Chapter 176 Old Man's Hometown, A Tour to the Confucian Garden

In those years, Zhengqi appeared in the valley and suppressed the heavenly punishment and the heavenly precepts. He also told Fang Daoming to go to the Confucian Garden after becoming a heavenly immortal Yuanshen. Fang Daoming could not break the appointment, and he wanted to know what he was doing.

The vast mountains, the torrent of Luoshui, ten years of young Confucianism, like a dream, everything is like yesterday. Fang Daoming has practiced for hundreds of years and has already practiced his Taoist heart to the extreme. He will not recall the past and sigh, but go straight up to the mountain to the boundary of Confucianism.

On both sides of the ancient road, under the pine and cypress, some Confucian disciples are practicing, some meditating, some reading simple aloud, and some writing hard. Fang Daoming came to the Confucian Garden alone and attracted many surprised eyes.

"Dao Mingzong came to visit the owner of the Confucian garden. Which Taoist friend has passed it on?" Fang Daoming glanced and found that these disciples were all in the refining stage, and no one had practiced the yuan god, but he did not have the slightest intention.

"I'll be waiting for a moment." One of the older people came out more and more, met Fang Daoming and ordered a younger brother to pass it on. For a moment of disdain, a cheerful laughter greeted him, "Is it Daoming? This departure has been a hundred years, and you are finally back."

Fang Daoming smiled and said, "There is a hard-working master to welcome you, and you are a disciple."

"It's right, it's right." The empty hermit is dressed in an elegant crown belt, which is quite the style of an ancient gentleman. The disciples on both sides of the ancient road all came forward to worship and did not dare to neglect at all. Kongyin shouted, "Wait up. This Taoist sect is also a brother who is in charge of teaching. He entered the Confucian garden at the age of five. After ten years of practice, he left, and then founded the Daoming Sect on his own. In fact, he is a model to follow suit."

These disciples couldn't help but be surprised, surprised and surprised. At the same time, they shouted at the elder brother and saluted them respectfully. Fang Daoming was ashamed and returned a gift, and then he entered the Confucian garden with the empty hermit.

The latter asked, "Since the last time Xuanyuan Mountain parted, we haven't seen each other for a long time. How is Daoming's practice recently? I heard from the ancestor that you Daomingzong had some disaster a few days ago, but there was no danger. What's the big deal?

Fang Daoming said, "My disciples did have some difficulties in the past few days. Fortunately, the disciples were united and passed the test. The disciples also used this to prove the immortal yuan god."

The empty hermit was stunned and said for a long time, "Genius is a genius. I think I have been practicing for more than a thousand years, and it is still one step away from the Yuanshen, and you have only practiced for 100 years, which proves the road. It's really shameful. Thinking of the most outstanding sword show in a thousand years, it is also better than you."

Fang Daoming didn't dare to take it. In his mind, I also got a bargain with the master of Dizang in the Yin Caojie. In fact, he has been practicing for more than 400 years. Compared with Jian Yixiu, he is still a little worse. However, he is in the fairy sword gate. He is not like me practicing alone. He is much better than me. Maybe he also uses the method of time and space acceleration. In this way, he calculates , it's also between the two of them.

The empty hermit sighed, "If it hadn't been for the righteous son being my ancestor, how disrespectful it was. I would have to compete with him. Such a great talent has never been seen in the history of Confucianism, but he was abruptly driven out of the wall, alas!"

"The opportunity is doomed, and the empty master doesn't have to sigh."

While the two were marching, they bumped into a childish teenager desperately practicing his sword, almost crazy, which made Fang Daoming stop his eyes. The air hermit turned around and seemed to have a plan. He called out, "Dongyang, come here."

The teenager took the sword, stepped forward quickly, wiped his sweat at will, looked at Fang Daoming, and turned his head down and said, "See the master, see the immortal."

Fang Daoming saw that his eyebrows were quite flexible and had a sense of familiarity, so he asked, "What's the name of this guy?"

"Go back to Xianchang, boy Li Dongyang."

"Li Dongyang?" Fang Dao muttered to himself and secretly, and suddenly thought of something: "Master Kongyin, is he?"

The latter nodded and said, "Yes, he is Zhen'er's posthumous son."

"Why don't you see the elder sister?"

"You will see thousands of feathers soon."

Fang Daoming's mind moved, took out the only fairy sword he brought with him, and put it into a ball of light. "Li Dongyang, you and I are predestined today, so I will give you a fairy sword, and also store a set of my swordsmanship in it. If you become a genh, you can use this fairy sword, and you can get the sword formula from it for you."

Li Dongyang was smart and clever. How could he not understand the joints? He immediately turned his head to thank him and respectfully took the fairy sword.

Fang Daoming went deep with the air hermit and arrived in front of the Zhengqi Hall for a moment. The palace is still magnificent, but the eight words "Haoran righteousness, heaven and earth will last forever" on the plaque on both sides have disappeared. Although Fang Daoming was strange, he didn't ask many questions. He followed the air hermit into the depths of the Zhengqi Hall and walked between them, but he felt that time and space had changed, and the world had changed.

Only then did Fang Daoming know that this Zhengqi Hall was a magic weapon. What he had seen before was not the appearance of the front hall. In fact, there was another cave inside. During the march of Fang Daoming, he only felt that he had passed through many large and small independent spaces. Among them, the time was reversed by the great power of time and space, and it was even more hidden by the yuan god. It seems that the foundation of this Confucian garden is also extraordinary. It is the magic weapon of the Zhengqi Hall alone, and I don't know how many years it will take for the master to sacrifice. Fang Daoming's mind moved, and he also moved the idea of sacrificing the whole Daoming Mountain into a space magic weapon.

The two shuttled through the Zhengqi Hall for a moment and then arrived at an empty square. In the center of the square, there were eight big characters flying in the air, each of which was a hundred feet in size, emitting a rich atmosphere of heaven and earth, which was exactly "the great righteousness, and the world will last forever".

Fang Daoming looked at a glance and felt that these eight flying characters sometimes turned into ancient towers, sometimes turned into big tripods, sometimes turned into jade, sometimes turned into pen, ink, paper and inkstones, and sometimes turned into the font itself, which was mysterious. Under these eight big characters, there are many futons in concentric circles, on which dozens of monks dressed as Confucians are meditating and practicing. These Confucian students are all gens, and most of them are well-known people.

When everyone saw Fang Daoming's arrival, they all stopped practicing. Several of them met Fang Daoming, and the rest dispersed one after another. This is the first person who must be white, and it is the second generation of Confucianism. On both sides of Zhengqizi are Meng Haoran, the current head of Confucianism, the elder Qinglian Jushi, and the younger generation of disciples Ni Mengfan and Zhan Qianyu. The last middle-aged man with a high figure and sackcloth really surprised Fang Daoming. It turned out to be the strange man who passed on his ghost and god sword-killing method in the back mountain of the Confucian Garden.

Fang Dao gave Zhan Qianyu a look and saluted Zheng Qizi first: "Old uncle, gardener, elders."

Zheng Qizi smiled and said, "I didn't expect that after a few years of separation last time, you became the immortal yuan god and came at the appointment. It's really amazing."

"Old uncle is flattered, and Daoming is ashamed." Fang Daoming was still called the righteous old man because he left the Confucian garden. He secretly checked between his words and found that Meng Haoran had also become a fairy. The realm of the Qinglian monk and the man in sackcloth was the same as that of the empty hermit. To his surprise, Zhan Qianyu also became the immortal Yuans, but Zhan Qianyu was very talented, and he should not forget Chen and Han Qing. Under wisdom, it is not an accident.

Zhengzi said, "Let's talk about it. I'll wait for you in there. Haoran, you come with me."

Meng Haoran entered a separate cave with righteousness, and the atmosphere at the scene was a little lively. Zhan Qianyu was the first to say, "Tao Ming, I haven't seen you for a long time. You have become the immortal yuan god. I'm not as good as you."

Fang Daoming smiled and said, "You have also become the immortal yuan god, but there are fewer opportunities."

"Fortunately, I was cultivated by the master, and I was so fast, otherwise it would be far worse. Let me introduce to you that this predecessor who passed on our swordsmanship in the back mountain turned out to be the elder of my family, and the younger brother of the gardener, Meng Chang, is in Uncle Meng."

Fang Daoming went forward to salute, and the latter also returned a salute. Fang Daoming's lifelong love for kendo and the root of shaping came from the man in front of him. If it hadn't been for his great power in those years, Fang Daoming and Zhan Qianyu had passed down Fang Daoming's swordsmanship, which was also his only Taoist method at that time. I'm afraid Fang Daoming had learned it. Other Taoist magical power, as a guide, Fang Daoming has a good respect for him.

After a few words of greeting, the empty hermit and other three elders also left their farewell. Three young people were left alone on the square to talk, and then they talked about Li Dongyang's child. Ni Mengfan seemed to have known that Fang Daoming gave her sword to her son, so he thanked him: "Thank you for your kindness. Dongyang's child doesn't know your roots. Don't be surprised."

"You're welcome. Dongyang is predestined to me. That's why I have this. I have a high talent for Dongyang, and my future must be unlimited."

Zhan Qianyu smiled and said, "You like Dongyang so much, you might as well take him as an apprentice."

Fang Daoming's mind moved: "I don't know if you can give up?"

Ni Mengfan more or less knew Fang Daoming's current confidence, so he said, "This is Dongyang's blessing. Why can you give up? When I tell my master, I will ask the child to come to his teacher."

Fang Daoming finalized his apprentice and went to find righteousness. In a cave, Zheng Qizi and Meng Haoran were talking. When he saw Fang Daoming coming in, he sat down, said a few nonsense, and then got to the point.

"I heard that you are quite familiar with Xianjianmen Jianxiu?"

"I don't know much about it. I just had a few meetings."

"The old man knows that this Jian Yixiu couple left the vast land of Shenzhou hundreds of years ago and went to the extraterritorial starry sky, but this time they returned. Do you know what it is? The eight real dragons in the East China Sea, the dragon emperor Tuotian has disappeared for nearly ten thousand years. Recently, the emperor has returned to reorganize the dragon clan. What's the so-called?

Fang Daoming smiled, but said on his face, "You should go back together with your uncle."

"Haha, the answer is very good," Zheng Qizi smiled and said, "What about you? Since you know the details, have you ever had this idea?

Fang Daoming did not hide it: "Yes!"

"Good! It's worthy of being a religion. You have the capital to bargain with me.

Fang Daoming didn't dare and said modestly, "Daoming is actually only a little understanding of this matter. Please give me some advice."