My talent is resurrection

Chapter 89 Take My Sword

A hundred schools of thought discussed Taoism in late winter, and it unfolded in a heavy snowfall.

On it, the first three sages of Confucianism who sat in the academy were responsible for reviewing the culture of a hundred schools of thought.

On the far left is an old man in green shirt and long beard, sitting cross-legged on a chair, closing his eyes and meditating. The old man has been a sage in the palace since 2000 years ago. , instead of staying behind closed doors, no longer meddling in the affairs of the world.

Among them is a tall, thin and long-browed old man with no knowledge of the world. The reason why he became a saint is because his righteousness has reached the truly awe-inspiring realm of protection from heaven and earth, and everything he says is righteous from heaven and earth.

The saint on the far right, Chen Jiu, has seen it before. He is a middle-aged man in Confucian shirt and gray pupils. He is a newly promoted saint in the past hundred years. St.

In addition, the ancestors of hundreds of schools sat in turn, the first was the ancestor of the military family, and the last was the little old man from the inventor's line. Chen Jiu sat with him, and the two squeezed a bench. Running on the ass.

The surrounding saints looked at the two of them rather strangely, and hesitated to speak.

Around the forum for the discussion, there are those big and small sects who come and go, regardless of their influence, each finds a seat.

A hundred schools of thought discuss the Tao, except for the top five scholars in the academy, other scholars discuss the Tao according to the drawing lot.

The first one is the chef, the ancestor personally went into battle, and led a few chef lecturers, knocking on the stove as soon as he came on stage, and asked loudly.

"Which one is better at learning to cook?"

The lecturer hurriedly replied: "It's the chef of Xuegong!"

Another lecturer continued: "Eight hundred stove black iron gangs!"

The ancestor knocked on the pot again, "Learning to cook well has many benefits, and the benefits are so many that I can't say it. Listen to me carefully!"

Sitting on the platform of the ancestor, Chen Jiu was already so stupid that he had to sigh in the end.

Great chef!

The chefs talked there for a long time, nothing more than to get more funds and more coins to start a cooking school.

The three sages had no expression on their faces, and with a quick trick, they raised the annual budget of the kitchen family to two hundred ugly cow coins, which quickly ended the farce.

Hundreds of schools of thought talk about it, but what the chef is talking about is a hammer.

But fortunately, no one had any hope for the chefs, and these low-level scholars did not participate in the intellectual disputes of other schools, and just played their own knowledge peacefully.

Besides, even if they wanted to fight, no one would argue with them.

Who quarreled with the cook?

Afterwards, a good scientist came up, ranked thirteenth in the Academy, called an astronomer, and naturally studied the stars in the sky. The way of argument is that no matter how many stars in the sky are broken, they will always condense and restore to [-]. Why?
Does it involve the way of heaven?
Chen Jiu sat on the chair, squeezed the little old man next to him, frowned and said: "Others want to grow [-], why are there so many?"

The little old man sneered, "Let's say you're a country bumpkin, that's all you know."

Chen Jiu asked, "Then why do you say [-] pieces?"

The little old man said with a disdainful smile: "It is said to be [-], but no one has actually counted it. It is a random number. The bigger the better, but this astronomer is still not very good. If you want me to go, say less than [-] million."

The ancestors of the other scholars frowned helplessly when they heard the two chatting all the time. Why did the sage not speak to chase away these two live treasures in the school palace, as if he didn't see Chen Jiu.

The two chatted more and more vigorously, chattering.

A senior scholar ancestor snorted coldly and looked at the two of them, "When discussing the Tao, you must be serious and don't make any noise."

The two who were arguing immediately fell silent, elbowed each other, and stared at each other.

When the ancestor turned his gaze away, Chen Jiu asked in a low voice to the little old man, "Who is this old man?

The old man frowned and said: "I don't know, but no one else is so old, let's make room."

Chen Jiu asked in doubt, "Aren't you too old?"

The old man said unhappily: "I'm only eighty this year, and I'm still a handsome young man. How can I compare with these hundreds of years old old people."

Chen Jiu was taken aback for a moment, and replied: "Indeed."

Astronomers talked for a long time, from Zhongsheng Shenzhou Zichuan Xingchen to Northwest Wuzhou Lanhuan Xingchen, talking for a long time, Chen Jiu said that he fell asleep, and finally ended, the sage discussed it and approved it, and his knowledge can be excerpted In the merit book of the school palace, it is counted as the small merit of heaven and earth.

The ancestor of the astronomer looked excited. This discussion was quite fruitful. The astronomer is expected to go further and improve his ranking in the academy.

It is too boring for only one family to talk about these ministry knowledge, Chen Jiu probably fell asleep.

But there are also wonderful ones.

Among them, the strategist and the famous master are the most eloquent. The two people's ministry knowledge seems to be similar, but there is a fundamental difference, which leads to the quarrel between the two ancestors.

Chen Jiu and the little old man grabbed a handful of melon seeds and a little wine from nowhere. They watched with great interest, and encouraged both sides, "Let's fight, let's fight."

The ancestors of the other scholars really wanted to drive these two people out.

A hundred schools of thought discussed the Dao non-stop day and night for three consecutive days, and most of them have concluded their discussions, and each has their own results. There are joys and sorrows.

Finally it was the turn of the inventor.

There are two inventors, one is a short old man, and the other is Chen Jiu who came to help.

As the ancestor of the inventor, the little old man naturally walked to the front empty-handed.

Chen Jiu carried the gun and the robot Xiao Liang followed behind.

The monks around were a little curious. Looking at the guns and robots, they didn't know what strange-looking magic weapons they were.

With his hands behind his back, the little old man shouted in a dignified manner, "Come on, Xiao Liang, give him the whole job!"

Chen Jiu patted the robot's head, the robot's eyes lit up, and immediately landed with a backflip, repeating that sentence again.

"Little bastard, I will kill you within three days."

The old man waved again suddenly, "Shoot!"

Chen Jiu picked up the gun, and with a bang, it shot through a wooden board.

This completes the demo.

The monks around looked weird. This magic weapon didn't seem too unusual. One was a long-range magic weapon with little lethality and no special effect, and the other was a puppet dummy that looked nothing special.

There is no such thing as a magic weapon, so what is the need to show it?
The little old man explained to the three Confucian sages above him: "I developed this magic weapon to be used by ordinary people, so I hope the sages can increase the funding, not too much, just fifty ugly bull coins."

As soon as these words were spoken, there were many frowns in the stands, and even the ancestor of the scholar frowned.

"A place where a hundred schools of thought discuss the Dao, how can it be a trifling matter? It's fine that you, an inventor, don't pay attention to ministry and knowledge, and no one will say that you are not, but now you dare to do such a trifle in front of the ancestors and saints."

The scholar patriarch frowned even deeper, and asked imposingly: "Are you treating these hundred schools of thought as trifling?!"

The little old man turned pale suddenly, and hurriedly explained, "No, no, I just..."

The Confucian sage on the far left, the old man in green shirt and long beard said: "The knowledge of inventors will not be passed."

He looked at the little old man, and said again: "This thing has a good idea, but it is not meaningful if it is really regarded as ministry knowledge. You should go down and study it, and come back when you have learned a lot."

The little old man lowered his head, said softly, "Yes," and planned to leave slowly.

The Confucian saint's words are actually equivalent to giving the little old man a chance, but he is not happy at all, because the little old man understands that his ministry knowledge is only so much, and there is no way to improve it.

If he was gifted, how did the inventor end up like this?

Letting mortals kill immortals is what he has in mind, but the older he gets, the more he understands that he doesn't have the ability.

This was an extremely helpless thing, but the little old man didn't have much grief in his heart, only regret.

If he has great talent, if he has...

The little old man sighed. Life is like this sometimes, and it is often not perfect. He is now in his eighties, and he has experienced not much, but certainly a lot, so these principles must be understood.

He glanced at Chen Jiu and shouted, "Let's go, go back and drink with me."

Chen Jiu put away the robot and firearms, nodded slightly, "I have good wine."

The little old man smiled, "Then I'll have to get drunk today."

The two walked slowly towards the outside of the arena.

The surrounding crowd was discussing.

Someone sneered coldly.

"What nonsense knowledge, this inventor is also worthy of being included in the hundred schools?"

Chen Jiu suddenly turned his head and stared at the place where the voice came from.

Heaven, Earth and Martial Arts are like a long river, pouring into the arena's forum, overwhelming the aura in the arena.

The monks around were suddenly silent.

The three sages of Confucianism have different complexions. In fact, the sage with Confucian shirts and gray pupils has the strangest complexion. Looking at the little disciple of the old sword god, he has a big head, but he is causing trouble again.

The person who belittled the inventor just now is also brainless. If he really learned to speak in three years and learned to shut up all his life, the person who can't control his words is the most annoying.

Tao Li appeared at the entrance of the venue when the heaven, earth and martial arts gathered together, standing quietly, very elegant.

An ancestor of a lineage expert shouted angrily, "How dare you, kid?"

With a single palm strike, he wanted to break up the world's martial arts, so what if he was the disciple of the old sword god?
This is a school, not a Taoist temple!
The flying sword on Tao Li's waist was unsheathed, and a flash of sword light was drawn.

The world is quiet.

Only the three saints and the top-ranked scholar patriarch still made moves.

Surrounded by onlookers, there are no high-level practitioners. All the young heroes from different sects and a Nascent Soul who are responsible for enshrining come here to discuss the Tao.

After all, if you go to this academy, you don't have to worry about your safety.

The sword light was not fast, it cut very slowly, but it just shattered the big palm where the spiritual energy gathered.

Time flows, jackdaws chirp.

Tao Li held the sword and chuckled lightly, "Senior, please take my sword too."

A sword comes from the future and cuts at the present.

This is the time of flying sword.

The scholar patriarch yelled angrily, showed majesty, and vajra glared, protecting himself, but he was also cut a hundred miles away, and his spiritual energy shattered.

The scholar patriarch yelled angrily: "This is a school, Tao Li, why don't you know what is good and what is wrong, and act recklessly!"

Tao Li chuckled, "So what?"

An extremely gentle middle-aged man, but at this time his sword was extremely fierce, and another flash of sword light was drawn horizontally towards the sky.

The long-bearded sage in green shirt stretched out his hand a little, the sword light collapsed, and he said coldly, "Enough."

Tao Li didn't draw back his sword, just smiled lightly while holding the sword.

The scholar patriarch lost face and said angrily: "If you hurt people in the school palace, if you don't deal with it, what's the prestige?"

These words were obviously spoken to the sage of the academy.

Tao Li slashed straight at him again.

The old man in green shirt and long beard shattered the ray of sword energy, his complexion sank a bit, and he pinched Tao Li with his fingers.

The Taoist came with sword energy and slashed at the old man in green shirt and long beard.

The three sages of Confucianism shot at the same time, and with the grand image of heaven and earth, they could barely block this sword aura.

The faces of the surrounding monks have changed drastically. The fight involving saints is a big movement in the world. The spiritual energy in their bodies has been shaken by the aftermath of the sword energy just now, and it can't be calmed down for a long time.

This is because some scholars and ancestors blocked the aftermath of the sword energy, otherwise most of the monks in the audience would have fainted to the ground directly from the shock.

The long-bearded sage in green shirt got up, faced the Taoist temple, and said in a cold voice: "The old sword god of the Taoist temple is in charge of the school, are his hands and feet too wide?"

Another flash of sword energy struck in an instant, and the old man in green shirt and long beard fell back thousands of miles.

The red-faced Taoist stood in the sky holding a sword, raised his eyebrows and said, "I want to kill you, why?"

He glanced past the other two sages and the other ancestors of scholars, and said with disdain: "Don't talk about you, even if you add these together, I still can't miss it."

Speaking of these words, most of the faces of the people below have changed.

In normal times, who would dare to say such words in the academy, let alone such words, even if they offend a scholar ancestor.

But at this time, none of the people present dared to speak, just because it was the Taoist old sword god.

To put it bluntly, even if they go up together, they will only end up being killed by the old sword god alone.

Undisputedly number one in the world, there have only been two human races in the world for tens of thousands of years, Yao Tianchang, the old sword god of Middle-earth Shenzhou, and Lu Shen, the old martial emperor of Wuwu Prefecture. Opinions vary.

Yanwu Prefecture naturally favored his own old Emperor Wu, while Zhongsheng Shenzhou and Fubai Prefecture, which admired sword cultivation, favored the old Sword God, so the folks have their own opinions about the outcome.

These two are the most powerful people in the world. After the death of the old Emperor Wu, the old sword god was invincible in the world. He once entered the world of monsters, beheaded three peerless monsters of the thirteen realms with his sword, and returned to the world of humans with his sword.

The old sword god can kill a peerless monster in the world of the monster race as if entering the land of no one, let alone the world of the human race? !

Not to mention the Academy, even in the Zhongsheng Shenzhou Gongde Building, he can still kill people and then retreat with ease with the sword.

Perhaps in a real fight with their lives, the Yaozu can consume the top ten big monsters in the world to exchange lives with the old sword god.

But if the old sword god didn't want to fight and retreated, no one in the world would be able to keep him.

Such an old sword god, who dares to speak too much about him?
In desperation, the middle-aged sage with Confucian shirt and gray pupils said: "Old Sword God, although it is said that some people belittled this line of inventors, it is wrong, but this is still an internal matter of the academy. You meddling with this It's really inconvenient."

The red-faced Taoist looked at him and replied: "Then I don't ask for anything, just ask that little thing who wants to give my disciple a slap to come out and pick me up with a sword, and I will leave, how about it?"

The scholar ancestor was sweating coldly behind his back.

Take a sword from the old sword god!
Even if you don't die, you will be seriously injured!

The red-faced Taoist looked at the three saints again and smiled, "You can stop them."

It depends on whether you can stop it.

When the sword was used before, it was just to give the academy a face, and it only made a three-point effort, otherwise the three saints would have left long ago, how could they stand here and talk.

Before they could respond, the red-faced Taoist cut off with his sword.

It's not embarrassing, it's just a five-point effort.

That scholar patriarch's face was ashen ashes, and the spiritual energy all over his body was gathered and dispersed by the shock of the sword energy.

The three saints resisted the sword qi with all their strength, and stood in a stalemate for a long time. In the end, the sword qi slashed the power of heaven and earth to collapse, and the remaining sword qi cut the ancestor of the scholar to the ground and suffered a slight injury.

The red-faced Taoist didn't speak, and disappeared in an instant.

He came here only to protect his disciples and to give the three sages a blow. Now that the blow has been given, it doesn't matter if he can't draw the sword.

If there are still people who dare to make things difficult for Chen Jiu or Tao Li, then the next time he strikes the sword, it will really kill him.

The Taoist old sword god has a bad temper, which is well known among the great monks all over the world.

At this time, Sansheng turned his attention to the beginning of the matter, a miscellaneous lecturer who belittled the inventor.

At this moment, the man's face was pale, frightened and speechless.

The saint pointed at him, "There should be punishment."

The miscellaneous lecturer disappeared and was trapped in the lettering building of the school, facing the wall and thinking about it.

Chen Jiu held the gun silently, spread out his martial arts, and was speechless with the little old man. He went out of the door and went to drink to relieve his worries.

Tao Li smiled at the scholar patriarch, put away the flying sword, and disappeared.

A rare fighting scene in the world ended here. After everyone recovered their moods, the discussion of the hundred schools of thought continued.

After the Onmyoji School and the Legalist School finished discussing the truth, the highlight of this discussion is the military strategist who ranks second in the school.

The military school and Confucianism have always been at odds, and most of them are also at odds with the big and small sects on the mountain, so this time the military school discussed the Tao, and everyone in the audience was very concerned.

An old military strategist, the old man Qing Huang, discussed the Tao alone.

He walked slowly to the podium, looked at the three saints on it, was silent for a while, and said something shocking to the world.

"If you want the world to be peaceful, first abolish the saint."

The old man Qing Huang stood below and pointed to the three saints above him.

As soon as this remark was made, the audience was instantly noisy, and there were many discourses and discussions, and even some monks bluntly said that this pale old man was crazy.

The three sages frowned and said nothing, signaling the old man Qing Huang to continue.

So the old man Qing Huang pointed at the monks present again, and said slowly: "Abolish the sect on the mountain, and return it to the school, and manage it according to the regulations."

All the monks were stunned, the words were so shocking that people couldn't understand them at all.

At this moment, some new monks finally understood why the monks on the mountain were more or less hostile to the monks of the military family, so this was the reason!

The gray-eyed sage in Confucianism shirt sighed, "The study of military affairs is not accepted, please go back."

The old man Qing Huang was silent, without any fluctuation in expression, as if he had already expected this result, turned and walked out of the arena.

In his eyes, the whole theory of a hundred schools of thought is just a ridiculous farce.

just now……

It was time for him to go back and get his sword, and end this farce.

　More than 5000 is close to [-] words, and it is difficult to divide into chapters. According to the four chapters, there is still one chapter missing, but the code is already dizzy now, and I will continue to make up what I owe tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)