Saint of the Confucian way

There was only a small half of the sun in the west, and the sky seemed to have a big brush, which painted the deep blue into dark blue, and finally black.

Before the holy temple, Huanglong opened the way, the carriage was behind, and everyone retreated one after another.

Fang Yun looked out of the window at a group of scholars in Jingguo with a smile. The pride of these people was unprecedented. Huang Long was a soldier, which made Jingguo people more proud than Fang Yun becoming the first scholar in ten countries.

Ao Huang was extremely oppressed all the way, and he felt more and more that the place with many people was simply a tomb of the dragon family.

When the bus went outside the temple square, the people consciously walked to both sides, leaving a wide avenue for the rest.

Fang Yun and Yang Yuhuan held hands and looked at the windows on both sides. They were all scholars.

Light blue willow leaf children's robe, dark blue bamboo leaf scholar robe, black Ju Ren robe, white Jinshi robe, etc. all the way to the great Confucian purple robe.

A young scholar suddenly shouted, "Huanglong pulls the car! Huanglong pulls the car!"

Others didn't know what was going on and were immediately misled by this sentence.

"Who is that? Even the monarch is not qualified to let Huanglong pull the cart!"

"Could it be the master of the Kong family?"

"Can't it be Chen Sheng?"

"That car is a special carriage for Shangshe Jinshi. It says that the first house must be Fang Yun's car."

"Worthy of Fang Zhenguo..."

Ao Huang took a mouthful of dragon blood and almost spewed it out. Then he turned his head and looked. He was not in front of the carriage. How did he become a dragon pulling the carriage?

Ao Huang's body twisted into a three foot long dragon, but he was unwilling. He took a deep breath, and the Dragon Power gushed. His body became thicker and longer again. It was five feet long and stood up as high as five floors.

"Ben long..."

Ao Huang only said two words. Ye Hongyu, standing in front of the holy temple, suddenly opened his mouth and said, "quiet!"

A force of heaven and earth came from the void and shrouded the whole temple square. Everyone was sealed by the power of great Confucianism, and they were unable to speak. The square was quiet.

Ao Huang kept blinking and didn't understand for a long time. How could he catch up so skillfully? He was trying to explain, but he was shut up.

Ao Huang looked around and found that countless people showed an expression of "the Yellow Dragon has become bigger. It's really hard to pull up the car". Ao Huang was so angry that he waved his teeth and claws, but he couldn't make a sound. Seeing that the carriage stopped and Fang Yun got off, he was reluctant to retract a foot and followed Fang Yun unhappily.

Nu Nu made a face at Ao Huang, and the little meteor whirled around Fang Yun quickly.

Ao Huang glanced at the little fox.

Fang Yun and Yang Yuhuan walked forward together and came to yehongyu.

In addition to the table already placed in front of the holy temple, it is the incense burner used for sacrifice at ordinary times. Fang Yun is a little strange. He thought Wenxiang Jiang Hechuan would let people decorate here more solemnly. It seems that Wenxiang delayed the virtual holy ceremony until night to make the ceremony more solemn.

Ye Hongyu nodded and said, "the auspicious hour is not here." then he turned his head and looked south.

Fang Yun looked curiously and saw nothing.

A thousand miles south of the city, three great scholars in purple robes and more than ten great scholars were flying rapidly.

One of the great Confucians and three great scholars had an official script "punishment" on their robes, while the others were not from the punishment Hall of the holy court.

The party suddenly stopped.

From the direction of the capital, five purple robed scholars flew in.

Jiang Hechuan was in the middle, slightly bent down and arched his hands, and said, "Jing state, Jiang Hechuan, welcome the special envoy of the punishment hall. Irrelevant people, please exit Jing state quickly. Today, there are no guests in Jing state!"

An invisible force appeared from Jiang Hechuan and spread in all directions like ripples.

The great Confucian in the punishment hall frowned slightly. A scholar even pressed his temple with his hand. He had a terrible headache.

A big Confucian with a black face and Beard said, "Lei Jiu suffered a reckless disaster in climbing the Dragon platform. Fang Yun didn't save his life. As a Lei family, I should participate in the investigation of the punishment hall."

Jiang Hechuan looked kindly at Lei Tingyu and said softly without fireworks: "go away."

Jiang Hechuan's voice was very soft, and others listened to it unchanged, but the word "roll" in the ears of the people in the non punishment hall opposite sounded like thunder on the ground.

The two great Confucians stood still and looked at the great scholars. Their bodies trembled and their faces were dim.

Lei Tingyu's face remained unchanged and said, "since the Lei family has come, there is no reason to go. What about you, brother Zong?"

The great Confucian Zong Wenxiong raised his eyelids slightly and scanned the five great Confucianism in Jingguo. Finally, his eyes fell on Chen Mingding, the master of Chen Sheng family and the great Confucianism.

"Brother Mingding, you were defeated by me three times seventy-four years ago, sixty-two years ago and forty-three years ago. You can fight again today."

Zong Wenxiong's white face is unnecessary. His voice is as soft as Jiang Hechuan's, but it uses the power of miscellaneous scholars, and the five great Confucianism feel harsh.

Chen Mingding smiled calmly and said, "I can lose, Jingguo can't lose! Wenxiong, let the younger generation handle the affairs by themselves. We old people, walk forward slowly, quietly wait for them to surpass, and then look at their back and leave."

"Fang Yun went the wrong way." Zong Wenxiong said calmly.

They are located at a high altitude. There was a village not far below. The houses in the village are messy, the roads are crisscross, and a winding road leads directly to the outside world.

After Zong Wenxiong finished, the whole village suddenly shook, dust flying, houses moving, roads changing, babies crying loudly, dogs barking, chickens flying, and many villagers ran out with their families.

But for a moment, the vibration disappeared, the houses in the village were arranged neatly, the roads were straight from east to west or north to south, and the roads connecting to the outside world became straight.

"It's your family that went the wrong way!" Chen Mingding said with theout hesitation.

"Oh." Zong Wenxiong seemed to give a careless answer, and suddenly arched his hand in the direction of Qingguo, "please show me the way."

The great Confucians did not move, but those university scholars were shocked. These great Confucians were so cruel that they directly invited semi holy forces over the literary war. They were so decisive and old-fashioned that they didn't have a word of nonsense.

There was a sudden slight change between heaven and earth, like the sudden silence of the summer night of insects and birds, and like the original autumn day of strong wind and rain. In an instant, the wind stopped and the rain stopped, but the dark clouds were still in the sky.

All the college students just feel like steamers and sweat.

Bursts of rolling thunder came from the direction of Qingguo. A five-color rainbow crossed the cloud sky and paved a heavenly road, extending straight into the capital.

"Please the holy thing!"

Chen Mingding stretched out his hand, took out a scroll of calligraphy and painting from the Yinjiang shell on his sleeve and threw it into the sky.

Holy paintings split, pen and ink turn into spring rain, and heaven and earth turn into new colors.

The mountains are moist and full of vitality.

A hundred miles around is silent, from winter to spring, as if the four seasons flow without trace.

The front end of the five-color Changhong appeared in the hundred mile spring rain area. The speed decreased sharply, but it still moved forward.

The spring rain is like cotton and the rainbow is like a cone.

There is no mountain collapse, no storm, and the two forces compete silently.

All the great Confucians and scholars bowed their heads and dared not look at the confrontation between the five-color Changhong and the spring rain.

A young scholar of the temple of punishment couldn't help but glance at it secretly, and then showed an extremely happy smile.

"Enlightenment! Enlightenment..." after that, the body quietly turned into dust and scattered in the world.

The rest bowed their heads and remained motionless.