Saint of the Confucian way

Fang Yun glanced at the direction of Shengyuan mainland and said, "excuse me, Mr. Chong, I'm going to visit Mr. Jinglong and Mr. Qingzhi."

Zu Chongzhi's eyes brightened and said, "have you got the divine medicine?"

Fang Yun nodded and said, "although the fragments of dusk virtual sun are strong, they can only be used for cultivation and can't be used to treat injuries. I got some divine medicine this time and am going to give them both. At that time, I may need the help of Baicao stove and Yunsheng."

"Their injuries are very important. I'll borrow the herb stove and invite the cloud Saint myself." Zu Chongzhi said.

"Mr. Lao Chong."

When Zu Chongzhi's separation disappears, Fang yunwang takes a step towards the Wang family, and his body melts into the void and disappears.

After a flash, the Wang garden.

Wang's back house is covered with green bamboos and gurgling water. The emerald parrot at the door combed its feathers with its dark beak like a hook, the rows of birds in the bamboo cage gave out a feeble neighing, and the koi in the pond swam slowly and gracefully.

When the parrot saw Fang Yun, its head shook and its beak accidentally pecked off a handful of feathers. It screamed, "your guest is at the door! I'm scared to death! I'm scared to death!" then it flapped its wings and flew into the house.

Fang Yun smiled. The parrot was a spirit. No wonder it was not tied.

"Fang Xiaoyou, please come in. I'm sorry I can't go out to meet you." Wang Jinglong's old voice came.

Fang Yun said as he entered the door, "you old bone, you'd better lie down. What's the taste of being unable to move?"

"Hum!" Wang Jinglong said, "thank you for the fragments of the dusk virtual sun. I also had an unknown dream."

"Can Mr. Jinglong still dream?" Fang Yun stepped into Wang Jinglong's bedroom with a pungent smell of medicine.

On the bed lay a skinny old man with deep sunken eyes, just like two black porcelain bowls, which was quite shocking.

Wang Jinglong is blind.

Fang Yun is still smiling.

There was a faint light in Wang Jinglong's eyes. He didn't open his mouth. He thought and said: "I dreamed yesterday that I had worked hard for hundreds of years and finally got the holy thing I had been dreaming of, a moon lotus. But I saw a young man with a vague face come up to me, put down his basket, and then asked himself: which Moon lotus to eat today? I'd better eat the largest one. After that, the young man chewed the moon lotus like a sweet potato. There were endless flowers in the basket Moon Lotus! "

"Why do I think you are more miserable in your dream than now?" Fang Yun sat at the head of the bed with a smile and put his hand on Wang Jinglong's wrist.

Fang Yun, a minor physician for many years, shook his head and smacked his tongue as soon as he touched it.

"I take back what I said just now. You are really miserable now. According to the words in the legendary novel, you are really broken and possessed. You won't live long." Fang Yun said.

Wang Jinglong said angrily, "don't talk nonsense and take out the magic medicine quickly! I know your boy has good things! I almost cried when I received the fragments of dusk virtual sun that day, which made me ten years earlier... No, even five years, I wouldn't be so miserable now! With the fragments of dusk virtual sun, do you believe I can beat Ao Yu?"

Fang Yun looked at Wang Jinglong whose face looked like drained blood and said, "in fact, Xihai dragon saint has been promoted to great saint not long ago. You call his name, he must have heard it."

"Is that old thing hiding so deep? It's okay. Anyway, I won't live long. I'm not afraid of him!" Wang Jinglong closed his eyes and looked as if he was not afraid of heaven and earth.

Fang Yun smiled and his right hand was still holding Wang Jinglong's pulse.

In fact, it's useless to feel the pulse now.

Wang Jinglong's body is like sticking the crushed porcelain again. No matter how exquisite, it is also crushed porcelain.

The power of zubao is so terrible.

Fang Yun said reluctantly, "the magic medicine I have in hand should only restore you to 70% of your strength, and the disaster will advance inch by inch in the future..."

"Can you really recover 70% or 80%?" Wang Jinglong suddenly stared at his big eyes, and a big white eye suddenly appeared in his empty eyes, which was very frightening.

Fang Yun said with a smile, "of course."

"I'm not only physically injured, but also the holy way and holy reading. Fortunately, the literary world is not broken, otherwise..." Wang Jinglong didn't finish his words, and his mood became low again.

"I know. As soon as I saw you, I knew that your holy way was promoted by zuwei. This kind of thing is too simple. As long as there is a little original holy power and more than a dozen holy reading fruits, it will recover in a few days." Fang Yun said.

Wang Jinglong said with a wry smile, "you said you have holy thoughts. I believe more than a dozen. As for the original holy power, it is even more impossible. It happened in the era of the Dragon Emperor. It never appeared after the era of the Dragon Emperor."

Fang Yun didn't answer either. He raised his right hand and patted it on Wang Jinglong's forehead.

It's like a teacher punishing students who don't listen well.

At the moment of touching Wang Jinglong's forehead, a ray of yellow light appeared in Fang Yun's right palm, mixed with Fang Yun's unique Wenqu Shengdao Weili, pouring into Wang Jinglong's body like the Yangtze River.

Fang Yun's left hand, like throwing stones into the pond, threw the holy reading fruit into the Wangjing dragon literary world.

Wang Jinglong stared with wide eyes. His brain was blank and people were ignorant.

He knows that Fang Yun must have divine medicine to help him, but he can recover up to two or three percent. But what does it mean to eat the holy fruit that can only be enjoyed by the holy ancestor as peanuts?

As for the original holy power, which is also a divine object used by the saints to heal wounds, how can Fang Yun have it?

After a few interest rates, Wang Jinglong was surrounded by the holy power. The old house of the Wang family could not fully absorb the power, and the holy power leaked out.

At this moment, all the people in Shengyuan mainland saw that a golden holy light jumped out from the sky of the Wang family's old house and went up to the sky for thousands of miles for a long time.

The scholars of Wang Sheng family saw this scene and burst into tears.

"Lao Zu is well!"

In the Daofeng mountain, Zu Chongzhi was holding a straw stove and was preparing to invite Yunsheng. Now he turned his head and looked at the Wang family. He looked confused. Do you need to invite Yunsheng?

Wang's old house, Wang Jinglong's bedroom.

Wang Jinglong's body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, his shriveled muscles slowly bulged, his tight skin slowly expanded, and the dried blood in his blood vessels flowed again.

After only ten odd breaths, Wang Jinglong's body recovered basically, but he was a little pale.

Wang Jinglong opened his eyes, put his hands on the bed, sat up slowly and looked at his body in disbelief.

"You are always naked." Fang Yun said helplessly.

"Are you blind?"

"How do you swear?" Fang Yun said.

Wang Jinglong was silent for a long time and said, "I asked, why are you blind?"

"I'm not blind! I'm just looking for the true meaning of the world with my eyes closed!" Fang Yun said.

Wang Jinglong threw his mouth, slowly put on his clothes and said, "I pretended to believe it."

"You'd better lie down a little longer," Fang Yun said.

Wang Jinglong patted his black robe. Two old legs thinner than sheep legs drooped at the edge of the bed. Then he landed carefully and walked slowly forward with his shoes.

"Big dream I, heaven and earth by me!" Wang Jinglong said to himself proudly.

Fang Yun looked at Wang Jinglong walking forward with a hunched back and trembling. Wang Jinglong was really resilient. It seemed that he had made a breakthrough after the war.

Then, Wang Jinglong's voice spread all over the king's house.

"Bring me the best wine!"

Fang Yun continued to close his eyes and looked up at the sky.

"Overestimate this old man..."