Chapter seven hundred and thirty second Confucian robbery
Chapter 732 Confucian Tribulation
Chapter 732
Zhengcheng.
At night, a small lamp was on in the simple window. Mr. Wang Xiansi, as usual, was reading an old volume of "Confucian Rites" by the light.
Mr. Wang was one of the former seventy-two Yuanshi. After leaving office, he retired to the countryside and lived in seclusion in Zhengcheng. He had a high status and was well respected.
Wang Xiansi has been out of office for more than 20 years. Now, he is already seventy years old. He has gray temples, a head full of white hair, and is old. Despite this, his eyes are bright and energetic. Compared with
Young people are not much different.
This is the effect of having righteous energy in your chest and nourishing it.
The eyes are composed of essence, qi, and spirit. The great righteousness cultivated by Confucianism is all gathered here.
Confucianism does not respect martial arts or immortality. It advocates letting life, old age, illness and death take their own course. They are not afraid of mourning old age and death. Even the most advanced Confucians will suffer from the decline of all their organs when they die of old age and ordinary people.
Old people are no different.
However, there is one place in Confucianism that does not age like the body. That is the eyes.
People who have truly read the scriptures and fully understood the world will have extremely bright eyes even when they die of old age.
The wind whistled outside the window, and Wang Xiansi held the book in his hand, looking attentive.
"How dignified is it for a dignified man to hide himself behind a man's head, like a fly in a dog's camp? How can he imitate the gentleman from Liang Shang? - Come in!"
Wang Xiansi didn't squint his eyes and had no expression on his face. He was still looking at the "Confucian Rites" in his hand.
It was quiet outside the window, except for the sound of the wind.
"Why don't you come in yet?"
Wang Xiansi put down the book and looked out the door.
After a moment of silence, there was suddenly a heavy breathing outside the door. The person outside the door took a deep breath and then said:
"I'm sorry, the student has seen the teacher! I hope the teacher will be embarrassed if I bother you so late."
As soon as the voice fell, a man held his head high, lifted the brown curtain, and walked in.
"Teacher, students are polite."
The man said, took a step forward and bowed again. His eyes were wandering, but he did not dare to look at Wang Xiansi.
Wang Xiansi stared at the man in the hall with a solemn expression:
"You came to kill me."
Mr. Wang looked calm and showed no fear.
The man in black night clothes and dressed as a killer lowered his head. His breathing was rapid and disordered. Although he knew that the old man in front of him could be pinched with just one hand.
But for some reason, in front of this old man, he felt like a child facing a strict father, feeling uneasy and uneasy. He also felt a strong oppression.
This kind of oppression has nothing to do with martial arts.
"Teacher, apologize. Students are also ordered to do so."
The assassin lowered his head and muttered. He completely lost his momentum.
The first thing that assassins do is that they are silent. They come and go without a trace, but for a great Confucian who cultivates Qi, there is no secret at all.
"I understand." Wang Xiansi said calmly: "Just give me some time. Let me change my clothes and crown, so as not to lose my Confucian dignity."
Although it was a request, what he said was unquestionable. But it didn't mean much.
"Teacher please."
The assassin did not dare to say anything. He knew that he could not escape.
After a while, Wang Xiansi changed into a clean Confucian shirt, put on a Confucian crown, and walked out from the back of the hall. He still sat down in his original position. He looked at the man squarely and said calmly:
"A dignified and dignified man, even if he dies, he should straighten his back. How can he be so arrogant? - Take this "Confucian Rites". This is my gift to you."
Wang Xiansi said, throwing the "Confucian Rites" on the table across the hall.
La Ke's expression was complicated, but he finally lowered his head and held up "Confucian Rites" in both hands. He felt that his hands were getting weak:
"Thank you teacher."
"Let's do it!"
After Wang Xiansi said this, he closed his eyes.
After a moment, a ray of sword light passed through the lobby. The lights were extinguished and everything fell into darkness...
…………
Inside the Ten Thousand Transformations Bell of Heaven and Earth.
Alchemy has entered the final critical moment. Fang Yun has stopped studying the "One Palm Sutra" and is fully focused on the Qingding Alchemy Furnace.
"boom!"
A majestic golden light suddenly broke through the restrictions of the "Tai Cang Divine Cauldron", but after hearing the roar of dragons, a golden true dragon and two cyan dragons flew out from the golden light and shot towards the distance.
"It's done!"
Fang Yun's heart moved, and he immediately shot out of the air. He stretched out his big palm, covering half of the Heaven and Earth Wanhua Bell with one palm, and grabbed it. When he put it in his palm, it turned into three magic pills. One golden pill, the size of a walnut. Two pills.
It's blue and about the size of a thumb.
The golden elixir in it emits a powerful rebound force. It seems that it wants to kill Fang Yun's palm and escape.
"One divine elixir and two secondary elixirs."
Fang Yun checked the harvest and closed his hands. When he looked down, he saw more than twenty pills that were as dark as burnt charcoal spread out at the bottom of the Tai Cang Divine Cauldron.
This is a waste elixir. The waste elixir is basically a failure in training. It has no medicinal effect. However, it is still better than the best elixir. It is okay to reward this pot of waste elixir to the people below.
"The first two pills, I got a divine pill. Two secondary pills, it's pretty good..."
Fang Yun nodded slightly and quickly cleaned up the waste elixirs at the bottom of the Taicang Divine Cauldron.
The success rate of refining the divine cauldron is very low. No matter how powerful a person is, it is impossible for them all to be qualified in one furnace. Considering Fang Yun's current level in the Tianchong realm, it is not bad to have such a harvest.
"receive!"
He jumped off the divine cauldron and with one move of his hand, he turned the "Tai Cang Divine Cauldron" into the size of a fist and held it in his palm. He still put it away. Then he stepped out of the Heaven and Earth Ten Thousand Transformations Bell.
"drive!"
As soon as he stepped out of the Heaven and Earth Wanhua Bell, Fang Yun heard the sound of galloping horses outside the Hou Mansion. Shangjing was the imperial capital of the Zhou Dynasty, and most transportation was by horse-drawn carriages. Such fast horses were rare. As long as important military information was needed,
It is only used occasionally when hunting.
"what happened!"
The sound of horse hoofbeats was not just in one place, Fang Yun was aware of it. He could clearly see many horses running through Shangjing City, making a roaring noise. The entire atmosphere in Shangjing City was also a bit tense.
"Bo Yan, come in!"
As soon as Fang Yun thought, a consciousness passed through the layers of space and sounded in Zhao Boyan's mind.
"Knock! Knock! Knock!"
A moment later, there was a knock on the door. Zhao Boyan stood outside the door and said softly: "Master Hou, you are out of confinement."
"come in."
Fang Yun called Zhao Boyan in, didn't chant for a moment, and said:
"What happened while I was in seclusion? How come there are so many troops and horses galloping into Shangjing City. But there is a war at the border?"
"Master Marquis, there is no war at the border."
When Fang Yun asked about this, Zhao Boyan immediately said: "Actually, the tense atmosphere in Shangjing City has nothing to do with Bianhuang. It has something to do with Confucianism."
"Um?"
Fang Yun frowned, with doubts in his eyes. Confucian governance has nothing to do with military affairs. Unless..., except for some big event.
Fang Yun's heart moved, and he immediately tried to deduce the secret of heaven using the "One Palm Sutra".
"Not good!"
Fang Yun's heart sank. The heavenly secrets were so chaotic that he couldn't see anything. Even his own heavenly secrets could not be seen. His "One Palm Sutra" only started to appear, and was immediately surrounded by a powerful force.
The power was shaken away. It was impossible to spy on the secret of heaven. It was obvious that someone had deceived the secret of heaven with his powerful cultivation.
It can completely blind the void of fate. The energy of this person, or in other words, this force, is incredibly powerful.
Fang Yun's heart felt heavy, and he only heard Zhao Boyan continue:
"Mr. Xiansi Wang, the great Confucian king of Zhengcheng, was one of the seventy-two former Yuanshi. However, not long ago, he was found dead at home. He was assassinated. Also assassinated were the Confucian scholars from several other states.
, Famous Confucians. At present, more than twenty highly respected Confucians have been assassinated at home..."
"What!"
With Fang Yun's calmness, he couldn't help but change his expression when he heard the news. It was like a bolt from the blue. His Qi was out of control for a moment. With a "click", the leaked Qi shattered the floor.
After the initial shock, Fang Yun came back to his senses, his expression turned pale and his expression suddenly changed. Although he was criticized many times by the Confucianists, when he was granted the title of Marquis, the Confucianists jointly signed a letter to accuse and impeach him. Not long ago, he was even criticized by the Confucianists.
Fang Yun had always respected Confucianism even though he had been criticized for his inappropriate behavior.
Confucianism is about dealing with people, and they pay attention to doing things right and not others. Therefore, even if he is criticized by Confucianists, Fang Yun never resents him. When Confucianists are in power, they always follow the world, teach etiquette, and have no disputes with the world.
Fights in sectarian circles have always ended with Confucianism and rarely involve Confucianism.
This time, more than 20 high-ranking scholars were assassinated. This was simply an unbearable heavy loss. Even if the sectarian community assassinated military generals, princes, and Fang Yun of the imperial court, they would not feel so angry. But the implication
He couldn't help but get angry when he saw those great scholars who had no power to restrain a chicken.
"In addition to these more than twenty famous Confucian scholars, many Confucian scholars were killed during this period. The Imperial Military Aircraft Department and the Ministry of War have been dealing with this matter day and night during this period. The Military Aircraft Department has sent strong men to
I have to protect the other great scholars to prevent the assassination from happening again. The Sangong and the ministers of the Hall of Supreme Harmony are completely furious, and this matter is being fully investigated..."
Zhao Bo said.
"Any clues?"
Fang Yun took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
"Our people went there to check. No smell of evil was found."
Zhao Bo said.
He was talking about the newly recruited Celestial Level casual cultivators and some Tian Chong experts. These people were able to receive residual information from the air. Although they did not witness the assassination with their own eyes, they could feel it.
the breath.
"If you are a person of evil ways, it is impossible to get within a hundred miles."
Fang Yun had already expected this answer. If he was a member of the evil way, he would be discovered by the great scholars in the field within a hundred miles and drank to death.
Therefore, the person who stabbed and killed could not be a member of the evil way at all. In other words, the person who committed the murder himself was not a person of the evil way.
"Crash!"
Something similar to a hummingbird, but much larger, flew in and fell into the hands of Zhao Boyan. This information mechanism was developed by some people from the Ministry of Industry collected by Zhao Boyan. Since those who participated in the development were all
Some people with lower status in the Ministry of Industry. Therefore, this kind of bird is much worse than the "hummingbird" of the Ministry of Industry in terms of performance. But it is much faster than homing pigeons and the like.
"grown ups?……"
Zhao Boyan raised his head and looked at Fang Yun.
"Um."
Fang Yun nodded slightly and motioned for him to check directly.
After taking off the creed and taking a look, Zhao Boyan's expression immediately changed.
"explain."
Fang Yun immediately said that he felt something from Zhao Boyan's expression.