Chapter 722 The drinker keeps his name, the old master wants to turn the book
At the Jinjiazhou battlefield site, a short and thin old man with white hair and purple clothes tied to a hip flask stood barefoot on the tip of an iron spear thrust into the ground. Yu Xuan looked around. In all directions, there were elite soldiers at the foot of Yizhou Mountain and Qi practitioners on the mountain.
There are corpses, and there are many piles of corpses in many places. They were supposed to be the large and small capitals built by the demon beasts for the big demon of the Bone Throne, so that Bai Ying could rely on these white-bone ghosts that had become puppets to push northward in one go.
, and capture the remaining territory of Jinjiazhou, which no longer has the power to fight decisively.
That Bai Ying is indeed the most damnable among the Fourteenth Throne Great Demon. Otherwise, the consequences will be endless. It is already so rampant in Jinjia Continent. Once this beast reaches the Middle Earth Divine Continent, what will happen?
It's a pity that he came a step too late and failed to stop the frantic Wanyan Laojing, nor could he take the opportunity to meet Bai Ying. In fact, Yu Xuan's purpose of coming here across the continent earlier was to put aside his grudges with Wanyan Laojing and help him.
Stay with Jinjiazhou for a little longer.
Yu Xuan believed that the dozens and hundreds of talismans in one group were indeed relatively innately superior to Bai Ying's army of bones. After all, Yu Xuan didn't have much of anything, except that the number of talismans was okay, so he won by quantity. Plus, he didn't have much.
Seeing that Bai Ying was not very good at catching and fighting, Yu Xuan felt that since it was safe to save his life, he came here to join in the fun. As long as he didn't learn from Zhou Shenzhi, it wouldn't be a big problem.
But now Yu Xuan was stepping on the tip of the spear, the cold wind was blowing, his sleeves were bulging, and the old man was pulling his beard, which made him even more worried.
Bai Ying has disappeared. She must have gone to Fuyao Island to surround and kill Bai Ye. Looking for a place near the water to get the moon first?
I just don’t know how this great demon of the throne, who doesn’t seem to be very good at catching and fighting, is feeling, and whether he is as worried as I am at Yu Xuan. After all, if I want to kill Bai Ye, how can I do it without paying a price?
Yu Xuan looked at the little girl who was walking slowly and then stopped a little further away. The old man smiled and said, "Let's call her Pei Qian, right? She's famous now, and she looks good with Cao Ci. Young people scare us to death."
I am old and immortal, very good, very good."
Pei Qian had been looking left and right before, stopped, clasped his fists, and asked: "Old Immortal Yu, can I clean up the battlefield? If possible, it can take at most one stick of incense. Half a stick of incense will do."
He could kill a Jade Pure Realm monster monk with just a few clicks. The old man was dressed like this. Pei Qian recognized his identity at a glance. He was Yu Xuan, the talisman of the Middle-earth Divine Continent.
In the early years, when we returned home from a long trip together, our master once mentioned that he was an old immortal who was admired very much and could make his master admire him. Now he is willing to come to the battlefield of Jinjiazhou alone. Pei Qian feels that he has missed the old swordsman Zhou, but he has not missed Yu.
Old fairy, this fight was not in vain. Pei Qian asked his master that year, which one is more valuable, the yellow paper talisman on his forehead, compared to the talisman Yu Laoer drew with the most care, is it the same? Master at that time
He hummed, narrowed his eyes with a smile, and poured an extra bowl of fish soup for Pei Qian. In fact, Heitan girl had already eaten and drank enough at that time, and her belly was round. When she took the bowl with a grimace, she didn't even know it.
Was he wrong or right?
Pei Qian thought of these things from his childhood for no reason, and felt quite sorry for the old god Yu. It was not because he was competing to see who was more valuable, but because he didn't know the heights of the world at that time and casually called Yu Lao'er, so Pei Qian was finally lucky.
When meeting a real person, he was extremely respectful and courteous. What's more, this old man's mood was upright and bright, like the Milky Way hanging in the sky, and the stars were shining brightly. Pei Qian had only glanced at it twice before, and didn't look much more, roughly determining the tendency of people's hearts to see such a scene.
After that, Pei Qian didn't dare to look more, and he couldn't look too much.
Yu Xuan nodded and said: "Are you afraid that Bai Ying is hiding in it? It's okay. She ran away long ago. No beast dares to come and die now. Don't worry. Not to mention a stick of incense, it will be fine for an hour. It's just a small
What are you doing here, girl? You are a pure martial artist with a high state of mind. After all, you cannot properly dispose of these corpses, so you should let me do it."
Pei Qian was a little embarrassed, but he still said frankly: "Old Immortal, I want to steal some items from those demon monks in exchange for some immortal money."
Yu Xuan was stunned for a long time. Such a young pure martial artist, who felt like a proud man of heaven who was only a little bit inferior to Cao Ci, was so shameless that he asked himself if he could pick up the money?
Isn't it bad to be just a little bit behind Cao Ci? In fact, it is very scary to the seniors, not to mention she is a girl who is much younger than Cao Ci. Yu Xuan almost asked shamelessly, "Does the little girl have a teacher? If not,
It just so happens that I know a little bit about boxing, why don't you worship me as your teacher." As for whether he knows boxing or not, he will first kidnap an apprentice. However, Yu Xuan knows very well that such a young genius must have learned a lot from his master.
Yu Xuan laughed and said: "Just feel free to pick up the money, I will keep an eye on it for you for a while."
After a while, make a decision.
Bai is not that easy to kill anyway.
After receiving the old god's decree, Pei Qian clasped his fists tightly, smiled brightly, pinched out a simple seal from his sleeve, then lightly stamped his foot, and took the several most precious mountain objects that he had spotted early on from some demon clan places.
The body of the immortal monk was shaken at the same time, and with a wave of his hand, it was collected into the objects within easy reach. Pei Qian swept away, and wherever he went, he stepped on the ground with his toes. For several miles, only the objects on the demon clan could be pulled out.
He rose from the ground, and then was accurately pulled by her fists one after another. Like guests coming to the door, they entered the nearby mansion one after another.
She and Sister Na Zaixi had borrowed a seal close to each other early, and later borrowed a small object from Zhu Mei. The previous few fights had not yielded much. After all, the battles on the battlefield were brutal every time, and survival was the most important thing. Pei
Qian never dared to be distracted, and today was the only exception. However, the battlefield site was full of treasures and artifacts from the immortal family. Pei Qian still planned to leave with a stick of incense and not waste more time with the old immortal.
Yu Xuan seemed to be standing on the tip of the spear, looking southward at Fuyao Island, but in fact he had been paying attention to the female martial artist behind him picking up rags.
Let's see if we keep our promise and only pick out the treasures on the mountain that are on the corpse of the monster and put them into our pockets. If one accidentally picks up the wrong one, don't blame me for being careless too.
very good.
The little girl has a good eye for picking things and is very responsible and careful in doing things.
In this case, no matter how many opportunities there are, you should take it. As long as you can see that you can take it and move it, the little girl will make a fortune. Of course Yu Xuan doesn't look down on these people who are of ordinary rank. What's more, he can only clean up the battlefield.
How could he care about making money, so as not to become a nuisance in future wars? Besides, Yu Xuan had never worried about immortal money and natal objects for a single day in his life. He only allowed them to come uninvited based on his ability.
It's a pity, it's a good-looking girl. What's the point of being a pure martial artist? It's better to join my mountain gate, learn my Taoism and talisman, and kill people without using fists or kicks. You must know that in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, there has always been that "murder fairy"
Little girl, have you ever heard of the saying "Qi, the talisman is in the Xuan"? Does it interest you? You can.
It's a pity that the little girl's eyes were so bright that she was so blinded by money that she didn't know about the real fairy money. It just stood there in front of her without moving.
Just one stick of incense.
Pei Qian once again returned to the place where he had stopped to clasp his fists, clasped his fists again, and thanked the old immortal Yu and said goodbye.
Yu Xuan nodded. The little girl is much more pleasing to the eye than that brat Cao Ci.
The old man has also made up his mind to go and have a look. He just wants to take a look at Fuyao Island, throw in a few talismans, and run away if he can't beat him.
Pei Qian, who was covered in blood, took a deep breath. Before Yu Feng Yuanyou evacuated from the battlefield, he looked at the corpses that were destined to be impossible to bury and would be meaningless to bury. Pei Qian bit his lip and silently said in his heart, "Go well, everyone."
Pei Qian bent his knees slightly and stood up from the ground. The earth trembled and rippled, shattering the real corpses of many demon clan and earthly immortal monks.
After hearing what Pei Qian was saying, Yu Xuan smiled slightly and stepped lightly on the tip of the spear. The old man landed barefoot, but the long bridge flipped over, like an immortal riding the wind, and caught up with Pei Qian, neither fast nor slow, and with Pei Qian.
Qian Ru and the two cavalry rode side by side. Pei Qian hesitated for a moment, but still held the spear with the golden talisman engraved on it. It was the target of the Jade Pu Realm monster clan who was killed by the old immortal Yu. Pei Qian turned around and shouted: "
The name of Yu Lao Shenxian is well-deserved. No wonder my master would say that the talisman Yu Wushuang, the murderous immortal Qi Xuan, when the talisman is placed in Xuan's hand, it is like a river flowing into the sea, with thousands of scenes, and even teaches the Middle Earth Divine Continent that Taoism is the highest in the world.
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Pei Qian Xiaoyou has a guilty conscience, but his master never said that. He doesn't know if his words will be flattering. It would be better if the master were here, and it would definitely be better to use a measured tone.
Pei Qian didn't dare to look further into the human world. The sad things in the human world were not only the ones in the world where his master was no longer around him.
It doesn't matter, she temporarily accepted an anonymous disciple, a little mute who doesn't like to talk and can't speak much.
Thousands of miles away from the battlefield, Pei Qian found the child on the top of a mountain, still squatting on the ground as usual. Cao Ci and sister Zaixi stood side by side, both dressed in white, like a couple of gods and goddesses walking out of a scroll.
After Pei Qian landed on the ground, he called out "Ah Ma". The little mute who didn't want to say anything just raised his head to look at her, then lowered his head again.
Pei Qian glanced at Cao Ci, feeling a little helpless. It wasn't until he saw Cao Ci confronting an Ascension Realm demon that Cao Ci was at a disadvantage, but was in a difficult situation. Pei Qian knew the truth. It turned out that Cao Ci was at a disadvantage.
In previous fights on the battlefield, Cao Ci still didn't use his full strength to kill monsters, save people, punch, strength, trajectory, withdraw the punch, and punch again. The punches were just right. Cao Ci seemed to be unpredictable with his punches, so he didn't have to throw punches at all.
Fight first.
After Pei Qian Yufeng left, Yu Xuan changed from pulling his beard to stroking it. No wonder the little girl knew etiquette so well. It turned out that she had a good master who taught her carefully. I don't know how old she was, but she was so steady and knowledgeable.
Yu Xuan suppressed his smile and disappeared in a blink of an eye, heading south and traveling across continents, muttering: "If you die, you will die."
The old man was alone, with only his talisman for company.
Haoran saved Bai Ye, and the talisman was in Xuan's hands.
Fuyao Island.
Bai Ye, armed with a sword and wearing a green shirt, flew up to the sky.
The mountains and rivers under the feet of a continent have become a big world of formations. From the sky to the land, everything is enveloped by the destiny of the wild world. Then, with the coast of Yizhou as the border, it has become a huge formation that detains, overwhelms, and surrounds Bai Ye.
cage.
It doesn't matter to Bai Ye, he just needs to keep the battlefield away from the human world. Bai Ye can't get used to seeing gods and mortals fighting each other and suffering disasters. The final battle of his swordsmanship in this life is like the final chapter of a poem. How can it be like this?
As for the rest, feel free to do whatever you want and be happy.
Bai Ye hovered with his sword and looked around, his heart not at a loss.
The only regret is that Bai doesn't want to owe anyone, but the sword that has been with him for many years will probably not be returned to the Taoist Priest Guan Sun of the Great Xuan City.
This fairy sword is called "Taibai".
The first time he met Daoist Sun and the immortal sword "Taibai" was also the first time Daoist Sun traveled to the vast world to relax. At first, Daoist Sun offered the sword as a gift, but Taibai was unwilling to accept it, so Daoist Sun changed the gift to borrowing it because of the power of the sword.
If your name slightly clashes with the peach blossom color of your Taoist temple, it is difficult to bring good luck. The fairy sword is too white, and it is a perfect match for you. If you are a poor Taoist, you should marry your daughter. If you marry Haoran far away, you will have a son-in-law by the way.
, no loss, no loss, it can be seen that if you act in a poor way, you will only make a big profit or a small profit...
There are only three people who can make Bai Ye feel indebted but not care too much. Sun Huaizhong, the ancestor of the Dao Sect Sword Immortal lineage, Jun Qian, his close friend who visited the immortal together, and Master Wen Sheng.
The great ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain. Wenhai Zhoumi, the swordsman Liu Cha. Bai Ying, Yang Zhi, Fei Fei. Yuan Shou, Yao Jia, Huang Luan, the owner of Hehua Temple. Niu Dao, Qie Yun, Long Jun, Wuyue.
There used to be those fourteen thrones in the wild world. Now that is a thing of the past.
At the final stage of the Sword Qi Great Wall battlefield, the master of Hehua Temple who had lost half of the moon was already killed by Dong Sangen. Not only that, he also killed the big demon and Mingyue together.
It is said that the great demon Huang Luan, who had refined countless immortal caves and pavilions, was also killed by A Liang in cooperation with the Sword Immortal Yao Chongdao, causing him to fall so hard that he had to change his skin and become the Nascent Soul realm.
Life is worse than death.
As for the Great Throne Demon who was the first to fall in the world in Fuyao Continent earlier, his pseudonym was Yao Jia. In the words of an old scholar, he liked to show off his wealth when he was rich. This kind of thing was the last thing to be seen.
It was an existence that killed countless landscape gods in Fuyao Continent to make up for the loss of its avenue on the Sword Qi Great Wall. Bai Ye handed out three swords one after another, and finally killed it at the ruins of Daoxuan Mountain. The first sword,
It is used to send guests away from Fuyao Island, so as not to hurt innocent people. The second sword and Yao Jia are traveling together in the sea, and they are used to return gifts to the wild world. The third sword Bai is also the most devoted, and it can be regarded as a recent memorial to those who died heroically on the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
Sword repair.
In fact, Bai Ye should have handed out one or two more swords to really kill Yao Jia.
It was just that someone took action at that time and suppressed the great ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain's magical power to change the world.
Otherwise, Bai wouldn't mind traveling far away with his sword, just in time to see the remaining half of the Sword Qi Great Wall that still belongs to the vast world.
Bai Ye was currently hovering in the middle of the sea of clouds over Yizhou.
The sea of clouds under your feet is the destiny of the great withered demon Bai Ying. It is filled with the fierce resentment of the wronged souls and fierce ghosts. There are also countless white bones and skulls, and the arms want to rush towards Bai Ye, but Bai Ye does not need to use his sword.
The anger was completely driven away.
Bai Ying no longer sat on the withered bone throne, but stood up. Next to him stood a powerful sword attendant with the appearance of the Dragon Lord Formation Master in the past.
On top of the corpse of an ancient god floating in the air, the Great Demon Wuyue stood on top of the corpse, reaching out to hold a spear that penetrated the head. There was a thunderous earthquake, and there were colorful thunder and lightning lingering around the spear and the whole arm of the Great Demon Wuyue. The thunder
The sound resounded over a continent, making the five mountains reappear in the world like the supreme god of the thunder tribe.
There was a giant with three heads and six arms, sitting on a futon covered with golden books. The sword mark on his chest had passed through the Great Wall of Sword Qi, but only half of it had been erased, and half of it had been intentionally left.
He has to wait until he personally destroys the Ascension City of the Fifth World before he can completely erase the sword marks.
The big demon wearing an imperial crown looked up, wearing a black dragon robe, with the head of a human and the body of a dragon. Around the huge body, there were floating flying apsaras holding pipa in their arms. They happened to be caught by their old friend Yuan Shu, who came across the continent in an instant.
Use it to catch, chew, and drink soybeans with wine to heal wounds. I hit two sticks on the battlefield of Old Dragon City and received a lot of blows from the sword cultivator Feijian of Beiju Luzhou. I couldn’t talk about how to damage the foundation of the avenue.
After all, the injury was serious, and the big demon's real body is so tough. Once injured, he would not be afraid of facing an opponent in the Ascension Realm who is not a sword cultivator. But now facing Bai Ye, Yuan Shou has always been rude to Yang Zhi.
Zhi Ling doesn't mind this loss, both sides must return to their peak combat strength.
Yuan Shou is still hovering with his sword, carrying a long stick on his shoulder, and in his hand is a string of beads refined from many mountains. Now there are many more beads in his hand, which are from some of the big mountains in Tongye Continent.
In fact, there is no chance of winning. In a situation of guaranteed victory, Liu Cha from his own camp, A Liang who returned to the Great Wall of Sword Qi from the Outer World, and Bai Ye change positions will all end up with the same fate. Let
The only thing that Yang Zhi and Yuan Shou, or all the great demons, care about is whether one of the six of them dies, and which one dies. Bai Ye's last sword in this life will definitely bring someone to the funeral, even if he can't kill him.
Whoever loses and falls into the fate of Huang Luan is not the same as dead.
A burly demon wearing golden armor, his appearance is the same as that of a human, but he is hundreds of feet tall. The ancient golden armor he wears is both a cage and a shelter. The golden armor tends to be broken on the edge, with thick strips.
The golden light is like water, like a stream leaning out of a stone stream. His alias is "Niudao", and the name he chose can be described as extremely vulgar. He and the other great demons on the throne stare at the vast world, each taking what they want, but they are not the same. He is really seeking revenge.
The target is still in Qingming Tianxia, not even in Bai Yujing, but a "young and old guy" who likes to stay in the Lotus Cave to watch Taoism!
The only big demon who never likes his true form is Qie Yun, who has an unusually handsome face and a sword gourd tied around his waist.
Therefore, he looks extremely small, roughly the same size as the scholar Bai Ye.
Bai Ying, Wu Yue, Yang Zhi, Yuan Shou, Niu Dao, Qie Yun.
They come from different battlefields and different locations, and finally find themselves together in Fuyaozhou.
The six great demons that surrounded and killed Bai Ye turned out to be the great demons who deserved to be on the throne.
The master of Lotus Temple, Huang Luan, Yao Jia, and the three great demons have all become Lao Huangli. But now there is Xiao Xun, who has a high position on the throne, and two more who are not so popular in the Ascension Realm. The two at the end
The new throne demon, the previous throne, actually did not pay attention to it, just make up for it. For example, in this unprecedented siege and suppression, Zhou Mi did not let them show up at all.
Bai Ye smiled and said: "Less than half of the new Fourteenth Thrones come to Fuyao Continent, do they look down on me, Bai Ye?"
Naqie Yun twirled a strand of hair at her temples and said with a smile, "These are words that only the Holy Master can say."
Bai Ye shook his head and said, "There are some words that even the Holy Master may not be able to say."
The implication is that there are naturally some words that I, the only one in the world, can say.
None of the six big demons spoke. They probably had nothing to say.
Bai Ye stretched out his hand and gently grasped the hilt of the sword, wondering: "What are you doing here? Just come and kill Bai Ye. Don't you dare to kill? Then I will kill the demon."
A sword is unsheathed.
The fairy sword is too white, the sword light is too white.
Suddenly there was only light between heaven and earth.
The first mountain and river restriction on the sky of Fuyao Continent, belonging to the wild world, was completely shattered. There was a torrential rain and colorful glass, all of which were Bai Ye's sword energy. The sword formation smashed into the sea of clouds and the six-headed demon.
At the northern ferry of Tongye Island, four students and teachers from the Wenhai lineage in the wild world were walking together.
Zhou Mi was in a good mood and rarely talked about old things with the three direct disciples.
"Jia Sheng, a frustrated man in the vast world, after leaving the Divine Continent of Middle-earth, if he wants to become the Wenhai Zhouzhou in the wild world, of course he will pass through the Great Wall of Sword Qi."
"At that time, the scholar who claimed that he wanted to bring peace to the human race for all eternity still refused to give up on his hometown, so he found Chen Qingdu, the boss swordsman who had nothing to do anyway."
Having said this, Zhou Mi smiled knowingly, "It can be considered a false edict. At that time, he claimed that he had obtained a tacit understanding from a deputy leader of the Chinese Confucian Temple and the Academy of Liquor. As long as the tens of thousands of sword cultivators in the Great Wall of Sword Qi are willing to help and follow
The qi practitioners of Haoran Tianxia will fight together towards Tuoyue Mountain in the wild world to open up territory for Haoran Tianxia and create a feat that has never been done in ten thousand years. Then the identity of the sword cultivator who has been a prisoner for ten thousand years will become the real old Huangli and Confucian Temple.
I am willing to give up a piece of extremely blessed land and leave it to the sword cultivator. From now on, the two sides will not be in conflict with each other.
A young blind man with a scholarly air said: "In terms of emotions, reasons, and general trends, the Confucian Temple should pay this way. No, they will all pay this way."
In the past, Jiashen Zhang was a clog, and now Zhou Mi is a closed disciple, Zhou Qinggao.
The teacher said that the world has changed, and many good words will turn into bad words. Just like the word "Qinggao" was given to the name, the original intention was so good, but what about the world now? As a close disciple of Wenhai Zhoumi, you should first try to change this word "Qinggao" into something new.
Be a kind word in a person's heart.
Zhou Mi smiled and said: "Of course I need to guarantee to Chen Qingdu that Jianxiu can survive at least half of the war when the war ends! Otherwise, scholars including Jia Sheng will be most likely to regret and go back on their word."
Zhou Qinggao asked curiously: "What did the boss sword immortal say?"
"Chen Qingdu liked to walk on the top of the city with his hands behind his back, so I walked with him for several miles. Chen Qingdu smiled and said that this kind of thing has nothing to do with me. As long as you can convince the Chinese Confucian Temple and
With the exception of a few sword immortals like myself, I don’t have any problems here.”
"I am the last criminal officer in the history of the Sword Qi Great Wall. I have been there for more than a hundred years. Of course I used a pseudonym. Chen Qingdu also helped me hide my true identity. Can't you guess?"
Zhou Mi smiled. For some reason, although Chen Qingdu was surprisingly easy to talk to at the time, he didn't seem to think he could succeed from the beginning.
The Sword Immortal Shou Chen smiled and said: "It's really hard to guess."
Liu Bai suddenly asked: "Sir, why is Bai willing to defend Fuyao Island alone with his sword?"
The teacher just laughed and did not explain anything to this direct disciple.
Zhou Qinggao could only help his husband and senior sister to explain patiently: "Senior sister, do you think your death was in vain?"
Zhou Qinggao shook his head to himself and said slowly: "Yes and no. Right and wrong. When Zhou Shenzhi was in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, he was the old god in the eyes of almost all the Qi practitioners on the mountain, especially the local sword cultivators.
One of the ten people in Shenzhou, even if he is not ranked high, only ninth, he is still considered to be invincible with the sword."
"After the great demon was given a throne and killed alive, many people in the Middle-earth Divine Continent began to complain about the 'Old Abacus' who was at the bottom of the ten people. Many people even felt that Zhou Shenzhi was an old man who did not live up to his name.
You trash, what kind of swordsman is that? Maybe even Zhou Shenzhi might not be able to engrave a name on the Great Wall of Sword Qi in that barbarian land. After Zhou Shenzhi died, and Wanyan Laojing rebelled, if it were you, you would have reached the Ascension Realm.
Do you want to go for a dip in the muddy water?”
"Isn't Bai Ye better than Zhou Shenzhi in swordsmanship? Kill that throne with three swords and avenge Zhou Shenzhi? Then what will happen if Bai Ye dies? But the problem is that Bai Ye doesn't go to Fuyao Continent either. Who can go and who dares to go?
?Whether it is Fuyao Continent or Tongye Continent, is it the decisive place that determines the ownership of the world?"
Liu Bai was actually not stupid. Otherwise, he would not have become Clogs' right-hand man in planning the matter when he applied for Najia. He nodded and said: "In the end, it still depends on the battle situation in the Middle-earth Divine Continent. As long as Haoran Tianxia can hold it, that's it.
If we remain invincible, we will be in trouble, quite troublesome. Many accumulated first-mover advantages will gradually turn into hidden dangers, large and small, and surface one by one."
Shou Chen suddenly said: "Bai Ye should just give it up and return to the Middle Earth Divine Continent. He has opened up a new world and has great merits. Killing the throne with his sword is enough to have a clear conscience. It's time for someone else to come on stage.
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Zhou Qinggao shook his head and said: "If Bai Ye thinks this way, then Haoran Tianxia will really be easy to fight."
Liu Bai admired this close disciple who had just been named by his master, who was now her junior brother.
When I was in the Jia Shen account, Liu Bai was enough to admire the military account leader Clu's strategizing.
Now that they are in the same sect, Liu Bai feels even more ashamed.
As for Mr. Zhou, Zhou Qinggao is never timid at all, and he never seems to be afraid of saying the wrong thing or doing the wrong thing.
When talking to his senior brother, Shou Chen, he didn't fall behind in the slightest, and he definitely didn't mean it in terms of words. The junior brother must definitely win over his senior brother.
Zhou Mi smiled and said, "You guys still think too little."
"Don't think that because the Great Wall of Sword Qi has blocked us for so many years, you think your own country is not very strong. Well, it's okay for you to think so. As for my hometown, sir, at the foot of the mountain and halfway up this vast world, everyone thinks so.
That would be even better, great. Only a few people, like embroidered tigers and white people, dare to wake up alone while everyone else is drunk. More people, on the contrary, are most afraid of this. They are troubled by the fierce discussions of those idiots at the bottom of the mountain.
If you continue to annoy me to no end, then the gods on the mountain will never have a bad temper."
The Great Wall of Sword Qi is too difficult to defeat, which is a bad thing, but actually a good thing.
After laying down the Great Wall of Sword Qi, it is easy to attack Tongye Continent and Fuyao Continent. The battlefield qi will not drop, but will rise accordingly. Sooner or later, Nan Po Suo Continent will have to be breached, and Jin Jia Continent will have to be destroyed, as well as the one in front of us.
Aquarius Island.
"If Zhou Shenzhi hadn't wanted to die, he would have died, otherwise it would have hindered the situation in Fuyao Continent. In addition, this guy refused to retreat, so I was actually ready to give him a chance to become famous.
Didn't Bai Ye kill the throne demon with three swords later? Bai Ye would not even have a chance to use his sword, because Zhou Shenzhi had severely damaged the throne demon with one sword earlier. From this, it can be seen that the sword immortal of the Great Wall of Sword Qi
Ah, sword cultivators, they are all ants-like paper stuff. Look at Zhou Shenzhi, who is only ninth in the Middle Earth Divine Continent. He only has fourteen thrones in total. Our old swordsman Zhou is in the cave of mountains and rivers.
The sword was enough to settle one. So this battle was actually very easy to fight. Those monster beasts have devoted half of the world's power in the true sense, so what, they are not worth mentioning at all."
"So it was just a fluke that we won the land of two continents."
"Moreover, it's just that the Chinese Confucian Temple is too cautious, and the Confucian saints are too fussy, and they are too unsage and irresponsible. They are ridiculous, too disappointing, and too sad and indignant."
Liu Bai was stunned when he heard this.
Zhou Mi shook his head gently, looked towards the Middle Earth Divine Continent, and said with a smile: "The world of Haoran has not changed. It will always teach people to laugh away their tears."
"A strong person doesn't care about right or wrong, and must have no worries at the same time. As long as a strong person is strong enough and secures the top position, words, actions, even silence, everything is reasonable, and even the whole world will help him.
Be reasonable."
Zhou Mi smiled and said: "Bai Ye will die in vain. When the time comes, the world will only see the truth with its own eyes. The most proud Bai Ye in the world was killed by Liu Cha's sword in the wild world. That's all. He was not a human before.
Aren’t people afraid at all? Now I want you to scare your courage out of your wits.”
From the mountain to the foot of the mountain, we are accustomed to brutal fighting, whether we die if we die, or if we have to die, is the vast world that has enjoyed peace for thousands of years worthy of comparison with the barbaric world?
When it comes to mobilizing the power of the whole world on a large scale, you are scattered piece by piece in the vast world, and everyone is playing with your mud in their own homes.
Zhou Mi laughed loudly, then straightened his clothes, shook his sleeves, and actually took the initiative to open a continent's destiny ban, bowed to heaven and earth, and said loudly: "Holy Master, my hometown has made the scholar Jia Sheng despair for too many years, and now
You have to allow me, Wen Haizhou, to disgust you."
Atop a sea of clouds in Aquarius Island.
Xu Ruo asked: "Is this Jia Sheng?"
Cui Chan said: "Pretend to be pretentious and hide your behind-the-scenes tricks."
Zhou Mi turned to look at Aquarius Continent, "The only person in heaven and earth who knows me is Xiuhu."
Zhou Qinggao only asked one crucial question: "Confucian Temple?"
Zhou Mi smiled and said: "Why is it so important? My hometown is not a place that is reasonable."
He is careful and reasonable, so he has spoken for the Confucian Temple a long time ago, and he has long explained why the Chinese Confucian Temple is so imprisoned and restrained.
Jia Sheng’s twelve strategies for peace at that time! Which strategy was not to prevent the Confucian Temple from happening today?! Which one was not the fundamental reason for the current corruption of the situation? A gentleman and sage could not be the national teacher of the temple and the monarch behind the scenes.
The vast world, where even the emperors and kings cannot make everyone a disciple of Confucianism, deserves to suffer today. It is your own trouble brought by your Confucian Temple. When it comes to the time when people need to die on the battlefield, saints, gentlemen, wise men, what will you do with it?
To speak truth? Carrying a few books of saints and sages, go and talk to those who are about to die about the principles of saints and saints in those books?
At that time, the world did not listen and the Twelve Policies for Peace that I had painstakingly written were shelved in a high cabinet.
So now, listen more, think more, and think carefully.
It's a pity that there is only one Cui Chan. It's a pity that if you have an embroidered tiger, not only will you die, but you will also be remembered in history books for thousands of years, even...even if the world wins this war, it will still be like this, it is destined to be like this.
Your Confucian Temple has given the world too many paths to take and given the world too much freedom, but it will only make people feel that everyone is not free, which is far from enough.
very good!
If you want that pure and unfettered freedom, Tuoyueshan will give it to you.
Respecting the strong is the only truth. This is what the wild world has always said, but it is not my careful words.
Zhou Mi quickened his pace a little, and the three students decided to let their husband walk alone on the beach.
Shou Chen stopped and looked to the north at the battlefield at the southernmost tip of Aquarius Continent. Fei Fei had already sent the plague gods and the two passers-by to Old Dragon City, and it seemed to be working well.
Zhou Qinggao and Liu Bai turned around and walked slowly. Zhou Qinggao was silent for a moment and suddenly said: "Senior sister, do you know that you like that hidden official?"
Liu Bai was stunned, then laughed and cursed: "What?! Clogs, are you crazy?!"
Zhou Qinggao stopped and said with a smile: "Who is crazy? No one is crazy."
Liubai's face turned as white as snow, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Impossible! Junior brother, please don't talk nonsense."
Zhou Qinggao continued to move, "Instead of worrying about the inner demon in the future being Lord Yin Guan, it is better to open up your heart and admit that you like something. First, Chen Ping'an will definitely die on the Great Sword Qi Wall, even if he takes 10,000 steps back,
If Chen Pingan is not dead, the senior sister actually knows it well, and she is destined to be unable to take revenge on him personally in this life. Then the inner demons will always be on the road of cultivating the mind, waiting to be revealed. The more you deceive yourself and others, the more opportunities the inner demons will take advantage of.
Second, you must not only like it, but also become your true favorite. Then Liu Bai only needs to have one thought in his heart. He will definitely ask Jian Feisheng in person in the future so that the culprit who killed Chen Pingan can let Ning Yao know.
The thing is, Chen Pingan likes Ning Yao more than he likes Liu Bai."
Sweat was pouring down his face, but he never moved to keep up with the junior brother.
Shou Chen and Zhou Mi laughed in their hearts and said, "Sir, you have gained a good disciple."
Zhou Mi smiled and said: "It's normal for senior brother to be inferior to junior brother. Just don't come too early."
"Zhou Qinggao is not the same as you senior brothers and sisters. He sincerely admires the Great Wall of Sword Qi and is fascinated by the young hidden official. Therefore, his inner negation of Haoran Tianxia is heavier than all of you. With this,
At the same time, he has a greater chance to become Chen Ping'an in the wild world. He must first be like him before he can surpass him. As for that Fei Ran, he finally had his own path to follow early on. He took the pseudonym Chen Yin and landed on Tongye Island.
After all, it’s boring to have nothing to do, not to mention Feiran doesn’t need to be someone else.”
"Mr. is in a good mood today, so I will tell you a few words in advance. There are some young people in my heart that I am very optimistic about. In addition to you and Zhou Qinggao, Fei Ran, there are also Yu Si,? Tan, Daukou and so on. There are about a dozen of them.
There are less than twenty young people, and I look forward to your great achievements. I believe you, sir, will not be low."
"I'm going to find Xieyue and take her to see the sycamore tree and the demon-suppressing tower. Sir, Shou Chen, please help me and your junior brother to keep an eye on the old Dragon City battlefield."
The minister took the order.
Mr. Zhou is thorough, considerate and thorough in his conduct.
Junior brother is noble, the water is clear and the mountains are high, and he conducts himself well in the world.
The old scholar staggered and sat on the canopy of Nan Posu Island, not far away from an accompanying sage from the lineage of rites and saints.
One doesn't want to speak for the moment, and the other is waiting to speak. Anyway, the old scholar around him will definitely speak, and there is no way to stop him.
"You saints and sages have been lonely since ancient times and have worked hard."
Sure enough, the old scholar coughed hard for a few times, which meant that he couldn't spit out a few mouthfuls of real blood, so he just used it to moisten his throat. He first told others how hard it was, and then complained to the saint: "I
It’s not easy either. Let’s forget about the merit list of the Confucian Temple. It’s not short of two strokes, but you have to credit me with an extra credit first. In the future, when there is a quarrel in the Confucian Temple, you have to stand on my side and say some fair words.”
The sage who accompanies the Confucian Temple nodded and said: "If you have something to say, let's discuss the matter. What I should say is not a single word short of Literary Sage. What I shouldn't say, even if Literary Sage is wallowing here, it will still be useless."
The old scholar sat cross-legged, beat his chest and said aggrievedly: "I am not as generous as your husband in doing things. No wonder there is no prefix in front of the word holy. Look at me, you can learn from me..."
The sage said bluntly: "If you don't read too much, you won't learn."
The lineage of Literary Saints in the Confucian Temple has always been closest to the lineage of Literary Saints whose incense has faded. Otherwise, the Grand Priest Liquor of Liji Academy would not have so much hope that Mao Xiaodong, who is not directly descended from the Literary Saints lineage but is registered, can stay at home to study.
Gong devoted himself to his studies.
And the war supervisor of the Sword Qi Great Wall back then, the gentleman Wang Zai from Liji Academy, would not take the initiative to say a few ill words with hidden good intentions for Chen Ping'an, who was not yet a hidden official at that time, and finally took the initiative to talk to Chen Ping'an.
Chen Ping'an asked for a seal with the inscription "The sun shines brightly throughout the day, and the moon shines brightly across the night." He even asked Chen Pingan to sign it in a very private way.
The old scholar sighed, he was really boring. If he hadn't been too lazy to run away, he would have changed his chat to something more interesting and interesting.
There are a total of seventy-two worship sages in the Chinese Confucian Temple. Among them, those who are responsible for sitting in the sky of Jiuzhou, "sitting on the wax" year after year, need to patrol the mountains and rivers of the continent day and night, the brightest human lights, suppress all the ascension realms.
As a result of the actions of the great monks, they were not allowed to leave the mountains and rivers of a continent without authorization. They also had to monitor the whereabouts of the immortals and use their magical powers indiscriminately to avoid harming the common people in the world. For example, Tongye Continent and Fuyao Continent had three people back then, and Aquarius Continent was the smallest because it was the smallest place.
There are only two people. As for Nan Posuo Island, since it is closest to Xuanxuan Mountain and Jianqi Great Wall, there are as many as four.
Among them, there once was a man in Fuyao Island whose temperament was similar to that of the old scholar. He was relatively talkative. He joked with the old scholar in private and said that he saw the lights in the world in the distance that were used to pray for blessings and make wishes.
As we get closer, I really feel that the beauty of this world is the ultimate.
It is precisely because of the sage's words that the old scholar had the humorous comment of "sitting on wax". Being able to say bad things as really good things is a unique skill of the old scholar.
As for being able to say good things so that everything is wrong... Fuck you, my old scholar is a scholar with a good reputation! Who can I say a bad word?!
The old scholar asked: "Is there any wine? There is always more wine in the world. You can borrow two pots from a wealthy family, and we two brothers will take one. Remember, don't pick the fairy wine from the fairy house on the mountain. I am not the one.
That kind of fussy person."
The saint shook his head.
The old scholar clapped his hands with his fist, "Then I'll go find Chen Chun'an for a drink later, and I won't even need to borrow it. Alas, look at this whole thing, it seems that all of a sudden the scholars of the Lisheng lineage are not as good as the Yasheng lineage.
It’s so grand. It’s my fault, it’s my fault, it’s because there’s no wine here, otherwise I would have punished myself by having three drinks first.”
The sage said: "The literary sage said yes."
The old scholar immediately laughed and said: "Standing upright and having a great spirit in your heart is enough. No wonder you can be a saint above Chen Chun'an. The other saints who accompany you are not as majestic as you. The only flaw is that you are picky about some small things.
point."
The saint said: "If I remember correctly, someone almost put a sack on a registered disciple and threw it in the Liji Academy. Before doing this, he also warned the disciple that he would become a priest of the Lisheng lineage one day.
Sage, in the future you must go to Nan Posuo Continent to control the sky? You must help Mr. to vent his bad breath?"
The old scholar waved his hands vigorously and denied, "It's impossible, it's impossible. Mao Xiaodong respects his teachers the most and will never betray his husband."
I don't know whether to deny it or admit it.
The sage said: "Mao Xiaodong got drunk at the Grand Ceremony Wine. He was talking about it as a matter of his own gentleman's style and appearance."
The old scholar twisted his beard and nodded, admiring: "It makes sense, it makes sense. It's very impressive."
The saint suddenly looked at the distance beyond the mountains and rivers of a continent, and asked: "Sage Literary, can we win? Can we kill fewer people?"
The old scholar thought for a while and replied: "Since you can't do more, just think more about the good things."
There are still some sages in the Confucian Temple who, at the cost of wasting their cultivation on the great road, search for broken secret realms in the long river of time, and then put them on the map of the vast world, either waiting for the destined person, or coming into being, and eventually they will become the latest one in the vast world.
Cave heaven or blessed land. The Confucian Temple itself has never occupied it. A deputy leader once said with a smile that if he wants to compete with the world for interests, what else can he do with the teachings of sages and sages.
The biggest gain in the past ten thousand years is of course the unraveling of the fifth world. The two major contributions in discovering the traces and stabilizing the road are due to the old scholar who quarreled the most. In the past, the dispute between March and Fourth was the most frustrating
A certain accompanying saint who was embarrassed, waited until the old scholar showed up with Bai Ye, and then he felt relieved and passed away suddenly. He only had a smile with the old scholar.
The remaining sages who accompanied the sages, some were all, some were half, so weird, so resolute, went to a distant land where they would never return, and stayed with the sage for hundreds of thousands of years.
Therefore, the old scholar who always felt most sorry for his youngest disciple never said a word for the disciples who were closed down now, except for this matter of traveling far away.
It was only when I met the daughter-in-law that the closed disciples had gone through so much trouble to find in the Fifth World, the most wonderful little girl Ning Yao, the old scholar, that I suddenly felt sad. I almost had to do it in front of my best friend.
Bai Ye burst into tears in front of a junior. It was really hard to explain the hardships. Not to mention that it was not so easy for a closed disciple of his family to do it alone.
It was rare for the saint to take the initiative to speak, and he still had a smile. He told the old scholar an old story about an old friend. In fact, compared to existences like them, the years are not far apart, but when he thinks of it now, it seems like a distant thing: "
My good friend passed by this place in the past and before returning to Tongyezhou, he scolded Literary Saint a lot of unpleasant things."
The old scholar scratched his head, then folded his arms and sneered: "If you just scold him a few words, you won't lose a few ounces of meat. If I am more serious, even if I am not a literary sage, I have read tens of thousands of sages' books in vain!"
The saint laughed again and said: "My old friend's last sentence was that 'the cold pig head meat in the Confucian Temple is delicious, but the old showman can't eat it anyway. This guy is so shameless that he went to the Confucian Temple one day, and you can steal a few pieces from him.
Eat it'."
The old scholar slapped his knee, "Eat as long as you want, who is afraid of whom? If a scholar secretly eats cold pig head meat, can it be called stealing?!"
In the past, an old scholar rarely had a straight face and harshly taught a young disciple who had never had to worry about his studies. The old scholar talked to a young man about the long-term future, "Xiao Qi! Today, my husband has made a big splash with you for the first time."
Ah, listen carefully, sir, if you speak louder, don't cry... Okay, okay, to be honest, it really doesn't matter if you raise your voice... Cold pork head meat, is it so easy to eat, is it so delicious?! Can it?
Eating is the best. If you can’t eat it, don’t eat it! You can’t become a sage just for the sake of eating pig head meat! How can it be bad to be a gentleman or the head of an academy, or not have high ambitions?”
The idea of eating cold pig head meat was not invented by the old scholar, but it was really popularized by the old scholar. Many sages occasionally made fun of themselves and were willing to take the initiative to mention this saying.
Is it that easy to be a saint?
The old scholar once said that in Confucianism, it is easy for a gentleman to die, but it is difficult for a saint to die. But the old scholar only said half of what he said. It is difficult for a saint to die, so does it make him feel better?
Why is it that the Confucian saints who sit in the sky and the dignified Confucian saints who accompany the Confucian Temple are considered to be scholars with profound knowledge in the world? Even the gentlemen and wise men can display Confucian magical powers.
For example, those seventy-two academies in Fuyao Continent and Tongye Continent, the gentlemen and sages, those scholars who no longer had the opportunity to turn a page of the sage's book, were still able to kill the enemy before dying.
So why in the face of the massive invasion of the barbarian world, the Confucian sages who sit in the sky can only integrate their destiny into one continent?
This is the best thing those poor sages can do. Does that old thief Wanyan Laojing know? Of course he does, does he care? He doesn't care at all.
Those who slander or scold the Chinese Confucian Temple for having no achievements and doing nothing, do you know what happened to the gentlemen and sages of Sanzhou Academy, the mountain chiefs and Confucian scholars? Do you know, do you care? Not necessarily. We need people to be heroes, but also to talk about
A successful king and a defeated bandit.
Just like the "old friend" mentioned by the sages around him, he was the sage in Tongyezhou who allowed Du Mao to go to Laolong City. The old scholar scolded him, and he would have beaten him if Yasheng had not shown up to stop him.
beated.
So what, there was no more cold pig head meat to eat in the Chinese Confucian Temple. With his previous experience of sitting in Tianmu for many years and still concentrating on honing his knowledge, he was forced to eat the incense of the Confucian Temple again, and he decided to return to Tongyezhou.
, even if he wished to die, that guy still had to rush early.
And that guy's true body, following the Li Sheng to protect the vast world, had long been shattered and dissipated while fighting with the remnants of the ancient gods.
Do you, the old scholar, want to give this a thumbs up? You have to.
In the world of Qing Ming, a white jade capital was built to suppress the external demons. In the world of lotus, the Buddhist kingdom of the West suppressed countless most stubborn ghosts and evil spirits.
Haoran Tianxia seems to be the demon clan responsible for targeting the wild world. There are far more than that.
As the most important enclave in the vast world, the Great Sword Qi Wall has tens of thousands of sword cultivators, who have been guarding this place for thousands of years to contain the monsters in the wild world. The Great Sword Qi Wall has stood for thousands of years, so will the Confucian Temple be able to sit back and relax for thousands of years? It’s just that
Stand by and watch the show? Why does the second-ranked ceremonial saint in the Confucian Temple almost never show up in the Confucian Temple? Even the three-fourth dispute did not speak out? Even if there are hundreds of reasons, the biggest one is that the foreign invasion was too great at that time and it was far away.
Worry is actually never far away.
All the accompanying sages who sit in charge of Jiuzhou Tianmu have their true bodies outside the sky! Follow the sages to fight against the remnants of the ancient gods! Only the Yin Gods are left in their hometown, half-dead, and they have to go to sit in Yizhou Tianmu and be a pitiful piece of shit.
God!
Otherwise, the ancient gods who are now piercing the sky to visit Haoran World have been in a daze for thousands of years, and will they be the door gods of our Haoran World?!
The old scholar said: "As you just said, when you have something to say, you should discuss the matter. Your friend has really benefited the world by relying on moral articles, and he has done a pretty good job. This kind of thing is not said in front of you.
I still say the same thing to my disciples."
The sage nodded and said: "The teachings of the Literary Saint are the most in line with my heart."
In fact, in addition to the teachings of saints and sages, the words of the old scholar that impressed the Tianmu Sage the most are very old scholar, not quite a literary sage.
Anyone who doesn't deal with me is a rotten bad guy? Anyone who has a dispute with me is an enemy with no merits? Scholars who are different from my cultural background are just reading in heretical ways?
Who the hell am I?!
At that time, the old scholar was in the Confucian Temple and spoke at the top of his voice. It seemed that he was talking about himself first, but in fact he was talking about everyone last.
The old scholar turned his head and asked sincerely: "If you admire my knowledge and personality so much, why don't you become my disciple?"
The saint said calmly: "I am several hundred years older than Wen Shengxu. Besides, I believe Wen Sheng knows well whether the knowledge of our Lisheng lineage is good or not."
The old scholar rubbed his hands and said: "You, you, you are still thin-skinned. I have a very good relationship with your family's Lisheng. It will be fine if you change the family. I have to praise you for your good taste. Even if the Lisheng doesn't praise you,
When the time comes, I will also give you a few words of praise to Li Sheng, you really have accepted a good student without any sense of family."
The saint said nothing.
Lao Xiucai is famous for climbing up along the pole. If there is no pole, he has to chop bamboo and firewood to make one.
Even if he is facing the sage, or even the sage.
Even when facing villagers from the countryside or even schoolchildren.
The old scholar coughed slightly.
In the remote and inaccessible places in the mountains and rivers of the two continents, those people who have not been completely stripped of their awe-inspiring destiny will immediately experience strange phenomena, either the clouds are rolling or relaxing, or the water is rising and falling.
As for Nan Posuo Island, there is this saint beside the old scholar who is responsible for the destiny of the mountains and rivers, and there are only a few ripples but then there are no ripples.
The old scholar smiled and said: "I'm tired. This guest of mine is not a good guest."
The saint shook his head and said: "Anyway, I don't have any wine to entertain the literary saint."
The old scholar asked: "Are you chasing people away?"
The saint nodded and said with a smile: "The literary saint said so."
The old scholar sighed with emotion: "Isn't it a good feeling to just sit and wait for death?"
The saint shook his head and said: "It's better than the Literary Sage. You don't have to suffer pain."
The sages left only the Yin God to sit in the sky and be responsible for stabilizing the fate of mountains and rivers. This was a helpless move for the Confucian Temple, and it was also a fortunate and suitable thing for the human world, because since ancient times, the lonely sages had no real body, so they were more pure and in line with the way of heaven.
The old scholar stood up, cursed and walked away. He stumbled and disappeared quickly.
Anyway, the Qi practitioners in the world today are all impassioned and filled with righteous indignation. They often call these saints good people who only give away their lives, just like the words of his old scholar.
The saint sighed, and Xiao Xun drew his sword and fought with the left and right. The old scholar not only needed to drink a few sips of wine, but if he had been an ordinary Ascension Realm monk, he would have swallowed mountains and rivers to make up for the foundation of the great road.
The saint looked down and saw that there was another quarrel over at Chen's Academy, the master of memorial arches in the world.
Nowadays, there are many Confucian scholars in the official academies of the major dynasties in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, and even the Confucian scholars in these seventy-two academies. They all speak uprightly, as if they are willing to cut off their bodies and lose their identity as Confucian scholars. They also want to scold the sages for their inaction, and they are all so confused.
It seems that they haven't encountered half of the military book, and they have allowed Tongye, Fuyao and most of Jinjia Continent to watch their fall. How does the Middle-earth Divine Continent need to build a front? I, Yangyang Middle-earth, even Tongye Continent and Fuyao Continent
Can't defend two small places? As long as all the sages from the Confucian Temple come out and ten people from the Middle Earth are assisting, ten people are not enough, plus ten candidates, plus the mighty Yu Pu and the immortals to help, those barbaric worlds
Those beasts, those with fourteen thrones and no thrones, are all easily smashed to pieces and destroyed in a snap.
There was a young woman wearing a red cotton-padded jacket who was quietly listening to a gathering of Confucian scholars for a long time. Regardless of whether what they said was right or not, she listened first before speaking.
But after hearing too many conclusive words, she also wanted to ask a few questions. So she found a Confucian scholar in the academy and asked: "Are you going to invite the immortals from the Ascension Realm to come out of the mountain?"
"There is a most holy teacher, a sage and a sage."
"What if they are still unwilling to go out of the mountain? After all, people will die in war. All the people in the Ascension Realm of Tongyezhou are dead. They cherish their lives and are afraid of death. I think the monks on the mountain are the same as us. After all, going up the mountain to practice is to achieve enlightenment.
To live forever."
"I don't even need to talk about the Holy Master. I only talk about the rules of the sage. How dare you disobey? Who dares to disobey!"
"How dare you refuse to listen? Kill a few Liwei? And then the rest have no choice but to reluctantly follow them to the battlefield? In the end, as you said, they all died generously and died in a faraway land?
Aren’t the words of the Great Patriarch of Tuoyue Mountain being circulated now, saying that our great monks in the vast world are not free? Will they really be free by then, for example, just switch to the wild world? When the time comes, we must both follow
Wouldn't it be very difficult to fight in the wild world and prevent one's own people from rebelling? The key is also the human heart. The higher the people and things are in the higher position, the higher the view is. In the same way, the higher the position is, the farther the person's actions are.
People at the foot of the mountain will be able to see it more and more, and if they can see it in their eyes, then what will happen to the hearts of the entire Middle-earth Divine Continent?"
"People's hearts? In a world of great chaos, what does this mean? Those who do great things do not stick to trivial matters! As long as a great victory is won, the hearts of the people in the mountains and below will be turned upside down."
"Of course you have to pay attention, because from the great ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain, to Wenhai Zhoumi, and then to the entire Jiazi account, the barbarian world has been calculating people's hearts. For example, didn't Zhoumi say again that he will land in the Middle Earth Divine Continent in the future?
In the world, only the Confucian Temple and the Academy will be demolished, and the rest will remain unchanged? The dynasty remains the same, the Immortal Family remains the same, everything remains the same. Tuoyue Mountain will not monopolize the extra power that our Confucian Temple relocated, and is willing to sign a contract with the Middle-earth Immortal, Feisheng, and plans to
One continent is divided equally with all the major sects of the Middle-earth Divine Continent. The premise is that these old masters of the upper five realms on the top of the Immortal Family Mountain will not help each other and can only watch from the sidelines. As for the genealogy masters below the upper five realms, even if they go to various continents
Even if you kill monsters on the battlefield, the wild world will not be settled by the queen. Look, isn’t this all about people’s hearts?”
"Why are you talking about all this nonsense? How dare you speak nonsense about the people on the mountain? Are you talking about the righteousness of scholars? I heard that you are still a disciple of Shanya Academy. You are really a person from a small place, and you are short-sighted. In your heart
There is not much benevolence, justice and morality."
"Am I not discussing matters with you?"
"Go, go, don't make any noise, what does a woman know?"
This one is here
The Chinese Confucian scholars who studied in academies went to other places and continued to speak loudly with their colleagues, and to guide the country with high spirits.
If it were Xiuhu Cui Chan, he would probably have all these people detained and sent directly to the northern battlefield of Jinjiazhou via several cross-continental ferries. No matter whether you really want to die or you are just trying to gain fame, we will wait until you die.
Li Baoping, who traveled alone from the Divine Continent of the Middle Earth to the Confucian Chen family, couldn't help but sigh, took off the wine gourd, and secretly took a sip of wine.
It's really tiring to talk to people. No matter what I say is right or not, you should at least listen to what I said. It doesn't mean that if I say a few things right, you must be wrong.
The old scholar went to the earth.
After accidentally catching a glimpse of the red dress, the old scholar felt suddenly in a good mood and planned to chat with Chen Chun'an for a few words before meeting Xiao Baoping.
On a rocky cliff near the water, the scholar who had transformed from a man carrying the sun and moon on his shoulders to a continent with the sun and moon hanging in the sky did not turn his head. "Liu Cha went to Fuyao Island, and Xiao Min was still blocking him on the road."
The old scholar lamented: "The little girl with two braids looks very cute, but what she does is really unlovable."
Chen Chun'an asked with a smile: "Do you really have no regrets at all about Xiao Min's actions?"
The old scholar said: "You have to let others live. As for other things, do what you should do. If you make a mistake, you must bear the responsibility first, and then you can talk about correcting the mistake."
Chen Chun'an said: "Left and right are the most difficult."
The old scholar nodded and said: "The book is different from the book, and it is difficult for scholars."
Chen Chun'an let out a sigh and joked for the first time: "Is the old scholar about to start scolding? If you want to scold, don't just scold scholars from the literary sage lineage. Remember to bring along the scholars from other literary backgrounds."
The old scholar said: "The first few pages of the old almanac were borrowed from the old man's books. Do you want to hear it? Not to mention you, even your husband may not know it as well as I do. You are also a like
Those who only read the books of sages and ignore things outside the window do not like to inquire about those old sesame seeds and rotten millet. Our sub-sage is also cautious. Looking at his posture, he wishes he would burn a stick of incense every time he turns a page of the book. He himself is not
Tired, but I can see that I am really tired."
Chen Chun'an raised his hand, and there was a bottle of wine in his hand, which he handed to the old scholar.
The old scholar shook the unusual jug, and the wine inside was even more magical. The old scholar frowned and threw it back to Chen Chun'an, "You can keep the beauty of this place for yourself. I don't lack any of it."
."
The old scholar said: "I am not strong enough at the moment, so you can help cover it up a little if I am distracted. If something goes wrong and the secret is revealed, it is all your fault."
Chen Chun'an immediately helped to isolate the world.
As long as he talks about business matters, the old scholar never hesitates.
The old scholar looked at the big water outside the stone cliff and talked about some old Huang Li and Chen Chun'an.
Thousands of years ago, the human race climbed to the top and then to the sky, smashing the heaven in one fell swoop, or killing or expelling those superior beings. Those beings who regarded the human race as the source of incense and wantonly controlled the life and death of all human beings have become a passing thing.
In fact, when that moment came, almost all the human race felt that they couldn't believe it, and they really won. From then on, the entire world seemed to be responsible for creating peace for all eternity.
The demon clan, which existed earlier than the human race, had its faults and merits. In fact, it still had deep grievances with the human race. In the end, it was still divided into a quarter of the world, which was the barbaric world in later generations. The territory of mountains and rivers was vast, but the products were the most abundant.
It was barren and had relatively thin spiritual energy. After that, the sword cultivator who made great achievements was moved to the area where the Great Wall of Sword Energy is today after an earth-shattering civil strife. He built the high city and three old ancestors later appeared
, and finally worked together to help build the Great Wall of Sword Qi into a large formation that could ignore the weather in the wild world, separate one side from another, and stand firm.
Chen Chun'an asked: "Those ancient sword cultivators did not hesitate to break with all camps back then. What happened? I only know that if the sword cultivators hadn't split first among themselves, it's hard to say what the world would be like now."
The old scholar sighed and said: "What else can we do? Sword cultivators are the most lethal sword cultivators in the world and have killed the most gods in the sky. One group of sword cultivators have such unruly temperaments that the ancestors of the three religions think that everyone is the best.
The ruins of the Heavenly Palace that were not to be touched should be sealed off, but the sword cultivator felt that of course they must occupy them. They promised to kill all the remnants of the gods who fled far away, so that others would not have to worry. But Chen
In Qingdu, another group of sword cultivators led by Long Jun and Guanzhao felt that this should not be the case. They could change to a larger human territory and choose to recuperate. The result was that, and they fought hard again, almost to the point of being beaten.
And he taught heaven and earth to turn upside down."
"Although Chen Qingdu didn't take action against the sword cultivator, the founder of the military strategist turned out to be in the same camp as the sword cultivator. He was almost, really just a little bit away from winning."
Chen Chun'an asked again: "At that time, the human race suffered a tragic victory. How can you rest assured that the remaining sword cultivators are not afraid of what might happen? Chen Qingdu and the other sword cultivators, although they did not draw their swords at that time, so many seeds of hatred will sooner or later turn into a large sword energy rush."
The towering tree in the sky. As long as Chen Qingdu, Guanzhao and others regret one day, or if the sword cultivator conflicts with other human races again, they will definitely use their swords."
"so."
The old scholar said helplessly: "So I became a prisoner. Isn't that pitiful? Of course it's extremely pitiful! But you have to know that in those days, the remaining sword cultivators may not even be worthy of being prisoners! Look at the Sword Qi Great Wall of later generations of sword cultivators.
Did our Confucian Temple have any restrictions at all? At that time, the second ancestor of a military strategist who lost his spouse directly said that these unruly guys, who are closest to the gods, will be a big trouble sooner or later. Didn’t the sword cultivator earlier refuse to obey?
?Those who feel that their merits are great should occupy the ruins of the heaven. Very good. They are not gods. They want to be new gods. The rest of them have changed their minds and joined the battlefield one after another with swords. There are not a few. In this case, it is better for both parties to just have fun.
At worst, the two sides will continue to fight for hundreds of years to see which side is wiped out first, which will be easy. Only in the next thousands of years can the world truly be at peace!"
Chen Chun'an felt somewhat clear.
The old scholar gently waved his sleeves and said, "Watch carefully. Some of them are said by the old man himself, and some are pictures I imagined myself. But adding the two together, it is definitely not too far from the truth."
Chen Chunan looked up and saw figures from ancient times appearing on the banks of the river.
On the bank of the river, the figures seemed not far apart, but also seemed to be worlds away.
An old master stood by the water. The deceased seemed to have some enlightenment.
A dull-looking monk stood on the other side of the old master, looking towards the other side.
A young Taoist priest was sitting by the water, washing his face with water. There was a green cow lying beside him. Then the young Taoist priest raised his head, as if he was talking to the old scholar and Chen Chun'an ten thousand years later, and smiled slightly.
A burly man holding a sword in both hands and wearing armor frowned and said nothing, but looked murderously at the young man who was closest to him and was carrying a sword.
This riverside meeting.
There was only one sword cultivator present. His name was Chen Qingdu.
In addition, there were two ancestors of the Yao clan who participated in the discussion. One of them was the future master of Tuoyue Mountain and the great ancestor of the wild world. The other one was Bai Ze.
Standing next to Bai Ze was a middle-aged man in blue shirt, who was the Lisheng.
Further away, there are still several majestic figures with endless ancient meanings, but they are relatively blurry. Even Chen Chun'an's face cannot be seen clearly.
In the farthest place, farthest from everyone, there is a tall figure who seems to be holding up his hair.
The old scholar said: "The first sentence Chen Qingdu spoke at that time was so strong that it seemed as if he was holding up the world with his backbone. Just one sentence! If Chen Qingdu said it, he would hit him."
As if on the bank of the largest river of time in the world, the young man carrying the sword really spoke like this.
The old scholar pointed to the burly man with a knife in both hands near the young man carrying the sword. He held the knife in one hand and rubbed his chin with the other, "Very good."
Further away, Bai Ze wanted to speak, but Li Sheng gently grabbed his sleeve and shook his head to show that he was not in a hurry.
The tall figure in the farthest distance had a vague figure but a colder voice that was clearer, "I'm helping Chen Qingdu."
The monk on the other side shook his head.
The young Taoist priest sighed, "Can't you even see the real enemy of the great road?"
Even if he is just looking at a time scroll from ten thousand years ago from a distance, even if he knows the final result, Chen Chun'an will still feel heavy.
The old scholar chuckled, "Next, it's our old man's turn to take action. He's so grand. How grand. Do you think my heartfelt words are just flattering? No way!"
Chen Chun'an saw the old master, the most holy master in the world, waving his hands, then walked to the young man carrying the sword, gently pressed the hilt of the sword, raised his head and said with a smile: "I will take care of the sword cultivator, I will take care of it."
I swear, no matter how I choose to become a swordsman in the future, or who I use my sword against, I, as a Confucian, will bear all the consequences and responsibilities."
The monk on the other side clasped his hands together, and the Taoist priest on the riverside nodded slightly.
Then the old master looked back and smiled with the young man carrying the sword: "Chen Qingdu, believe me, I will always give the sword cultivator an explanation in the future. I can't say how good it is, but I promise it's not bad."
"Chen Qingdu, if you can't trust me, then it won't be a bother. You can just use your sword as you please, and I will repair and protect the sword for the world sword. Anyway, I have already gotten used to this matter."
Chen Chun'an suddenly became serious. The mellow scholar's expression became more solemn and solemn. He bowed and bowed to the sage master from ten thousand years ago.
Worship me, Chen Chun'an, the true sage in my heart.
The tall figure at the far end said calmly: "It's best to fight. If we can't fight, I will go to your territory in the future."
The old scholar put away the scroll of time.
Outside the cliff, there was no sign of anyone in the huge water.
This is the facts and truth.
Otherwise, who could define those sword cultivators who were best at fighting as prisoners?! Because they were everyone except the sword cultivators! Not only the human race, but also the two ancestors of the demon race.
What's more, it's not something that the sword cultivator can completely understand.
The scabbard of a sword cultivator cannot control the sword, and the Taoist heart of the Taoist cannot control the Taoism. No matter how many thousands of years have passed in the future, the human race will only be a muddy pond!
In the past, the gods were high in the sky and regarded all the humans on the earth as puppets. Will the humans be able to sit back and relax in the future? And then start killing each other?
The two leaders who took over the discussion on behalf of the Yao clan at that time actually had huge differences regarding the issue of wandering sword cultivators. One approved it and the other did not.
But since they were divided into a piece of Barbarian World, they didn’t say much. But the co-leader of Barbarian World, who approved of turning sword cultivators into prisoners, never thought that the prisoner’s garrison would be between Barbarian World and Haoran.
Between the world.
After all, compared to Jianxiu, a member of the human race, the grudges between the demon clan and the human race are more complicated.
At that time, two great ancestors of the demon clan were discussing by the river. One was the current owner of Tuoyue Mountain, and the other was Bai Ze, who was later nominally suppressed in Xiongzhen Tower.
Why are there so many remnants of ancient gods that have been dormant for ten thousand years? Why do they suddenly appear all at once? And they are all coming towards our vast world? They are not going to fight against Bai Yujing, nor are they going to trample on Tuoyue Mountain in the wild world?
How many feet? Because Haoran Tianxia accepted all the sword cultivators, the first two scholars took up the responsibility to preserve the incense for the sword cultivators in the world! Otherwise, Haoran Tianxia and Barbarian Tianxia would be separated from each other at the worst, so there is no need to do anything extra.
, owning a Great Sword Qi Wall where people will die for thousands of years? And also make Haoran Tianxia and the Sword Qi Great Wall hate each other?
No matter what, since Confucianists dare to speak this truth, they will have to pay the price and endure thousands of years of attacks from outside the world!
All the accompanying saints and sages who were sitting in the sky left the avenue on their own, and went to the outside of the sky with their true bodies, following the sage to fight with that. Only the Yin Shen was left in Haoran's hometown. Up to now, who is not a half-human and half-ghost existence? Not that Tongye
The fate of Zhong Kui, the gentleman of Zhou? It has already happened.
The remnants of the ancient times who were able to escape the disaster, except for those who once held the highest positions, either completely disappeared, or were forced to reincarnate as humans.
The rest are not too numerous, but which one is easy to mess with?
Then why is Chen Qingdu willing to go to Tuoyue Mountain with his sword to repay a favor? Why is he willing to defend the city for ten thousand years? It is to cultivate the sword and win an upright "account" from the sage master with his sword.
!
Otherwise, in your eyes, Chen Qingdu is just a waste, a huge waste?
Back then, when there was a discussion by the river, they didn't dare to draw their swords, they didn't dare to die at the word of death, and the world was in ruins? The Great Wall of Sword Qi was cut into two pieces, but they still couldn't draw a single sword. The boss of the Sword Fairy, even the teenage Xiawu
Not as good as Jing Sword Cultivator?
The old scholar sat on the stone cliff, glanced at the sky, and then said softly: "I once asked the old man why the saint did things like this and made such a big sacrifice, but he chose not to say anything, not even a word. The Confucian Temple still needs
It seemed like it was deliberately hidden. Only those gentlemen who are candidates for saints and sages can know some inside information, so that they can make their own choices early on whether they want to be that person or not. I was really anxious at the time, so I asked
Old man, let’s talk to the world about how hard it is for us to be in charge and how difficult it is to be in charge of the family. Let’s talk truthfully and sincerely. If you can’t listen to it or remember it, let’s give it a try. The worst we can do is make the white-eyed wolf feel guilty.
Most of them are white-eyed wolves."
"You know how the old man answered me. He held out three fingers, not three sentences, but only three words."
"Why?"
Chen Chun'an asked in confusion: "What do you mean by these three words of the Holy Master?"
Is it the Holy Master who is blaming and demanding all saints and sages, or is it that he has been in harmony with the world for thousands of years... It is inevitable that he will feel a little disappointed? Or is there some other profound meaning?
The old scholar said with great regret: "You know I am always good at observing people's emotions, but at that time the old man's face was expressionless and there was no clue at all, so I couldn't guess the answer."
Chen Chun'an said: "The sages are willing to give the world as much freedom as possible. This is actually what Jia Sheng hates the most. He wants to separate heaven and earth again. The most outstanding cultivators will be in heaven, and everyone else will be on earth. Compared with the vast world in the past,
The strong get the greatest freedom, while the weak have no freedom. But in Jia Sheng's eyes, the strong has nothing to do with character."
The old scholar stood up on tiptoes and patted Chen Chun'an on the shoulder, "It's not easy for you. Being poked in the back has almost caught up with my demeanor back then. It's okay. I'm a brother in trouble and you are a brother in trouble. You two are so good. No wonder you can
Let’s chat together.”
The monks from the Middle-earth Divine Continent who are inextricably linked to Tongye Continent, Fuyao Continent and Jinjia Continent, the powerful nobles of the major dynasties, and the numerous Immortal Family Mountain Tops all have their eyes fixed on the battlefield of Nanbosu Continent.
The trend, in the final analysis, is just looking at Chen Chun'an. Those who make some sense, keep it in their stomachs, and more have begun to point fingers, and some simply speak openly.
The old scholar said softly: "Death, damn, why haven't you come to Nan Posuo Continent to die? Why haven't you gone to Jinjia Continent to die? Why didn't scholars die to Jianqi Great Wall in the early days? Why don't they die to Tongye Continent now? Why don't they die to Fuyao Continent? From now on, the gods of Middle Earth
How come the ten people in the continent don't die, how come the ten people in Haoran the world don't die, how come the deputy leader of the Confucian Confucian Temple doesn't die in offering wine in the palace, how come the saint doesn't die. Plus, why don't you, Chen Chun'an, die outside Nanbo Suozhou."
The old scholar said helplessly: "Many sages have died."
The more he talked, the more furious he became, "You guys should give Chen Chun'an a chance to die a worthy death. Each of them is a bitch, a hundred times worse than A Liang!"
"When the mountains and rivers of Nanposuzhou are destroyed, oh, shut up, or even stop shutting up, let alone talk. First, call Chen Chun'an a waste, he will die early if he doesn't bite, and he lives in an ignoble way, and he still has some heroic spirit after death, and then
He scolded Chen Chun'an for being a sinner who has made great contributions to the world. He deserves to die. He deserves to die well. Otherwise, he will be even more ashamed of the Yasheng lineage and the Chinese Confucian Temple."
Chen Chun'an seemed to have expected this, and was not disappointed at all. He just smiled and said: "In our Yasheng lineage, the Confucian Temple has the most saints."
There are several lines of Confucianism in the world, and indeed the Yasheng lineage is the most popular.
The old scholar hummed, "So you will die more often and the burden will be heavier, so I won't argue with you about certain things."
If an old scholar has something good, he should recognize it. Whether it is a good principle, a good person, a good deed, or a good heart, he should recognize it. Right and wrong should be calculated separately.
The most miserable people in the world are those scholars who "only choose good things to read, only choose good things to listen to, and only choose profitable things to study."
Whether it is Jia Sheng who is in the vast world, or he is meticulous in the wild world, one thing is true, the Confucian Confucian Temple does have too little control, and it is just a habit.
Nowadays, many Confucian scholars in the Yasheng lineage are relatively upright and upright, and will scold them when they make mistakes. Even Chen Chun'an, the mainstay of his own family lineage, a mellow Confucian who carries the sun and the moon on his shoulders, still dares to scold and is willing to scold.
Chen Chun'an didn't mind at all. Instead, he sincerely gave some explanations to many people and said with a smile: "It's actually very good that you can think so and dare to say so openly. After all, your heart is towards the vast world. In the future, the more you read, the more you will broaden your horizons.
, will it be different after all? I have always felt that the more young people in these years have read more and become more knowledgeable, the better they become from generation to generation. I am convinced of this. If you look back at the old scene of Wan Yan, except
If your cultivation level is higher, how can it be compared to other places? Besides, Mr. Nalan in Middle-earth, the sect he belongs to, just because of his origin, and the majority of monster monks, the situation is also quite embarrassing, no better than me.
, it’s different to endure it. So, what you say about always being crazy and being less calm is not entirely correct.”
"The same principle also applies to people, places and timings. What you are saying is stupid."
The old scholar laughed angrily and said: "If a large group of gentlemen and sages had not worked hard to stop me and explain the reason carefully, I almost would have gone to the mountain and killed each other with the monks outside the mountain just because of the death of a perfectly placed monster chess piece.
"
Chen Chunan suddenly said: "There are still too few old scholars in the world. Otherwise, things would be much better."
Only an old scholar can invite Bai Ye to open up the fifth world.
You can ask Bai Ze to "help each other", and even ask Bai Ze to take the initiative to take out a picture of his ancestors searching the mountains and give it to Nan Posuozhou.
It was rare for Chen Chun'an to say a kind word for an old scholar, but he didn't expect that the old scholar would not appreciate it. He stamped his feet and said: "That's right, old man! Why?! Why did Zhou Shenzhi want to go to the Fuyaozhou Landscape Cave? Why did Fu Lu Yuxuan risk his life and leave?"
In the Divine Continent of Middle-earth, why did Zheng Juzhong of Baidi City go to Aquarius Continent to accept a disciple, and passed by Lu Shui Keng 'by the way'. Why did he take people to Nanbosu Continent and lose money even if he pinched his nose?
?!Why should the only son of Ya Sheng lie down at the foot of Tuoyue Mountain? Why should my disciples use their swords to chop down their own husbands? Why should they also save Bai Ye?! Why did Lu Zhi chase Liu Zhi without saying a word?
Fork? Why didn’t the dragon slayer reach the Lizhu Cave and not slay the dragon?! Why did the Fire Dragon Master want to guard the long bridge on that sea? Why did the Taoist Taoist Taoist Niu Bibi dare to take out a natal iron ring? Why did the old monk chicken soup
If you want to take the initiative to enter the game, why should Bai Ye travel far away with his sword and finally feel proud of himself?"
The old scholar sighed, "Of course the common people can have a clear conscience. They never know anything about heaven's affairs on the mountain. We must not be harsh on them at all."
He just asked again, "What about those cultivators who have enough vision? What about those who clearly see everything but turn a blind eye?"
Chen Chun'an replied: "This is the freedom given by our Confucianism. If we are willing to do this, we can live with it and don't complain at all."
The demon clan in the wild world is like a starved person who barbarically breaks into a wealthy family. They are rushing to eat and survive. If they run too slowly, they will be killed on the spot by the big demon behind them. The battlefield
I am afraid that if I die, my whole family will die.
Would the Chinese Confucian Temple, the Confucian saint, do this? Would you dare? Are you willing? Are you willing? Is it appropriate?
Only Aquarius Island is the most willing and the most daring to compete with the wild world in terms of ruthlessness, meticulousness of methods, and calculation of deeds on people's hearts. For the time being, some of the sages' teachings will only be kept in books.
How many mountaintop monks in the world heard the words of the Great Patriarch of Tuoyue Mountain, and how many actually listened to them? Anyway, there was definitely more than one Wanyan Laojing who rebelled against Jinjiazhou.
The old scholar stamped his feet and said angrily: "I want to complain, I can't bear to curse the people, but some mountain monks are better at calculating than Huai Laoer, especially some bastard scholars within the Confucian orthodoxy.
His brain is filled with water! One by one, I will spit on his face!"
"I have to admit one thing. People who practice Taoism are a different breed. There are good and bad."
Chen Chun'an was silent for a long time and then said: "Human nature is evil."
After hearing these words, the old scholar was not happy at all. Instead, he said: "Hearts are divided into two parts, and people's hearts are good. Today's young people are very different. After all, there is great hope for the future."
Chen Chun'an finally laughed and said: "Nowadays, the disciples and students of the Literary Sage lineage are so powerful. On the other hand, if my Yasheng lineage is scolded because of me, are you secretly happy?"
The old scholar patted Chen Chun'an's sleeve and said, "I'm not that kind of person. It's not okay to judge the belly of a scholar with the heart of a sage."
The old scholar couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud. Look, is he secretly having fun while holding it in? It's nothing.
The figure disappeared in a flash, and the old scholar went to find the little treasure vase.
Chen Chun'an was about to ask.
The old scholar's hoarse voice echoed throughout Chen Chun's Anhu Lake, "Wait and see."
There were slight ripples in the seemingly deserted Chinese Confucian Temple.
On the Confucian Temple Square, it was already in pieces.
Oppositely, near Jiaolonggou, a huge whirlpool had appeared at the feet of an old man in gray.
On the top of Suishan Mountain in the Middle Earth Divine Continent, the burly Jinjia Mountain God cupped his fists and said, "Meet the Holy Master."
An old master in a Confucian shirt smiled and said: "Suishan is the highest place in the world. I'll lend you a piece of land for a while. Sorry to bother you. Remember to send all the creatures to the top of Chujun Mountain. There may be a lot of noise later."
The golden-armored god still clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "Pengpi is shining."
The old master said helplessly: "Learned it from that scholar?"
The golden-armored god smiled, no longer disturbed the Holy Master and others' quest for a world, and went directly to the foot of Suishan Mountain.
The old master sat cross-legged, took out a book from his sleeve, and said with his heart and the holy words of Tianwai Li: "It's not like you, I haven't fought for a long time, I'm sorry."
When the old man took out this book, the shoulders of the golden-armored god standing at the foot of Suishan Mountain sank. Not only that, the entire Suishan Mountain sank several feet in an instant.
The vast world outside.
A middle-aged Confucian scholar in a blue shirt, with the power of heaven and earth, holds his hands empty, and with his own strength and courtesy, he can protect the entire world in the palm of his hand.
One by one, the sages who accompanied the worshipers of the Confucian Temple who had traveled far away were fighting against the remnants of the ancient gods.
In thousands of years, the situation in the outer world has never been so dangerous.
A god who was as majestic as the ceremonial saint, but appeared to be as small as a mustard seed from a very far distance, struck out with a sword again.
There was still a huge god who had been with him for ten thousand years. He grabbed a star beside him and used thunder and lightning to instantly refine it into a thunder pool, and then smashed it hard against the golden body of a deputy leader of the Confucian Temple.
When the old master sitting in the vast world opened the first page of the book.
The entire mountain's roots shook again, and it suddenly fell even more.
I am the only one who has nothing to say. What’s more, I am still a scholar.
At the top of Suishan Mountain, the old master glanced at a human world in Tushen Continent, where plum trees were blooming.