From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

In one day.

The grandfather and grandson of the Xuanyuan family reached the pinnacle of terrestrial immortals, and then died one after another.

Confucian sage Xuanyuan Jingcheng.

The Martial Saint Xuanyuan Dapan.

Both sides had their own shortcomings, but the outcome was the same.

It was still a rainy night, but it was much lighter.

Jiang Yuan absorbed the vitality of the Martial Saint in the ruins, repaired the damage casually, and then put it all into the furnace.

The power of seventeen dragon elephants.

Or continue to consolidate the Vajra realm.

To be honest, this level is still not filled up, and he is a bit of a headache, but the foundation is crucial, after all, martial arts is a dead end.

After Xuanyuan Jingcheng's death, the perfect Confucian aura contained in him returned to heaven and earth.

Around Huishan Mountain, hundreds of thousands of tiny "Soldier" characters form a cage of pen and ink, trapping all the good fortune.

Jiang Yuan did not have any high aspirations for Confucianism and Taoism. At first, it was just an interesting idea.

The Half-Step Confucian Sage broke through naturally and directly entered the perfect level.

A natal character "Ren" was born.

When "benevolence" was fully manifested, the heaven and the earth seemed to be stunned for a moment. This was not a human surprise, but a huge amount of Confucian and Taoist luck impacting the blessed land, causing the operation of heaven to pause.

This word is too important for Confucianism.

It is on the same level as virtue, propriety, kindness, etc.

The Analects of Confucius has a thousand words, but all they interpret is the word "benevolence". It is the joint effort of the great sage and his disciples.

But for someone, benevolence is the bloody afterimage left over from slaying countless lives in the past.

In the secondary capital of Liyang, there was a young Confucian scholar who was bewildered at first, then no longer gentle, his eyes became cold and focused. He put down all the plans that were about to bear fruit, and immediately led his entourage northward, because it was really too outrageous.

On Huishan Mountain, Jiang Yuan didn't care about it.

Before sending the personal jade pendant to Wudi City, he had already integrated the fruits of Confucianism into the melting pot of martial arts.

He was quite serious about the matter of Boxing Confucianism.

In the future, at most, he would not circulate the Haoran Qi, so as not to affect the purity of the warrior, but he could still use the power of heaven and earth for his own benefit. In comparison, the latter was more important.

The Confucian destiny broke through the sky, poured into the heaven and earth, and fell towards Huishan.

Jiang Yuan was bathed in the invisible white light, and the character "Ming" that was supposed to be replaced was completed smoothly. There was still a lot of surplus, so he simply used it all up and condensed the character "Wu" that best suited the current situation. The incarnations of the Three Pure Ones provided great help, and they did it all for their own benefit.

After refining one's natal character, even if one has completely entered the high-level system of the Confucian Temple, anyone in the world who writes, uses or recites it will add a bit of cultivation to the saint.

In other words, with the word "benevolence", it was a foregone conclusion that he would become a saint in the world, not even almost.

Theoretically, characters like "了" and "的" have the fastest growth rate, but their symbolism is relatively weak, and the effect of use is poor. Some sages will even take the initiative to break them up, because most of them can only have one natal character in their lifetime. The same is true for several giants in the Confucian Temple, not because of lack of ability, but because they are unwilling to take the position of juniors.

It is worth mentioning that only saints and sages have enough knowledge to give birth to their natal characters. Someone took advantage of the status and stole the position of "saint" in this world, and the two were combined into one.

The fourth Qiong Tower was built unknowingly, and the energy rose another hundred miles.

All he could see was rubble, the top of Huishan Mountain was destroyed by the fierce battle between two top warriors. Jiang Yuan came to the collapsed Wending Pavilion, where hundreds of thousands of "bing" characters were like little ants, and began to collect and organize martial arts books. As a arsenal second only to Tingchao Pavilion, its priceless value was beyond words.

Occasionally, a few martial artists who were prepared to seek wealth and fame at the risk of their lives would go against the flow, but they were all strangled to death by the hundred-meter-long colorful python.

Pei Nanwei climbed the mountain holding an umbrella, holding the old hen in one hand. The three-colored raccoon slave, who had become wise, would still bang it a few times whenever he had time, and would not stay still even when squatting on his shoulder.

Because it was raining, she walked over to someone and held an umbrella for him. The person still had wounds and blood on his right hand.

"Sir, does it hurt?"

Xuanyuan Dapan has dominated the southeastern martial arts world for decades, and according to those in the martial arts world, Xuanyuan Jingcheng has become a Confucian saint, equivalent to Cao Changqing of Western Chu in the past, so it should be a life-and-death battle.

Jiang Yuan did not answer. Saying that it hurt was not in line with the situation, and saying that it didn't hurt was unnecessary. The other party's question was problematic, and he was very busy now.

Pei Nanwei stared blankly at the person whose clothes were soaked. It was like a pile of stones containing jade, and a row of pines containing emerald green. This was probably the case with a man who carved jade in the world. Apart from his usual indifference, his "beautiful demeanor" was always flawless. However, for some reason he often looked like he might fight at any time. He was probably like some women, and he couldn't explain why.

The woman, who felt relieved to see the other person was safe, squatted down, and after taking off her ordinary mask, she revealed a beautiful face. At this age, she could not be called a girl. Pei Nanwei gently pulled the other person's right hand. She did not know how to heal wounds, and could not help much in a life-and-death battle. She could only blush and put the cupped hand into her lapel and put it on her heart.

Touching the warm and soft jade, Jiang Yuan tilted his head, too lazy to move or withdraw his hand, his eyes were as if he saw a cat slave exposing her belly.

"Should I slap you next?"

Pei Nanwei's face turned even redder. She was absolutely crazy to dare to eat young grass. How could she, a 36-year-old girl, possess a jade-like man? What's more, the other party was a military duke, the second best in the world. There would definitely be royal princesses, or all kinds of stunning female knights and fairies following him in the future. It would not be her turn to stand up and make trouble to stop him.

But she was still unwilling to let go.

However, the three-flowered cat slave next to him looked suspicious, and Bang Bang punched the woman's face more than ten times.

"I have a daughter." Jiang Yuan quickly flipped through the martial arts manual and said with a little of his attention.

Pei Nanwei tilted her head. She didn't say anything even though the Prince of Jing'an was already in his twenties.

"So of course I have a wife."

Pei Nanwei nodded this time. Prince Jing'an had one principal concubine, four concubines on both sides and seven official concubines. Although they were just decorations like the Buddhas, it was estimated that there were quite a few of them.

"She has to agree to this." Jiang Yuan said calmly.

"Just keep me outside."

Pei Nanwei's face was still as rosy as ever, but she raised her little face.

"Let's not even talk about whether it's possible or not." Jiang Yuan turned around and said seriously, "You only focus on martial arts."

Haoran Tianxia, ​​a half-step martial god, the first female limit, devoted herself to martial arts, and entered this top-heavy and light-footed largest cage, simply hoping to win by borrowing the will of heaven and the rules, in order to consolidate her martial arts foundation from which she could not turn back.

Pei Nanwei was stunned when he heard this.

Turtle, only a fool would not want the beautiful boy in front of him to blindly pursue martial arts.

"Then I won't practice martial arts anymore." Pei Nanwei gritted his teeth.

Jiang Yuan glanced at her and said, "After we ascend, we will go our separate ways to avoid fighting each other in the future. After all, I will not show any mercy in killing you, and up to now, I have no interest in you."

"Has Jiang Lang always been so cruel?"

"always like this."

(End of this chapter)