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

Chapter 0061: Why does Fang Yun consider it holy? The demons of the world must be swept away!!!!

I have to say that after all, as the first person in the world of Kyushu, above the Confucian face, Qi Yanglong’s words are really very infectious.

Countless readers in the world immediately launched a burst of denunciations against Fang Yun in the picture.

And Su Yan, who was far away in the Xiliang Sanwei Bookhouse, couldn’t help but frown.

The scene of a huge world collectively denouncing one person seems to have not been seen for a long time.

But Su Yan planned to only be a spectator this time, after all, although he was the same person, but the two lives were reborn, his position was already different.

Just as everyone was reprimanding, the scene in the picture changed again.

I saw that above the mountains, I don’t know when the snow fell, and the figure of Fang Yun loomed between the layers of stacking.

I saw that beside Fang Yun, there was already a pile of books that were tall, and the ink fragrance faintly drifted out, complementing the white snow of winter plums.

And if you look closely at the titles on the covers, you can know that the content in these books is by no means an article written by the readers of the Holy Yuan Continent themselves, but is from Kyushu like countless previous poems.

No need to think about it, it must be Fang Yun summoned through the Odd Book Heaven and Earth!

I saw that after writing this book, Fang Yun opened the book and carefully read every word on it.

And as he opened more books, the momentum in Fang Yun’s body suddenly skyrocketed as if it was soaring!

As the morning set and the sun rose, Fang Yun was alone and didn’t know how long he had been on the mountain.

Finally, at dusk one day, the dusk light of the setting sun drifted into the mountains, blocked by layers of branches and leaves, and sprinkled mottled spots of light on the snow, Fang Yun finally closed the last book and slowly stood up.

I saw the golden light in his eyes, as if he was scanning everything around him, and everything he saw in front of him was reflected in his pupils, as if he could trace everything that had happened to those things before.933 Emotions

The corner of Fang Yun’s lips outlined a slight arc, gently shaking his sleeve robe, and when he arrived, the violent wave of qi suddenly burst out!

In the midst of the surge of qi, the residual blood and fallen leaves that were about to melt around were swept away in the blink of an eye!

At this time, between the small square circles, Fang Yun’s side was already empty, and only he stood on the top of the snowy mountain.

Off screen.

Even though Fang Yun had just shaken off all the debris around him just now, the momentum and power that rushed from the qi wave, even if the picture of the golden list above the distant sky, everyone in Kyushu could still clearly perceive Fang Yun’s current realm.

Confucianism!

And this scene also made countless people more and more dissatisfied with Fang Yun.

“By what?”

In the Great Qin Dynasty, Li Si stood up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and almost made a hoarse accusation.

“Why do we want to cultivate to the realm of Confucianism, we have to spend thousands of years to temper, understand the truth of heaven and earth, write articles on white affairs, and cultivate both culture and martial arts, so that we have some hope.”

“He only needs to copy other people’s articles to be sanctified! So what is the axiom in the world! ”

“Since the birth of the Kyushu world, I am afraid that there are no less than ten million years, and among the tens of millions of years, there are only so few people who can be among the Confucian saints!”

“Not to mention the knowledge of these Confucian saints who have become holy, even if there are many readers in the world who have not set foot in the realm of Confucian saints in their lives, whether it is knowledge or personality, which one is not much stronger than him!”

“When a Confucian saint, he is also worthy of Fang Yun?!”

A hoarse accusation ran through heaven and earth.

Li Si’s words full of bitter blood and tears also truly said the hearts of countless readers in Kyushu.

Yes, there are millions of readers in Kyushu, which one does not want to become a Confucian saint?

But these people spent tens or even hundreds of years, and in the end, how many really got their wish?

Why is this far inferior to their plagiarist in any aspect, but finally able to ascend to the throne of Confucianism?

Is it fair? The answer is obvious.

At this time, Yuanbenxi in Tai’an City was also cold-mouthed.

“Ridiculous!”

“If all the Confucian saints in the world are like him, then what is the need for this Confucian saint name to exist?”

“The book of sages is the axiom of the world, even if it is the identity of the reader, don’t let Yuan Benxi always be strong, and the words are full of blade-like aggressiveness.”

After all, to let such a person get the title of Confucian saint really cast a thick layer of dust on this title that was known as the most precious title in Kyushu.

Countless readers just felt that the faith in their hearts was suddenly shattered after this scene appeared.

The road ahead is far away, but you can’t see the light and shadow ahead.

In the Xiliang Sanwei Library, Li Yishan gently shook the folding fan, shook his head and sighed slowly.

“In terms of strength realm alone, Fang Yun is undoubtedly at the level of a Confucian Saint at this time.”

“He is even much stronger than many Confucian saints in Kyushu, and he deserves it.”

“But even if the strength of this life is enough to be proud of the world, it is just a way to take some side ways to opportunistically!”

“If you have no ink in your chest and do not see the glory of your actions, how can you be worthy of Confucianism?”

After all, Li Yishan was one of the recognized Confucian saints in Kyushu at this time, and his words were really pertinent.

Indeed, which Confucian saint throughout the ages has not read countless classics in the world, studied university questions with decades of specialized research, and made great merits for the world?

But in the face of Li Yishan’s words, on Peach Blossom Island outside the Great Song Dynasty, Huang Rong looked dazed.

Gently pulled the sleeve of the yellow medicine master, and asked curiously.

“Dad, they all said that if you want to be a Confucian saint, you must have a university to ask, but I see that Fang Yun has read almost all the books above Kyushu over the years, and it shouldn’t be too much to say that the article is in mind of the world, right?”

“Why would you say he’s not a college question?”

Faced with this question, Huang Yaoshi just smiled indifferently, reached out and pulled his daughter’s pigtail, and said slowly.

“You are still young, and some things can only see the surface but cannot understand the essence of the depths.”

“Fang Yun has read many good books over the years, but he has only read it. He went through all the articles in Kyushu, but he still couldn’t write anything. ”

“The poems that were revealed on the Saint Yuan Continent were just plagiarized from Kyushu using his strange book world.”

“Thinking about it this way, he just knows some words and plagiarizes other people’s articles as his own poems, how can any university ask?”

In the face of Huang Yaoshi’s explanation, Huang Rong, who was still young, naturally did not understand much, and after only understanding a little about it, he felt that these things were a little boring, and nodded perfunctorily and stopped talking.

His daughter’s naughty nature Huang Yaoshi naturally knew, although he was a little helpless, he could only smile fondly.

On the high mountain in the picture, Fang Yun stands at the peak, overlooking the light and shadow of the Saint Yuan Continent.

At this time, in the Saint Yuan Continent, above the realm of strength, there were very few people who could compete with other Fang Yun.

But Fang Yun’s face did not look too excited at this time.

Instead, there seemed to be a little stunned between his eyebrows, and after a long time, he sighed

“The road to Confucianism seems to be getting farther and farther away.”

If these words fell into the ears of the people of the Saint Yuan Continent, they would probably only feel that Fang Yun had become a Confucian saint, and furthermore, these words were just to show off.

Only he and those above Kyushu know it.

None of the fame he had earned on the Saint Yuan Continent came from his own writing, but it was just a convenience borrowed from the world of strange books.

The realm has reached Confucianism, but the essence has not been reached.

Looking at the snowy mountains, the stunned look on Fang Yun’s face gradually faded like the remnants of late winter.

Immediately, a touch of fortitude seemed to emerge, as if an extremely important decision had been made in the bottom of his heart.

“In the end, I don’t know the true face of Lushan Mountain, just because I am in this mountain.”

He said softly, turning and jumping down towards the shore.

At the moment he jumped down, a step of lotus flowers disappeared into the sea of clouds with his figure, leaving no trace.

And looking at Fang Yun’s appearance in the picture, Qi Yanglong’s face suddenly became slightly sluggish.

It seemed to understand what Fang Yun wanted to do next.

Subconsciously swallowed spit.

The students of the Shangyin Academy Palace on the side saw the appearance of their own sacrificial wine, and asked for unknown reasons.

“Mr. Qi, did you think of something?”

After Qi Yanglong was silent for a while, he said a little tentatively.

“He Fang Yun seems to really want to become a Confucian saint!”

As soon as the words fell, the countless people around them were silent.

A word of doubt suddenly appeared at random.

“But Confucian Saint Li Yishan has already said that if you want to become a Confucian saint, you must firstly be knowledgeable, and secondly, you must have excellent character and have made meritorious contributions to the world, so that you can get a glimpse of the appearance of some of the road to holiness.”

“But all the articles of other Fangyun are plagiarism, there is not the slightest knowledge in the chest, and the character is even worse.”

“Just such a person, even if his strength reaches the level of a Confucian saint, he will never have the realm of a saint!”

The man’s question was indeed what the rest of the people were thinking.

In the face of this question, a wry smile suddenly appeared on Qi Yanglong’s face.

“Indeed, as Li Yishan said, university questions and great merit are the primary conditions for becoming a Confucian saint, and these two conditions are not lucky.”

Speaking of this, Qi Yanglong’s words suddenly stopped for a while, and then he continued after a long time.

“But maybe it’s not what we think?”

Qi Yanglong looked at the golden list above the sky.

“Maybe he never needed these two conditions! Whether it was knowledge or all kinds of meanness that he was accused of copying, he only needed to do one thing to write it off! ”

When the words fell, everyone was stunned.

And Li Yishan, who was far away in the Xiliang Sanwei Bookhouse, was the first to understand.

A look of shock could not help but appear between his eyebrows.

“Indeed!”

With the bloody battle above the wilderness that day in his mind, Li Yishan finally understood what Fang Yun’s path to sanctification was.

The demon race of the Saint Yuan Continent was in turmoil, and under the invasion of countless killings, it made people unstable.

This is how Fang Yun is sanctified.

“Your demon clan has caused chaos to my world and the world, so I will crush your demon clan, and sacrifice my path to holiness with the blood and bones of the demon clan!”