Hou Kuidong and Ni Huaiqi were surprised at the same time.
"Are you a disciple of Confucius?"
"No, I am a disciple of the Meng family." Luo Dongfu said.
"Meng family?" Hou Kuidong frowned, "Confucian disciples never participate in martial arts disputes, what do you want to do?"
"Master Xu is kind to me. If you want to touch Master Xu's people, you must first get through me." Luo Dongfu said.
Hou Kuidong seemed to be jealous of the Meng family. He looked at each other and said to Ni Huaiqi: "Confucians don't study, but they come here to fight. Let's go quickly, don't say that we who practice martial arts bully the scholars."
Luo Dongfu smiled faintly: "The sages have said that even if thousands of people die, I will die! It is precisely because I am a scholar that I know that things must be done, and I will have no regrets even if I die. Two masters, please."
His words were spoken calmly and naturally, but there was a sense of pride in them. Matched with the awe-inspiring aura emanating from his body, listening to it gave people a feeling of passion.
Lang Yuwen couldn't help but nodded and praised secretly, this is the spirit of scholarly business!
He is also a scholar, but compared with Luo Dongfu, he feels a little ashamed of himself. He has been drifting for half his life and is full of copper odor. He doesn't have the slightest look of a scholar, let alone such awe-inspiring aura.
Even Xu Tong was surprised to find that he had underestimated Luo Dongfu in the past. Although he was regarded as a gentleman, he still did not respect him enough. He regarded him as an ordinary counselor and bodyguard. In fact, such a person should be regarded as a "national scholar"
treat each other.
"Mr. Luo..."
Xu Tong shouted, wanting Luo Dongfu to retreat. It was really not a wise move for a Confucian scholar to confront two martial arts masters head-on.
But he suddenly realized that it was too late to speak at this time. There is a very strange trait in scholars. To put it mildly, it is called scholarly anger, but to put it badly, it is called stubborn temper and being stubborn.
Now if you ask him to come back and ask him to retreat, I'm afraid he won't retreat, because this is an insult to a Confucian scholar.
Although tens of thousands of people are gone, why should I regret dying?
What's more, there are only two people opposite.
Luo Dongfu seemed to know what Xu Tong was going to say, and did not look back. He just said calmly: "Master Xu, thank you for taking care of me these years. I leave my wife and daughter to you."
The corner of Xu Tong's eyes trembled, knowing that Luo Dongfu was already ready to die.
But he found that there was nothing he could do. He could neither stop Luo Dongfu nor Ni Huaiqi and Hou Kuidong.
As a generational hero and the head of the Xu family in Gusu, Xu Tong felt particularly aggrieved at this moment.
"Don't worry, Mr. Luo." Xu Tong said solemnly, "Your family is my Xu Tong's family. As long as I am still alive and as long as the Xu family in Gusu is still there, they will enjoy glory forever!"
Luo Dongfu smiled slightly, and the aura of awe in his body became even more powerful.
"Grandmaster Hou, Grandmaster Ni, which one of you will come first, or should we go together?"
Luo Dongfu's words were full of pride, as if he didn't take the two masters seriously at all.
Hou Kuidong was originally wary of him because he was a disciple of the Meng family. Now seeing how arrogant he was, he said without mercy, "Okay, then let me, a martial arts practitioner, teach you your skills outside of the Confucian temple!"
After Hou Kuidong finished speaking, he did not move. He just released his true energy, and a powerful pressure burst out from his whole body.
He intended to use the warrior's true energy to suppress the Confucian's awe-inspiring energy.
When Luo Dongfu burst out with awe-inspiring energy just now, the Pan family courtyard was filled with brightness, as if all the filth and dust in the air had been sucked away, and the sun was shining straight down, vast and warm. Everyone felt comfortable breathing.
There is clarity and peace between heaven and earth.
At this time, Hou Kuidong's true energy came out, and the momentum was surging. The warrior's coercion and killing intent instantly filled the Pan family courtyard. People only felt that their chests were depressed and they had difficulty breathing, as if the sky above their heads was about to collapse.
Luo Dongfu's face changed slightly, his body trembled, and his awe-inspiring aura surged again. His clothes puffed up without the wind, and a small beard under his forehead also floated.
The cold murderous intention was forced back by the awe-inspiring aura. People suddenly felt relieved and their breathing became smooth again.
Hou Kuidong sneered: "Confucianism does have some skills. Unfortunately, your cultivation is not enough!"
Having said that, he took a half-step forward and leaned forward slightly. The endless and coercive pressure instantly overwhelmed Haoran's aura, and the infinite murderous intention reappeared. The air seemed to be filled with countless invisible cold knives. Every time people
Breathing is like a knife cutting through the heart and lungs.
The vast and clear aura left only a small space with a radius of less than two meters centered on Luo Dongfu.
Faced with the pressure of the master, Luo Dongfu's breath gradually became unstable. His face gradually turned red, turning from red to purple, and from purple to bluish. This was a sign of insufficient Qi and blood.
Luo Dongfu knew that his cultivation was far worse than that of a martial arts master.
At this time, as long as he withdraws, he can still save himself. Relying on the reputation of the Meng family, Hou Kuidong and Ni Huaiqi will not embarrass him too much.
But as a Confucian scholar, a disciple of the Meng family, and a descendant of Ya Sheng, how could he retreat?
We all know that military generals charge into battle, but since ancient times, those who have sacrificed their lives for righteousness and sacrificed their lives for righteousness are more often men of letters.
Now that he has chosen to stand up, and now that his funeral arrangements have been settled, he has put life and death aside.
At this time, no matter what, he will not retreat.
Even if you know that you can live if you retreat, but you will die if you don't.
Luo Dongfu gritted his teeth and persisted, trembling all over, spending his whole life's cultivation, relying on his last breath to mobilize the awe-inspiring aura that exists in the nature of heaven and earth.
Hou Kuidong couldn't help but frown.
He didn't want Luo Dongfu's life, he just wanted to teach him a lesson so as to save some face for the Qilumeng family and prevent him from becoming a mortal enemy.
But if Luo Dongfu doesn’t want it himself, it will be difficult for him to handle it.
Confucianism and martial arts are different.
Both internal and external martial arts practitioners cultivate Zhen Qi. Kung Fu is truly applied to oneself, and Zhen Qi also truly exists in the body. The deeper the internal strength, the more abundant the Zhen Qi is.
However, the awe-inspiring aura of Confucian cultivators exists widely between heaven and earth. It is not absorbed into the body by Confucianism. It is only through the special methods of Confucian cultivators that the body and heaven and earth can communicate and mobilize the awe-inspiring aura.
The so-called reading to nourish Qi means nourishing the Qi of heaven and earth. The highest state is the unity of heaven and man.
This is very similar to some Taoist natural practices.
Luo Dongfu's cultivation was no match for the Grandmaster, but he refused to back down and used his last breath to hold on to the energy of heaven and earth so that it would never dissipate.
Many literati in ancient times would rather die than surrender and used this method.
This makes it difficult for Hou Kuidong to handle.
To defeat Luo Dongfu, we can only use heavy blows instead of teaching him a lesson.
After another stalemate for a while, Ni Huaiqi next to him said dissatisfiedly: "Master Hou, since I have a desire to die, why do you have to be soft? If you can't do it, why don't I do it for you."
Hou Kuidong snorted coldly: "No need!"
Then he followed up with his other foot for half a step, and stood upright again.
The two feet took a total of half a step forward, but this half step was as heavy as moving a mountain.
The sky and the earth became dark, and the little remaining aura of awe that had been condensed exploded.
Luo Dongfu took a few steps back, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell down on his back.