Saint of the Confucian way

Fang Yun crossed the threshold of the main hall, stood on the steps and looked down at Gou Zhi in the center of the courtyard.

Gou Zhi stood in the middle of the cobblestone road and looked at Fang Yun indifferently.

People around them retreated one after another. Some timid servants even hid behind the round arches on both sides and peeped at them.

The cool autumn wind swept across the courtyard, and the golden chrysanthemums rustled with the wind.

Zhang Jing'an's lips closed tightly, the blood color on his face disappeared, and a pair of clear big eyes stared at Gou Zhi, but there was accumulated hatred between his eyebrows.

Zhang Jingan clenched his small fist and whispered, "if you can beat this little dog, I'll call you dad!"

"It seems that it's easy to be your father."

Fang Yun seemed to laugh at himself as Zhang Longxiang and went down the steps.

a step.

Fang Yun opened his eyes slowly. His eyes seemed to have included the whole world, as if he would destroy the world in the blink of an eye.

Gou Zhi looked at "Zhang Longxiang" and felt that there was a mountain rising in front of him. He looked down at the world and took charge of the sky. He was as humble as an ant.

Two steps.

Fang Yun's shoes fell on the second step, and the vitality of heaven and earth surged around him. The strong wind puffed the Hanlin robe, and his hair fluctuated in the wind.

Gou Zhi only feels that he has difficulty breathing. He vaguely feels that where Fang Yun is located is a completely independent world. He is the Lord of the world and the king's order. He dares not to obey.

Gou Zhi couldn't understand why he had this idea in his heart. He couldn't imagine why this Jinshi, who was similar to himself in those years, could show a more noble atmosphere than the king of Chu and a greater majesty than the great Confucianism.

The servants of Gou's family were also unbelievable. Looking at Fang Yun, Chai song and Xiang Lan were surprised. They knew that Zhang Longxiang was very brave and had the wind of a great general, but now the wind of a great general is not enough to describe Zhang Longxiang. He is like an emperor in the world!

In the third step, Fang Yun fell on the last step. His body tilted forward a little, and his hair was so short, but everyone felt that a big mountain was tilting and wanted to smash the whole Gou family into the abyss.

Gou Zhi moved and took the first half of his right foot.

In the eyes of those servants, this is a sign that Gou Zhi is ready to fight, indicating that Gou Zhi is not overwhelmed by Fang Yun's momentum and wants to confront Fang Yun.

However, the old Chai song and Xiang Lan two Hanlin secretly said something bad.

People's words and deeds are often affected by instinct and the real situation in their hearts.

Gou Zhi is not left-handed. If he wants to attack, his instinct should be to step out of his left leg, then take his left leg as the fulcrum and attack with his right leg. Although scholars don't need melee, this is the instinct of normal people and the instinct that human beings have before they get talent.

Take the right foot first and move the center of gravity forward. In this state, either attack with the left leg or retreat with the right foot!

"You..." Fang Yun looked at Gou Zhi and smiled indifferently, "it's too much!"

Fang Yun's left foot left the steps and fell to the ground, stirring up a perfect ring of dust.

At this moment, the world reflected in Fang Yun's eyes broke, and a supreme will would destroy the world!

Gou Zhi suddenly retreated and opened his mouth. A silver light erupted from his mouth. His lips were red and his teeth were white. The silver light was like the moon. It became the most beautiful and dangerous scenery in an instant.

Suddenly, everyone found that the silver light was getting weaker and weaker in the process of galloping.

Because the sun rises here, accompanied by the roar of the dragon!

The vast golden light flies out of Fang Yun's mouth, seizing the blooming of autumn chrysanthemums and masking the coolness of silver light, so that all things in the courtyard can look up.

Pa

The crowd only heard a broken sound, as if they saw the scene of the big sun coming and suppressing the bright moon. The bright moon broke into chaotic stars and silver points, but Fang Yun's bright real dragon ancient sword flew to gou Zhi's eyebrows unharmed.

A great force goes straight through Gou Zhi's literary palace.

Gou Zhi's eyes were dull, stood still, and his eyebrows were a little red.

Fang Yun took back the real dragon ancient sword, returned to the main hall, grabbed the Zhujiang army flag and Qishan army flag, and then pushed the Zhujiang army flag in front of Zhang Jing'an.

"What are you doing? Go home." Fang Yun said.

"Ah?" Zhang Jing'an looked at a loss and still couldn't understand what had happened.

There's only one move!

It's just a moment!

How can we tell the winner?

The other party is the head of xiaobajun in the state of Chu!

Fang Yun walked forward with the flag of Qishan army, while Zhang Jing'an followed vaguely with the flag of Zhujiang army.

Everyone in the Gou family trembled.

Chai song and Xiang Lan were stunned. They were as confused as Zhang Jing'an. Everything they learned and knew could not explain what was happening in front of them.

Even among the university scholars, there are few who can smash the words of the peak Hanlin with one sword!

Gou Han looked at his father and muttered to himself, "Dad, what's the matter with you? Continue to do it? It must have been fake just now. Your swords must still be there. Do it! Even without your swords, there are war poems and Wen Bao! Dad! Dad!"

Fang Yun strolled past Gou Zhi. The autumn wind blew, and their clothes and hair were light.

"Farewell," Fang Yun said.

"You..." Gou Zhi's face showed an incredible look. His eyes were confused and frightened. Suddenly his body leaned forward and fell heavily. A series of crisp cracking sounds burst from his eyebrows and spread for tens of miles.

The palace collapsed.

Blood gushed from Gou Zhi's mouth.

"Dad!" Gou Han shouted and rushed over.

Fang Yun went to the gate of the courtyard and suddenly turned back to chaisong.

Chai song only felt that he was stared at by natural enemies, as if a small animal was under the mouth of a tiger and instinctively spit out his lips and tongue to defend.

A golden light flashed and cut off his lips, tongue, sword, left arm and shoulder.

The real dragon ancient sword returned again, but chaisong screamed and fell to the ground. His right hand covered the wound on his shoulder, and his face showed pain.

Click

Chai song's eyebrows made a crisp sound. Xiang Lan on one side immediately judged that Chai song's talent and ancient sword had been cut off, and Fang Yun suppressed his mind. His courage had just cracked a gap.

Xiang Lan quickly took off his robe and wrapped Chai song's wound. However, he found that Chai song's wound seemed to be eroded by inexplicable power. It couldn't be blocked at all. Blood was splashing all the time.

As a last resort, Xiang Lan had to hold the official seal and seal Chai song's wound with the talent of the holy temple of the state of Chu.

Xiang Lan looked at the unconscious Chai song and sighed gently. His life was saved, but he was destined to be abandoned.

Xiang Lan slowly looked at the door. The towering figure had disappeared. Only a small figure carrying the flag of the Pearl River army soon disappeared in the field of vision.

"Zhang Jia... Is about to rise..." whispered to LAN.

Gou Han is still crying.

"Dad! Dad... Zhang Longxiang, I curse you for your terrible death! If you destroy my dad, my grandpa will surely take revenge on you! Zhang Longxiang, prepare the coffin! The day my grandpa returns, it will be your death! I will tear you to pieces and destroy your children and grandchildren!"

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