Wuxia: Will the night master, the third Confucian saint is exposed

Chapter 48 Eight hundred years of fighting, the saint is still there?

At the moment when Zhang Fu’s figure appeared in the picture, countless readers around the world bowed down one after another, as if believers who pursued truth were as excited as they saw faith standing in front of them.

Huang Yaoshi on Peach Blossom Island outside the Great Song Dynasty.

At this time, he was also excited and unable to help himself, and a pair of old palms gently brushed his snow-white beard.

He sighed: “I really deserve to be the ancestor of Confucianism.” The green shirt is fluttering, the lupine towel, like the immortal nether realm, high and clean as the white clouds in the sky are not dusty. ”

“Such a magnificence, no one can compare! Even the later Wudang Taoist Lu Zu was one step behind! ”

Although Huang Yaoshi is ruthless by nature, scheming, and often does not play cards according to ordinary routines, as a generation of grandmasters, he has also studied Confucian classics countless times, and he is naturally no stranger to Zhang Fulang, and he can be regarded as a half-Confucian disciple.

Even so, the moment he saw Zhang Fuxian appear, his heart, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly beat like a war drum in his chest.

Within the Great Qin Imperial Palace, so did Li Si.

Although he was a Legalist, he was also well aware of the orthodoxy of the world, which was nothing more than Taoism and Confucianism, so he often studied both deeply.

At this moment, seeing Zhang Fuxian appear above the clouds in the picture, it was like seeing a profound figure walking out of the book.

Its momentum was indifferent, but just standing there was enough to make everyone in the world awe.

Same as the two.

When people in the world saw the Confucian ancestor Zhang Fuwan, no one could not but sigh at the demeanor of the Confucian ancestor who was like a fairy.

Not seen for thousands of years.

The style is still the same.

Li Yishan looked at the golden list above the clouds and sighed in a low voice.

“I have always wondered what a heroic figure he was to become the ancestor of Confucianism.”

“It’s only when I see it today that I realized that not all the people who can achieve great things are heroic people.”

“Senior Zhang Fuxiang’s figure is like the wind, standing tall as bamboo, and indifferent as water. It seems that it is not competing with this world, but it has its own style. This is the case with phantoms, but what about real people? ”

Said and slowly shook his head.

“It’s just that the predecessors are already ancients 800 years ago, and I only hate that I can’t see the heroic posture of the predecessors in my life!”

So the emotion.

Xu Xiao looked at Li Yishan’s eyes full of loss, his huge eyes grunted in his eye sockets, and he suddenly thought of something.

“Although the previous Wang Yangming is as complete as a person, after all, he is still alive in the world, and the gold list can still be rewarded after all.”

“But now this Fu Shake is a person who died eight hundred years ago. Even as the ancestor of Confucianism, what reward can the golden list give him? ”

“Could it be…”

Speaking of this, Xu Xiao’s tone suddenly paused.

It was as if something incredible had come to mind.

At the same time, he turned his head, but just found that the gazes of Li Yishan and Chen Zhibao on the side met him.

The same shock was in the eyes.

“Did you say… Will the reward for entering the house this time be to make Zhang Fulang wake up in this world again?! ”

In the distance, Zhao Chun in Tai’an City said in surprise, showing what Xu Xiao and the others wanted to say but did not dare to say.

As soon as it fell, countless heroes and heroes in Kyushu were suddenly terrified.

“It won’t…”

In the long silence, someone finally muttered tentatively.

After all, this thing is too weird.

But even the people who raised doubts had already faintly accepted his existence in their hearts.

It’s just that for a while I still can’t believe it, or I can’t believe that the golden list hovering above the 9 heavens can actually have the ability to return the dead to the world!

And the person who wants to be resurrected is the first ancestor of the Rujia family thousands of years ago, Zhang Fuwan!

Just such a sentence was enough to shock the people of the world, and the shock brought was even far beyond the rewards of several previous Confucian saints!

Whether it was Wang Yangming, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, or even Huang Longshi, the Golden List rewards they received were simply like a difference between the clouds and mud compared to Zhang Fuwan’s resurrection from the dead!

And in the midst of everyone’s shock.

In a small room outside the lobby of the Shangyin Academy Palace, Qi Yanglong, the former Grand Priest of the Shangyin Academy Palace, was sitting alone in the room at this time, and a handwritten book left by Zhang Fulang in the Shangyin Academy Palace was placed next to the table.

Hundreds of years later, this book has long been recited by countless people, yellowed and turned, but it is still well preserved.

I took a deep look at the ancient cover that had long been yellowed.

Qi Yanglong lowered his head and gently rubbed the guqin above his knees with both hands.

Since Huang Longshi single-handedly set off the Spring and Autumn War, the Shangyin Academy Palace has also been affected.

Moreover, because he had cultivated a world-destroying demon like Huang Longshi, he was squeezed out by almost most of the dynasty true fragrance in the world of Kyushu, and he was snubbed for a while. The world’s first school palace, which once gathered countless bachelors in the world, only a few people remained.

Near extinction.

Fortunately, after Qi Yanglong, who had been traveling abroad, heard the news, he rushed back to the Shangyin Academy Palace without hesitation, and with his reputation as the world’s first Confucian, this stabilized the situation.

The Shangyin Academy Palace can also continue to this day.

Since then, Qi Yanglong has been living alone in a small room deep in the Academy Palace, and has never gone out, until today, Zhang Fuwan’s figure appeared on the gold list above the 9 heavens.

Qi Yanglong, who had already buried half of his feet in the dirt, took a step forward with trembling legs and carefully took the book to his room.

Within the cloudy eyes, countless dust-stained tears swirled in the eye sockets.

“O ancestors… Do you know what Confucian Avenue looks like 800 years later? ”

“I know.”

A question came out, and Qi Yanglong lowered his head as if he was questioning his heart.

As the grand sacrificial wine of the Shangyin Academy Palace and the leader of the Confucian lineage back then, Qi Yanglong has done his best over the years to cultivate Confucian talents for the world, but he has never been able to do the same as Zhang Fuwan back then.

Therefore, I also feel deeply remorseful.

But I never expected that after saying this questioning sentence, I got an old response.

Qi Yanglong’s hand suddenly trembled, and the drum piano above his knee also fell heavily to the ground, emitting a trembling sound.

He slammed open the door and rushed out.

Desperately trying to find the trace of that figure.

“That voice… Why is there here…”

Qiyang Long completely ignored the reservedness of the Great Sacrifice of the Shangyin Academy Palace, and ran desperately on the corridor almost with his head scattered.

It is no wonder that he is so gaffe, that he heard a familiar taste in the voice, not before, but subconsciously felt that there seemed to be some kind of inheritance bond in that voice, pulling him to look for.

Run all the way to the main hall.

The hall that was supposed to be a student’s practice was long empty at this time.

Only an old figure sitting in the center of the hall, caressing a guqin in his hand.

The sound of the piano fluttered, and the cyan clothes were windless.

The old man seemed to notice the appearance of Qi Yanglong and slowly raised his head, but there was a void in his pupils.

Blind old luthier!

Zhang Fu Shao!

Qi Yanglong was suddenly shocked and quickly knelt on the ground.

“Students have seen their ancestors!”

800 years of fighting, could it be that the saints are still there?

Even though Qi Yanglong didn’t want to believe it anymore, the truth was already in front of his eyes.

Zhang Fulang is still alive!