That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 732
In the twilight, a figure in a black python suit stood on the top of the city and looked into the distance. Around him were armored figures.

The whole city waited for one person.

When the white-faced and beardless eunuch saw the old Confucian scholar walking slowly on the post road, he subconsciously clenched his palm on the battlement into a fist, and said softly, "Your Highness means that I don't want to see this gentleman enter the city."

A general in armor standing beside him respectfully promised: "I will obey the king's will."

When the people on the city saw the old Confucian scholar, the old Confucian scholar also saw the people on the top of the wall, and he still walked forward, muttering to himself: "It's really a big welcoming formation."

The old Confucian scholar moved his eyes down and saw the city gate at the end along the post road. This Zhengyang Gate, the replica of the "Eastern Capital" of Wei State, is not inferior to the real Zhengyang Gate of the imperial capital.Although the city gate is closed at this time, one can imagine the deep doorway behind the city gate.

To this day, the heart of King Wei is like this city and this gate, which is known to the world and known to all passers-by.

How could he not come on this trip to the Kingdom of Wei?

When he was about a hundred feet away from "Zhengyang Gate", the old Confucian scholar stopped, took the bookcase from his back and put it in front of him, then he carefully took out a roll of bamboo slips from the bookcase and held it in his hand .

The Confucian school's important tool is the mirror of the heart in the hands of Chen Gongyu, but Sun Shiwu, as the oldest man in the Confucian school, also has one thing.

The content of this scroll of bamboo slips is not very surprising. If you want to replace it with a paper book, you can buy it from a bookshop for only [-] yuan. If it is written by the teacher himself, it will be extraordinary.

The three thousand words of the Taoist ancestor, the ninety-nine and 81 volumes of the Buddhist scriptures of the Buddha, plus the Six Classics of the Confucian saints, these are the foundations of the three religions. It is different if the Buddha, the Buddha, and the most holy ancestors explain it in person. Because of this, the patriarchs of the three religions often transcribe the classics with their own hands to pass on their own insights to future generations.

How can such things not be taken seriously?
When it comes to Confucian classics, it is inseparable from the theory of the Six Classics.Although the most sage master claimed to narrate but not write, this did not prevent him from copying the Six Classics himself, and the bamboo slips held by Sun Shiwu are the "Spring and Autumn" in the Six Classics.

The old Confucian scholar held the spring and autumn in one hand, and carefully spread out the bamboo slips with the other, just like an old master teaching in a private school.

As for the students, it was naturally the majestic city in front of them.In other words, it was King Xiao Jin of Wei sitting in the Palace of King Wei in the city.

But obviously, Xiao Jin didn't want to listen to the preaching of the old Confucian scholar.

According to the Confucian rules of heaven, earth, monarch, relatives and teachers, the emperor and queen are on the ground, and his father and brother are no longer there. Xiao Jin regards himself as an emperor, and is also a banished immortal known from birth. Who in the world can be his teacher?
In terms of ego, Xiao Jin, His Royal Highness the King of Wei, is even better than the current Emperor.

When the old Confucian scholar spread out the bamboo brief in his hand to preach and teach in the Xiongcheng city before him, there was a storm and a vision appeared in the sky.

There seemed to be countless sounds of slaughtering horseshoes in the surroundings. The chaos of the Spring and Autumn Period and the conquests of the princes were all in it.

I saw countless phantoms of cavalry appearing around the old Confucian scholar. The sound of horseshoes, snorting, neighing, and footsteps were mixed together. It seemed that a large army really appeared "outside the Eastern Capital." , As long as the order is given, the city will be attacked immediately.

Soldiers approach the city.

At this moment, the eunuch who was standing on the top of the city was furious, and said in a hateful voice, "Where's the bed crossbow? Where's the cannon?"

After his words fell, the bed crossbow and artillery on the top of the city roared together, and the sound of wind and thunder was loud in an instant.

The old Confucian turned a blind eye to this, most of the projectiles and arrows fell into the empty space, and the few who went straight to the old Confucian were directly shaken into fine pieces by the majestic Qi of the old Confucian before they got close.

The old Confucian scholar strode forward.

The anomaly changed again.

There are palaces and emperors, and various schools of thought wander among them, expounding their own righteousness. It can be seen that some people are impassioned in the temple, and some scold Fang Qiu before the battle.

In ancient times, there were scholars who lobbied the king of Qin. The king of Qin said that the wrath of the emperor would lay down millions of corpses and bleed for thousands of miles.

Seeing that the lobbying failed, he replied, in the wrath of the common people, the two corpses were buried, and the blood flowed for five steps. The world is nothing, and it is today.

Sun Shiwu didn't come here simply to ask for death today, he came to lobby the king of Wei, but the king of Wei didn't want to listen.

He looked up at the city wall that was getting closer and closer, and whispered to himself: "Since the old man is telling you the truth, and you don't want to listen, then... the old man will learn the wrath of man!"

After the First Battle of Mingling, Xiao Jin was wiped out of one of the three corpses, and the masters under his command were killed and injured countless times, their vitality was severely injured, and their muscles and bones were broken. At this time, there were not many masters in Wei Guozhong.

If Xiao Jin listens to the persuasion, everything will be fine, if Xiao Jin insists on going his own way, then as long as he is killed, the world will be peaceful.

It's that simple.

Sun Shiwu's every step made the earth tremble endlessly.

Although there was only one person, he stomped on the ground like an army of tens of thousands.

Countless dust fell on the walls of the city, and the people on the top of the city felt as if the footsteps were stepping heavily on their own hearts, almost breaking their hearts.

The eunuch supported the battlements and said viciously, "Where are people? Are they all dead?"

This time, it was no longer ballistas and cannons, but countless masters belonging to Wei Palace jumped down from the tower. .

Sun Shiwu never raised his head to look at these people, but stopped for a while, looked down at the bamboo slips in his hand, "I am good at cultivating righteousness."

After saying this, he walked towards the city gate without raising his head.

Following his footsteps, a patch of red clouds slowly rose behind him, like a sunrise in the east.

There is righteousness in heaven and earth, and manifolds are mixed.The lower part is Heyue, and the upper part is the sun star.Yu Ren said Haoran, Peihu said Cangming.

This is Haoran righteousness!

Sun Shiwu's footsteps were not fast, but the spreading speed of the red aura was extremely fast. In a blink of an eye, half of the sky was already red. In this red haze, it seemed that a round of red sun was about to rise.

Whether it's spells or flying swords, they can't get close to this red glow.

The old Confucian scholar supported the bamboo slip with one hand, and stretched out a finger with the other to lightly point it out.

All the masters who jumped down from the top of the city suddenly flew backwards as if struck by lightning, hit the city wall, smashed countless cracks, and smoke, dust and rubble fell down.

It's like swat mosquitoes.

He waved his big sleeve again, brushing away the rain of arrows that followed, like dispelling miasma, which is an understatement.

Seeing this, the eunuch standing on Cheng's head fell to the ground, his face pale.

He is only equivalent to Zhang Baisui in status, but after all, he is not Mr. Pingan with a high cultivation base.

Sun Shiwu's footsteps became faster and faster, so fast that he could hardly see his figure clearly, like a ray of breeze.

A bit of awe-inspiring air, a thousand miles of breezy wind.

The wind passed over the "Eastern Capital" and slammed into the gate of the city.

This "Eastern Capital" city is also not the real Eastern Capital that has been managed by the three dynasties for hundreds of years, and it failed to use the city as a front, so when the breeze hit the city gate, the whole city shook.

This majestic city seemed to have encountered an earthquake that had never happened in a century, and the city walls shook, including the houses and pavilions in the city. All the tiles vibrated endlessly, as if they were about to jump up.

The city gate was also trembling endlessly.

Very domineering and unreasonable.

Confucianism already has the theory of kings and bullies. Since you don't listen to the advice of kings, then I will be bully for a while. This is not punishment for not teaching.

Qingfeng then hit again.

The city gate is crumbling.

When Qingfeng hit the city gate for the third time, it was finally unimpeded.

On the occasion of the 23rd year of Taiping's resignation of spring and welcome of summer, Sun Shiwu, a Confucian master, set foot in the "Eastern Capital" of Wei State for the first time, and possibly the last time in his life.

(End of this chapter)