The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1363 Death from Worry

Half an hour later, Fang Yun let go of the plow, turned his palms upward, and his palms were worn out and bloody.

However, Fang Yun could not feel much pain because his hands were numb.

Fang Yun gently moved his arms, frowning, his hands seemed not to be his own, and there seemed to be dozens of kilograms of stones hanging under his arms.

"My body... I'm afraid it's not even as good as an ordinary young man. However, the more so, the more I have to move forward! This Valley of Worry not only sharpens the body, but more importantly, the will! I want to open up my own world in this most difficult environment!"

Fang Yun continued to move forward. A quarter of an hour later, a golden gate suddenly appeared in his mind, and then his figure appeared in front of the golden gate. He was about to move forward, but a large number of dragons came out, spitting dragon flames, and instantly burned him to ashes.

"This..." Fang Yun didn't expect that the Valley of Worry would make him think of the scene of himself being killed, and he thought that it was really hard on his will.

Although Fang Yun's heart was in turmoil, he didn't care and continued to plow the land.

Yao, Shun and Yu were the three ancient leaders of the human race, and they were also wise and benevolent monarchs recognized by Confucianism. All monarchs and emperors should take these three as examples. Among the human race, the three monarchs Yao, Shun and Yu have extraordinary significance.

Therefore, no matter who you are, as long as you enter the Valley of Worry, the first thing you experience is the Valley of Shun. You should follow the example of the sages in farming, be down-to-earth, and study diligently. Through these hard tempers, you can understand the spirit of the sages.

As the human race continues to develop and as the number of scholars increases, gradually, the will of these three people remaining in the world will not only not weaken, but will increase with the increase of scholars.

The will of the three monarchs Yao, Shun and Yu is close to the will of the semi-saints of the human race.

In addition to the semi-saints, the only one who can compare with these three is Qin Shihuang Yingzheng.

Because Qin Shihuang completed an ideal of Confucianism, unifying the human race.

Imitate the sages, pave the holy path, strengthen oneself, I am for the human race... Countless thoughts swirled in Fang Yun's mind, supporting him to keep moving forward, forward, and forward.

Half an hour later, Fang Yun stopped again, looked at his bloody hands, and sat helplessly in the field, while his legs were shaking slightly, completely out of control.

"Gurgle..."

Fang Yun's stomach made a slight sound.

"It's starting to starve." Fang Yun sighed helplessly.

As a normal person who pursues food, Fang Yun had the idea of ​​depression for the first time.

It doesn't matter if you are tired or have wounds, you can get through it by gritting your teeth, but the feeling of hunger is unbearable.

After a short rest, Fang Yun put his hand on his forehead and frowned at the sky. After so long, the sun has always been in the middle position, without any intention of setting.

Fang Yun gritted his teeth, slowly got up, and plowed the field again.

Another quarter of an hour passed, Fang Yun's eyes were full of stars, but he knew that he couldn't rest, because in the Valley of Worry, people couldn't sleep, and there was nothing to eat, so they could only work non-stop until they achieved their goals.

Some people call the Valley of Worry the most terrible prison of the human race, which is more severe than punishing criminals.

Another hour passed, and Fang Yun's strength became weaker and weaker, and he plowed the land slower and slower, which resulted in plowing the same distance of land, now consuming more energy than before.

At the same time, various images kept flashing in Fang Yun's mind.

The monsters broke through the defense line of the human war fortress and began to massacre the people in the war fortress. Zhang Poyue's head was hung high and became the trophy of the wolf barbarians, and he died with his eyes open.

The monsters rushed into Ning'an City, burned workshops, smashed the city walls, looted Ning'an City, and finally killed everyone. In Ning'an City, blood was flowing, and from the sky, corpses were everywhere, and a large number of monsters were gnawing at human corpses.

Outside Yuyang Pass, Lang Lu and Chen Guanhai fought fiercely, and finally Lang Lu pierced Chen Guanhai's chest with his claws, then pulled out a golden half-saint heart, put it into his mouth, and chewed it with a wild laugh. The chewing sound seemed to be right beside his ears.

Later, Lang Man attacked Yuyang Pass, and the king and the queen mother who led the expedition were all killed.

Yao Man continued to move south...

"Damn it!"

If it was just a sound, Fang Yun would not care, but now, scenes of extremely real pictures flashed in his mind, as if they were fragments of memory. After a long time, Fang Yun occasionally couldn't tell whether it was true or false.

Fang Yun knew that without literary courage, this kind of power that directly acts on the deep brain is enough to deceive the brain.

Fang Yun gritted his teeth and kept plowing the land, but his body was tired, his hands were bleeding, his stomach was empty, and he was constantly affected by false memories, and he was getting more and more tired.

"I want to get through this valley of troubles, and no one can stop me!"

Gradually, the place where Fang Yun held the plow with both hands was soaked with blood.

In the furrows, not only sweat fell, but also blood occasionally dripped.

Time passed slowly, but Fang Yun had completely lost the concept of time. This was the real horror of the Valley of Worry.

Here, time seemed to have stopped!

Except for the plowed land, which showed that there were changes here, the sky, the sun, and the scenery in the distance remained unchanged.

This was a silent cage.

Five hours later, Fang Yun's hand loosened, his body tilted, and he fell to the ground.

"I fell? What happened..."

Fang Yun lay on the ground, his consciousness blurred, completely forgetting what happened when he fell, and didn't understand why he fell.

Fang Yun stretched out his hand and pressed the ground, trying to get up, but found that he had no strength at all.

His stomach was empty, and in addition to his tired and numb hands, the hunger that spread to every part of his body made him even more uncomfortable.

There seemed to be a fire in his stomach, but under the sun, his body was cold.

"Take a break..."

Fang Yun closed his eyes and lay quietly on the ground. He suddenly felt extremely thirsty, and his throat seemed to be cracked because of being too dry.

Fang Yun smiled helplessly. There would be no food or drink in the Valley of Worry. Then, Fang Yun remembered that someone had made a joke about the Valley of Worry and Mencius, saying that when Mencius was not a saint, he followed Confucius' example and traveled around the countries. However, because Mencius was a disciple of Zisizi and had a very high status, he had not suffered much. Therefore, after he was canonized, he felt that something was missing, so he let his descendants suffer more.

"I really have no strength. I am going to die of worry."

Fang Yun thought to himself, and simply lay on the ground, motionless. He was obviously very tired, but he couldn't sleep, and those pictures kept flashing in his mind.

At first, Fang Yun didn't care, but as the scenes became more and more brutal, and even friends and relatives were killed, Fang Yun's face occasionally showed pain.

Fang Yun found that once he rested, the Valley of Sorrow would inevitably increase his mental torture.

"What a heart-moving and heart-breaking, it really makes people more resilient! But it's so painful..."

Fang Yun suddenly wanted to retreat, but then denied this idea.

"I am Fang Yun! I want to get through the Valley of Sorrow!"

Fang Yun gritted his teeth and slowly stood up, and whether it was his arms, chest, abdomen or legs, he felt a tearing pain.

Under the sky, on the earth, the figure of the young man moved forward again.

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