The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

The 450th chapter invites the Confucian sage, a poem of eight grades!

There is no cloud under the sky, and the huge bright sun has gradually become vermilion.

Bu Fei Fei fell slowly, watching his surroundings vigilantly.

The distance from Hanyang City to the Changliu Immortals Gate was only a few thousand miles, and even if he had not tried his best at the speed of his Celestial Immortals, it would only take half an hour.

But since Bufei left Hanyang City, two or three hours have passed.

Bu Feihua kept thinking about his journey along the way, and felt even more weird.

Although Qin Xu was fine, but after being under the Restrictions, he also suffered a minor injury, so he and Xiaogu returned to the Changliu Immortal Gate first.

But after Bu Feifu dealt with the Murong family, it was only a moment late. He thought he would be able to catch up on the way, but when he came back to his senses, he realized that it was already late!

“It was normal when I first left Hanyang City. I changed back to the appearance of’Feng Wuxian’ on the way, and then walked for a while…” Bu Fei Jing squinted his eyes slightly and looked not far ahead. In a small village.

The village at the foot of the mountain looked calm and peaceful. Several figures in hats were working in the fields. Only the center of the village was filled with smoke of gunpowder.

This territories that seemed like a paradise was an extraordinarily annoying concession.

“I didn’t pass by such a place when I came. Is there something weird?”

Looking at the people working in the fields, Feihua walked over slowly.

Although he was vigilant, Bu Feihua hadn’t reached the kind of massacre that killed people when he saw people. He asked an old man in the field softly, “Old man, how far is it from Changliu Mountain?”

The old man raised his head dumbly, coughed and said, “Chang Liu? I don’t know!”

Bu Feifan frowned slightly, but thinking that perhaps these old men had never been out of the village in their lives, he asked again: “Which way can I take to get out of the village?”

“Go…” The old man raised his hand, as if he wanted to point somewhere, but shook his head again, and said, “Go the way you think is right.”

“If I think the right road is this one!” Bu Feifan pointed to the rugged trail in the field, which had collapsed due to the soaking of mud and water.

“It may be harder to walk.”

Bu Feifan laughed and said, “It doesn’t matter if it’s hard to walk. There is no easy way. Thank you, old man!”

As soon as Bu Feifan’s voice fell, the surrounding environment suddenly changed drastically, and the village and the horizon began to become illusory, and gradually dissipated as soon as the wind blew.

Only the old man was still standing in the field with a smile on his face. He touched his beard and smiled: “It would be great if you choose the easy way.”

“Thank you senior for your kindness!” Bu Feiwei said with cupped hands, “but I have already made a choice.”

The old man shook his head lightly and said, “Then do you know how many people see you as a thorn in the eye? At least in the academy, no one dares to move you!”

“If there is no wind and rain disaster, how can it grow strong?”

The old man was taken aback and just wanted to talk.

But seeing that Bu Feihua simply took off the Qianyan mask on his face, he laughed and said, “I am too crazy when others laugh at me. I can’t see through when I laugh at others!”

In the sky, a ghost slowly emerged.

Standing alone on the top of the mountain, there were countless people under the top of the mountain, all glaring at him.

The man didn’t care about these gazes at all.

“I don’t see the tomb of the five wild heroes, no flowers and no wine to hoe the fields!”

At the foot of the mountain, the heroes who used to be famous are all turned into tombstones. Only the people on the top of the mountain lean on the flowers and drink, and are happy.

How can this kind of happiness be understood by those at the foot of the mountain!

Slowly echoed one after another from the horizon, a total of eight sounds!

The old man suddenly laughed.

“What a hoe without flowers and wine!” said the old man: “Since you have made a decision, it seems that I am troubled!”

“Today’s matter, senior…” Bu Feihua said neither humble nor arrogant.

“Naturally no third person knows what happened today.” The old man said slowly: “But if you are willing to come to the Master Academy in the future, would you be willing to be my disciple?”

“I’ll talk about things from now on.”

“Haha, this is because I was too anxious.” The old man smiled, a hand lightly on the Qianyan mask in Bu Feihua’s hand.

Although Bu Feihua was surprised, he felt that the old man was not malicious, and asked, “What does senior mean?”

“From now on, even Sage from the heavens, unless you are in front of you, you won’t be able to see through this treasure!”

Bu Feifan quickly said, “Thank you senior!”

“It’s okay, since you are willing to sharpen it by yourself, then this is a little bit of my care.” The old man looked at the sky and sighed: “Time is running out. I hope you can strengthen me too much in the future!”

After all, the figure of the old man disappeared from the horizon, and the sun in the sky resurfaced.

Bu Feifan looked at his side calmly and found that he was actually in a bamboo forest.

“I don’t know which senior this senior is from.” Bu Feihua shook his head helplessly, and put on the Qianyan mask again.

At this time, Wenquxing was on.

Bigan asked anxiously, “Can you agree to this?”

The master said helplessly: “This son is far more talented than I thought, and his character is extraordinary!”

Bigan suddenly smiled bitterly, and said: “Although the restrictions on Dao Dao have been relaxed now, we can only use this Confucian rhyme incarnation only a few times. Isn’t it just this time that we have returned to nothing?”

The master sighed: “Oh, although this avenue restriction is now relaxed, it still restricts me to wait for Sage. My incarnation of Confucian rhyme can leave this Wenqu star for a short time, but after all, the strength of my whole body is quite suppressed, and it can only exist for a moment. We still need to use it for more

Is the key point. ”

“What do you mean?” Bigan frowned, and said, “Who is the man with the nine-moving star?”

“That’s right, although this man of chess and Taoism is unheard of before, and he chants the poem of sacred goods at will, but if we talk about the person who is literary, tune and star, we still have to make a good balance!”

Bigan thought for a while, and then smiled bitterly: “I didn’t expect that we will let people with such talents go, but it seems that this time we are too educated, we must be happy!”

“Yeah, it’s just that the person with the literary song and nine moving stars is only connected to the avenue in the dark, and there is no sign other than that. Is it so easy to find?” The master said: “Moreover, we should not look for it. It is difficult.”

“Now the other Sages are also feeling it. They will definitely not turn a blind eye. They just hope that kid can hold on until we find him.”

On the other side, Bu Fei Fei slowly flew towards Changliu Xianshan.

From a distance, I saw Sheng Xiao silently standing in the courtyard of Xiaoyao Peak, seeming to be waiting for himself.

Seeing the extraordinary step, he immediately stood up and said with joy, “Brother Feng, you are finally back!”

Shengxiao Mo suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

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