Dragon Ball: Super God Vegeta

Chapter 1000

Time flies, and two days later, everyone returns to the shore of West Lake in Hangzhou.

Guo Xiang bid farewell to Vegett and flew back to the Hangzhou Confucian Temple as quickly as possible.

Headed by Yan Hui, the anxious Confucian scholars listened to the explanation, and suddenly their brows stretched, and secretly let out a long sigh of relief.

God knows that the source of the plague has always been a heavy mountain on their hearts.

Every time they think that the people of the Great Song Dynasty will lose their lives in the Daoist controversy at every moment. To put it bluntly, they died because of them, and they will feel depressed and hard to breathe.

The literary mind, which used to be solid as a rock, is constantly shaking at this moment.

It can be expected that if the source of the plague cannot be found for a long time, the people of the Song Dynasty will be killed and wounded.

These great Confucian scholars will break their literary spirit, and they will not only be unable to advance in the future.

They will even continue to weaken until the moment they die, like a shadow, like a body attached to bones.

On the other hand, the faith collapsed, the spiritual platform was dusted, and the spirit collapsed. From then on, he lived in the state of a lunatic between the heaven and the earth, doing things that no one dared to predict.

"Fortunately, destiny made us meet Xu Xian, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable." Liu surnamed Daru sighed again.

From the beginning, I was full of doubts, and beware of everything.

So far, I am convinced and grateful.

Liu surnamed Daru is not the first to change, but it is the biggest contrast.

For many moments, he couldn't help but think about it.

Needless to say, Hedong for thirty years, Hexi for thirty years, don't deceive young people to be poor, and Xu Xian, who is now a teenager, is enough to shame all the old and immortal.

"Xu Xian did what he promised. Then it's time for our Confucian school to fulfill his promise." Yan Hui stood up from the seat, his green robe moved slowly out of the Confucian Temple.

The expressions of the other great Confucian scholars became solemn, without squinting their eyes, followed behind him solemnly, stepped out of the Confucian Temple, and the wind rose to the sky.

So far, the plague thing has come to an end.

However, the things to be carried out immediately afterwards, in a sense, were even more grand and spectacular than the outbreak of the Great Song Kyushu plague.

All the Confucian scholars in Yunei gathered together to achieve one person with the practice of hundreds of millions of people. This is the first time in history and a true god-making action.

There are so many aspects involved. Not only will you fail if you are not careful, but it will even shake the true foundation of Confucianism.

Confucius sits under the peach tree in the vast and boundless sea of ​​study and in the majestic mountain of books, behind the chessboard, he is silent.

Sitting opposite him, Mencius kept grabbing the white child in the chess basket with his right hand, his voice trembling a little and said:

"The gathering of sages and billions of Confucian scholars is too easy to give others a chance to kill the game. If the Confucianism that is hostile to the Confucian school is determined to be cruel and attack us at all costs, then we will usher in the cruelest disaster. ."

He couldn't imagine how he would deal with himself if the situation he was worried about became a reality.

"Don't worry about this, whoever makes trouble, kill whoever."

Suddenly there was a breeze, and thousands of petals of light red peach blossoms were blown off, forming a peach blossom rain.

A demon god wearing a gold chain mail, a purple-gold hair crown, and a long scarlet cloak walked over the petals, his face gradually clear.

"Even you were born..."

Mencius stared blankly at the incoming person. After a long time, he turned his eyes thoughtfully to Confucius: "Sage, are you hiding something from me?"

"Look at it yourself." Confucius looked up at Son Goku, summoned a letter, and handed it to Mencius.

Mencius opened the letter confusedly, and saw it read:

Master, it feels uncomfortable to be targeted by a group of garbage, right?

Do you feel lonely, helpless, and cold?

Isn't your heart frustrated?

Do you want to give a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye?

Don't say that you are broad-minded, slapped and stepped on your face, and smiled and said forgive me.

What a shame, what a shame.

As a Confucianist, I don't know if you can stand it, but I can't stand it anyway.

If you bear it all, what is the difference between it and a tortoise?

Master, can you bear it?

"Puff......"

Seeing this, Mencius smirked, even if he hadn't read the letter yet, even if the identity of the other party was not stated in the letter, he guessed who the writer was.

After all, the personal style of this letter is too strong.

"Cough cough." Knowing what he was smiling at, Confucius stared.

Mencius touched his nose, smiled apologetically, and continued reading:

I know, Master, you can't swallow this breath. So, let's play a big one.

This time all the Confucian scholars from the Confucian school gathered together, which is bound to make some people eager to move.

They want to take this opportunity to attack the Confucian School, but we can only be forced to defend, worry about this, worry about that?

In another way of thinking, this is their opportunity as well as ours.

They are thinking about hurting us hard, and we can also set up a shocking array to kill the gods!

Hundreds of millions of Confucian scholars and tens of thousands of Eastern Heavenly Demon Gods, under the leadership of Confucius and Mencius and Qitian Great Sage, controlled the killing formation together.

Tsk tsk, how strong do you think this killing formation will be?

Even a saint, in the face of an attack of this magnitude, what counts?

At that time, the gods will come to kill the gods, and the holy ones will come to kill the holy.

Killing the celestial corpse is rolling, and the head is like a mountain. It can be regarded as a small gift to Heaven.

After digesting these celestial gods' accumulation of millions of years, they should treat me better.

Speaking of which, are you heart-stirring?

Action is not as good as your heart is moved, so hurry up and set it up.

We are going to do things this time, do big things, do things that are enough to keep in the time memorabilia!

Writer: Who do you say I am?

He handed the letter back to Confucius with a weird look. Mencius hesitated and said, "Do you want to make such a big deal?"

Confucius narrowed his smile: "This is the most significant difference between us and Vegett! My sub-sage, even you, seem to lack a bloody, domineering domineering dominance. There is no such thing. How could it be possible to win the world with its aura?"

Mencius was silent for a long time, and sighed: "I'm not as good as him."

...

Hangzhou, West Lake, Yuzhitang.

Old man Qin sat behind the desk in the middle of the hall, squinted his eyes, and signaled the pulse of a man with a yellowish face.

He said: "You belong to the deficiency of kidney qi and yang. If you want to cure the disease, you must first invigorate the kidney qi. I will prescribe a few medications for you. You can take it with rice wine..."

Medicine disciple was holding a feather duster in his hand, carefully searching for the dust in any corner.

Vegett sits at the long table in the east corner, and Bai Suzhen writes their books together.

Xiaoqing was not in the medical hall, so he ran out early in the morning, strolling from Dongtou to Xitou, and from Xitou back to Dongtou in the market.

"Cracking, crackling, bang, bang..."

At some point, a burst of fierce firecrackers sounded abruptly, deafening, and thick white smoke poured into the lobby along the wind, causing everyone in the room to frown. *

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