Saint of the Confucian way

The eyes of Kong Weishan and all the scholars behind him glittered with hostility.

They are like angry wolves, fearless.

Yan Yukong smiled, just as he met a friend he hadn't seen for many years at the cultural conference. Maybe his smile was not so enthusiastic, not so familiar, or even a little strange.

But this smile will always be given to friends.

"Among you, there are my good friends." Yan Yukong said gently, smiled gently and looked at him gently.

The team of hundreds of thousands of people stopped for a moment, and then continued to move forward, only a little slower.

I can't see it. Only the heart can feel it.

Hundreds of thousands of hostility melted in an instant.

"Behind me, there are also my friends."

The huge square, where hundreds of thousands of people were walking, was suddenly quiet.

Yan Yukong continued with a gentle smile: "Among you, there are friends who read with me in the hot summer, friends who participated in the cultural conference in the full lights, friends who never talked but continued to fight with a smile, and even friends who never met but jumped a little faster than usual when they saw each other's name. You may eat pasta, but I like rice, you may like to say I'm not very good at rolling up my tongue. You like silk, but I only like wearing cotton clothes. You may be a strategist, and I'm mainly engaged in Confucianism. One day, you may even want me to die, but I believe my good friend won't stab your sword into my heart. "

Then Yan Yu empty pointed to his heart.

"Even if you really poke it in, I will still say that you are still my good friend before you poke it in."

Yan Yu turned around and looked at the top of Daofeng mountain, then turned back to the first way: "There is also a good friend of mine above. He let me lose the dragon boat culture meeting, but in the holy ruins, we handed over our backs to each other. He was alone in ten countries and ten towns, which made all of us out of breath, but in the Jinshi hunting ground, we still killed the plague Lord shoulder to shoulder. You may say that Yan Yukong is standing here because he is semi holy , we are here for profit, for fame, for the semi holy light. "

Yan Yukong smiled and said, "no, because half saints don't need protection. Any half saints don't need protection. They will protect themselves more than all of us present or even absent. But my good friend above needs protection."

"You may say, why don't I protect you, but I chose the most powerful friend. You will think I'm eccentric, utilitarian, and even snobbish. Then I'll tell you what I see."

The smile on Yan Yukong's face remained the same, but his eyes suddenly turned red.

"When I first saw him, like us, he had friends, relatives and a country. However, his friends, relatives and friends and his country put their honor and disgrace on him. Before the longzhouwen meeting, I thought I was comparing with Jing Guowen. When I looked at him after the game, I knew it was me, my friends and my relatives And my country, compared with him alone. His friends, his country, did not stand behind him or on his sides, but on his shoulders. "

Yan Yukong's eyes are full of glittering and translucent things.

"I still stood opposite him during the ten national language competition. I still thought it was ten of us, compared with ten of Jingguo. However, when wantihai, Jingguo was nine, one less. Then I saw that he was able to use two things with one heart and two pens in both hands, and answered two test papers. When everyone's eyes focused on him, when all the people When Jing Guoren's hope poured on him alone, he actually didn't get any help. He was still alone, fighting against all of us. "

"When I was in the holy ruins and in the Jinshi hunting ground, I said we fought side by side. I said we fought back-to-back, but that was just my illusion. If I had the ability to remember and look back at the battles in the past, I would know that not only me, but all those who thought they were fighting with him would wonder why we always saw his back "Shadow?"

"Is he running too fast? Is he without us in his heart? Or does he not like us? No! In those places, we don't know where to go. We don't know at all, regardless of front, back, left and right. However, whenever I see his back, I will know that the road between me and him is safe. Because that's the road he has walked."

"We didn't fight side by side with him. We just followed him along the safe road he walked under his back."

"Even in the Three Valley Lien Chan, in the war of Ning'an, in other ancient places and in Longcheng, he was moving forward alone, but I couldn't keep up with him."

Yan Yukong's nose turned red.

"When I get farther and farther away from him, I feel a little flustered, because I can't keep up, I can't even see his back, and he seems to enter the fog in the distance. Until he sees the world, when he appears in front of me again, when I see his smile, I suddenly understand one thing."

"I don't have to follow him anymore. I don't have to look at his back, because he has killed all my enemies in all directions alone. Every road may hurt my enemies. He killed Gu Xu, demon man semi saint, three sea dragon saint, and all the enemies I can't see!"

"But I never saw anyone standing next to him!"

"When Gu Xu hurt him, no one would wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth!"

"When the three seas dragon Saint besieged him, no one would help him look after him!"

"When you cut his heart with a written sword, I can't see who can bandage his wound."

"You have a lot of people helping you. Your Kong Weishan has your father helping you, the Kong family helping you, and hundreds of thousands of scholars helping you. However, I can't see anyone around my friend Fang Yun. I really can't see it!"

Yan Yukong wiped away the tears on his face with his sleeve.

"I don't understand why he killed Qingjun. I don't understand why he killed the semi saint of the dragon family. I also don't understand why he didn't have to give good Wenqu star fragments to others and set up billions of enemies. I never understand him!"

"Fang Sheng doesn't need a little bachelor from me. I can't even see his face through Fang Sheng's brilliance. But I can hear and really hear that my friend Fang Yun told me that he wants someone to help him!"

"Then I came."

Yan Yukong looked at hundreds of thousands of people in front of him with tears all over his green shirt.