu couldn't help but let out a sneer.

This is not because the Wang family's intelligence collection is not in place, but because when Liu Ye showed off his literary skills at Yanmen Pass, Zheng Xuan happened to be standing next to him.

Even if someone saw that it was a literary phenomenon from a distance, they would only think that it was the work of Zheng Xuan and would not associate it with Liu Ye.

Liu Ye's impression on the Wang family has always been that of a peerless talent in martial arts.

If the Wang family knew that Liu Ye was both civilized and military, and all of them reached the level of a peerless genius.

That battle will only be bigger than now, and maybe even the old immortal from the Wang family will have to go out in person!

"Of course I can't, but... Mr. Zheng can."

Swish!

The next second, a roll of white paper suddenly appeared in Liu Ye's hand, exuding a strong literary spirit.

"The Great Confucian's handwriting!"

Wang Qiu naturally knows the goods, because the Wang family also has this stuff.

It's just that they are usually kept in the ancestral hall and should not be touched unless they encounter the disaster of genocide.

He knew that Zheng Xuan was only one step away from being a great scholar by stepping into the long river of literature and entrusting his literary heart, but he did not expect that the relationship between Liu Ye and Zheng Xuan would be so good that they could even obtain such a precious treasure as an autograph.

And it seems that this is an autographed handwriting that seals literary and magical powers.

This value cannot be compared with those essays!

Unable to restrain himself, Wang Qiu clenched the seal of the prefect in his hand. Wang Qiu calmed down and said with some sternness, "Even if you have a handwritten letter from a great scholar, what does it have to do with you proving your innocence?"

In this situation now, force will definitely not work.

After all, this is just the seal of the prefect, not the seal of the governor.

It's okay to suppress the middle three realms for a while, but when you encounter the existence of the upper three realms, you have to take a break.

Now I just hope that Liu Ye will not dare to use the handwriting of a great Confucian to fight against the dragon energy of the Han Dynasty.

After all, this is a serious provocation to the Han royal family. Not only him, but also Zheng Xuan behind him will be liquidated.

"Prefect, don't be nervous. I have no intention of using the great Confucian's handwriting against you. I just want to use the magical power of Wen Yizhidao to prove my innocence."

Liu Ye chuckled and waved the scholar's handwriting deliberately.

The three magical powers that Zheng Xuan left behind at the beginning were painting the ground as a prison, walking on the clouds, and writing to carry the Tao.

Among them, the first two magical powers are only for trapping enemies and escaping. Only the third magical power is more special and can independently evolve corresponding effects according to Liu Ye's own needs.

This is the magic of writing to convey the truth, which is similar to the way in which writing brings brilliance.

Seeing that Liu Ye did not intend to use the scholar's handwriting, Wang Qiu felt relieved immediately, but then he looked confused again.

"Oh? I have never heard that Wen Yizaidao has the ability to prove his innocence."

Liu Ye smiled faintly: "Of course it is possible, and writing can reflect a person's true heart.

The subordinate only needs to write a poem to prove his innocence. If he is truly innocent, the article will link up with the long river of literature and bring down the vision.

On the contrary, it proves that the subordinate is lying. I wonder what the prefect thinks? "

This is the biggest basis for Liu Ye's confidence that no matter how much the Wang family throws dirt on him, he can make a comeback.

In fact, as long as his poems proving his innocence can trigger the manifestation of a long river of literature, it is enough to prove everything.

After all, in this world, one of the prerequisites for using poetry to trigger the manifestation of a long river of literature is that the poetry you write must have true feelings. Just making nonsense will definitely not work.

However, even Liu Ye would not dare to vouch for such a thing as igniting a long-term literary trend.

But with the addition of the magical power of "containing the Tao" in the text, it is absolutely foolproof.

If we compare Literary Publishing House to a publishing house, one is equivalent to independent submission, and the other is internal submission.

It’s clear which one is more likely to attract the publisher’s attention.

"Haha, you said you wanted to write a poem and let Wen Daochanghe prove your innocence?"

After listening to Liu Ye's words, Wang Qiu couldn't hold back anymore and burst out laughing.

As a child of an aristocratic family, he knows very well what kind of existence the long river of literature is.

That is a supreme being that is one level higher than the ancient saints. How could it manifest itself in the world just because of a trivial matter?

So what if there is a handwriting written by a great Confucian?

In the eyes of the long river of literary scholars, great Confucians are also ants.

It's just one more glance, but what effect does it have?

The kid in front of me actually tried to use a magical power to trigger the arrival of a long river of literature. He is really ignorant and fearless!

But this reminded him that if the other party used Wen Yizaidao's magical power on this, wouldn't he be able to sit back and relax?

Thinking of this, Wang Qiu immediately stopped his smile and said with a serious face: "If you can really inspire the literary world with your poems that clearly understand your heart and nature, you can naturally prove that all the evidence of the crime is forged.

But if not..."

"If I can't, I should plead guilty and face the law!"

Liu Ye continued the conversation without hesitation.

"Brother Xian, you..."

Zhang Liao on the side was anxious and immediately spoke out to dissuade him.

Although he knew that Liu Ye was very talented in poetry and prose, even Mr. Zheng praised him repeatedly.

But when it comes to such a life-and-death matter, no matter how talented a poet is, it won't work. If one fails, the whole thing will be over.

"Brother Zhang, don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion."

Liu Ye raised his hand to signal Zhang Liao to calm down.

Zhang Liao could only sigh when he saw this and said nothing more.

He had already thought about it. If Liu Ye failed to trigger the arrival of the great river of literature, then he would risk his life to escort Liu Ye out.

As long as he arrived at Lu Bu's mansion, even if Wang Qiu had the blessing of the prefect's seal, he would not be able to cause any trouble.

After all, although the dragon energy of the Han Dynasty is strong, it is not unsolvable.

This thing is more about suppressing the soul level, but there are not many restrictions on the physical body.

A top-level martial artist in the third realm, even if he cannot use the true meaning of martial arts or the natural power of martial arts, he can conquer everything with his physical strength alone.

This is also the fundamental reason why the Han Dynasty strictly controls martial arts practice.

Since ancient times, chivalry has used martial arts to violate the ban. There are too many warriors, which is not conducive to the court's control of local areas.

Not to mention Zhang Liao's thoughts, he saw that Liu Ye had already spread out the white paper in his hand. Suddenly, a powerful literary aura enveloped the entire audience, making Liu Ye's whole body glow.

Wang Qiu couldn't help but took several steps back. Even with the protection of the big man's dragon energy, he felt a little scared.

Afraid that Liu Ye would suddenly regret it, he copied the handwritten letter and gave it to him.

But when he saw that Liu Ye had already picked up a pen and was about to write on it, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, and he secretly rejoiced in his heart: What a fool, such a magical power was wasted like this!

Just the next second, the smile on his face froze.