The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

Chapter 70 It’s up, leave!

The poem “Swordsman”, in Bu Fei’s eyes, is at best able to make a breakthrough in immortal products.

After all, the content or artistic conception involved in this poem is not very strong.

Therefore, in these three days, Bu Feihua wrote this “Swordsman”.

You know, most of the more than 5,000 poems he wrote in the past three days are specially selected poems that involve relatively weak content or artistic conception. Pin’s poems, he only dared to pick one or two to write a day

The main reason he wanted to do this was that he was worried about writing too many poems of too high grade, and that the visions and movements were too big, which might attract the attention or covet of others, which would lead to unnecessary trouble and danger!

After all, in addition to the demon spirit monster’s coveting and hostility towards ‘Confucianism’, the ‘Wen Slave’ matter also gave Bu Feihua a blow, making him in a human city, he also had to be cautious and vigilant!

Although his previous Cultivation Base of the’Xiu Talent’ realm is still barely possible, but if he dares to make a large number of sacred poems or top celestial poems one after another, once they are found out, it will be difficult to guarantee that those Cultivation Bases are better than those of Cultivation Base. His high-ranking Confucian cultivators would not have any scheming thoughts, so they secretly shot him, wanting to control him as a’civil slave’.

After all, for Taixue Taoist works such as “Poetry, Songs, Piano, Chess, Calligraphy and Calligraphy”, only the original author can exert 100% of its full power, and other people can only use 60% to 70% of its power when borrowed.

Therefore, for Confucianists, every original ‘poem’ that is included in the product is extremely precious, especially the higher the grade, the more precious it is.

Because, the higher the level of poetry, not only can it bring them more ‘Ascension Cultivation Base’, but also ascension them more combat power.

Especially the original “Sheng Pin Poetry”, its preciousness, that even the scholars and other strong Confucianists will be tempted!

Therefore, if people know that Bu Fei Fei is able to make a ‘massive’ of ‘Holy Poetry’ or Top Immortal Poetry, then, even Confucian scholars at the bachelor’s level will inevitably be excited.

After all, this mythical world is also a world of The Weak are Prey to the Strong. Only when one’s own strength is strong enough can you have everything. If the strength is not enough, it may fall at any time, or even end in a disillusioned way.

Therefore, if there is a chance to obtain higher combat power and faster Ascension Cultivation Base strength, those who are strong in Confucianism, except for some truly benevolent and moral people or proud and talented people, most of the others are May covet it.

Therefore, in order to be cautious and vigilant, Bu Feihua did not have the brain to choose those poems that involve content or artistic conception that are too scary to write, and try to choose those poems with poor artistic conception or content to write, even if he chooses some stronger poems to write. , And try to control it below the sixth rank.

But I didn’t want to, after this “Swordsman” poem was approved by Mingming’s “Tai Xue Dao”, it could reach the sixth rank fairy poem.

This is quite unexpected!

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After Bufei dissipated “Swordsman”, he drove the boat and landed on the ground.

Immediately after that, accompanied by a slight movement of his thoughts, “Early Hair Baidi City” also gathered, the Bianzhou dissipated, and the Wen Palace closed.

Just like that, Bu Feihua became a weak scholar with a graceful character.

“Bu Dage, are you okay?!”

Fang Yishao rushed out from a distance, panting and ran to Bu Feihua’s side, with a concerned expression on his face.

After being sent to a safe area by Bu Feifan’s ethos, she has been paying attention to Bu Feifan’s situation nervously. Seeing that he had killed Lu Sun, she quickly ran towards the direction where he had fallen.

“fine.”

Bu Feihua smiled slightly.

After a short while, he glanced over and found that Fang Yishao had a rolling pin in his hand.

At the moment, Bu Feifei couldn’t help being slightly curious, and asked, “A spoonful, you are holding a rolling pin, what do you want to do?!”

“Hold it, I feel more secure!”

Fang Yishao waved the rolling pin in his hand, glared with clear big eyes, and smiled.

“Uh…”

Bu Feihua put a rolling pin that was less than half a meter long in his hand without a trace of his gaze, feeling a little speechless in his heart.

With just such a rolling pin, what sense of security can it have!

While complaining in his heart, Bu Feifei raised his eyes and looked around, and found that within a radius of 100 meters, it had almost become a ruin, the building collapsed into pieces, and many lives were buried under it.

In addition, the girl in green has also disappeared.

have they gone? !

As soon as his thoughts turned, Bu Feihua felt a little curious and strange in his heart: “Sad Wonderful Flower…Ling Wangzong… dressed in green… will it be her?!”

Immediately afterwards, Bu Feifan glanced at the common people who were peering into the distance.

They found that they were very afraid of themselves, even the diners who dared to make fun of him just now, all bowed their heads and quickly retracted their heads, looking very frightened when they saw his gaze.

Bu Feihua knew that they were not afraid of him, but of his power.

This is the natural fear and fear of the weak towards the strong!

For a time, Bu Feifei sighed with emotion.

“Let’s go, it’s getting late, why don’t I take you back first!”

Immediately, he turned his head to look at the Fang Yishao next to him, and said in a warm voice.

This girl was not in vain for saving her life just now, and after seeing the end of the battle, she immediately ran over to care about him.

“Hmm…ok, trouble Dage!”

Hearing Bu Huanfa’s suggestion, Fang Yishao’s face immediately showed an extremely cheerful smile, nodding his head again and again.

After that, the two of them drifted away under the gaze of everyone in the distance.

Only the afterglow of the setting sun stretched the shadows of the two people long, and slowly leaned together!

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