Saint of the Confucian way

The injured people approached the village slowly.

The big rabbit ran to Li Fanming and shouted softly.

Li Fanming nodded and said nothing.

The rabbit looked carefully at Li Fanming's body. A large piece of meat was missing from his leg, which seemed to be torn away by sharp claws, while the clothes on his left arm disappeared. In the middle of his left forearm, there was a clear wound surrounded by some white velvet silk threads on the surface of the wound, emitting the fragrance of Dipsacus.

The demons in the village showed their heads one after another. Many demons showed sympathy, but no one came forward to help. The other demons didn't care and continued to do their own things.

They slowly returned to the village. No one spoke and endured the pain to rest one after another.

Li Fanming changed his clothes, covered his wounds and came to Fang Yun's tent.

Li Fanming saw Fang Yun's skin, dark eyes, dry lips, weak breathing than in the morning, and even a trace of black line in his eyes.

"How are you...?" Li Fanming asked softly.

Fang Yun blinked. Li Fanming didn't understand what he was talking about.

"Alas... It's not going well today. I've used all my broken fruit in a row. But..." Li Fanming suddenly squeezed out a smile. "It's good to be back."

Fang Yun had a lot to say, but in the end he just blinked, his eyes tingling.

Li Fanming said a few words and left Fang Yun's tent to have a rest.

At night, Fang Yun heard that Hua Yuqing woke up. He recovered and began to use medical books to heal everyone. As long as it was not a broken limb, everyone's injury could be cured. Even a large piece of meat could heal the wound and give birth to skin in a short time, but it would take a long time to completely heal.

Later, Fang Yun heard those people gather outside to chat.

"Things are so strange today. How could the fierce crab sneak on us? It can't do such a thing."

"When you think about the wound of the fierce crab, I always think it was left by gunfire. I once worked in the Ministry of punishment and have enough experience in identifying the injury." Han ShouLv said.

"But the wound is new. All the people who come here this time are scholars and scholars. How can there be Jinshi?"

"Nothing else. The fierce crab seems to have eaten holy blood or jade, and its strength is still higher than that of ordinary demon handsome. Even if a Jinshi can hurt him, it can only be the top Jinshi. In particular, the shell can be broken unless someone can improve the power of arrow in stone to form a poetic soul, but it is too difficult to kill. Unfortunately, we can't even break it."

"The fierce crab is more terrible than the ordinary Saint demon. My mechanism tiger was easily crushed by it. I have no mechanism beast to use in the saint ruins."

"You're all right. One of my hands is gone. Nothing can make me recover except 'living fruit'. However, the other hand can continue to write war poems, which will not affect my future. When I become a Hanlin or a bachelor, I may have a chance to get a living fruit to grow my hand."

"Brother Yuqing's medical book is here. We can fight again tomorrow. However, there seems to be no chance of winning against the fierce crab."

"Alas, we have to wait no longer. If five or six more people come, we may be able to find a way. Ten of us alone can't beat the fierce crab. Go somewhere else tomorrow. It's safer at the bottom of the dead lake. We can go again."

"Yes, that fierce crab is too powerful."

Xun Ye suddenly said, "you forget, since the fierce king robbed Fang Yun's blood drop animal skin at all costs, there must be a big secret in the blood drop animal skin. Since Fang Yun has become disabled, it's better to let him contribute the blood drop animal skin and maybe have a chance to save him."

"Despicable!" Li Fanming scolded angrily.

Han ShouLv couldn't help but said, "Xun ye, don't go too far! Not to mention that it's Fang Yun's thing. Brother Fanming has said that only the fierce king knows how to use it. We can't even deal with the fierce crab. How can we have the strength to find the secret of the holy ruins? You'll be so unwise? Put away your despicable mind. You just want to be angry with Fang Yun!"

The others thought Xun Ye was reasonable, but after listening to Han ShouLv's words, they suddenly realized that the secret of these people looking for the holy ruins was the same as dying.

Xun Ye retorted, "I just let him make the best use of everything. If you don't agree, forget it. Why slander me? This is the holy ruins. Even if I kill him and leave the holy ruins, no one can punish me. What's wrong with sharing what he doesn't use? Alas, it's kind as a donkey's liver and lung! Forget it. Go tomorrow and I'll heal here."

Li Fanming suddenly shouted at Niushan with demon language: "find more people tomorrow. Be careful that someone will harm your moon emperor." then he pointed to Xun Ye.

Niushan immediately raised his axe and said, "shall I kill him first?"

Xun Ye subconsciously stares at Niushan, snorts coldly, and turns back to rest.

The next morning, Li Fanming and others left the village and went to the bottom of the more secure dead lake. Xun Ye stays in the village to rest. Niushan finds two cattle barbarians to guard Fang Yun's tent. It squats at the door of Xun Ye's tent and stares at Xun Ye.

Xun ye can only pretend not to see.

Fang Yun lay stiff in the hospital bed, threw away all his selfish thoughts and recited all the medical books silently, because those medical books have great power. As long as he can understand them, it may be good for his condition.

At first, Fang Yun only wanted to cure the disease, but gradually, Fang Yun was completely attracted by the broad and profound medical doctrine, reciting the medical books and thinking about the truth.

The four diagnostic methods of looking, smelling, asking and cutting, the eight principles of yin and Yang, exterior and interior, deficiency and excess, cold and heat, the eight internal methods of sweating, vomiting, descending, harmony, warming, clearing, tonifying and eliminating, the treatment methods of traditional Chinese medicine, acupuncture, massage and cupping, the theories of etiology, meridians, Qi and blood, vitality and five elements, the school of medical classics, the school of classical prescriptions, the school of typhoid fever and the school of febrile diseases

Countless theories with or without Shengyuan continent were constantly churning in his mind. Those previously memorized or speed read things were all transformed into his own knowledge at this moment, allowing him to gradually deepen his understanding of medical ethics.

In the afternoon, Fang Yun felt a little tired.

"Confucius said: forget food in anger and worry in joy. I don't know that old age is coming. Now I don't know that death is coming..."

Fang Yun laughed at himself, but was stunned to find that although he could not control the Wen palace, he felt that the Wen palace was full of water.

"This... I felt the same way when I became a saint scholar that day! Did I study medicine and learn by analogy so that I could break through my talent?"

Fang Yun was thinking and saw that his Wen palace was in a dark void, and the surface of the Wen palace was pockmarked, with countless colorful venoms attached to it, eroding the walls of the Wen palace and emitting a faint smoke.

Suddenly, the talent of Wen palace erupted, the walls of Wen palace cracked everywhere, and orange lights lit up the void through the cracks.

Those colorful venoms, like insects roasted by fire, made strange sounds, which Fang Yun's ears couldn't hear, but it shook his literary palace shaky.

"What's going on? Last time before I became a saint, the scholar was almost shocked to death by Wenqu star. This time... How to go further? My Wengong has a tendency to explode!"

Fang Yun was thinking and heard a loud bang.

"It's over, Wengong really blew up..." Fang Yun fainted with his last thought.

Just as Fang Yunwen palace exploded, the sun over the holy ruins suddenly shook slightly. Then all the creatures in the holy ruins subconsciously looked at the sky and found nothing, so they continued to do their own things.

Only a few strange creatures saw a star by the bright sun.

Wenqu star comes out, and the daytime star appears!

Wenqu star sent out a faint starlight from the sky and landed in the tent.

The star light was far less bright than the sun, and no one found it in the holy ruins.

Wenqu starlight falls into Fang Yun's Wen palace.

Those venoms were still competing against talent, but they dissipated in an instant under the starlight of this Wenqu.

Wenqu starlight contains great power. First, it detonates Fang Yun's Wenqu palace. Now, based on the original palace, it is mixed with pure Wenqu starlight to reshape the Wenqu palace.

Wenqu stars shine, and Wengong degenerates.

Fang Yun was still in a coma. Wenqu Xingguang slowly reshaped everything in the Wen palace. It was quiet, as if nothing had happened. Even the Niu barbarians outside the tent were unaware of it.

Everything in Wengong becomes a virtual translucent body, which is slowly solidified under the power of Wenqu starlight.

Only the world of that wonderful book is not affected by the starlight of Wenqu. The Wengong doesn't break it. The Wengong reshapes it. It doesn't move. It floats silently in the Wengong and quietly watches the upheaval of the Wengong.

Shengyuan continent, three barbarians and four seas, and five mountains in the demon world, look at the sky one by one.

With a slight shock, the holy courtyard soared into the sky, and the orange talent reached millions of miles, as if to be connected with Wenqu star.

The East Saint King startled the dragon and looked up at the sky slightly. There was a roof above his head, but in his eyes, day and night alternate and the stars and moon circulate. Finally, he fixed his frame on the Wenqu star, the first star in the night sky.

The star light of Wenqu rose sharply and condensed into a force to shoot into the void and fall in a place that Dongsheng can't see.

"First, the inexplicable five movements, and then the day star. The beneficiaries are no human race. Will the curse of the demon race really come true?"

Wu Guo.

Yi Zhishi is sitting in the martial arts school palace, sitting in a literary hall, looking at the door, with no sadness or joy on his face. He keeps teaching the spring and autumn, and his voice forms a strange echo and constantly echoes in the literary hall.

Hundreds of students opposite him listened with a pious look. The echoing voice not only did not interfere with their lectures, but deepened their memory and made them understand the spring and autumn more thoroughly.

When it comes to the wonderful place, the flowers fall like rain over the Wen hall, fragrant and disappear from the ground.

The great Confucian taught with a lingering sound.

"Qi Shi, Song Shi and Cao Bo are second to Nie Bei..." Yi Zhishi's voice suddenly stopped and got up. In the frightened eyes of many students, he rushed out of the Wen hall barefoot and looked up at the sky.

Yi Zhishi looked at the sky for a long time and sighed.

"Why don't the stars shine on me!" then Yi Zhishi saw clouds under his feet and flew out of the school palace.

Many students looked at each other and didn't know what to say.

Qingguo.

"Are there strangers outside the holy land?"

The seas churned, and the 19 coastal states were shrouded in dark clouds. Endless waves surged, but they dissipated in a moment.

Donghai dragon palace.

"Wenqu star, an asshole, interrupts benlong's dream, moves and flashes. You'll look good sooner or later! Little turtle, put away the dragon's gate, rise to the east sea dragon column, and the town is everywhere! Go and buy the best poetry in the world, and grab it if you can't buy it!"

"Ah? Yes! Your Majesty the Dragon saint!" the three thousand year old turtle hurried away.

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