Great Dao Ji

Hooray!

The old Confucian was extremely shocked. He stood up suddenly and ignored the ancient scroll falling. When he looked at An Qisheng again, he seemed to have seen a ghost.

This, how is this possible? !

Purple is the most noble Qi, and reaching the sky is the highest.

This kind of energy is more than expensive?

It is simply supreme and noble!

Even in the vast Zhou Dynasty, there were only a few people with such a talent. In fact, he had never seen anyone more noble than this in his life!

Even that adult is not so lucky.

Qi luck, Qi luck, is obtained from heaven, nourished by people, through hard work, and achieved by hearing and reaching.

Some people are born poor and humble, and some people are born rich. But even if they are emperors, generals and ministers, they must fulfill their destiny to have such luck!

Before the position is completed, it is nothing more than this.

The person in front of me is physically weak and has bad eyesight. He is a middle-aged man who has suffered misfortune. Looking at the sea of ​​​​people, he is ordinary. How can he be so powerful?

"Um?"

An Qisheng let out a light sigh, but he was also a little surprised.

Can this old scholar really pry into his destiny?

He was surprised in his heart, and then calmed down. As he thought, he covered his energy, preventing outsiders from prying easily.

He preached in various circles, was honored several times, and had his own Qi numbers. Although he didn't care about Qi numbers and numerology, it was obvious that this was not the case for this old Confucian.

What surprised him was not that the old man saw his aura, but that the moment the old scholar spied on him, he felt a familiar aura.

"No, that's not right."

The old scholar stood stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses.

Ignoring the surprised looks in Gong Yangyan and Qiao Qier's eyes, he silently recited the magic formula in his heart and pointed it in front of his eyes.

Immediately, he looked at An Qisheng again, but he directly used the Confucian magical power 'The Technique of Seeing Qi between Heaven and Man'!

Buzz~

The light between his eyes lights up and goes out, then goes back and forth, repeating the cycle many times, until his face is as white as paper and is about to collapse, and then it stops.

‘Could it be that just now, my eyes were really dim? Or is there something wrong with me because I haven't mastered the art of looking at the heavens and beings? ’

The old scholar wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at An Qisheng again, feeling startled and uncertain in his heart.

Although he had never seen the supreme purple energy that reached into the sky like a pillar, he did not dare to underestimate the person in front of him.

The art of observing the qi of heaven and man is the top magical power of Confucianism. According to legend, the Master once used this technique to peer into the sky, which is better than the Shinto "Qin Tianjian" and the Buddhist clairvoyance.

"Life is thinner than paper, that's true."

An Qisheng nodded. What the old Confucian said was true. Taoist Hongxuan had great ambitions but was unlucky. He was already dead.

Unfortunately, that was the predecessor, not him.

"This fellow Taoist."

When the old Confucian was stunned, Gong Yangyan couldn't suppress his anxiety. He took a step forward, cupped his hands and said: "I heard that Confucianism has two categories of 'sage' and 'king', with seventy-two meridians. I don't know which lineage I studied under." Is the saint king?"

Confucianism is not included in the Second Holy Land, the Three Emperors Dynasty, and the five major sects, but it is also one of the top powers under it. What is even more terrifying is that.

Confucianism is a science of governing the world, not a simple way of practice.

Just as the Master taught all the people on the side of King Yu, there are also Confucians occupying high positions in the three great imperial dynasties today.

There are even legends that there is a Confucian sage in the towering imperial court above the six heavens and before the sky!

Among all Pandao traditions, Confucianism originated the latest, but is now the most widely circulated.

Gong Yangyan also knew it.

The old Confucian ignored him, only glanced at him coldly, then looked at An Qisheng, but for the first time he raised his hand and saluted:

"Your Excellency is not an ordinary person. Ye's words were often abrupt. Please forgive me."

The old scholar took a deep breath and regained his composure, but he was no longer joking as before. He couldn't help but look at the person in front of him, but it was difficult to determine the origin of the person in front of him.

But he was extremely surprised in his heart.

I never expected that on a whim I would practice the magical power of "Wang Qi" in a busy city, and I would encounter such a strange person.

"The old Confucian knows how to advance and retreat."

An Qisheng felt some appreciation in his heart, but this old Confucian knew how to advance and retreat, and his attitude was relaxed, which naturally showed that he did not want to fight with him.

"Your Excellency, please take care of yourself. Ye will take your leave."

After thinking about it for a moment, the old Confucian had no intention of staying. He picked up the ancient scroll, handed it over, and left.

"Old gentleman, stay."

An Qisheng stopped him.

The atmosphere of cultivation in this world is better than that of the human world, but practitioners are still rare. If you see them, you can't let them leave easily.

"Um?"

The old scholar stopped and raised his long eyebrows: "Do you still want to force me to stay?"

As he spoke, the old scholar's green shirt was not moving in the wind, and the condensed air suddenly descended into the inner city. Under the invisible pressure, pedestrians on the nearby streets suddenly felt palpitated.

"Of course we can't just come and leave whenever we want."

An Qisheng's tone was deep, as if he didn't care at all about the harsh aura coming from the pavement: "Even Confucianists must be reasonable."

"Master, Master, just say a few words."

He was not in a hurry, but Gong Yangyan's expression changed drastically, and sweat appeared on his forehead. He did not believe that this old scholar dared to take action in the city, but he had already seen that this old scholar had also condensed a great elixir and could live for more than a thousand years. characters.

Apart from being anxious, he was also shocked by the courage of his sect leader, and felt even more incredible in his heart.

Could it be that his sect leader has some unknown trump card after traveling all over the world these years?

Otherwise, how could you dare to provoke a being who has condensed a great elixir like this?

"You want to reason with me?"

The old Confucian was startled when he heard this.

"So what if I'm being reasonable?"

An Qisheng's eyelids drooped, and in the depths of his eyes, a light cyan mark was looming.

This mark is erratic, as if it is about to condense, and yet it seems that it will completely disappear in the next moment.

The reason why he talked to this old Confucian was probably because of this brand.

Confucianism is a prominent school. Unlike Buddhism and Taoism, which is independent from the outside world, Confucianism is deeply involved in the world and has been passed down from generation to generation, so it must have the most detailed information.

Not to mention finding the fragments of his soul, it would definitely be of great benefit to him in understanding the secrets of this world.

He entered the inner city mostly because of this old Confucian.

Phew~

It seemed like a cold wind was blowing, and Qiao Qier unconsciously shrank her hands and feet.

He looked around and was surprised to find that everyone was walking around as usual, and no one noticed anything unusual in the shops.

But everyone intentionally or unintentionally avoided this place, and the nearest pedestrians were dozens of feet away.

Indescribably weird and magical.

"Then let me teach you a clever trick!"

The old scholar looked solemn. When he raised his hand, his sleeves were rolled up: "It is inconvenient to use magical powers in the city, so Ye will use these fists and feet to 'reason' with you!"

"Master."

Gong Yangyan's face didn't look very good, but he could only retreat slowly, while whispering: "Confucianism is divided into two schools, the inner sage and the outer king. This person is probably the latter."

"The truth is always in the palm of your hand!"

The old scholar raised his eyebrows slightly, wearing a green shirt, his breath was steaming, and his whole body was surrounded by divine light. His five fingers slowly stretched out, and then closed themselves into a fist:

"This is my Confucian principle!"

The words are sonorous and the breath is vigorous.

At this time, the old Confucian still has a trace of his previous senility?

Qiao Qier was dumbfounded when she saw it. She never expected that he would be so reasonable.

"The Kingly Way of Confucianism."

Gong Yangyan sighed in his heart.

According to legend, tens of thousands of years ago, Confucianism had a shocking incident. After that, the Confucian family was divided into two. Although they were both called Confucians, they were hostile to each other.

The Confucian royal way is the strongest and the most ferocious in killing methods. It is not inferior to the Taoist sword cultivators, and they are the most difficult type of monks.

It is normal for people to fight over disagreements, and some people even stray from the royal path and become evil.

He had seen this old Confucian speak softly before, but he didn't expect that he was actually a Confucian king.

"The truth is in the palm of your hand?"

An Qisheng chewed this sentence over and over. The Confucians in this world were obviously different from Xuan Xing. They were rougher and more arrogant.

But he wasn't surprised.

Even in a world as 'gentle' as Xuanxing, the basis of reasoning is still strength, let alone such a world where great power belongs to oneself and killing is futile.

If Confucianism and Taoism in this world only talked about truth, it would have been lost in the long river of history. How could it be passed down for 50,000 years?

However, he was still keenly aware that the root cause of the change in the old Confucian's attitude was still the word 'principle'.

"I see that your muscles and bones are soft and soft, and your cultivation is somewhat uneven. It seems that you have a serious injury that has not healed."

The old Confucian stood under the tree and frowned when he saw the dark eyes of the Taoist in front of him: "It's still too late to regret now."

Not to mention the purple energy he had seen at a glance before, even if there was no purple energy, he would not want to take action against such a person who was obviously injured and disabled.

"A war of words is naturally not as interesting as fighting with fists, feet, and swords. I also like this kind of reasoning. But..."

An Qisheng spoke calmly, speaking in a general way, but the topic of the conversation followed him and he turned to look at the high sky where the clouds and mist were rolling:

"After all, we need to resolve some things first before we can reason with the old gentleman."

"Um?"

The old scholar seemed to have noticed something, and his brows suddenly wrinkled.

boom!

The next moment, almost as soon as An Qisheng finished speaking, there was a loud sound!

The raging wind and waves blew wildly from thousands of miles away, sweeping across the sea of ​​rolling clouds and pressing down, as if the sky was about to collapse.

This explosion was even more terrifying.

It was like thousands of thunderbolts exploded in the sky above Lanshan City at the same time, and instantly rolled throughout the inner and outer cities!

Hundreds of streets were in chaos for a while.

"ah!"

"what happened?"

"A big monster is coming, run away!"

Some people panicked, some looked up in shock, some practitioners' expressions changed drastically, and some even fainted and fell to the ground directly from the sound wave.

There are many people shouting, crying and wailing, and people taking advantage of the chaos to rob.

For a moment, people fell on their backs and the whole city was in uproar!

"This, this"

The scene was like the anger of God, which made Qiao Qier's face turn pale.

"Coming."

Gong Yangyan tugged at the donkey's hair, and strong hatred and fear appeared on his deeply furrowed face:

"Calling Thunder Jue! Lin Baimei, it's Lin Baimei!"

boom!

The Gangfeng rolled like a wave, with a huge momentum, but before it paused for a long time, it was torn apart by a brilliant sword light!

The sword light burned violently!

Like a fireball or a wheel of light, the moment it emerged, its light spread all over the city, all shadows receded, and all noises were extinguished.

"This is."

"Sword Qi Thunder Sound!"