Chapter 375 – The First Generation of Confucian Saints
Isn’t it a pleasure to have a guest come from afar?
Xu Fengyen was very unhappy at this moment, and even had some suppressed anger.
Unlike the meeting with that eunuch in the small town of Youzhou, that battle of wills, Xu Fengyen could not talk about how angry he was from start to finish, and even regarded him as a gentleman in his heart.
But this unfamiliar visitor, but at the foot of the mountain appeared, it brought Xu Fengyen an indescribable annoyance, to Xu Fengyen this realm, own a few points of foreknowledge, so Xu Fengyen can conclude that the mountain climbers, by no means Deng Tai’a this kind of role in the snow, the degree of danger, most likely no less than the original Qijiajie that began in the East Vietnam Sword Pool of the sword of a sword of a million miles, and even be able to rival! At that time, Wang Xianzhi went to Liang alone. But Wang Xianzhi and Qi Jiajie’s appearance, Xu Fengyen was psychologically prepared in advance, the initial intention of the two a person for their own martial arts, a person to eat the king’s salary and loyalty to the king’s affairs, Xu Fengyen relative can also understand.
But at this time in the field of vision is becoming clearer and clearer old man, like a so that he can not avoid a flying accident, so that originally intended to go to the customs tomorrow morning to reject the northern city of Xu Fengyen, how not angry?
This is just like a person sunbathing in front of his own yard, clearly no one is in the way, a passerby inexplicably threw a dustpan of feces and urine over his head.
The Peach Blossom Sword God, who had clearly sensed Xu Fengyen’s flurried state of mind, frowned and said, “Are you preparing to surrender without a fight?”
Xu Fengnian took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, “It’s good to be on fire, just fight to the death!”
Deng Tai’a gently pressed the Tai’a sword on his waist, instantly the sword qi filled his sleeves, aggravated his tone and said, “That person should not be underestimated, even after Cao Changqing has turned into a domineering person, he is just like that! If you still want to respond to the enemy with this state of mind, go cool off to the side!”
Xu Fengyen’s face turned blue, closing his eyes, his palm against the hilt of the cool sword, his undulating state of mind finally stabilized.
More than a hundred stone steps away from each other, both sides were about to meet.
Hunchbacked Confucian stopped, rubbed the head of the young Gou You Fang, smiled and asked: “That one uncle, but gifted you the benefactor of the white wooden sword box?”
The teenager stared wide-eyed look, as expected, the top of the steps stood the uncle who had a one-sided acquaintance, only when the uncle who ate wontons in Wudi City was unkempt and did not have a sword, far less than at this time there …… is a high man style.
From the body to the temperament no are permeated with a rotten atmosphere of the aged Confucian, patted the teenager’s head, softly said, “Go and say hello.”
The teenager carrying the bamboo box smiled at his words and stepped up the steps with light steps.
Deng Ta’a was at the highest point of the steps, the teenager Gou Yau ran towards him, and the aged Confucian stopped at the same place.
At this moment, the old Confucian scholar shouted three times in a row: “Deng Ta’a! Tai Ah sword! Wu family sword mound!”
Mouth containing the Heavenly Constitution, words follow the law, a prophecy.
At the same time, Deng Ta’a’s figure flickered away and disappeared without a trace, where he stood, only ripples remained.
Xu Fengyen’s side was suddenly shaken by the wind, and his sleeve robes were hunting and clattering.
The teenager who watched his benefactor uncle disappear froze on the spot, at some point the old man had already come to his side and laughed, “It doesn’t hurt to thank him later, Yufang, you can walk around casually after you climbed to the top, there is a warped house over there in the Purple Void View that used to hang Lv Ancestral’s leftover sword for hundreds of years, so go and pay your respects to it.”
The youngster whose heart and mind were stirred up gave an oh-oh, and carefully continued on his way, rubbing shoulders with the young man wearing a sword and then jogging away.
The old Confucianist stood still and looked up at the young vassal, “What are you still hesitating about when you are facing off against a strong enemy? Could it be that your Northern Liang Border Army was also so cowering when they encountered the Northern Mang Cavalry outside Liangzhou Pass? Bei Liang Iron Horsemen are the best in the world, it’s not as if your Xu family is boasting about it, is it?”
Xu Fengyen was silent, the one qi in his body did not fall, flowing eight hundred miles in a flash.
The old Confucian scholar’s sarcastic provocation filled with sarcasm did not disturb Xu Fenian’s mind.
It was not that Xu Fengyen deliberately wanted to put up a defensive stance of not moving like a mountain, but he simply couldn’t capture the old man’s presence, it was impossible to be truly motionless when one stood between heaven and earth.
Female zither master Xue Songguan reason why blindness can also kill, lies in her in possession of a wonderful finger Xuan magic, do not need eyes to see, you can detect the tiniest ripple fluctuations, seemingly no wind when the eaves are quiet wind chimes, she was also able to clearly feel its swaying, there have been Confucian saints have been elaborated on this realm, called it “the essence of the heart into the subtle place of exertion! “. Xu Fengyen in a row with Hong Jingyan, Tuoba Bodhisattva and Chen Zhi Bao three great masters after the fight, although at this time the celestial body damage is far from recovering the peak, but the realm did not fall, today the world on the finger of the Xuan realm of the depth of understanding, he is still only second to Deng Tai’a Xue Songguan two people only.
Because of this, Xu Fengnian will not move, always hold the hilt of the knife and did not pull out the knife.
The hunchbacked old man laughed: ”If you are waiting for Deng Tai’a, I advise you to forget it, this Peach Blossom Sword God is now on top of the Sword Mountain at the Wu Family Sword Mound …… hmm? At that moment is already imperial sword rushed westward, about three hours to catch back to Wudang Mountain. There is no way, the Deng Tai’a sword art that has now reached its peak to kill can be said to be crowned for a thousand years, and I don’t dare to take it lightly.”
Xu Fengnian opened his mouth and asked, “You’re going to drain my qi?”
The old Confucian shook his head, “You are only half right.”
Xu Fenian’s face was gloomy.
The old man said to himself, “I still have to find Wudang Sect Leader Li Yu Axe.”
Xu Fengyen seemed to make up his mind, he suddenly took off the cool knife on his waist and stood with both hands on the knife, “Then as you wish, just because I can’t find you, doesn’t mean that no one can find you!”
The old man narrowed his eyes, “Oh? Then I will wait and see.”
In the Purple Void Guan on the Great Lotus Peak, the main peak of Wudang Mountain, the statue of True Martial Emperor in the hall, which had enjoyed a thousand years of incense on earth, was covered in dust!
The statue, which was originally a dead thing, actually came to life in general, and with one foot stepping down from the divine seat, the hall rumbled.
The book-carrying teenager Gou Youfang had just walked to the square outside the Purple Void Palace, and then froze in his tracks as a majestic statue three feet tall crashed out of the Taoist temple as fast as thunder, each step having the momentum of a thunderous thunderbolt, and then ran past him, looking as if it was about to go down the mountain.
The teenager blinked his eyes, somewhat taken back.
Gou Youfang raised his hand and slapped himself hard, it really hurt.
On the other side of the stone steps, the old man tsked, “It’s a bit interesting.”
A series of thunderous sounds resounded through Wudang Mountain.
Only to see behind Xu Fenian, a statue of Zhenwu full of purple and gold qi leapt up high, holding a huge mahogany sword, and heavily slashing at the aged Confucian scholar at the bottom of the steps.
The neatly dressed old man folded his hands on his abdomen and said flatly, “A gentleman does not speak of strange powers!”
The True Martial Statue clad in golden armor chopped down that sword with the momentum of a rainbow.
But when that sword was about to chop at the top of the aged Confucian’s head, it was suddenly still and suspended in the air.
Xu Fengnian finally moved, without delay, directly is the sheepskin fur old man’s two sleeves of green snake.
Although it is a cool sword to make, but with Li Chun Gang holding a wooden horse cow as the same.
Between the two above the stone steps, thick brilliant green sword Gang like a river swiftly flowing.
The old man laughed sparingly, “A gentleman walks straight!”
When the Confucianist raised his foot and took a step upwards, the original static Zhenwu statue seemed to be free from its bondage, and the mahogany sword slashed down ahead of the sword dipper.
The old man raised his left hand, gently holding the peach wood sword, at the same time, his right hand palm should be to the sword qi agitation of the two sleeves of the green snake.
That kind of leisurely step, such as a scholar who has been studying hard for many years to write casually, naturally, without any stagnation.
Sage weather!
The hunchbacked Confucian scholar has not known when the waist straight, step by step on the steps, the left hand to support the statue of the true martial arts, the right hand to block the two sleeves of green snake.
The peach wood sword of the True Martial Statue.
Li Chun Gang’s majestic sword qi.
The old man’s footsteps were slow, but never stopped.
Even the old man still had the strength to open his mouth and say, “I would like to see how long this breath of yours can last.”
The purple aura on the statue of Zhenwu Emperor shook a little, while the wooden sword, which was almost as long as a person, began to show cracks visible to the naked eye, and from between those cracks, countless streaks of piercing light blossomed out.
This Zhen Wu statue from Wudang’s Purple Void Guan hall, of course, was not the earthly phantom of Zhen Wu Da Di descending into the world, Xu Fengyen had long since given up that portion of his qi, and was no longer implicated.
But out of some unknown considerations, after this climb, Xu Fengyen will quietly coalesce his own qi. Previously, the young feudal lord had jokingly asked Deng Tai’a how to settle his own qi after death, and the Peach Blossom Sword God’s answer was, of course, as always, elegant, not caring about things after death in life. But Xu Fengyen could not do that kind of unattached open-mindedness, he needed to consider too many people and too many things. Letting Fan Xiaochai go to look for that Wooden Sword Ranger was like this, and many seemingly thoughtless things were like this.
The old Confucian scholar’s vicissitudes of face glowed under the purple qi and the sword dipper’s reflection, sneering, “King of Northern Liang, it seems like you’re out of your depth with just your own qi!”
At the beginning of the magnificent sword dipper, the young Clan King said in a deep voice, “Li Yu Axe, you continue your seclusion!”
The old Confucian took a big step forward and said aloud, “Xu Snap wielded his division and trampled on the six kingdoms, breaking the backbone of the Spring and Autumn Period, so much so that the Central Plains is littered with new graves! He died, do you really think that you don’t need your Xu family to pay back the debt for this?!”
The endless sword diameters continued to explode and crumble in the old man’s palm.
The old man was vaguely enraged and shouted, “Xu Fengnian! Do you really think that no one in the world can kill you? Will let you do whatever you want? As long as that thought of yours is not extinguished, when Xie Guanying dies, there will be Tantai Calm, and when Tantai Calm dies, there will still be the next person!”
Xu Fengyen said slowly as a purple and gold date seal appeared on his brow, “A gentleman walks on the straight and narrow path? My Northern Liang Iron Cavalry e guarding the border, Tiger Head City, Crouching Bow City, Luanhe City, Qingcang City! All only back south to the north to die!”
The aged Confucian’s right hand palm violently pushed forward while his left wrist gently shook.
The entire Sword Dipper retreated tens of feet backward, and the statue of the True Martial Artist whose mahogany sword had been reduced to pieces was even slammed out horizontally for a hundred feet.
Even against Xu Fengnian, who was not at the peak of his combat prowess, he was able to steadily gain the upper hand from start to finish, and the old man’s unfathomable cultivation could be described as astonishing.
The old man finally reached the top of the steps, and in the middle of his vision, the young feudal lord stood in the distance with his cool sword diagonally lifted, a trace of blood seeping out from the corner of his mouth.
The old man smiled and asked, “Having fallen to such a state, you are still unwilling to move the entire Northern Liang’s qi to face the enemy?”
Xu Fengnian spat out the mouthful of bruised blood and replaced it with a fresh breath.
If he didn’t receive that full force whack from Tuoba Bodhisattva, the old man, that is, his cultivation was profound, even if he was able to block the two sleeves of green snakes of the earthly sword qi to the extreme, but it was definitely not so much as to be able to push the sword dipper backward with a single palm.
Xu Fengnian pulled the corner of his mouth and laughed, “My little bit of qi is indeed not much, but there is still a chance to keep you in Wudang Mountain.”
The old man’s eyes were filled with pity, and he said in a single word, “I thought you would say, ‘Even if I die here, there will still be a King of Northern Liang with the same looks and height on Qingliang Mountain.’ What, is this the strength to fight with me? Since when is the co-owner of the 300,000 Northern Liang Iron Horsemen, the well-deserved Grand Master of Martial Assessment, so uninspired?”
Xu Fengnian gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.
The old man didn’t seem to be in a hurry to strike, not knowing whether he was worried about both losing or fearing that the jade and stone would burn together, he asked, “Aren’t you curious about what kind of god I am?”
Xu Fengnian snorted, “A bereaved dog!”
The old man froze, then laughed, “That’s quite a hit.”
At the foot of the Wudang Mountain pagoda, there was a purple energy ascending the mountain.
It was the statue of Zhenwu that was casually thrown off the mountain by the old Confucian scholar, although the statue’s body was broken, but the purple qi lingering around was instead more intense.
Xu Fengyen sneered, “I’m just curious how you don’t continue to pretend to be that blind old qin master in the Moral Forest of the Shangyin Palace of Learning.”
The old Confucian gently nodded his head indistinctly, “No wonder you were prepared for this, so it was Xu Weixiong who leaked the heavenly secret to you. You are really cautious enough, originally with the way I took care of that woman with the surname Fish in the Shangyin Academy Palace, you shouldn’t have seen me as an enemy in any way. It’s just a pity that Tantai Calm won’t help you now, and letting you make repeated attempts, in the end, everything will still come to naught, and all will be for naught.”
Xu Fengyen held the coolsword in his left hand, crossing it in front of him.
His right hand, with both fingers together, gently wiped across the back of the blade.
The old man laughed: “Overrate yourself.”
Xu Fenian replied, “There is a disciple of your Confucianism, but he said that honorable is not self-important.”
The old man waved his sleeve, “Wouldn’t that be a mistake on my part?”
Xu Fengnian stopped the tip of the blade with his fingers together.
Without a sound or a word, the cool blade was like a talisman.
Gao Shulu was once “sealed” by this style.
The old Confucian remained calm and relaxed, glanced at the previous mediocre Northern Liang knife, as if it contained endless Taoist intentions, above the snow bright blade, there is a black dragon open whiskers swimming.
But the old man even had the mood to praise: “big interesting.”
The person in front of Xu Fengyen should have passed away eight hundred years ago.
Especially when the Dafeng Dynasty was founded, the status of Confucianism rose, and after that, throughout the dynasties, this person was honored by the king as the supreme sage!
Countless ministers, regardless of whether or not they are famous in history, they all accompanied him to the left and right, as a supreme honor!
The Zhang family’s holy house, the Longhu Mountain Heavenly Master’s House, the North and South have been called holy for 800 years.
But no one really thinks that the Zhao family can be comparable to the Zhang family, especially in the hearts of the world’s readers, the Zhao family of the Minister of the Feathered Clothes probably doesn’t even deserve to give the Zhang family shoes.
This unassuming old Confucian.
This is the first generation of the Zhang family saint!