Cheng Zhiyuan looked behind the Confucian scholar.

He relied on the statue of the god and had not moved for a long time.

"You have a child behind you."

Cheng Zhiyuan said this, and the Confucian scholar's expression changed slightly.

The refugees around seemed to smell the bloody hyena.

"Some people...some people."

"Child's meat..."

Someone came close, but the Confucian scholar did not move, and Cheng Zhiyuan did not move.

The refugees tempted wildly on the brink of danger.

It seems that every step is trying to touch the bottom line of Confucian scholars.

The Confucian scholar sighed: "It's fine to eat dead people, but do you still have to eat living people?"

Among the refugees, someone said greedily: "I didn't expect you to hide a child. The child cannot survive in such a year. Why not give it to us for food so that we can live..."

The Confucian scholar put his hands together: "If you die, you will not be able to go to any of them, either Huangquan, or Luofu Mountain or Sanchongquan."

"I think people like you are only worthy of falling into the sea of ​​the Yellow Springs Sea. They cannot rest in peace after death, and can only follow the flow."

The refugee said, "That's what happened after death."

The Confucian scholar looked at him and then at Cheng Zhiyuan.

"Why don't you go and eat him? Is it because he looks strong and you dare not fight?"

The refugee laughed: "Isn't this an obvious thing? Instead of finding meat that is unsure of being able to eat, it's better to eat children..."

"But I have to thank you too."

The refugee looked at Cheng Zhiyuan: "Thank you, thank you, but how did you see that there was a child hidden in the statue behind him?"

Cheng Zhiyuan: "The breath of a child is easy to distinguish."

The refugees don’t understand the smell of a child?

But he couldn't figure it out, and was hungry again, so he stopped thinking about it.

The Confucian scholar said to him: "Okay, come here, I will give you the child, don't eat me."

The refugees laughed loudly.

"If you don't eat you, just give me the child."

The Confucian scholar nodded: "Then you come and take it."

The refugees came over.

The Confucian scholar's hand suddenly stretched out!

The person who was approaching was strangled and could not do anything with staring or exclaiming, and was directly pinched to death!

The entire neck was shaken into powder by the energy, and the head and body instantly separated. The refugees around suddenly recovered from the greed and hungry state. When they looked at the Confucian scholars, their eyes were full of fear!

They were in a hurry, while the Confucian scholars were joking: "Come on, come here, the meat is here!"

No refugees dared to approach, and the Confucian scholar did not breathe a sigh of relief, but turned his head and stared at Cheng Zhiyuan.

"What are you going to do on purpose?"

Cheng Zhiyuan: "I'll find you a legitimate reason to vent, because Confucian scholars usually like to hold back and not say anything or do anything."

The Confucian scholar smiled coldly: "You just think this is very interesting. You... let me kill someone."

Cheng Zhiyuan: "Aren't people who cannibalize themselves no longer my race?"

This time it was the Confucian scholar's turn to remain silent.

Cheng Zhiyuan sighed.

"Actually, I didn't expect you to kill him directly. You are not the same as ordinary Confucian disciples."

"Even if I know someone I have to find a legitimate reason."

Confucian scholar: "Have you heard a story? A dragon has reverse scales, and the person who touches it will die."

"The child was entrusted to me by a man. Before him, there was another person who entrusted the child to him. It was not easy for this child to survive, and he worked too hard."

"His life is worth three living people, and his mother, one life is four lives. Isn't this heavy?"

Confucian scholar: "I am no longer saved, my spirit and spirit have completely dried up. This cannot be restored by replenishment or sleeping. It is like a big tree without roots. No matter how strong the tree is, it cannot absorb nutrients. It will be in the body.

The power is exhausted, and it is time for this big tree to fall."

The Confucian scholar pulled open his clothes and it was a terrible wound that could be seen from the bones but without blood flowing out.

Jianfeng had destroyed all his limbs and bones, and all his meridians, just like a river that lost its riverbed and its source.

"I am already a dying person, but this child cannot die."

The Confucian scholar looked at Cheng Zhiyuan and looked for a long time, and couldn't help but sigh.

"It's ridiculous. After waiting for so many days, you are the only one who comes in."

Cheng Zhiyuan said: "What do you give your children food for so many days?"

"Nature is my spirit."

A Confucian scholar said: "The fundamental reason for human beings is that one qi is innate. If one qi does not dissipate, one will not die. For a child of a few years, infusing my spirit and spirit can keep him alive."

"But in this way, it is just to save his basic life. People will become weak and are not far from death."

"You're not a good person, but now I don't have a better choice."

"Will you... bring a burden?"

The Confucian scholar stared at Cheng Zhiyuan, with an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes.

Some are dark, some are weird, and some are angry and helpless.

But beyond the expectations of Confucian scholars.

"Yes, this is not a difficult thing, just a child of a few years old."

The Confucian scholar was slightly stunned.

"I didn't expect... you wanted to eat him too, right?"

Confucian scholars cannot avoid thinking this way.

"From just now, you are a person who ignores life."

Cheng Zhiyuan waved his hand: "You are wrong. Sure enough, you are indeed a Confucian school. Some things are always viewed from either right or wrong."

"What should be saved should be saved, what should be killed should be killed, it is not about indifference to life, but about good and evil, right and wrong, or about suffering... The emotions and stories in the world are very complicated."

"A gentleman always hopes that people will become moral and simple, and hopes that people will know etiquette and keep etiquette. However, people are selfish. If they have no selfishness, there is only the way of heaven."

The Confucian scholar was silent.

Cheng Zhiyuan held his hands behind his back: "By the way, you don't know me, you are a Confucian disciple... have you walked outside all year round?"

The Confucian scholar was a little surprised: "You? Who are you? Are you very famous? This kind of question is really strange."

Cheng Zhiyuan nodded.

The Confucian scholar laughed, meaning that Cheng Zhiyuan really had the sage of showing saints in front of others, but as he spoke, the Confucian scholar was suddenly stunned.

"You... won't have your surname Cheng, right?"

Cheng Zhiyuan glanced at him and nodded.

After a long period of silence, the Confucian scholar was initially unbelievable, and then he made a shocking ridicule.

I smiled and couldn't laugh anymore.

"Master Cheng?"

Cheng Zhiyuan: "It's me."

The Confucian scholar looked cold: "How can people believe this? Did the dead people come alive?"

"Did you have a deal with Huangquan? Only Huangquan disciples can be resurrected from the dead!"

Cheng Zhiyuan: "I'm not dead, nor do I make a deal with anyone. I just slept for five years and had a dream that was not too long."

In Cheng Zhiyuan's ears, the sword prodigy jumped out.

"I just slept for five years!"

The sword prodigy boy was arrogant and stared at the Confucian scholar with his hands behind his back.

"Kong said to be Chengren, Meng said to be righteous. It seems that you have done both. Such a person has never met the Master. It's a pity for time."

The Confucian scholar was stunned: "My monster?"

He looked at Cheng Zhiyuan again.
To be continued...