This was a man's voice, very unfamiliar. Although Xie Lian knew that the other party couldn't hear him, he still lowered his voice involuntarily and said, "Someone is coming. I don't know if it will be bad for General Pei. We have to find out where they are now."

The two people over there seemed to be shocked by the newcomer. After a while, Pei Ming asked, "May I ask who you are? Since it has come to this, why don't you show your true face?"

The voice said, "Then I have to ask you."

Lingwen said: "It must be someone who has a grudge against you, most likely a female ghost. You have harmed her badly again."

Pei Ming said, "You are lying with your eyes open. How does this... thing look like a female ghost? Besides, it didn't just capture me, maybe it has a grudge against you?"

Ling Wen said, "Forget it. Let's stop blaming each other at this time. Let's get through this together. It's also possible that he has a grudge against both of us. Do you remember any such person?"

Pei Ming said: "I can't remember. There are too many."

The man seemed to be getting closer and his voice was louder, but strangely, there was no sound of footsteps, but a strange "dong dong" sound. He said, "Can you please have some shame and stop flirting in front of me?"

It seemed that the wording and tone of this sentence revealed something. After a moment of silence, Lingwen said, "Are you...Zhenjun Jingwen?"

The voice didn't answer. Pei Ming seemed stunned for a moment, and said, "Master Jingwen? That's not right. Master Jingwen would speak so ungently?"

Lingwen snorted, "He's always like this. He speaks one way in front of others and another way in front of me. Of course you don't think they are the same."

On this side, Xie Lian frowned slightly and said, “Respectful Master Wen?”

He seemed to have some impression of this title, but he couldn't put his finger on it. It sounded like a literary god, but among the literary gods, there were too many with the words "wen", "jing" and "jing" in their titles. At this time, Pei Su whispered: "Jing Wen Zhenjun, yes, Ling, Wen Zhenjun pointed out the generals, and the first literary god of the previous generation!"

After he said that, Xie Lian finally remembered. When he first ascended, Ling Wen was just a minor civil servant in the Lower Heaven. At that time, the number one literary god in the Upper Heaven was not her, but another literary god. And that literary god seemed to be this True Lord Jingwen!

However, the Jingwen Temple has long since declined, and there is not a single Jingwen Temple in 800 miles. Xie Lian couldn't help but ask, "So we are all acquaintances. Then why can't we just talk peacefully? Why do we have to use knives, guns, and tie people up right away?"

Hua Cheng said, "It's because he's an acquaintance that we have to use knives, guns and tie him up."

Just as he finished speaking, Jingwen spoke again. As if because his identity had been exposed, he wanted to put on airs. He put on a face and spoke more politely than before, but he was hiding something in his words, "Nangong, weren't you very proud of being the number one literary god in the upper heaven? Why did you ruin your golden rice bowl and come here?"

Pei Ming said: "See? I have a grudge against you. This time I am causing trouble for you."

Jingwen said, "General Pei, don't think you can get away with it just because I'm going to settle accounts with Nangong. This bitch bullied my Jingwen Temple and said that the incense was declining. She secretly sent people to smash my temple and add fuel to the fire. Do you think I don't know who lent those martial gods to her?"

“…”

Jingwen continued, "Nangong, don't laugh. I chose you as a general out of my love for your talent, and this is how you repay me. You are really ungrateful and treacherous, and you have the most vicious heart of a woman. I have waited for this day for too long!"

Xie Lian covered his forehead and thought to himself: The three poisonous tumors are worthy of being called poisonous tumors. What they do is more unkind than the last!

Unexpectedly, Lingwen said calmly: "Master Jingwen, there is no one else here right now. You already scolded me just now, why do you have to pretend now? Did you really choose me because you value my talent? Why did you choose me? How did you treat me after choosing me? Others don't know, but don't you know it in your heart?"

The more Xie Lian listened, the more he was surprised. He asked, “What’s going on between Master Jingwen and Lingwen? General Pei, do you know the inside story?”

Pei Su also listened carefully and said to him: "I'm sorry. At that time, I hadn't ascended yet, so I didn't know much."

Xie Lian thought that his sentence was probably not going to get better. Hua Cheng said, "Brother, you don't need to ask anyone else, just ask me."

Xie Lian asked curiously, “Sanlang, you also know about this old story about the Heavenly Palace?”

It turned out that it was not his illusion. Hua Cheng really had some ruthless information about the dark and white histories of the major priests in the Heavenly Court. He nodded and really told Xie Lian.

It turns out that Jingwen and Lingwen are both literary gods from the Xuli Kingdom. Jingwen is several hundred years older than Lingwen and has a deep foundation in the Xuli Kingdom. Originally, the two had little interaction.

But one year, the Xuli Kingdom worshipped the God of Literature. During the worship, there was a small competition. Young students wrote an article on the Xuli Kingdom, with no restrictions on the subject matter, without signing their names, and posted it in the country's largest temple of the God of Literature - at that time, it was the Jingwen Hall. Everyone evaluated and selected the best article as the winner, and awarded the person.

At that time, it happened that Jingwen Zhenjun came down to earth to play. On a whim, he changed into a scholar and participated in this competition. He wrote a brilliant chapter in one stroke, praising the national prestige of Xuli. He was confident that it would stand out among many articles. Imagine, if the results were announced after the competition, and the chapter won the championship, and then the truth was revealed that the one who topped the list was Jingwen Zhenjun's own clone, wouldn't it be another beautiful story passed down to future generations?

If things had developed this way, it would have been harmonious and happy. But unexpectedly, a very embarrassing accident occurred.

After the ceremony, the winner was announced. The winner was not Jingwen's "Xu Li Fu", but a policy essay called "Bu Xu Li".

Although this turn of events was awkward, it was quite interesting to others. Xie Lian asked, "Has Sanlang read "Bu Xu Li"?"

Hua Cheng said: "I have found it and seen it. If you want to see it, I will give you a rough idea someday."

Xie Lian said hurriedly, “That’s not necessary. However, to be able to defeat Jingwen Zhenjun who had already ascended to heaven at that time, it must be written very well.”

Hua Cheng commented: "It's well written, but not too fantastic. It's just that the situation in Xuli was not good at the time, and the people were quite resentful. Seeing something like this just suited their taste. In addition, there were too many articles like "Xu Li Fu" and people were tired of reading them. In comparison, "Bu Xu Li" naturally won."

Xie Lian nodded slightly and said, “There is no best in literature. This matter is actually not a big deal, not to mention that they are not writing about the same thing at all.”

Hua Cheng said: "That's right. Jingwen thought so at the beginning."

The people of the Xuli Kingdom searched everywhere to find out who wrote the "Buxuli", but of course no one claimed it. Who would dare to claim such a thing? If someone claimed it for fame, it would be easily exposed. Soon, because it was noticed by the officers and soldiers, the festival removed the top piece.

Although Jingwen Zhenjun was not happy about this competition and sneered at it, he forgot about it after a few months. The bad thing was that a few months later, a shocking news spread among the literary gods in the upper heaven -

The person who won the first prize in the Xuli Kingdom's God of Literature Festival with "No Xuli" was finally found out and has been imprisoned. And this person turned out to be a young woman selling shoes on the street!

How can this be!

Xie Lian said, “…sell, sell shoes.”

Hua Cheng said: "Yes. Nangong Jie used to do this in the human world."

No wonder he had heard people privately call the Lingwen Hall the "Hall of Broken Shoes" more than once or twice before. However, Xie Lian did not think that he should dig into such things, so he never knew where it came from.

Originally, no one would have connected "Busu Li" with a shoe-selling girl, but the young woman occasionally helped people copy books and write love poems to earn some money. One day, a customer found that the handwriting was very similar to the one on the list, so he reported it and she was caught.

After learning about this, Master Jingwen picked up his pen and immediately selected the young woman named Nangong Jie.

You have to know that there were few female priestesses at that time. It’s not that there were none, but most of them were in charge of flowers and plants, embroidery, singing and dancing, etc. Even when selecting generals, no one was willing to select women as lower-level priestesses. Female literary gods were even rarer. The women in the temple of literature were all beautiful girls, and they were not in charge of literature. Most of them were soft jade and fragrant for inkstones, inkstones and paper. They were not priestesses, but at most objects of appreciation.

This action of Jingwen Zhenjun earned him a reputation as a person who valued talent among the literary gods. Everyone said that this little girl was so lucky to have met a noble man like Jingwen Zhenjun who had a discerning eye for talent. Not only did she escape from prison, but she also climbed up the social ladder and became a phoenix. It was truly a beautiful story.

However, at this moment, the protagonists of the "good story" are confronting each other aggressively.

Over there, Jingwen said, "My respect for you is so great, but when it comes to you, it turns out to be malicious."

Ling Wen was always polite and neither humble nor overbearing, but at this moment he sneered, "Forget it. Stop telling people how much you value me. If you really valued me, you wouldn't have asked me to serve tea and water to everyone in your temple, clean up the documents, walk hundreds of miles to get a copy of a poem, and give gifts to other priests non-stop during festivals."

Xie Lian thought about it and it seemed to be true. When he first ascended, every time he saw Ling Wen, she was always doing chores. It was because she did so many chores that Xie Lian vaguely remembered that there was such a person. Jing Wen said, "In the final analysis, you are basically blaming me for not wanting to promote you. But why don't you think about why I didn't promote you?"

Ling Wen said, "Why? I want to know why too. As a mortal, I had time to read and write. Even when I was imprisoned, I could at least face the wall and think quietly. But after being appointed, I have to work like a slave for you all day long, kneeling on the ground to do chores. If you want to wear me down like this, you have a good way."

Jingwen shouted, "Nangong! You still refuse to admit your mistake even now!"

Lingwen asked back: "What did I do wrong?"

Jingwen said, "Is it still my fault? What I asked you to do is the most suitable for you. If you can't even do such a small thing, how can you do more important things? I gave you so many opportunities to practice in order to temper your character. It's your own lack of ability, how can you blame me for not promoting you? You are too ambitious, but you are a woman after all, you can't reach that high, you have to admit this fact!"

Lingwen laughed out loud, as if irritated by him, and lowered his voice and said, "Okay! You said I can't reach that high, then let me ask you, when your Jingwen Hall was at its peak, could it reach the knees of my Lingwen Hall now?!"

Xie Lian could sense the growing resentment and anger in the words of both parties, and thought he couldn’t let them continue talking, so as a last resort, he resorted to a very rough method.

He punched the ground fiercely, and with a loud bang, the ground immediately cracked into a huge circular pit four meters square with him as the center!

Hua Cheng immediately understood what he wanted to do and said, "Brother!"

Xie Lian waved his hand to clear the dust in the air, coughed a few times, and said, “This is the most direct way! I’ll be in charge of this side! Sanlang, you and General Pei… lie down on the side!”

He originally wanted to arrange for Hua Cheng and Pei Su to try other directions, but at the moment, neither of them was in the same condition as him. And Hua Cheng naturally couldn't just listen to him and lie aside, so he chose the opposite direction of Xie Lian, summoned Evil Life, and stabbed into the ground with a knife.

This knife and Xie Lian's punch had the same effect. The two of them alternately made loud noises one after another, and the distance between them was getting farther and farther. After several punches, Xie Lian concentrated and listened carefully. Pei Ming and Ling Wen did not react, as if they did not hear the loud rumbling noises he made. Jing Wen seemed to be hit in the sore spot by Ling Wen. He laughed in anger and tore off his gentle mask. He changed into the sarcastic tone when scolding the bitch, saying: "Nangong Jie, don't be so arrogant in front of me! If I hadn't pointed you out at you, you would have given birth to countless children in the prison of the human world!"

This was a rather rude remark, and Xie Lian's subordinate almost slipped. Even Pei Ming couldn't stand it anymore and said, "You are a literary god after all, can you not be so vulgar?"

Jingwen said, "Look, Nangong, your good mistress is protecting you! What is your reputation, General Pei? How dare you say that I am vulgar?"

Lingwen said: "In your mind, who is not my mistress? Do you want to settle the score? Then let's settle it properly!"

Xie Lian had already jumped a long distance and punched the ground again. This time, Jingwen on Yindie's side asked in alarm, "What's that sound?!"

Xie Lian was delighted: I found the right direction!

Pei Ming and Ling Wen also heard it. Pei Ming hesitated and asked, "Who started the fight up there?"

Xie Lian continued to run forward several feet and threw another thunderous punch. Pei Ming said, "It's getting closer! Such a strong explosive force! It's coming from above!"

right here!

Xie Lian stopped punching, pulled out Fang Xin, and slashed down with his sword—

The sword energy surged, the ground collapsed, and he fell into a cold cave. Xie Lian prayed that he didn't hit Pei Ming and Ling Wen, waved the dust in the air, stood up, turned around with the sword in hand, and said, "Cheers..."

The moment the true form of “Jingwen Zhenjun” came into his sight, Xie Lian couldn’t help but open his eyes wide.