Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 257 [The First Emperor was furious, Little Sage Village]

Li Si left Xiaoshengxian Manor and went directly to Xianyang Palace to meet Qin Shihuang.

Qin Shihuang said angrily: "Stubborn people, if this is the case, then destroy the little sage village. No one can blame you."

Today's Confucianism is no longer the era when it was determined by one word. The Qin Dynasty's court is not unable to function without Confucianism.

An imperial edict was issued to destroy the Little Sage Village, which shocked the entire Xianyang City. No one thought that Qin Shihuang would do such a crazy thing. You must know that Confucianism is the leader of hundreds of schools, and its disciples can be found throughout the human race.

Especially among hundreds of schools of thought, who did not receive some favor from Confucianism at the beginning?

If Confucianism had not created Jixia Academy and allowed hundreds of schools of thought to sing together, how could they have perfected their respective teachings in such a short period of time.

Especially those powerful people behind Baijia. In the battle hundreds of years ago, they fully realized the terror of who was behind Confucianism.

As a result, in these years, although hundreds of schools of thought have flourished, no one dared to shake the status of Confucianism.

No one thought that Qin Shihuang would make such a crazy move. Isn't this setting fire to self-immolation? Everyone thought that a human emperor could really fight against the mighty men of the ancient times.

"Tap Tap!"

Tens of thousands of cavalry gathered in Xianyang City, and the long queue was like a black torrent rushing towards Little Saint's Manor from all directions.

The current owners of Little Saint Xian Manor, Fu Nianyan, Lu and Zhang Liang, had already heard the news, but they did not take any action. Instead, they quietly waited at the door for the incoming army.

"Tap Tap!"

A black torrent of iron cavalry gathered, and the residents near Little Saint Xian Manor had already emptied out of their buildings.

Fu Nian, who was wearing a spotless Confucian robe, took a step forward, raised his hands and said, "I wonder why you generals are here?"

"Tap!"

A man walked out of the queue and raised the tiger seal in his hand: "According to the order of His Majesty the First Emperor, the Confucianists colluded with the remnants of the six countries to commit treacherous acts. No one from Xiaoshengxian Village was left alive."

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Loud shouts came out from the cavalry army. Each of them broke out among the thousands of troops. They were the most elite cavalrymen in the entire Qin Kingdom.

"Hey! It seems that the Little Sage Village is in danger of such a disaster."

Zhang Liang sighed slightly, but there was no fear in his eyes, only calmness.

"Kill and raze the Little Saint's Village to the ground."

"Tap Tap!"

Da Qin's cavalry came forward with spears brandished, their bronze masks only revealing a pair of bright red eyes.

"Eh!"

Fu Nian and the three of them all sighed slightly. Even in a life-and-death moment, they did not take a step back.

"There is righteousness in heaven and earth."

At the moment when the spear was about to fall, Fu Nian's eyes revealed a majestic momentum, his lips opened slightly, and he muttered a sentence.

A soft white light suddenly appeared from Fu Nian's body. The soft white light attracted dozens of cavalrymen to freeze their spears in the void.

The moment that majestic momentum appeared, dozens of nearby cavalry were defeated and flew backwards.

The energy filled the air, and the cavalry that surrounded the entire Little Saint's Manor, and the horses they sat on, groaned and kept retreating, not daring to take another step forward.

"This is the Confucian spirit."

Confucianism cultivates learning and cultivates a noble and upright spirit. Literary spirit is a reflection of whether a bachelor is strong or not. Fu Nian's literary spirit is nine feet high, which is equivalent to a top Confucian existence.

With literary Qi protecting his body, he has no fear of ghosts and gods. Like being possessed by nine feet of literary Qi, the power he unleashes is even difficult for the Golden Immortal to resist. How can these ordinary mortals be his opponents? "snort."

With a cold sound, a middle-aged man wearing dark armor walked out of the cavalry. A majestic evil spirit rose into the sky, instantly breaking through Fu Nian's literary energy. The terrifying bloody evil energy enveloped the entire Little Saint's Manor. The pillars of the house all creaked.

"General Wang Jian."

The expressions of Fu Nian and the other three people changed. Wang Jian was one of the four war gods of the Qin State. He had never lost a single battle for the Qin State, but they knew better.

Wang Jian is a human shaman, or the kind of human shaman who is ready to break through to the realm of a great shaman at any time. Only senior Confucian officials know the difficult secrets about this matter.

"Confucian traitors, those who dare to rebel will have to bear the consequences."

Wang Jian's expression was filled with horror and horror. He raised the spear stained red by blood and pointed it at the Little Saint's Village. "Attack the whole army and crush the Little Saint's Village."

"promise."

"Boom boom boom!"

The heavy sound of horse hooves, accompanied by the sound of heavy breathing, resounded throughout the streets.

"Confucian disciples, follow me to resist the Qin army."

Fu Nian shouted loudly, and the three people headed by them all burst out with nine-foot literary energy. At the same time, tens of thousands of large and small literary energy shot up into the sky in the Little Sage Manor.

Literary energy permeated the entire sky, scattering the clouds in the sky. Countless literary energies gathered together and smelted into a figure thousands of feet tall.

This figure is condensed, wearing a pure white Confucian robe and a square scarf, holding a scroll in his left hand and a ruler in his right hand.

"This is Confucius of Confucianism!"

The minds of countless powerful people from the beginning were shaken. These powerful people were basically the same people who went to Little Sage Manor to look for trouble with Master Ziyang and others.

Fortunately, they didn't follow him to Chaos together, otherwise they would have disappeared long ago.

But the aura of that figure still remained in their hearts.

Although the face of the condensed figure of literary energy in the sky could not be seen clearly, these great men of ancient times could still feel that aura. It was none other than Confucius, the founder of Confucianism who killed four quasi-sages in the ancient times.

"Huh! It's just nothing."

Wang Jian didn't know who Confucius was, and given his personality, he wouldn't be afraid even if he knew.

Because this is Xianyang City, the place where the fate of the entire Qin State gathers, immortal cultivators dare not do anything here.

"kill!"

Wang Jian's aura was violent, and the bright red spear in his hand suddenly stabbed the thousand-foot giant in the sky. The majestic bloody evil energy condensed and turned into a thousand-foot spear in the air to attack Confucius, who had transformed into a literary spirit.

"I am good at cultivating my awe-inspiring spirit."

In the sky, the incarnation of Confucius spoke softly. His voice was gentle and gentle, but it spread to the ears of countless people throughout Xianyang City.

"Boom!"

The soft white light enveloped the entire world, and a white sword energy of ten thousand feet cut through the sky, slashing towards the bloody evil energy.

"Boom!"

The vibrating energy spread throughout the world, and the fierce aura dissipated directly under the white light. The terrifying sword energy continued unabated and fell towards Wang Jian.

"what!"

Wang Jian's expression changed drastically, he jumped high into the air, and waved out a series of attacks with the spear in his hand, constantly bombarding the ten thousand feet of sword energy.

(End of this chapter)