The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

Chapter 721: I know it is not snow, but the fragrance comes!

Bu Feifan looked at the person in front of him, and a sense of disgust surged in his heart.

The man Mo Yue was two years old, very different from Bu Feifei, wearing a Confucian shirt, holding a folding fan in his hand, his facial features were also considered correct, he had a kind of elegant temperament unique to Confucianism, and his smile was like a spring breeze, at least Let Zhao Linger look very comfortable.

“Who are you?”

Bu Feifan frowned, and his instinct told him that this man was not a good guy.

“In the next step, the local people in Guangling don’t know the name of Xiongtai Zun’s surname!”

“Zhao Feifan!”

Bu Feifan pulled a face and said solemnly.

This grandson had the same surname as his own, and Bu Feihua didn’t want to be with him, so he temporarily changed his surname to Zhao. This scene caused Zhao Linger to giggle, the silver bell-like laughter, and the breath of concession in the wind. Slightly choked.

It seems that this fellow is approaching himself and is trying to catch Zhao Linger’s attention!

Bu Linfeng is indeed, just purely interested in Zhao Ling’er, he is close to Bu Feihua, also for this purpose.

Lin Yueru is the number one beauty in Guangling City, which is already amazing enough, but Zhao Linger is no different than Lin Yueru, and this concession brings compassion to the wind.

“Brother Extraordinary, you are not a local, but you are also a Confucianist!”

Bu Linfeng sat down on his own, with a really thick skin. He looked at Bu Feihua, his tone was not like asking, but more like convinced.

“I’m Confucianism!”

This is a fact, Bu Fei has nothing to hide.

“Brother Extraordinary, today is a big cold day, I have an annual big cold festival in Guangling City, I wonder if you are interested in participating?!”

“Great Cold Festival?!”

The extraordinary look was startled.

When he saw the wind, he smiled slightly, and then began to explain.

There are many Confucianists in Guangling City. Even the people of the Liu Lin family, including Lin Tiannan and Liu Mang, are all Confucianists.

There is no Taoist and Zen power stationed in Guangling City. It is for this reason that Confucianism does not allow the Buddhist and Taoist families to settle in, and they are not good at forcibly establishing sects.

Due to many Confucian cultivators, the poetry style of Guangling City prevailed, and the annual Great Cold Festival was the top priority.

During the Great Cold Festival, the Patriarchs of Lin and Liu’s family, including some great Confucian scholars from the 72nd Academy of Confucianism and Taoism, will be invited to come.

Every time the Great Cold Festival is held, there will be generous rewards, which are enough to make all Confucianists jealous. Therefore, every Great Cold Festival will attract the entire Xiliang Country, and even Confucianists outside Xiliang Country, to participate. It is a grand event.

“Brother Extraordinary, this time the dean of Baihe College, one of the 72 Confucian academies, is also a teacher underneath. Mr. Shi Zhichang will also come!”

Shi Zhichang? !

Bu Feihua looked surprised. This old gentleman, but one of Kong Sage’s 72 disciples, ranked 72 sages of Confucianism, is the dean of Baihe Academy, and his Realm has also reached the sage of Confucianism and Taoism. In terms of attainments, even Xiao Shengxianzhuang’s Fu Nian was slightly inferior.

“My teacher was born in Guangling City, so he is the initiator and host of the annual Great Winter Festival. This is a blockbuster opportunity. Brother Feihua is interested in participating? I can get VIP invitations for Brother Feihua and this girl! ”

Bu Linfeng’s words were said to Bu Feihua’s ears, but the gaze of this servant stared directly at Zhao Ling’er, and that meaningful gaze made Bu Feihua very unhappy.

“Sorry, I’m not interested!”

After that, Bu Fei Fei pulled up Zhao Ling’er’s soft little hand domineeringly, and in Zhao Ling’er’s shocked gaze, Bu Fei pulled her all the way to the second floor of the inn.

Bu Linfeng did not retain Bu Feifan, his kind eyes kept looking at the backs of Bu Feifan and Zhao Ling’er until they disappeared.

“This is the snake demon? No, it is the breath of the descendants of Nuwa!”

“If I can unite with the descendants of Nuwa and absorb the aura of the earth, I am afraid I can instantly become a Confucianism!”

“Zhao Ling’er?! You are mine!”

Bu Linfeng’s eyes opened wide, almost splitting, that expression made everyone look scared. It was the purest desire for power, reaching the point where it was already crazy.

Although Bu Feihua had married Zhao Ling’er in worship, he used Li Xiaoyao’s ‘face’, which was not only Zhao Ling’er’s knot, but also Bu Fei’s knot.

As long as Zhao Linger was unwilling, Bu Feihua would never touch her in this life.

Therefore, Bu Feifan opened two rooms, but at this time, before it was time to go to bed, Zhao Ling’er was bored alone, so he followed Bu Feifan to talk about their respective past, what they saw and heard.

“You said you have made several ninth-rank hymns, and a few unfinished half-step Heavenly Dao-level poems? Bragging!”

Zhao Ling’er stared at her with a pair of peach blossom eyes, with a ‘you bragging’ expression on her face, she looked at Step extraordinary.

“Really, what did I lie to you, this is more real than gold!”

Bu Jiao Fei is really speechless, why doesn’t Zhao Ling’er believe it if he tells the truth?

“Since your poetic attainments are so superb, why don’t you participate in the Great Winter Festival? There are huge prizes!”

“No, it’s boring. When you reach a certain height, when you stand on top of the Star, you won’t fall down and fight with a group of ants, even if you can push them horizontally!”

“Pretend, just pretend!”

Zhao Ling’er gave Feihua a fiercely blank look. With his disgusting little eyes, he wanted to pat the table with annoyance.

“Well, don’t you believe me? I will prove it to you!”

Bu Feihua angrily took out a piece of rice paper and Four Treasures of the Study from the ring of Sumeru, and then looked out the window.

The Great Cold Day is the Great Cold Day, which is very close to New Year’s Eve.

But Xiliang Country is located in the depths of the Western Wilderness. The climate here is like spring all year round, and it does not snow at all. This is a pity.

In the prehistoric land, there is only the Northern Wilderness. In the middle of winter, tens of millions of miles of territory will be covered with snow on every inch of land.

In this life, you can not go to see Zhong Ling’s delicate mountains and majestic mountains, but you must never fail to see the snow in the middle of winter.

Thinking of winter, thinking of heavy snow, and Bu Feihua, thinking of flowers!

Are there any flowers that bloom in winter? Have!

Thousands of thoughts, extraordinary step by step to write like flying.

“There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han leaves alone.

Yao knows that it is not snow, only the fragrance comes! ”

The name of the poem, simple and simple, is the simple and unpretentious “Plum Blossom”.

Bu Feihua wrote while chanting. When the poem was completed, Tianxin shot seven pillars of literary energy, ignoring all obstacles, and disappeared in Bu Feihua’s body.

Seeing all this, Zhao Linger’s eyes widened in surprise!