Immemorial Dragon Elephant Art

Ning Yin, courtesy name Shuhai, is known as Ning Xiucai.

When Lin Feng went to the Guman mining area, he saw Ning Yin being kicked out of the house by his nephew and niece-in-law, and later helped the poor old scholar.

The old scholar wanted to live in the deep mountains, a green mountain, an ancient lamp, and ten thousand volumes of books.

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The mandate of heaven is called nature, the directness of nature is called Tao, and the practice of Tao is called teaching.

Concealing evil and promoting good, grasping its two ends, and using it to the people.

Learn it, interrogate it, ponder it carefully, discern it clearly, and practice it earnestly.

The sound of reading aloud came from the mountain temple.

Although he is over eighty years old, Ning Xiucai's body is still very healthy.

You must know that for ordinary people, if they have not practiced, they are already at the age of 60 or 70 years old.

Ning Xiucai lived to be in his 80s, and he has been studying for 80 years since he was a child.

He is now living a long life!

Because Ning Xiucai lives in the deep mountains and has no connection with the outside world, he is not clear about what happened in the wasteland.

Now a group of demon slaves passed by and heard the sound of Ning Xiucai's reading, and immediately the water surrounding the temple was blocked.

"Haha, you scholar, come out soon." A master of the magic road shouted loudly.

After Ning Xiucai heard the movement, he walked out of the mountain temple and saw the demon slave army suspended in midair, still calm.

He said, "Heaven and earth have righteousness, this is a bright world, how dare you monsters to sway outside so blatantly?".

Although Ning Xiucai is a scholar, he is not pedantic.

Since Ning Xiucai was able to write such a book with profound meaning and truth, it could be seen that Ning Xiucai was very smart.

He is also very good at thinking and has a deep understanding of human nature.

Seeing these demon slaves now, I feel that something has happened in my heart, so what he said just now is actually a set of words from these people.

"It turned out to be an old scholar,

A body of flesh and bones is not enough for Lao Tzu to stick his teeth between his teeth. At such an old age, the flesh is sour and boring." After seeing Ning Xiucai, Shura couldn't help but pouted.

"When you eat, you know what to eat. If you want to eat, what kind of delicious food is there? It's more interesting to meet an old scholar. We can make fun of this old scholar." An evil master said.

Then a Demon Dao master said, "It is said that if a scholar does not go out, he will know the world's affairs. It seems that this sentence is simply fart. All countries, big and small, have been wiped out by our masters. The wasteland is now hundreds of millions of miles of bare land, and there are no birds. You, a scholar, don’t know anything. Now you can calm down and study here. In a word, one is worthless and one is a scholar."

"Ha ha ha ha……".

Immediately, the demon slaves burst out laughing.

When Ning Xiu heard the words of the master of magic, he staggered back and his face turned pale.

Although Ning Xiucai doesn't have much ability, he still has the whole world in his heart.

This may be a commonality among readers.

Countless scholars are all thinking of the world? Want to do your best for the world?

To be an official, to benefit one party.

Ning Xiucai had such a desire to study since he was a child.

In the future, he will be able to work for the benefit of the people.

It's just that the career is difficult, and the scientific examinations are repeatedly unsuccessful, and finally he ends his career.

Ning Xiucai probably didn't understand what the four major sects were and what the seventy-two ancient families were.

But he knew.

In this world, countless creatures have died tragically at the hands of evil spirits.

How could Ning Xiucai not be heartbroken?

"Look at this old scholar, isn't it about to die? Hahahaha... Are you about to be scared to death when you hear this news?". An evil master said with a smile.

The others laughed again.

"Old Xiucai, if you write a book for us, write down our unparalleled achievements in ruling the wasteland, and let future generations know our glorious deeds, we will spare your life, how?" A leading magician said.

This person is the brother of the Blood Sea Demon Sect's Blood Sea Emperor, known as the Blood Sea Demon Lord.

Nowadays, many demonic forces are subordinate to the demons.

The Blood Sea Emperor is no exception.

And got the importance of the magic embryo.

The Blood Sea Demon Lord, as the younger brother of the Blood Sea Emperor, was also entrusted with important tasks.

Of course, this person also has the ability, but he is a reincarnation realm strong enough to shock one side.

"The crimes you have committed are indescribable. You are the sinners of history. Don't you think it is ridiculous that you are still thinking about being famous for a lifetime?" Ning Xiucai asked back.

The Blood Sea Demon Lord suddenly sneered and said, "History is written by the victors, and we are the victors. History should be written as we let it be written."

"Nonsense... History will not remember you sinners, it will cast you down." Ning Xiucai said coldly.

"You pedantic scholar, you are really courting death and killing him"!

The Blood Sea Demon Lord said coldly.

"Yes……". Immediately, a magician master slaughtered Ning Xiucai, wanting to kill Ning Xiucai.

"The mountain god has a spirit".

At this time, the statue of the mountain god in the mountain temple suddenly opened its eyes.

The next moment, a mountain god with a giant axe appeared, and the axe chopped the master of the magic way to death.

This mountain temple originally enshrined a mountain god, but the incense was broken.

Ning Xiucai came here, read aloud, the mountain god followed Ning Xiucai to read and rested, and gradually came to life.

Now that Ning Xiucai was in danger of life and death, the mountain god manifested to protect Ning Xiucai.

"The mere mountain god is just a false god in the world, and he dares to call himself a god. He really doesn't know whether to live or die."

The Blood Sea Demon Lord sneered again and again, waved his big hand, and the dense number of demon slaves killed the mountain god.

But the mountain god is really powerful, holding a giant axe, as many people come, as many people are killed by the mountain god.

Only at this time did the Blood Sea Demon Lord know that the mountain god in front of him seemed a little strange, and it was different from other mountain gods.

The blood sea devil's face suddenly sank, and he jumped out to deal with the mountain god himself.

He shot thirty-two palms in a row, the Mountain God and the Blood Sea Demon Lord collided, and finally lost, and were shot by the Blood Sea Demon Lord.

Then the Blood Sea Demon Lord slapped Ning Xiucai with his big hand, wanting to kill Ning Xiucai directly.

"Sir, I can't save you..." When the mountain god saw that Ning Xiucai was about to be beaten to death, his eyes actually shed blood and tears.

Seeing that the Blood Sea Demon Lord was going to kill Ning Xiucai with this blow, Ning Xiucai suddenly shouted, "This old man has been studying all his life, and he has a righteousness, how could he be afraid of you, a demon?".

Ning Xiucai's voice fell, and Haoran was righteous and mighty, and instantly rushed to the Blood Sea Demon Lord.

"No, it is the great Confucianism. It is rumored that the great Confucianism of Confucianism can condense the great righteousness. Only by writing books and establishing a school and forming a new academic thought can they become the great Confucianism in the world. No one in Tianwu Continent has been able to write books for tens of thousands of years. Said, forming new academic ideas, how could a poor old scholar in this remote area do it?".

The Blood Sea Demon Lord was so frightened that he screamed again and again, turned around and ran away. He knew the horror of Confucianism, and he was simply the nemesis of demons.

But the Blood Sea Demon Lord couldn't run away, and Haoran landed righteously.

boom!

The body of the Blood Sea Demon Lord exploded directly, destroying both body and spirit.

"It's the great Confucian of Confucianism, hurry up and escape...". The rest of the demon slaves were so frightened that they turned around and ran away.

But Haoran righteousness swept the world.

Instantly suppressed.

The densely packed demon slaves shattered their bodies and all fell.

"The old gentleman is really a god."

The mountain god was shocked and bowed to Ning Xiucai.

At this time, above the nine heavens, thunder rolled.

However, seeing Ning Xiucai's eyebrows, the arrogant righteousness condensed into the light of thunder tribulation.

It is rumored that some scholars never practice cultivation, but just study to nourish their qi. When they are old, they spend the night in the way of heaven and man, connecting ancient and modern, and at this time, the way of heaven will bring down the calamity of thunder.

Once the calamity is successful, you can become a peerless powerhouse.

Lin Feng has also heard of such rumors, and has always treated such legends as stories. After all, how can people who do not practice practice lead to thunder tribulation?

Now, Ning Xiucai has been studying for 80 years, and he is really like the ancients in myths and legends.

Ning Xiucai stepped out and disappeared in an instant. The next moment, he came to the void, and one after another thunder robbery struck down, but Ning Xiucai was arrogant and upright to protect his body, and the thunder calamity was hard to hurt.

Two hundred and thirty-nine thunder tribulations came down in a row, but they were not able to wipe out Ning Xiucai. The thunder tribulations dissipated, and Ning Xiucai successfully survived the tribulation.

There was an extra dusty temperament in him, and his white hair fluttered.

Haoran is full of righteousness, like a god's mansion descending.

He stood in the void and looked into the distance, his deep eyes seemed to hide the world of the heavens, making it impossible to fathom what this old scholar was thinking.