Saint of the Confucian way

Even Pingchao's face looked flustered and hurried to feel his literary palace. He could not feel it and had no talent. All the strength of scholars disappeared.

"Fang Yun!"

Lian Pingchao clenched his teeth and looked ferocious. He almost used all his strength to shout Fang Yun's name.

In a moment, even the anger on Pingchao's face turned into chagrin.

"If I had known this, I shouldn't have been against him. Just follow him! What happened in bloody mountain ancient land? Why did Fang Yun have such huge power? Did my power disappear temporarily or permanently? I must have a way to solve it! I must be able to recover the lost power and surpass Fang Yun! Lord of bloody mountain? I will never believe that! Just a Han Lin, why call yourself the Lord of blood! "

Lian Pingchao thought and walked quickly to Qingyang City, but after dozens of steps, he began to breathe heavily.

Even Pingchao's face became more and more gloomy and lost the power of a scholar. He was an old man in his sixties and had no power.

A distance of 100 Li can be reached quickly for a bachelor, but for an old man, it takes at least five hours to walk.

Lian Pingchao gritted his teeth and said, "I can walk all the way from Mengtong to a bachelor. In addition to learning, the first priority is will, and it's just a small matter. I also have hanhubei and many miracles. As long as I recover a little talent, I can make a comeback..."

Even the sound of the flat tide suddenly stopped.

"Where is my Hanhu shell?"

Lian Pingchao was completely flustered and began to grope on his body. He looked for sleeves, belts, linings, trousers and so on, and even reached into his hair and collar.

Nothing there?

Even Pingchao looked around quickly. There was no one here, and he couldn't care much. He took off his clothes one by one, and finally left only a pair of shorts on him.

Even Pingchao was shocked by thunder. He stared at the clothes arranged below. His eyes gradually dimmed and his face was as gray as death.

"Where on earth did I leave Hanhu shells? I touched them with my own hands just now!" Lian Pingchao flushed his eyes, hurriedly put on his clothes and returned along the original road, looking around while walking, hoping to find the lost Hanhu shells.

The flood had just receded, and the ground was muddy. Even in the flat tide, he walked deep and shallow, panting all the way.

After searching for an hour, I got nothing even in the flat tide.

"Fang Yun! You must die! I curse you..."

The great scholar sat down on the muddy land and yelled. At the beginning, he also carried a shelf and began to use dirty language. The more he scolded, the more obscene he became.

At the moment, Lian Pingchao is no longer the great scholar who is awe inspiring and bloody. He is just an old man who has lost his strength. He has nothing but rage.

After scolding for half an hour, even Pingchao got up and looked defeated. He guessed that Fang Yun not only deprived himself of his strength, but even took hanhubei. All his income from the ruins of Longcheng became Fang Yun's.

"Did he really become the Lord of blood? No, I firmly don't believe it!"

Lian Ping's tide was firm and began to rush to Qingyang City. As long as he returned to Qingyang City, even if he was not a bachelor, he had enough strength to avoid being so embarrassed as now.

Even Pingchao took seven or eight steps. His feet slipped and fell to the ground with a slap. His whole body was covered with mud and his right elbow was black.

"Bad luck!"

Even Pingchao took more than ten steps. This time, he tripped over an inexplicable tree root, fell forward, patted his body on the ground, made a crisp sound, and his whole face was covered with mud.

Even Pingchao struggled to stand up and cursed while dealing with the mud on his body.

He kept moving forward, but he always encountered bad luck. After walking for a quarter of an hour, he encountered more than ten similar bad luck.

The last time he got up, even Pingchao's heart was cold, because he realized that this was definitely not a coincidence, it was a force deliberately aimed at himself, or he was infected with a force related to disaster.

A word from a semi saint can be a blessing or a curse.

The first group of people who moved to the ancient land of blood mang had incurred the dissatisfaction of the semi saint. Even if the semi Saint did not curse in person, those people were very unlucky, did all kinds of things and often encountered all kinds of accidents.

Moreover, everyone died in an accident, and no one died well!

When that group of people died, their offspring never encountered so many accidents again.

Even Pingchao finally dared not scold again.

"Could it be that... He is the real master of blood?" even Pingchao had a stronger premonition in his heart.

Even Pingchao started walking at dawn in the morning and didn't arrive at Qingyang City until afternoon. He encountered countless misfortunes along the way. He was pooped on his head by birds, almost bitten by poisonous snakes, chased by wild dogs, his clothes were torn, his face was covered with dry mud, his clothes completely changed color, and he limped. Anyone who saw him would regard him as a beggar.

Even Pingchao was stunned when he walked outside Qingyang City.

Qingyang City belongs to Lianjia. A flag embroidered with the word "Lian" will be hung on the head of the city. If it is not hung, the general guarding the city will be held accountable. Now, Lianjia flag has disappeared.

This can only happen if the city changes ownership.

Even Pingchao felt heart wrenching pain, and the most worried thing finally happened.

Even Pingchao deliberately dressed himself up more sloppy. After confirming that everyone could not recognize him, he limped into the city and went to the city master's house.

Before arriving at the city master's residence, Lian Pingchao saw that the streets in front were closed by soldiers. Then prison cars passed by, and the wheels rolled on the stone floor.

Even Pingchao saw that his sons, daughters and grandchildren were in the prison car.

Behind everyone was a wooden arrow with a bright red word on it.

Cut!

Even Pingchao almost fainted, and everyone's comments came to his ears.

"It is said that the great scholar yunzhaochen personally arrested people and immediately personally supervised the execution. All his family members were killed and made a decision. The rest of his family were demoted to sinners. They can recover their identity after three generations."

"I heard from the soldier brother of the city Lord's residence that even Pingchao, who is old and immortal, offended the current Lord of blood awn! It's that huge figure. Respect him to change the four seasons and change the world. Even Pingchao dared to offend. It's really his own death!"

"I also heard that even Pingchao bullied the former Lord of blood Mans, robbed his gods and almost killed him. That is to say, you have a good temper. If you change my temper, you will raze the city master's house to the ground with a slap!"

"Good! The heaven has eyes! The Lord of blood awn really has real skills and our people in his heart! Even his family does all kinds of evil every day. People in Qingyang City dare to be angry but dare not say anything. Today, they are finally rewarded! The heaven has eyes and the Lord of blood awn has eyes!"

"Let's go and see the broken head and cheer together!"

"Even my family should die! I said that I would obey anyone who could take away even my family!"

At the beginning, Lian Pingchao was as worried as a knife and in a trance, but soon he was completely numb. Unexpectedly, he and Lian's family had such a reputation among the people. Those people wanted to peel their skin and cut their flesh, which was the biggest negation to scholars.

Even Pingchao numbly followed the flow of people to the execution ground.

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