Saint of the Confucian way

Xiaoguogong still stared at Fang Yun, but Fang Yun never looked at the son of King Kang wrapped in medicine cloth.

Although Jingguo and Jiaguo do not border, there are some contradictions between the two countries, but they are not violent.

The disciples around Ruan Ling, the master of Taoism, glanced at the small Duke discontentedly. If the small Duke didn't say, Ruan Ling would surely be able to retreat.

But now the little Duke has exposed the purpose of Ruan Ling's coming here. If Ruan Ling points out Fang Yun's mistakes, it must be famous. If he can't point out Fang Yun's mistakes, Ruan Ling must have no face to see people after returning home.

Ruan Ling, with white hair and beard, smiled calmly and said with spring thunder on her tongue: "The realm of painting Tao is vast. It is not divided between the old and the new. It is only based on the skills of heroes. Fang Zhen Guoman raised Lingyan Pavilion for thousands of years. Listening, Ruan Ling's disciples couldn't help touching the pen and wanted to write their own questions, but this time he stopped quickly, glanced at the old teacher secretly, and found that the teacher was the same as before. He was relieved again.

The breath was only half relaxed. He swallowed it again, then looked up slowly and stared at the sky.

White flowers appear in the air and fall slowly.

"Hype..." Ruan Ling's disciples struggled to squeeze out four words from their throat. They felt it was so difficult to pronounce that even their voice seemed to be torn by the sound of these four words.

Tens of thousands of people raised their heads and the white flowers fell all over the sky.

One of Zuo Xiang's students couldn't help shouting, "isn't this a vision that must appear in the semi holy sermon? Even the great Confucian sermon is not one in a hundred. How can Fang Yun give a lecture? These flowers must be blown by the wind! They must be!"

No one refuted his words at all, because even Tong Sheng knew that he was full of hype, let alone the ability to change winter into spring. The wind, rain and thunder did not dare to approach at all. Even if a tornado appeared, he could not blow half of the petals.

I saw a flower petal falling on a man's forehead. The man was relaxed, and then couldn't help shouting: "I understand! I understand! I know what ink breaking landscape is and what axe splitting texturing is! Thank you, master Fang!"

The man in his thirties gave Fang Yun a plop and half knelt.

"Come on, come on! Don't let the God of heaven run away! Catch it! It's good!"

"Don't rob me!"

Yuexi academy is in order, but it is in a mess outside. No matter men or women, old or young, everyone begins to compete for the flower of heaven.

Yang Yuhuan stood far away. There were no fallen flowers nearby. He was anxious. He saw the little fox smiling and waving to the sky. A large amount of wild flowers flew over and jumped on Yang Yuhuan and nu together to integrate into his body.

"Whining..." cried the little fox happily.

Yang Yuhuan was also full of joy and found that he not only understood Fang Yun's painting techniques, but also seemed to have made a breakthrough in the way of zither and harp.

People nearby were so frightened that they ran away from this person. It was an exaggeration to drink the flower of heaven as water.

Fang Yun continued to lecture, and the hype continued. The number of flowers was far more than that of people. Yuexi institute soon calmed down inside and outside.

After a while, someone suddenly said angrily, "nonsense, I also got flowers. Why don't you understand anything? It's a lie!"

Everyone was stunned, and an old man sneered: "fool! Disrespectful Fang Yun, rude painting, evil thoughts, it's good if the flowers didn't kill you. Do you want to understand? Even if God is blind, he won't give you God flowers!"

The crowd laughed loudly.

The man lowered his head silently and suddenly knelt down slowly.

The people around me smile.

Another random flower fell on his head and soon disappeared. Then his face appeared intoxicated.

"Listening to this lecture is like bathing in the spring breeze. Thank you, master Fang! Today I will break with Zuo Xiang!" the man knelt down and worshipped.

Xiaoguogong opened his eyes vaguely, and a cold smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. Even if he failed to provoke Ruan Ling, it was enough to make them

"This..." he saw the dense white flowers in the sky.

"Heaven... Flowers... Chaos... Poof..." the little Duke lay on the ground, and the blood in his mouth erupted upward like a red fountain.

Click! CLICK!

The sound of broken gallbladder and broken palace spread in all directions.

The little Duke rolled his eyes and fainted again.

Finally, he didn't understand. Mingming invited three masters of the three realms to embarrass Fang Yun. Instead of success, he boasted.

In Yuexi academy, Ruan Ling's disciple clenched his teeth and held the pen again. Although he was sent by the Lei family, he was ultimately a scholar of the human race. If he missed the opportunity to ask this question, I don't know how long he will have the opportunity to enter the three realms of painting and Taoism. He is likely to be in between this idea!

"Even if I am blamed by the teacher, I will ask questions!" he made up his mind and looked at the teacher Ruan Ling.

Ruan lingzheng took a pen and wrote on the paper in front of him: "I don't know something..."

Ruan Ling's disciple rolled his eyes and almost gushed out an old mouthful of blood. His teacher was a great master of the three realms, and even began to ask Fang Yun, who painted only one realm.