Saint of the Confucian way

Lei Tingyu's actions attracted everyone's attention, and Qi Qi looked at Fang Yun with Lei Tingyu's eyes.

Fang Yun glanced at everyone in front, all dressed in purple robes of great Confucianism. The worst was the new great Confucianism. The total number was more than 50, and there were 16 Wenzong alone. It can be seen that after the arrival of the era of emperors, the scholars in Haiya ancient land benefited greatly.

Fang Yun repeatedly glanced at the crowd and didn't see the Wenzong mi Yuanhuan who had met in the literary academy and wanted to come here. It seems that MI Yuanhuan came home first and took longer than himself. What's more, the speed of his own and Wuhou's car was much faster than that of ordinary scholars. He didn't encounter obstacles all the way, so he arrived here first.

"Fang... Fang Yun?" Lei Tingyu couldn't believe his eyes.

"Mr. Ting Yu, we meet again. But why are you so surprised that Mr. Kong he has entered here." Fang yunduan sat in Wuhou's car and went on.

When the others asked, Lei kongho raised his hand and stopped everyone's inquiry. His face returned to calm and said: "Before I closed the door, I said something about you. I also said that you gained great benefits in the holy valley of burial. You have long been promoted to a great scholar in the four realms. However, I didn't expect that you suddenly appeared here. Should that Wenxing longjue be you? There are few Titles of" Wen "among the Dragon families."

"That's right. After you entered the ancient land of Haiya, I won the title of Wenxing longjue through the blood world." Fang Yun answered truthfully like an old friend chatting.

"You can't come here for no reason. You should see the rescue blood fish of the mackerel family for the sake of the dragon family's secret library." Lei Tingyu asked.

"No, I'm mainly for the old pen," Fang Yun said.

"I remember, you did see a pen old man in the holy ruins. Well, after he solved the two kings of the Shui nationality, he closed the door and healed his wounds. He just told you some important deeds, such as becoming the Lord of the blood awn, the Lord of the Yangtze River, and entering the holy valley of burial. I was full of curiosity about you at that time. I couldn't imagine that you would grow to such a degree in just a few years. I We still have time now. You might as well talk about what has happened to the outside world in recent years. "Lei Tingyu looked kind and thought they were good friends.

"I've already said something in the literary academy of Haijiang City, and now let's talk about it briefly." Fang Yun only spent ten seconds to convey the message with divine thoughts, so that all the great scholars present could simply understand what happened in Shengyuan mainland these years.

Although these contents are very simple, there are obvious changes in the eyes of all great scholars looking at Fang Yun.

In particular, an old man with a thin body and a bark like face stared at Fang Yun closely.

What Fang Yun said was so shocking that they even suspected that it was made up by Fang Yun. However, a great Confucian in his early twenties stood in front of him and had to be believed.

In particular, the identity of the leader of politics and Taoism makes everyone show fear. Although they don't know what politics and Taoism is, even the smallest holy Tao, as long as it is formed, can last forever. At least it has the status of the famous Gongsun long.

"Why don't you mention the changes of our Lei family?" Lei Tingyu's face became cold.

"Lei Kong he should not forget to tell you the changes of Lei family in recent years, so I won't say more." Fang Yun said.

Lei Tingyu looked gloomy and said slowly, "what a good Fang Xusheng! He even made my Lei family leader change again and again, which led to the great Lei family disciples' bravery and even killed my Lei family pillars. What's your reason for this?"

The rest of Haiya ancient land knew that the hatred between Fang Yun and Lei family was so deep.

Many great Confucians had strange expressions on their faces, because Lei Tingyu occasionally mentioned Fang Yun before. Although he admitted that Fang Yun had talent, he was also extremely insulted and described Fang Yun as a despicable, shameless, sinister and vicious villain. However, no matter how you look at it now, this person is not like that kind of person. On the contrary, Lei Tingyu's various means in the ancient land of Haiya are very similar.

"What should I do? I can only say two words. I deserve it." Fang Yun smiled and looked indifferent.

A faint smile appeared on the faces of some Haiya scholars.

Although Lei Tingyu called the wind and rain in the ancient place of Haiya, he did not convince everyone. There have always been opponents in the ancient place of Haiya, but there was no face-to-face confrontation.

Lei Tingyu took a deep breath, resisted his anger and sneered, "you may be very talented or lucky, but you chose the wrong place at the wrong time and met the wrong enemy again. In the ancient land of Haiya, even if you are an empty saint, you should lower your head and show your humility!"

Fang Yun raised his head and looked down at the crowd. Lang said, "the well saint has never spoken to heaven. Who can make me lower my eyebrows!"

Except for a few people, the vast majority of Haiya scholars did not show obvious emotions. Since Fang Yun is a virtual saint, that's right. Except for Jing Sheng, no one in the ancient land of Haiya can make Fang Yun look down.

"It's ridiculous. The virtual saint is just a name. Don't you even respect your predecessors? Don't you pay attention to us Wenzong? Mr. Ting Yu has unparalleled talent and can't make you a little humble? The well family master is here, can't you respect?" one Wenzong shouted violently.

Fang Yun took a look at Wenzong. His hair was gray and his eyes were turbid. He stood behind Lei Tingyu, and then his face sank.

"No big or small! When you see the virtual saint and the leader of politics, you don't know how to respect him. Open your mouth and scold him. If you violate the rites in public, you should be 30. Go to the temple and get the punishment. If you keep pestering, don't blame the saint for starting the temple, lowering the Holy Punishment and killing your whole family!"

Fang Yun's voice has a faint holy power. His voice, like the sound of heaven falling, appears from all directions at the same time, such as the opening of all living beings, which echoes in the ears of Wenzong all the time.

The Wenzong's face was angry and was about to scold. He was pulled at the corner of his clothes. He suddenly realized that he narrowed his eyes and stared at Fang Yun. He didn't dare to speak again.

Fang Yun is a powerful means of other great Confucianism. Even if he is in a high position, ordinary young people dare not say such words, but Fang Yun not only dares to say, but also has no confidence to accuse him of disrespect for the elderly. After all, compared with disrespect for the elderly, it is a greater fault to insult the virtual saint.

Fang YunAng first said, "who is the owner of the well family? Dare you ask whether this ancient place of Haiya is the land of the human race? Here, do you talk about the rites and laws of the human race?"

At this time, the old man with a thin body and a withered bark stepped forward, smiled and bowed his hand to Fang, saying: "I'm not old enough to live in the well. I'm the master of the well family. I've seen Fang Xusheng. What you taught me is that we should also talk about the etiquette and law of the human race in the ancient land of Haiya or the land of the human race. Don't worry. If we stay here, I'll take him to the holy temple to receive punishment and never let him go unpunished."