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

The 0055th octopus jumped over the dragon gate and rode the wind! Enter the State Academy of Literature and kill demons!!!!

After shocking the world with two heirloom poems in the rural examination, Fang Yun’s career path was smooth.

After only two months of studying in the capital as a first-class saint, he was praised by countless Confucian masters in the dynasty and became an official.

Entered the Narushu Academy and served as a high sacrificial wine!

The sacrificial wine of each state city, because of the mastery of the affairs of the middle school children of the state, has always been monopolized by the children of various families, and it is difficult for ordinary people to see its way.

Therefore, since the opening of the Saint Yuan Continent, no cold student has ever been able to hold this position.

Fang Yun is the first!

It seems that the ants originally deposited in the sludge, for some reason, took a wisp of breeze, and jumped straight up into the blue sky!

Therefore, Fang Yun was also regarded as a faith by countless cold readers in the world, and it was spread as a good story against the trend.

And in the picture, Fang Yun’s counterattack naturally fell in the eyes of countless heroes in Kyushu.

In Tai’an City, Yuanbenxi couldn’t help but laugh.

“What shit cold student counterattack model? It’s all fart! ”

“A copyist who can only steal other people’s words in exchange for fame, has no pen and ink in his belly, has no slightest talent in his body, and dares to follow the Confucian masters of the past, and in the end can only bark wildly!”

The contempt for Fang Yun in his words had already jumped out on paper

“It’s such a despicable villain, what qualifications can be on the gold list and be called a generation of Confucian saints!”

“This thief is really blind to his dog’s eyes!”

Under the anger, even the Great Departure Emperor Zhao Chun beside him did not dare to easily say comfort.

For fear that his teacher really has no one to vent, and finally pours out his anger on him, then the emperor of his generation will really lose face.

However, Zhao Chun also had some emotion in his heart.

Being able to regard Yuanbenxi, who has always regarded himself as a Confucian master and adheres to Confucian etiquette, to the point of singing fragrant fragrance, this Fang Yun is really a talent.

But this also shows how despicable Fang Yun’s behavior of copying public literature is among Confucian scholars.

Li Yishan, who was far away in the Xiliang Sanwei Bookhouse, couldn’t help but shake his head slightly.

“The so-called Confucian saint is to establish a life for the people, speak for the people, and write books to open up the world’s avenue.”

“Everything else is just a moon flower in the mirror, and it will be shattered in a blink of an eye.”

“He Fang Yun only cares about the small profits in front of him, and uses the copied things to win benefits, after all, he puts the cart before the horse and falls behind.”

“How dare he release wild words and say that he is so-called to set up heavenly words for cold students?”

“Hypocrisy and arrogance to the extreme.”

A review penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Even though Li Yishan’s words were not filled with anger like Yuanbenxi, he was like a steel knife, refuting Fang Yun’s layer of fame and vain outside his body, and peeled off it little by little.

Reveal the naked dirtiness and hypocrisy inside.

This remark also attracted the unanimous approval of countless heroes in Kyushu.

On Peach Blossom Island outside the Great Song Dynasty, Huang Rong, who was still young and ignorant, seemed to be a little puzzled by everyone’s evaluation, pulled the sleeve of Huang Yaoshi, and asked suspiciously.

“Dad, I see that Fang Yun seems to be quite famous in his world, why are people above Kyushu so shameful to him? Uttered so many sharp and caustic critical words? ”

Medicine Master Huang touched Huang Rong’s head with some pity and said softly.

“Child, look at a person not only at his surface, but learn to judge his inner self by deeds.”

“You see Fang Yun’s reputation in the world on the other side and is respected by countless people, but behind the scenes, these things do not belong to him.”

“None of the articles and poems he used in exchange for these honorary positions came from his pen, and all of them were stolen from nowhere, and such a person should have accepted the endless criticism of the world!”

Speaking of this, Huang Yaoshi’s pupils gradually flashed with a sharp look, full of disgust and disdain.

“Not to mention, this person is still rated as the third Confucian Saint on the gold list!”

“If the third Confucian saint on the golden list looks like this, I am afraid that no one in the world dares to believe in the name of Confucian saint anymore, and no one dares to worship Confucian saint talent anymore!”

“After all, it’s a rat poop, a pot of soup!”

Huang Yaoshi’s sharp criticism fell in the ignorant Huang Rong’s ears, and it seemed that it was only left ear in and right ear out, not very clear.

But the latter still nodded obediently.

Faced with Huang Rong’s appearance, Huang Yaoshi was also deeply helpless, after all, these things were not something that a child could understand.

The two looked up at Jiu Tian in unison.

Above the restaurant where Du Fu and Meng Haoran were located, Li Bai was half lying between the eaves, caressing the brush in one hand and carrying the wine jug in the other, his face was full of peach blossoms, so comfortable

After a while, he smiled and said, “I didn’t think there was anything wrong with Fang Yun’s behavior. ”

“After all, the Saint Yuan Continent and Kyushu are not the same world, and the poems we wrote on Kyushu have not been circulated in the Saint Yuan Continent, and in the final analysis, they are also some ownerless things.”

“It would not be a good thing if one person could transmit our poetry and articles to another world, and if he could influence the world and teach customs.”

Du Fu and Meng Haoran looked at Li Bai’s leisurely appearance like an idle cloud wild crane, and they were a little speechless for a while.

This poet immortal was as open-minded as ever, as if the disturbances of the world were completely out of his mind.

But I have to say that although Li Bai’s remarks are a little uncomfortable, they seem to be so when you think about it.

Without Du Fu and Meng Haoran on the Saint Yuan Continent, there would naturally be no poems passed down by them.

Therefore, Fang Yun took out these poems, which can only be regarded as picking up an ownerless thing on the road.

As a senior fan of the poet immortal Li Bai, Du Fu also readily agreed to this remark

While everyone in Kyushu was arguing and criticizing Fang Yunwen for copying the official business, the chaotic light and shadow in the picture once again flowed and changed, and the next scene appeared in front of everyone’s eyes.

I saw that beyond the territory of the human race of the Saint Yuan Continent, there was a barbaric land tempered by blood and fire.

Countless white bones were stacked on top of each other, as if outlining a lengthy avenue, leading straight to the boundless distance.

And these bones, just look far from humans.

Demon corpses!

At this time, Fang Yun was standing on the edge of the barbaric land, holding a scroll in his hand, and his green shirt and tracks were as warm as jade, floating like fairy postures.

Beside Fang Yun, there were also countless scholars dressed similarly to him.

Perhaps because they had stayed in the prosperous cities within the territory of the Terran for a long time, when these scholars first saw the red and barren wilderness full of land, as well as the bones that were everywhere they could see, most of the scholars behind Fang Yun couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

Double strands of battle.

After all, the Confucians present, except for Fang Yunsheng, who was born cold, the rest of them were all children of the family.

As a high-ranking class, they can come up and tell others to die for them, but if they really want to fight for their lives, they will always hide faster than anyone.

This time, if it weren’t for the Fang Movement using his power as a high sacrificial wine to issue an order, these cowards who were afraid to become such a look before seeing the enemy army, I am afraid that no one would stand here.

After a long time, a scholar boldly came to Fang Yun’s side and said.

“The sacrificial wine… Do we really want to break into the Demon Race realm alone? ”

An indifferent smile gradually appeared on Fang Yun’s cheeks, which were originally filled with the intention of killing and killing, but it was reflected red by the endless burning blood and beacons in front of him.

“Among the three races in the world, only between the human race and the demon race, a hatred that has permeated thousands of years has been piled up with countless corpses and blood and fire.”

“In this territory, in recent days, there have often been demon clans trying to violate the boundaries of our human race”

“As Confucianists, we enjoy the endless honor of the world, and naturally we should also shoulder the responsibility of carrying the banner of the rise and fall of the human race.”

The killing intent in the words was like a blade that had disappeared, the remnant sun was fishing, and finally the plain was blooming.

Killing intent and fighting intent are intertwined.

If it weren’t for seeing Fang Yun say these words with their own eyes, no one in Kyushu would have believed that such words with a strong killing aura would actually come from the mouth of a scholar.

Xiliang Sanwei Bookhouse.

Xu Xiao looked at the hundreds of scholars standing at the edge of the wilderness, and a little doubt appeared in his eyes.

“This is… Want a scholar to go into battle? ”

Nor is it strange that he can’t understand.

After all, in Kyushu, going to war has always been the business of the general Takeo, and the so-called scholar is just a weak person who stands above the temple and instructs the people of the world.

Except for a scholar with a bloody heart like Li Yishan and Huang Longshi, and his cultivation is high, there are almost no scholars in the battlefield place!

If these readers who have no chicken power can really do in the sandland of the Golden Iron Horse, I am afraid that they will only be killed at will by the enemy army like a chicken.

In the end, more heads were sent for nothing.

Li Yishan looked at this scene in the picture, and his face became a little interested.

Just as Xu Xiao thought, the Confucians on the Kyushu Continent are all without the power of chickens, except for a very small number of outliers, most of the readers, only after reaching the realm of Confucian saints, can they use the power of heaven and earth to fight with ordinary martial artists.

Obviously, the scholars of the Saint Yuan Continent in the picture are probably very different from the people in Kyushu.

It’s just some readers, why can they fight with the demon race?

Like Li Yishan, Xu Nian looked at the figure pool of Fang Yun standing tall in the wind in the picture.

Even though he is already in a high position, the latter’s figure is still as thin as it was then.

But standing in the midst of a world stained red by blood and fire, he stood tall like a spear, and his voice was awe-inspiring.

Xu Nian muttered with interest.

“Confucian Fangyun? I want to see how you can kill demons as soon as you introduce a reader!” ”