Saint of the Confucian way

Ao Huang found that he had said something wrong. He quickly closed his mouth and lowered his head.

Meng Tong took a deep breath and said, "Fang Yun, you know your situation best at the moment. If you hand over the Dragon ginseng, my Meng family will try our best to help you. If you don't hand it over, there is no hope."

"If you Mongolian family could help me, you wouldn't mobilize so many people for Longshen." Fang Yun revealed the falsehood and reality of Mongolian family.

The Mengs were furious, but they could only bear it.

Meng Tong lowered his eyelids and narrowed his eyes. He seemed to be looking at the ground. A moment later, he looked at Fang Yun and said, "so, Fang Zhenguo refused to return the things of our Meng family?"

An old scholar over 50 behind Meng Tong kept his head down and suddenly looked up at Fang Yun.

Fang Yun instinctively felt frightened and subconsciously looked at the old Jinshi.

Into the eyes is the demon man corpse mountain, and everywhere is the demon Blood River.

Fang Yun blinked quickly. The vision disappeared. The old Jinshi lowered his head again. At first glance, it was just an old Jinshi with gray hair and wearing a broken sword suit.

Fang Yun's mind turned sharply and soon guessed the identity of the old man.

The holy family will select some scholars with limited talent but firm mind to train them to become Jinshi.

After that, they will send these people to dangerous places such as Liangjie mountain, barren city and ancient land or town prison sea, and let them fight with demons day and night.

These people can barely become academicians when they are very old. They have no hope of becoming a bachelor all their life. However, they have combat experience and life and death experience that scholars in Shengyuan mainland can never compare.

This kind of Jinshi and demon barbarians have fought fiercely for more than 20 years without dying. The holy court will give the title of "blood bathing man", not only because of their credit, but also because their strength is far beyond the young people of the same position.

Even the seven Jinshi of the holy academy, the favored son of heaven, has the resources of all holy families to cultivate. If they fight life and death, they are far from the opponent of these bloody people.

Twenty or thirty years of accumulation, more than any talent.

Jinshi and Hanlin are the backbone of the human race, while the bloody man is the mainstay and sea god needle in the backbone.

This kind of bloodbath Jinshi's strength is very terrible. The victory rate of the Terran Jinshi against the demon handsome is generally 50-50, and the victory rate against the higher demon Hou is almost 0. But even against the demon Hou, the victory rate of the bloodbath Jinshi is as high as 70%!

In other words, the strength of bloodbath Jinshi comprehensively exceeds that of ordinary Hanlin. Only those who have participated in the war for many times and have become Hanlin for more than ten years can remain invincible in front of bloodbath Jinshi.

Ordinary scholars pursue the holy way, read Scripture and righteousness articles, and learn benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, loyalty and courage, but these blood soaked Jinshi are different.

They only learn "courage". In order to protect the Terran, they give up everything and take "killing", which is the real way to kill themselves into benevolence and sacrifice their lives for justice.

The blood soaked Jinshi was wrong with the outside world. On that day, the Xun family would rather bear being pressed by Fang Yunwen than let the blood soaked Jinshi demote himself to the position of Wen and fight Fang Yunwen.

Now Meng's family has brought blood soaked Jinshi. It's a dog jumping over the wall.

Fang Yun even suspected that the old man was not only a blood soaked scholar, but also the only poem maniac in the Meng family.

Meng Qiu has cultivated the battle poem canglangxing into three realms and reached the level of calling saints. The success of the poem must be blessed by the power of virtual saints.

As for his Jinshi war poems, they must have reached the second realm and have the soul of poetry, which is one of the main reasons for the strength of blood soaked Jinshi.

Fang Yun knows that the blood soaked Jinshi will not only practice the poetry of the war of killing the enemy to the soul of the poetry of the second boundary, but also practice various types of poetry such as protection poetry, strong army poetry, gallop poetry and so on. The superposition of the power of various poetry of the second boundary will become a nightmare for the same scholar.

The dragon scale on AO Huang's neck stood upright. He also looked at the bloody Jinshi and showed a fierce expression. He could start a war at any time.

"It's not from Mengjia, it's from our side!" Fang Yun's words were firm, as if he didn't see the bloody Jinshi at all.

"It's what you robbed from Menglin hall!" Meng Tong said.

Fang Yun smiled calmly and said, "the great scholar is like a child fighting his tongue and bickering, and the Meng family is really down. Yes, the fierce king is what I scolded him personally, so that his courage is broken and the literary palace collapses. What can you do to me!"

After Fang Yun finished, he looked at the bloody Jinshi and flashed the real dragon ancient sword in his eyes. His edge was as sharp as ever, without losing a penny!

Ao Huang rolled his eyes. Fang Yun is now a tongue sword Jinshi. When he meets the enemy, his first thought is to fight rather than retreat. No one can stop him.

The bloody Jinshi raised his head again and looked at Fang Yun without expression. The wrinkles on his face were like a rock crack chiseled by an axe, which was clearly visible, and his eyes were particularly dull.

No edge, no awn.

Meng Tong stared at Fang Yun for a while, took out a document from Han Hubei and said, "in that case, I'll read the order of the master of the Mengsheng aristocratic family. Jiang Zhou Fang Yun started from the humble... I don't know how to respect the saint, don't talk about morality... Selfish desires are overwhelming, and evil intentions fill the sea..."

Meng Tong read a thousand words and finally officially listed Fang Yun as the enemy of the aristocratic family.

At the moment when Meng Tong finished reciting the document, Fang Yun only felt that it was dark in front of him, the world was blurred, and a great force was pressing on him. Then he felt that there seemed to be dark clouds and a gloomy wind over the Wen palace.

The holy aristocratic families are the foundation of the human race. Once the enemies of the aristocratic family are established, they will be an irresolvable dilemma. Unless the semi holy golden pen is abolished, it will always be like a yoke around Fang Yun.

As long as Fang Yun is within the Terran's sphere of influence, all forces will be suppressed. If there is a slight problem with his mind, the Wen palace will be damaged.

Fang Yun always smiled with a trace of disdain in his eyes. Under the threat of punishment from the moon tree god, the suppression of the aristocratic family's enemies was nothing at all.

Meng Tong said, "you are the enemy of the aristocratic family. I will kill the human family first to let you know the details of the semi holy aristocratic family."

"Yes." Meng Qiu, the bloody Jinshi, stepped forward and saw that he was about to come to Fang Yun. A voice came from the sky.

"Fang Yun, your door is very busy."

Thunder gas came down from the sky, and light blue lightning arc flashed in the air, which was frightening.

When they looked up quickly, they saw three green clouds in the sky. The first one was dressed in purple, followed by two big scholars in green.

The great Confucian had black hair, dignified eyes and thunder flashing in his eyes.

Fang Yun only knew one of them, Grand Master Yan, who was a second disciple of Dongsheng. He had been in Dongsheng Pavilion for many years. When he came out of the holy ruins that day, Fang Yun met with grand master Yan. It was he who placed Fang Yun's treasures from the holy ruins in Dongsheng Pavilion.

As for this great Confucian, Fang Yun has never seen him, but he has a sense of familiarity.

Meng Tong quickly bowed and said, "I've seen Mr. night."

Fang Yun understood when he heard that the man's surname was Ye Hongyu. That day, he was ambushed by the demon clan on the way to participate in the people raising test. Those demon barbarians were killed by this man's ancient sword, and the second sword opened a deep ditch one mile long.

Fang Yun then said, "thank you for listening to Lei Daru's help."

That night, Hongyu smiled and said, "I'm here to verify the matter of Shizu. No one has anything to do with it. Let's step back for the time being."

The first sentence of yehongyu is as warm as spring sun, but the last sentence is as powerful as winter thunder.

The people of Meng family didn't even hesitate. They stepped back honestly. The fool knew the temper of Dongsheng Pavilion and the great scholar Lei. If they obstructed at this time, the other party would dare to chop down with a sword.

The great Confucian has been beheaded for ten years.