Saint of the Confucian way

Qiu Chongshan was stunned, looking at the glory of the people, watching the soul of war break away from his body, and watching Fang Yun's glory.

At the moment, Fang Yun is bathed in the holy light. The radiance of the people behind him occupies half of the sky and looks like the wings of the sky from a distance.

The glory of the people has no lethality at all, and even a few demon soldiers can't die. However, all evils don't invade, all saints don't punish, and all the forces condensed by the will of the human race retreat when they see the glory of the people.

Compared with the brilliance of the people, the soul of war is like a candle to the hanging sun.

Qiu Chongshan stayed where he was and looked at the white glory of the people in disbelief, because the power of his fighting soul completely dissipated, and the 100000 fighting souls completely slept and no longer helped him.

After a long time, Qiu Chongshan sighed and said, "at the end, he will admit defeat."

"Accept!" Fang Yun, dressed in white rather than snow, stood between heaven and earth, with his eyes still gentle.

The wind and snow text battlefield dissipated, and their figures appeared in the valley.

Fang Yun found that all the people in front of him were standing. Then he looked around and went to the observation platform. Everyone, including Qing Jun, had already got up.

The Lei family stood up honestly even if they were angry. They were afraid that the fire of three rites would fall at this time.

Young scholars from all over the world looked at Fang Yun with admiration on their faces.

Some people questioned Fang Yun's status as a virtual saint, but when the glory of the people appeared, all those doubts disappeared.

It is easy to win the hearts of the people, but difficult to win the glory of the people. The hearts of the people can be bought, deceived and fooled, but the glory of the people can't deceive people.

The power ministers or monarchs of various countries can easily buy the hearts of the people and beautify their own selfish desires into the country for the people. They are best at stigmatizing a few people and then sacrificing them. They call it for the majority, but in fact, only a few people at the top get real benefits.

Many scholars stay away from the court because they can't stand those playful officials.

However, the glory of the people is the purest popular will. In addition to the founding emperors or monarchs of great changes in previous dynasties, there are also saints who will inevitably obtain the glory of the people. Few people can take charge of the glory and add glory.

Slowly, the light dissipated.

Qiu Chongshan looked at Fang Yun with a complicated look. If he could win, Qing Jun and Zong's family would order to move all the families of the 100000 martyrs in the wasteland back to Shengyuan. Even if we fail, as long as we can hit Fang Yun, we can also let one of the descendants of the 100000 martyrs go back to Shengyuan to study.

The environment in the barren city and ancient land is far worse than that in the Shengyuan continent. Only the top talents can get promotion channels. As for people with ordinary or slightly gifted talents, they generally stop at children or scholars, and it is the ultimate to raise people. Many of them may become Jinshi if they return to Shengyuan.

However, the talent of Shengyuan mainland is limited, and the number of imperial examination places can only be increased slowly. I don't know when and when to achieve real equality for all.

In order to move back to the 100000 families, Qiu Chongshan has been running around for many years, but there is too much resistance.

The holy courtyard has given enough rewards to the 100000 families. Their life in the barren city and ancient land is better than that of ordinary people, but it can only be decided by the Qing Royal family to relocate 100000 families.

Qiu Chongshan looked at the Fading Glory of the people. His heart was full of confusion. He was unable to determine whether the death of those comrades in arms was worth it. They obviously made great contributions. Why would they willingly retreat before the glory of the people?

The secret letter stained with blood only made their family life better than before?

If they can live, will their families be willing to live a hard life?

Qiu Chongshan felt sad from his heart, and his eyes were blurred. Suddenly, he saw the figure of a scholar in Tsing Yi University clothes thrown into the fog. Then, he saw the backs of the Hanlin people in white plum clothes disappear into the fog, one by one, team by team, army by army

Finally, all 100000 people were thrown into the fog, and only they had not moved, and only the blood stained secret letter floated in the air.

"Who's still there?"

Nothing, no one!

When 100000 military souls leave, are they complaining that the only living people can't place their families?

Qiu Chongshan clenched his teeth and clenched his fist. He let his tears spin in his eyes and couldn't fall down.

Since 100000 comrades in arms were buried in the mountains, Qiu Chongshan never shed tears again.

Qiu Chongshan turned around and walked slowly towards Qingguo's seat. He bent his back and lowered his head. He couldn't see the direction, and walked more and more sideways.

Countless scholars saw this scene and had their first thought in their hearts.

The man broke down, both physically and mentally.

After more than ten steps, Qiu Chongshan suddenly heard a clear and melodious sound behind him.

"I'm still there!"

Qiu Chongshan's body was shocked, and tears rushed out like the river breaking the dike.

At this moment, he finally understood why 100000 military souls left at ease.

They have completed their mission, and they have also completed their mission. There is no need to carry anything. No one will blame him.

Because there are others and Fang Yun.

Qiu Chongshan stood where he was and suddenly remembered the content of the secret letter. Tears flowed wantonly, but a smile bloomed on his face.

Qiu Chongshan turned his back to Fang Yun and said loudly, "Fang Xusheng, we must win the Three Valley Lien Chan. I am in the same robe with 100000 and entrust everything to you! We have no regrets!"

With that, Qiu Chongshan's figure disappeared from top to bottom like those war spirits.

Fang Yun was stunned, and everyone in shangguantai was also stunned.

Qiu Chongshan died.

Fang Yun only felt that there was a sense of injustice in his heart. He was depressed and did not disperse for a long time.

Fang yunwang sat at the table with Qingguo and his eyes fell on Qingjun's face.

Qingjun slightly lowered his head and squinted at other places, not looking at Fang Yun.

Fang Yun took a deep breath and said slowly, "general Qiu died peacefully as long as he could. If he had a last wish, I should inherit it. Please join me in mourning for him and comfort his spirit in heaven."

Fang Yun said, lowering his head.

The whole audience paid tribute.

After a hundred breath, Fang Yun looked at Qingjun and said slowly, "next!"

There was a faint melancholy lingering over the whole viewing platform, but it was cut off by Fang Yun like the sound of a sword!

Zong Zibing suddenly got up and inherited the blood of the Bing family. His body hair was more lush than ordinary people, not much higher than Fang Yun, but his body was incomparably broad. Even if he was over 70, his muscles were still strong and full of explosive strength.

Different from ordinary people's eyes, his eyes were suffused with a faint blue light, and his skin was snow-white and morbid white.

"I've seen Fang Xusheng!"

Fang Yun nodded and didn't speak.

Zong Jibing snorted softly and said, "I don't have much contact with brother Chongshan, but I also have several sides. Although you won this war, you dispelled the soul of the war and defeated him miserably in the literary war. I will defeat you for him today and sacrifice him with your failure!"

"Oh." Fang Yun readily agreed, with a growing chill in his eyes.

Zong Jibing's forehead was blue and violent. Unexpectedly, Fang Yun despised himself so much.

Zongsheng aristocratic family and Fang Yun have become irresistible. They are involved in the dispute over the holy way, and there is no room for maneuver.

As a mixed race with the ice family, Zong Jibing, even if his talent is amazing, can't cross the threshold of the Imperial Academy after all, unless there is a semi saint to help himself.

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