Saint of the Confucian way

On the crowded street, there was a moment of silence.

Who dares to call himself "Ben Sheng"?

Apart from more than ten semi saints, no one in the Shengyuan mainland dares to claim so, otherwise the holy temple will kill them at the first time.

Everyone followed the prestige and wanted to know which half Saint came.

All the people saw was a strange face, and they were only wearing white and black plum clothes.

Which half Saint disguised as Hanlin?

However, the next moment, there are countless scholars with wide eyes. As a scholar, he can still call himself "Ben Sheng". There was a man who used to be a virtual saint.

But isn't Fang Yun dead?

Everyone looked at the strange Hanlin with expectation, and some even inhaled sharply to restrain their emotions.

Then the light dissipated on the strange man's face and finally showed his true face.

"Fang Xusheng!"

The whole audience was surprised!

"Fang Xusheng is alive!"

"Fang Xusheng is alive!"

"Xiaofang county magistrate is not dead!"

"Yes! It's Fang Xusheng's voice. It's familiar!"

"It can't be fake!"

People are not so convinced as to hope that all this is true.

The voices of the people spread in all directions like waves. Many people looked at Fang Yun and red their eyes.

At the gate of the county yamen, Ji Zhibai, Fei Chang and other officials looked at Fang Yun and were stunned. Countless thoughts flashed in their minds, thinking about countless possibilities, but they were more and more confused in the end.

"You... Aren't you dead?" Ji Zhibai stammered, his eyes dull, as if he hadn't accepted the facts in front of him.

"I never died," Fang Yun said and walked forward. The people in front immediately retreated to both sides to make way for Fang Yun to the main gate of the county government.

Fang Yun stepped forward. Every step seemed to have the power of a mountain, stepping on the hearts of Ji Zhibai and others.

Other scholars looked at Fang Yun in disbelief. After all, the holy courtyard had officially announced Fang Yun's death, and Fang Yun suddenly appeared again, which made people have to doubt.

"You... Do you know that pretending to be a virtual saint is a great crime to kill the nine families!" Ji Zhi said fiercely in both voice and color.

"Do you know that burning books and pitching Confucianism is a great crime of copying and beheading all over the door?" Fang Yun asked.

Jizhi Bai like winked at Fei Chang.

Fei Chang looked blankly. After a breath, he returned to his mind. After blinking, he understood Ji Zhibai's intention and hurriedly stretched out his hand to grasp the official seal.

Fei Chang's hand was shaking. He didn't even dare to face Fang Yun. He had to look at it secretly, and great fear grew in his heart.

Even the head of the semi holy family died because of Fang Yun. What is a small magistrate? The consequences of offending Fang Yun are too serious. There will be problems not only in his official position, but also in his literary position. Ji Zhibai is the best example.

Fei Chang held the official seal, still shaking his hand, then lowered his head, looked at the neckline of Fang Yun's neck and said, "please... Excuse me for offending me. I can't decide this matter, but it can only be decided by the holy temple."

Some people looked at Fei Chang with contempt.

He saw Fei Chang holding his official seal and silently talking about something. Then he saw a white light flying from the direction of the holy temple and falling on Fang Yun.

Everyone stared and held their breath.

The most prosperous street in Ning'an city is so quiet that you can hear the sound of a needle falling on the ground.

The light fell on Fang Yun and suddenly disappeared.

Some people showed disappointment, and Ji Zhibai and others showed joy on their faces.

Suddenly, Fang Yun burst out a dazzling white light.

Everyone instinctively squints or closes their eyes and makes all kinds of exclamations at the same time.

The dazzling white light soon faded. Everyone saw that Fang Yun exuded a faint white light, soft and warm.

Fang Yun is still walking forward, but now he walks in the world like a sage with glory. His hands and feet exude a noble but modest temperament, which makes people instinctively admire him.

"Yes, semi saints also have the glory of saints, but it is brighter than this glory!"

"It's really Fang Xusheng!"

"Fang Xusheng is really not dead!"

Many scholars began to cheer, and some even wept with joy, especially the local scholars in Ning'an City, who wept while wiping and weeping. Their tearful faces were more happy than the top students in high school.

"Fang Xusheng is not dead!" Yang Xuantong shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Fang Xusheng is not dead!" the Yamen at the door shouted.

"Xiaofang county magistrate is back!" shouted the hunter carrying a bow and arrow.

No one cracked the spring thunder with his tongue, but the speakers shouted with all their strength, as if to vent all their suffocation these days.

The news of Fang Yun's return spread in all directions like turbulent ripples.

Ji Zhibai was cold and looked at Fang Yun foolishly. His pale face was gradually gray, and the despair in his eyes almost jumped out of his eyes.

Compared with Fang Yunbi opposite, Ji Zhibai at the moment is like a dead body just coming out of the coffin. It is not the Yintang blackened, but all over the body blackened.

Ji Zhibai's body is shaking.

He thought that once Fang Yun died, his opportunity would come. He could call the wind and rain as before. Finally, he could come out of Fang Yun's shadow, take revenge and vent on Fang Yun's subordinates, relatives and friends. But unexpectedly, Fang Yun didn't die and Fang Yun came back!

People can change their looks, great Confucianism can cheat, semi saints can hide from the world, but the holy temple will never!

"You..." Ji Zhibai felt that his throat was blocked by invisible power and couldn't say a complete word.

Fang Yun stops in front of the Yamen and looks up at Ji Zhibai and others standing on the steps. However, Ji Zhibai feels that Fang Yun is looking down on himself, looking down on himself in the clouds.

"If you want to say anything, just say it quickly, explain it or vent it. I also want to know what you have done these days." Fang Yun seems to be affectionate and ruthless like the emperor trying sinners.

Ji knew that Bai had a bad feeling in his heart, but Fei Chang's voice suddenly came to his ear: "Whether he's dead or not, it's less than three months since he entered the bloody ancient land! Now that he's out, it means failure. The four seas dragon saint will recover the power of his Wenxing Dragon Lord. You'll contact Xiang Ye immediately and find the dragon in the Xihai dragon palace. Didn't you say that Ao Cang, the Zhenhai Dragon King of the Xihai Dragon Palace, went to the capital and met with Xiang Ye secretly. Let him come to question Fang Yun, and then we'll talk to him again Let him take you away, I don't believe Fang Yun dares to offend the Sea Dragon King of Tangtang town! "

Bai YILENG's eyes are gradually clear, and the secret road is indeed a fan of the situation. Onlookers are clear. Ao Cang, the king of Zhenhai dragon, is the Dragon King. Although he was defeated by Gu Xu, the demon emperor many years ago, it is because the two sides only compete, not desperately. Moreover, Ao Cang is far younger than Gu Xu, the demon emperor, and his potential in the future is immeasurable. If you invite Zhenhai Dragon King, all problems will be solved, and you will be lucky to give him this face You have to give, you have to give if you don't!

"What's more..."

Ji Zhibai had an idea in his heart. He suddenly laughed and bowed his hand to Fang Yun and said, "congratulations on brother Fang's triumph. It seems that the news of your death is a rumor. I'll go to the capital and explain it to my mentor in person. It's great that you didn't die. It's really great."

Ji knew that Bai had secretly sent a letter to Liushan while talking, asking zhenhailong Wang aocang to fly to Ning'an city as fast as possible.

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