Saint of the Confucian way

On the eighth day of August, the fifth day of the agreement, the Xuanwu military camp was miserable, and everyone was covered with dark clouds.

Xuanwu army is one of the strong armies in the Qing Dynasty. If it is ranked, it can definitely be ranked in the top five. It is enough to say that it is in the hands of university scholars.

A few decades ago, this army made Jing Jun run away.

Hundreds of years ago, this army followed Qing Taizu to fight in the north and south, and made great achievements.

But now, the whole army should plead guilty, which will not only shame a Xuanwu army, but also become a stain on Qingguo.

"Lord Chai, is there any way we can avoid?" a general asked in a low voice.

Chai Zhi sighed and said, "since I have lost, I have nothing to say. I should admit my mistake, but I think all civil and military officials will not agree."

"How can he wait for me as long as we drag back to Qingguo? Lord Chai, what do you say?"

Chai Zhi hesitated and said, "it doesn't matter if there are small sections. You can't lose a big festival. How can you easily bow your head? I think you can deal with him for a few days. If I expect it well, Qing Jun will send someone to meet us. If a great Confucian comes, he doesn't dare to wait for us."

"Yes, Qing Jun will send someone to come."

"Unfortunately, this place is far from the nearest holy temple, otherwise a letter can be solved."

The other generals of Xuanwu army did not say a word. Some tacitly accepted this method, while others were helpless to accept it.

For the officers and men of Xuanwu army, safeguarding Qingguo is the highest goal, followed by others. As for what scenic country and what Xiangzhou, we can't consider it now.

At this time, the voice of Fang Yun's tongue blooming spring thunder came from afar.

"All the officers and men of Xuanwu army have won and lost. Who will climb Qingtian peak with me to enjoy the autumn scenery?"

There was silence in Xuanwu army.

Everyone in the camp rushed out and looked in the direction of Optimus peak.

On a white cloud, a man in a green shirt.

Under the blue sky, the man is as high as Qingtian peak.

"Worthy of being the saint of Fang Xusheng..." many soldiers gently praised him. They didn't expect Fang Yun to do so at the last minute.

"Sure enough, there is only the wrong name, not the wrong nickname. Crazy Jun Fang Yun, went crazy in the human race, went crazy in the dragon race, and began to go crazy in the demon race."

"Unexpectedly, he was so stupid that if he went to Qingtian peak, would the demon kings let him go?"

"What can the demon king kill him? Who can kill him?" CHAIZHI asked.

"What Lord Chai said is that the demon of Qingtian peak retreated when he saw Fang Xusheng, which means that the two peak demon kings of Qingtian peak don't want to fight Fang Yun, and even give up killing Fang Yun to ask for merit. Fang Xusheng is really extraordinary. He has unparalleled pride and looks like the overlord of Western Chu again."

"But what does he want?"

"Obviously, he didn't come to Mo demon mountain for us, otherwise he wouldn't kill the demon quite. It must be for the stability of the border of Xiangzhou."

"Others knock on the mountain and shake the tiger. Fang Xusheng is good. He even climbs the mountain and shake the tiger!"

"Unfortunately, he is neither Qingguo nor Qingren's son."

There was a sound of regret in Xuanwu army.

Fewer and fewer people speak ill of Fang Yun.

Suddenly, countless demons appeared on Optimus peak.

Dark tornadoes appeared out of thin air over Optimus peak, with surging winds and clouds and frightening momentum.

All the demons roared together.

There is no light in the world.

There was chaos in the Xuanwu army, and a large number of soldiers began to prepare for the war, but after a while, those people realized that the roar of ten thousand demons had nothing to do with the Xuanwu army, but was transported to Fang.

Even so, some Xuanwu soldiers trembled on their legs for fear that hundreds of millions of demons would rush down the mountain.

Then, everyone saw that Fang Yun unexpectedly launched a Wenbao fan, gently fanned, natural and unrestrained, smiled and opened his tongue with spring thunder: "it's a beautiful thing to hold the sky and welcome all demons."

There is a sincere admiration in the hearts of all Xuanwu soldiers. Even if this person once subdued Qingguo, even if this person recaptured Xiangzhou, even if this person made Qingjun a laughing stock, even if this person made countless Qingguo people sleep and eat hard, at the moment, everyone just regarded him as a hero of the human race.

Only those real heroes in history can walk among the demons, wave fans, talk and laugh, and greet hundreds of millions of roars.

"Heroes of the two countries, countless green mountains, all fall in front of this man." CHAIZHI muttered to himself.

On the Optimus peak, countless demons roared. Many demons were full of blood and could fight at any time. One side of the blood demon flag fluttered in the wind, and a faint blood mist began to surround the whole Optimus peak.

Mountains are like Jedi.

Fang Yun stood on the white cloud, holding a white feather fan, calmly flew to the highest point of Qingtian peak.

A few days ago, the demon king wolf anger once howled at the highest point of Optimus peak to frighten all demons.

Fang Yun was getting closer and closer to Qingtian peak, and the cry of those demons became louder and louder. However, none of the demons dared to fight.

Fang Yun's heroic demeanor has been firmly imprinted in the minds of those demon kings a few days ago. With only one sword, he can sweep all the mountains. If the demon tribes did not escape later, I'm afraid there are dead bodies all over the 800 miles around Qingtian peak, and the demon blood rushes to the sky.

Just when Fang Yun was a mile away from Qingtian peak, a Grumpy Bear demon king couldn't help it any more. He ran with his four palms in the air, surrounded by blood armor, and ran straight towards Fang Yun at a terrible speed.

Fang Yun just opened his mouth slightly. The real dragon ancient sword broke through the air like a golden light, with a huge roar, such as carrying a heaven and earth, such as a mountain and river in the town, and beheading the head of the bear demon king.

This sword was so fast that the bear demon king was killed before he launched the holy phase attack.

The huge body sprayed blood and rolled down in the air.

"Rude!" Fang Yun said calmly, just like scolding the sinner and moving on.

The death of the bear demon king inspired the ferocity of some demon kings, and the multi headed demon king rushed to Fang Yun.

However, Fang Yun continued to move forward with only a real dragon ancient sword and a demon king.

When the 17th demon king was killed, the other demon kings retreated.

There is no demon between Fang Yun and the top of the mountain.

The real dragon and the ancient sword flew back. In the morning light, the blades on both sides seemed to flash a light blood color.

After a few breaths, Fang Yun took a smooth step and fell on the top of Qingtian peak. He looked around with a smile, just like an ordinary tourist enjoying the beautiful scenery.

I saw the blue sky and white clouds, but I didn't see my green shirt stained with blood.

No one in the Xuanwu army in the distance said anything bad about Fang Yun. Everyone felt elated when watching Fang Yun beat thousands of demons with a sword.

Chai Zhi sighed helplessly and said secretly that this is the dragon among people.

Fang Yun looked around and said, "there are mountains and water, stones and trees here, but there is no poetry. It's too monotonous. Fang added a scene."

When Fang Yun finished, regardless of whether the demon man answered or not, he looked at a stone wall and opened his mouth slightly. The real dragon and ancient sword flew out. He saw the stone chips flying and a poem carved on the wall in the blink of an eye.