Saint of the Confucian way

"How can such an incompetent, immoral, shameless and unwise monarch stand in the world? How can he sit on the Dragon chair!"

"Why did Qingjing go to the city? Why was Qingguo banned from the sea for many years? Why did Xiangzhou return to Jingguo? Why was the number of scholars in Qingguo surpassed by Jingguo with few local people in the past two years? As the king of a country, you don't know how to work hard. You're trying to shirk your responsibility and say what you have to do! Why don't you say you have to do it when you spend too much time? What do you do when you sing every night Don't you say you have to? Why don't you say you have to when you play politics and appoint people by cronyism! "

"When you sit on the Dragon chair and say what you have to do, you are destined to only deliver it to the execution ground and let huanshou Dao drink the blood of sin!"

Fang Yun said, glancing at the miscellaneous people below.

"If someone says that Fang Yun was killed in Jingjing on the first day of the lunar new year, after a few days, the people of Jingguo will stand on every foot of the city wall, every street and every roof of Jingjing! They may not know how to save me, but they are willing to die with our Yun! Because our blood flows from Ji county to Yuhai City, from the capital city to Ning'an City, from the holy ruins to Liangjie mountain, and from the ancient land of Haiya To Longcheng, from Kunlun mountain to the West Sea! "

"There are still a few people left in such a big Qingjing! What has he done to celebrate the country and the people! The cries of the people, the roars of the living people and the hoarse admonitions of scholars can't move your heart of stone. Why do you cry when I step on a Qingjun? Tell me! Why do you cry!"

In the image of the empty building beads on the list, Fang Yun converged all his forces and shouted out the final question as an ordinary person.

Fang Yun's voice, through the light curtain of local holy temples, spread throughout the whole Shengyuan continent, all ancient places with holy temples, and every city in Qingguo.

The cries all over Qingguo suddenly stopped.

Everyone saw Qing Jun wailing.

"I'm wrong! I'm wrong! I'm sorry for my ancestors and ancestors, I'm sorry for the people! Kill me, kill me! Fang Sheng, please kill me! I'm wrong, I'm dizzy, I buried the Qing Kingdom..."

Qingjun cried loudly.

Fang Yun's feet moved away from Qingjun's head and said in a very peaceful way: "he should cry."

Qingjun continued to cry.

Around Qingguo, many people red eyes, but no longer shed tears for Qingjun.

Fang Yun looked down at the miscellaneous people and said, "in the name of the human race, I judge Qing Jun to behead and be publicly displayed!"

Everyone below was sad and angry, but no one cried anymore.

Fang Yun looked at the spring rain outside the window and AO Zhou, who was slightly smaller in the rain, and said, "Qing Jun, do you remember that I wanted to write a poem for you? Over the years, that poem has been repeated in my heart, and today I will officially send it to you and make a strong trip for you."

When Fang Yun finished, he took Qingjun's back neck and walked outside the hall. As he walked, he recited the order of wave washing sand

"The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, the spring is waning, and the Luo quilt can't bear the cold of five nights. In the dream, I don't know that I am a guest, and I have a good time."

"Don't lean on the fence alone. There are infinite rivers and mountains. It's easy to see when you don't go. It's also heaven and earth when the water falls and the flowers go away in spring."

Fang Yun's voice echoed everywhere.

The rain outside the door is murmuring, and the new spring seems to decay due to the rain. The cold at five o'clock, the silk quilt can resist the cold weather, but can't resist the cold in the heart.

Qingjun seems to be awakened by the cold outside. He doesn't know that the past prosperity is like a dream, just a short pleasure, and he is just a passer-by in the dream.

Qingjun, don't look far from the fence and look at the great rivers and mountains of Qingguo, because they are not your rivers and mountains. It's easy to leave them and it's impossible to get them again.

Everything in the past, like spring water and red flowers, will eventually pass.

The imperial life in the past dream was like in the sky. Today's cold spring morning is the real world.

Qingjun no longer cried, but was confused. There were all kinds of things in the past in front of him. The prince who had vowed to make Qingguo rich and the people safe, the king who had prepared to work hard for the country, the Mingjun who had served his desk day and night, and the moment when he finally found that all his efforts had been wiped out by his family.

At that time, Qingjun finally knew that the monarch was not the Lord of Qingguo, but Zong Shengcai.

Since then, Qing Jun has indulged in drinking and singing every night.

"I don't know who I am in my dream..."

Qingjun's nose is sour and tears stay again.

In the eyes of others, I am the king, but in the eyes of Zongsheng, I am just a puppet and a tool for Zongsheng to realize the holy way.

The king of Qingguo is just a passer-by of Qingguo. He has nothing except short-term happiness.

"Heaven and earth..."

Qingjun suddenly remembered that many years ago, his mentor stood in front of him and looked at the bright moon in the sky.

"Are you willing to give up everything for the throne of Qingjun?"

"Students are willing!"

"Including yourself."

"Including myself!"

Qingjun suddenly looked at the sky outside the door and shouted, "I don't want to!"

The spring rain stopped suddenly and the sky cleared up.

Ao Zhou looked at the sky suspiciously.

"You didn't do it," Fang Yun said as he stepped across the threshold.

Qingjun was stunned, and the light of survival in his eyes suddenly dimmed.

"Yes, I didn't do it. I failed to live up to my mentor, to my ancestors and ancestors, and to me."

In the image of the empty building beads on the list, the moment Fang Yun stepped out of the threshold of the dry green hall, a space crack appeared. Fang Yun walked in with Qingjun's neck and appeared in the execution ground of Qingjing.

The white light of dawn fell on the execution ground.

The rain on the ground is freezing.

When the crowd saw Fang Yun's left hand grasping in the void, a swordsman and axe hand of Jingguo appeared out of thin air, and a beheading ring head knife fell to the ground.

Fang Yun just glanced at the knife and axe hand. The man immediately knelt on the ground and said, "small, obey!"

Fang Yun threw it away, and Qing Jun knelt on the ground.

Qingjun's eyes widened and his face showed a startled color. He seemed to be struggling and trembling all over. However, he always kept his kneeling position and couldn't stand up or fall to the ground.

"Cut and make a decision."

When Fang Yun finished, the knife and axe showed a fierce color and fierce hair. He suddenly tore open his clothes and exposed his strong upper body. He picked up the ring head knife, rushed over, took a deep breath, shouted angrily, and the white fog in his mouth was thin.

The ring head knife is from top to bottom, like drawing a new moon in the sky.

The head fell to the ground and blood rushed to the sky.

Fang Yun waved his hand, the knife and axe disappeared, and the ring head knife was still in place.

The blood on the blade has solidified, reflecting Qingjun's dim eyes.

Fang Yun turned and faced Qingjing. Ao Zhou hurried over and respectfully padded Fang Yun's sole with his head.

Qingjing holy temple rises from the ground, turns into a white light and throws it into the holy courtyard far away.

Fang Yun slowly stretched out his right hand as he rose.

The other four fingers curled up and stretched out their index fingers.

Gently press the index finger as if it were a fingerprint.

The whole Qingjing was hit by a heavy earthquake, the surrounding earth cracked, and finally formed a ring crack.

Boom

Qingjing suddenly sank and the surrounding Jiuhe River poured back.

However, more than a decade later, Qingjing disappeared and replaced by a huge lake.