Chapter 732 Confucian Robbery

Chapter 732

Zheng Cheng.

At night, a small light is on in the simple window. Mr. Wang Xiansi, as usual, looked at the old volume of Confucianism with the light.

Mr. Wang was one of the previous seventy-two-two scholars. After leaving office, he retired to the countryside. Living in seclusion in Zhengcheng, he has a high status and is highly respected.

Wang Xiansi has left office for more than 20 years. Now it is a rare age of 70 years. He has pale temples, his hair is white, and he is old. Despite this, his eyes are bright and bright, which is not much different from young people.

This is the effect of nourishing the body with righteousness in the chest.

The eyes are the knot of essence, qi and god. The magnificent righteousness raised by Confucianism is gathered here.

Confucianism does not worship martial arts and does not worship immortality. Advocate life, old age, illness and death, and let nature take its course. Don't be afraid of old age and death. No matter how profound the cultivation is, when he dies in old age, his organs will decline, which is no different from that of ordinary old people.

However, there is a place where Confucianism does not age as much as the body. That's the look.

People who really read through the scriptures and understand the world. Even when he died of old age, his eyes were extremely bright.

The wind was blowing outside the window, and Wang Xiansi held the book in his hand and looked focused.

"Seven-foot Tibetan man, fly camp dog, learn from the gentleman on the beam, what kind of style - come in"

Wang Xiansi didn't squint, and there was no expression on his face. He still looked at the "Confucianism" in his hand.

It was quiet outside the window, leaving only the wind.

"Don't you come in yet?"

Wang Xiansi put down the book and looked out of the door.

After a moment of silence, a heavy breath suddenly sounded outside the door. The man outside the door took a deep breath and said:

"It's rude. The students have seen the teacher disturb you so late, and I hope the teacher will be cold."

As soon as his voice fell, a man held his head high, lifted the brown curtain, and came in.

"Teacher, the students are polite."

As the man said, he took a step forward and bowed again. His eyes fluttered, but he didn't dare to look at Wang Xiansi.

Wang Xiansi stared at the man in the hall with an awe-inspiring look:

"You're here to kill me."

Mr. Wang looked calm and not afraid.

The man dressed as a killer in a black nightsuit lowered his head. Shortness of breath, respiratory disorders. Although he knows that the old man in front of him can pinch his hand with just one hand.

But somehow, in front of this old man, he is like a childish son facing Yan's father, and he is embarrassed. I feel a strong sense of oppression.

This kind of oppression has nothing to do with martial arts.

"Teacher, I apologize. The students are also ordered to do it.

The customer lowered his head and said. Total loss of momentum.

The head of the guest lies in the silence. There is no trace, but for a nourishing Confucian, there is no secret at all.

"I got it." Wang Xiansi said indifferently, "Give me some time. Let me change my clothes, so that I won't lose the sity of Confucianism.

Although

is a request, it is beyond doubt. But it doesn't mean too many requests.

"Teacher, please."

The customer didn't dare to say anything. He knows that he can't escape.

A moment later, Wang Xiansi changed into a clean Confucian shirt, wore a Confucian crown, and came out of the back of the hall. Still in the original position, sit down upright. He looked directly at the man and said calmly:

"The seven-foot Angzang man, even if he dies, should straighten his back. How can he be so flies and dogs? - You can take this "Confucianism". This is my gift to you.

Wang Xiansi said, throwing the "Confucian Rites" on the table under the hall.

The guest looked complicated, and finally lowered his head and held the Confucian Rites in his hands. He felt that his hands were weak:

"Thank you, teacher."

"Let's do it"

After saying this, Wang Xiansi closed his eyes.

After a while, a wisp of sword light swept across the lobby. The lamp went out, and everything fell into darkness...

............

In the clock of heaven and earth.

Alchemy has entered the last critical moment. Fang Yun has stopped the understanding of the One Palm Sutra and concentrated on the Qingding Dan furnace.

"Boom"

A magnificent golden light suddenly broke through the prohibition of the "Taicang God Tripod", but listening to the roar of dragons, a golden real dragon and two blue dragons flew out of the golden light. The electric radiation went to the distance.

"It's done"

Fang Yun's heart moved and immediately broke through the air. The big palm is comfortable, one palm covers half of the heaven and earth clock, and it is grasped. In the palm of your hand, it turns into three elixirs. A golden one, the size of a walnut. Two cyan, the size of a thumb.

Among them, the golden elixir sends out a powerful rebound force. It seems that he wants to support Fang Yun's palm and escape.

"One divine elixir, two secondary elixirs."

Fang Yun checked the harvest, and as soon as the palm of his hand closed, it was closed. When I looked down, I saw more than 20 black elixirs like charred charcoal at the bottom of the Taicang tripod.

This is the waste of elixir. The waste of elixir is basically a failure in practice. It doesn't work. However, it is also a little better than the excellent elixir. This tripod of waste elixir can be rewarded to the people below.

"The first two elixirs, harvest a divine elixir. Two times Dan, it's not bad..."

Fang Yun nodded slightly and quickly cleaned up the waste elixir at the bottom of the Taicang God Tripod.

The success rate of refining the divine tripod is very low. Even the most powerful strong man. It's impossible. As soon as the stove comes down, all of them are qualified. With Fang Yun now in the realm of Tianchong, it's good to have this harvest.

"Receive"

Jump down the tripod with the palm of your hand. Then he turned this "Taicang God Tripod" into the size of a fist and put it in the palm of his hand. It's still accepted. Then he stepped out of the clock of heaven and earth.

"Driving"

As soon as he stepped out of the clock of heaven and earth, Fang Yun heard the sound of a fast horse galloping outside the Hou mansion. Shangjingcheng is the imperial capital of the Zhou Dynasty, and most of the carriages are carriages. This kind of fast horses are rare. As long as it is important for military information and hunting, it will be used occasionally.

"What's going on"

The sound of horses' hoofs is not just one place, where Fang Yun's consciousness comes. It is clear that many horses shuttle through the capital. It looks like a crane in the wind. The atmosphere in the whole capital is also a little tense.

"Boyan, come in"

As soon as Fang Yun's mind moved, a consciousness passed through layers of space and sounded in Zhao Boyan's mind.

"knock"

After a moment, there was a knock on the door. Zhao Boyan stood outside the door and whispered, "Marquis, you are out of the customs."

"Come in."

Fang Yun summoned Zhao Boyan, didn't say for a moment, and said:

"What happened during my retreat? How come there are so many soldiers and horses rushing into the capital? But there was a war at the border gate?

"Marquis, there is no war at the border gate."

Hearing Fang Yun's inquiry about this matter, Zhao Boyan immediately said, "Actually, the tense atmosphere in the capital has nothing to do with the border wilderness. It is related to Confucianism.

"Huh?"

Fang Yun wrinkled and puzzled. Confucianism has no communication with the army and horses. Unless... except for a big deal.

Fang Yun moved his heart and immediately tried to deduce the sky with "One Palm Sutra".

"It's not good"

Fang Yun's heart sank, and the sky was chaotic, and he couldn't see anything. He can't even see his own talent. His "One Palm Sutra" only got up, and was immediately dispersed by a powerful force. I can't pry into the sky at all. Obviously, someone has blinded the secret with his strong cultivation.

It can blind the void of fate. This person, or the energy of this force, is incredibly powerful.

Fang Yun's heart was heavy, and he only listened to Zhao Boyan and continued:

"Mr. Xiansi Wang, the great scholar of Zhengcheng, is one of the seventy-two-yuan scholars of his predecessors. However, not long ago, he was found and died at home. It's killing. Those who were killed together were the great and famous Confucians of several other states. At present, more than 20 highly respected Confucians have been killed at home..."

"What"

With Fang Yun's calm, he couldn't help but change his expression when he heard the news. It's like a bolt from the blue. His true spirit was out of control for a moment. With a click, the real gas leaked out shattered the floor.

After the initial shock, Fang Yun came to his senses and couldn't help looking pale and changing his color. Although he was repeatedly criticized by Confucianism, when he was awarded the title of marquis, Confucianism jointly wrote a book to accuse and impeach him. Not long ago, he was even accused by Confucianism of misconduct. Fang Yun has always respected Confucianism.

Confucianism is a person in the world, paying attention to the right thing and not the right person. Therefore, even if he was criticized by Confucianism, Fang Yun never resented him. Confucianism is in power, always bowing to the world, etiquette and education, and there is no dispute with the world.

The struggle of the sectarian world has always stopped in Confucianism. Confucianism is rarely involved.

This time, more than 20 high-ranking Confucians were killed. This is an unbearable loss. Even if the sectarian world kills the generals of the imperial court, the princes and Fang Yun will not feel so angry. But he was so angry that he was implicated in those great Confucians who had no power to bind chickens.

"In addition to these more than 20 famous Confucians and great Confucians, during this period. Many Confucian students were killed. The military office of the imperial court, the Ministry of War, has been dealing with this matter day and night during this period. The military aircraft department has sent strong men to guard other great Confucians. In case the assassination happens again. The three princes and the ministers of the Taihe Hall have been completely angry. This matter is under full investigation..."

Zhao Boyan said.

"What are the clues?"

Fang Yun took a deep breath and calmed down.

"Our people went there to check it. I didn't find the smell of evil.

Zhao Boyan said.

He is talking about the newly recruited celestial-level incomplete cultivation, and some of the Tianchong strong. These people can receive residual information from the air. Although you don't see it with your own eyes, you can feel the breath of it.

"If you are an evil person, it is impossible to get close to a hundred miles at all."

Fang Yun had expected this answer. If it was a person in the evil way, he would be found by the wild Confucians within a hundred miles and drank to death in one gulp.

Therefore, the killer can't be an evil person at all. In other words, the person who does it himself is not an evil person.

"Wow"

A thing similar to a hummingbird, but a lot of things flew in. It fell into the hands of Zhao Boyan. This information agency was developed by a part of the Ministry of Industry collected by Zhao Boyan. Because they participated in the development, they were all low-ranking people in the Ministry of Industry. Therefore, this kind of bird is much worse than the "hummingbird" of the Ministry of Industry. But it's much faster than homing pigeons.

"Your Excellency? ..."

Zhao Boyan raised his head. Look at Fang Yun.

"Hmm."

Fang Yun nodded slightly and motioned him to check directly.

After removing the creed and taking a look, Zhao Boyan immediately changed his expression.

"Say."

Fang Yun immediately said that he felt something from Zhao Boyan's look. RV