Saint of the Confucian way

"Not good!" Guo Zitong exclaimed. Only then did he understand that Ao Huang seemed nagging and uninformed, but he had an instinctive cunning when fighting. Just now it deliberately weakened the dragon and swayed its tail to deceive Fang Yun!

This is the real form of the Dragon wagging its tail.

Guo Zitong held the official seal tightly in his right hand. As long as Fang Yun's real dragon ancient sword might be hurt, he immediately mobilized the power of the holy temple to protect it in advance.

Ao Huang showed a smile of victory when he launched the strongest attack. He had carefully calculated that Fang Yun had consumed at least 12 inches of Jinshi talent at this time. Even if there was a secret method to help, there was not much left. Now is the best time.

Fang Yun's real dragon ancient sword was a little dim, but the moment Ao Huang Longwei took it, it suddenly recovered its previous brilliance and turned its direction in an instant.

The sword pointed straight at the dragon!

The dragon's tail smashed down quickly, and the sword accelerated to stab upward. In the midst of lightning, stone and fire, the ancient sword met the real dragon.

Dragon tail didn't touch the real dragon ancient sword.

The ancient sword cave of the real dragon breaks the dragon scale on AO Huang's back, penetrates the dragon body and the dragon scale on his abdomen, carries a lot of dragon blood and flies out of Ao Huang's body.

"Oh..."

Ao Huang screamed loudly and looked around. There was a big hole with thick fist near the tail. The Dragon scales around him were destroyed, the Dragon tendon was almost broken, and a lot of broken meat splashed everywhere.

"You lied to Ben long! You still have enough talent and courage, otherwise you can't be so fast or penetrate Ben Long's body!" Ao Huang shouted angrily.

"That's it." Fang Yun recalled the real dragon ancient sword, carefully looked at the blade and took back the Wen palace.

Guo Zi channel: "the outcome has been divided, Fang Yunsheng!"

Ao Huang was about to argue, but Yu Guang saw his injury and said bitterly, "if you lose, you will lose. Ben long can afford to lose! Hum, you will fight only because Ben long doesn't fight with you. If Ben long works hard with you, you are dead now! Take back the power of your talent ancient sword quickly. My wound can't heal and hurts me!"

"Hmm!" Fang Yunxin thought, and the strength entrenched in Ao Huang's wound disappeared, and AO Huang's wound recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But after a few breaths, all the wounds healed, and only the scales will take some time to recover.

Ao Huang flew close to Fang Yun and complained, "if Ben long doesn't treat him well, he'll beat Ben long. It's too bad!" then he turned into a ten foot long little dragon and stared at Fang Yun.

"Well, when I tell you to shut up later, can you shut up?" Fang Yun asked.

Ao Huang was stunned and said, "are you really trying to give Ben long a blow?"

"Sharpening the sword with the living real dragon horn is much better than those Jiaolong horns. Well, thank you." Fang Yun said as he walked out.

Ao Huang was stunned for a moment and roared, "you are as bad as my sister! This dragon is a real dragon. You use it to sharpen your sword? Wait for this dragon! Wait!" after roaring, he flew behind Fang Yun.

"Hey, Fang Yun, how much power of ZuLong's real blood has your real dragon ancient sword absorbed? Don't wait until you die, we can't get anything." Ao Huang said.

Fang Yun glanced at Ao Huang and opened the door of the Wen battlefield.

There are a lot of people standing outside, including students and teachers.

"Fang Wenhou won?" one shouted.

"It's no use saying that the Yellow Dragon screamed miserably. It was like being skinned. Naturally, Fang Zhenguo won. By the way, Fang Zhenguo, what's the relationship between the Yellow Dragon and you?"

"Roar..." Ao Huang opened his mouth and shouted. The strong wind blew the people upside down.

"Who dares to gossip about the dragon? Be careful that the dragon will kill you!" Ao Huang fiercely glanced at everyone. The dragon family's prestige was released, which made many students' heart beat faster and looked flustered.

Fang Yun slapped Ao Huang on the forehead and said, "don't pretend there. Come back with me quickly!"

"You..." Ao Huang turned his head and stared at Fang Yun. He found that Fang Yun looked at him like a pet. He lost his temper immediately.

"Hum, Ben long let you go!" then he shrank behind Fang Yun.

Everyone knew that Ao Huang was not easy to provoke, so they stopped talking about him. They just kept congratulating Fang Yun. Some congratulated him on his victory and some congratulated him on his safe departure from the Dragon platform. They all hoped that Fang Yun could lead Jingguo out of this darkest period.

Fang Yun walked forward silently. In his heart, it seems that the punishment of the moon tree god only spread in the high-level of the Terran, and ordinary people didn't know it.

Back to the first house of Shangshe, Fang Yun hurriedly ate some food, told Ao Huang, and then went back to his bedroom to sleep.

Sleep until the next day.

The sky is clear. Even on a cold winter day, it is much warmer inside the capital than outside the city.

Fang Yun opened the bedroom door and found that the opposite door was open. Ao Huang poked out a faucet and looked at the door.

Fang Yun followed Ao Huang's eyes and saw that the inkstone Turtle was struggling to climb out, while on the nearby courtyard wall, nu Nu was watching the inkstone turtle coldly.

The little meteor revolved slowly around the slave.

Seeing that the inkstone Turtle was about to climb to the threshold, the slave jumped down from the wall, then stretched out his claws, grabbed the inkstone turtle's neck and dragged him to the study.

Ao Huang made a gloating voice and said, "the little fox is too smart. The inkstone turtle is stupid, ha ha."

The inkstone turtle shook his head angrily to get rid of the slave, but he couldn't get rid of it anyway.

Nu Nu threw the inkstone turtle into the study, then turned around and jumped into Fang Yun's arms to play.

"Many people want to see you outside today, but Ben long drove them away for fear of disturbing you." Ao Huang said triumphantly, as if he had made great achievements.

Fang Daniu took a sad look at Ao Huang, brought a scroll of brocade book in his hands and said, "Sir, the eunuch in the palace sent the Empress Dowager's own brocade book, which was almost driven away by Lord Ao Huang. Fortunately, I went to find my wife, otherwise the eunuch would have scared away with the brocade book."

Ao Huang was embarrassed. He smiled and said, "didn't you send it? Look, look!"

Fang Yun took over the brocade book. The brocade book is not ordinary paper, but brocade is paper. It is luxurious and exquisite. Important documents are often conveyed in brocade books.

Fang Yun opened it and saw that it was indeed a letter from the Empress Dowager. At first, it was polite greetings and congratulations. Later, he hinted that Jing Congress would spare no effort to protect him and let him study at ease and not be troubled by the outside world. In addition, he didn't mention anything else.

Fang Yun looked at the brocade book carefully. It was different from the previous Yizhi. There were official seals under the documents issued to him by the empress dowager, but the brocade book used the Empress Dowager's private seal. Moreover, the style of brocade book is not a standard. It is obviously a private thing.

"There are other invitations or documents that have been put in your study." Fang Daniu said.

Fang Yun nodded, looked at the brocade book and thought for a moment, and then had breakfast with AO Huang and his family.

Ao Huang was not picky about food. He ate all the rest of the food. Unfortunately, he was not full. He took many sea fish from his own swallow sea shell and ate them. After eating, he went into the study with Fang Yun.

Fang Yun didn't care about the invitations, but looked through the summary of the imperial meeting and the residence newspaper these days to know more about the recent events.

After that, Fang Yun picked up his pen and was uneasy. He couldn't write a word.