Wuxia: Will the night master, the third Confucian saint is exposed

Chapter 0052 Cultivation of Confucianism in the World! Confucian Most Holy!!!!!!

As with Xu Nian’s reaction at this time, countless heroes and heroes in Kyushu looked at the name that flashed golden light on the gold list, and they all looked dazed.

They all looked at each other.

In fact, I have never heard of a Confucian saint named Fang Yun in Kyushu.

Da Song Overseas Peach Blossom Island.

Medicine Master Huang looked at Fang Qiusheng’s three words, and almost wrote a capital Meng on his face.

Huang Rong tugged at his sleeve robe and asked, “Dad, who is this Fang Yunfang Void Saint?” ”

“Why have I never heard of his name, is he famous?”

Faced with his daughter’s question, Huang Yaoshi could only smile bitterly, and then slowly shook his head.

“I don’t know.”

“There are not a few books that I have read for my father, but I have never heard of who this Fang Yun is.”

“Now the two Confucian saints who have just been promulgated by the Golden List, one has been dead for more than 800 years, and the other is a name that ordinary people have never heard of. It’s really weird.”

Although he said this, he still raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes burning in Tai’an City.

Zhao Chun looked at Yuanbenxi behind him: “This is the third ranked Confucian Saint on the gold list?” Has the teacher ever heard of this person? ”

Yuanbenxi looked a little surprised.

Then nodded: “I have indeed heard of it.” But I never imagined that this name would appear on the gold list, let alone the third-ranked Confucian saint. ”

Looking at Zhao Chun’s dazed look, Yuan Benxi explained.

“I claim to be one of the top Confucians in the world, and I have read countless books on Confucian classics.”

“But among the tens of thousands of ancient books I have read, the name Fang Yun hardly appears.”

“Incidentally recorded, but only a few strokes in the folk history, and even once thought that this was just a folk fictional figure.”

“It was like an irresistible mighty force that erased all traces of this person’s existence, leaving only a few words.”

Yuan Benxi said, looking up at the gold list above the 9 heavens, his eyes showing a trace of confusion.

“Now suddenly tell me that this figure, who is likely to never exist, is actually a Confucian saint who surpassed Zhang Fulang and ranked third on the gold list.”

“The impact on me is similar to someone in a novel suddenly jumping out of a book and punching me in the face.”

Faced with such a helpless sigh from Yuanbenxi, Zhao Chun was quite interested.

After all, the previous Zhang Fulang, who was also thought to have died 800 years ago, suddenly appeared today.

The current Fang Yun may also be some kind of incognito god.

Just when everyone in Kyushu was talking about it because of Fang Yun’s appearance.

The golden list above the nine heavens suddenly had a vision erupting again!

A fierce wind that was enough to ravage the entire Kyushu suddenly surged!

Countless thunders are like shining woods, colluding with heaven and earth!

The thunder that vibrated all the time seemed to once again turn today’s Kyushu into a bloody battlefield of the past, and countless war drums roared on the battlefield, deafening!

If it weren’t for the big golden characters on the list, it would indicate that this was a sign of the arrival of Confucianism.

I am afraid that the people of Kyushu will only think that this is a harbinger of destruction.

The mountains suddenly collapsed, the rivers reversed, and the blue sea tides surged endlessly, boiling as if they were being roasted by fire!

What kind of characters appeared in the world to bring such an earth-shattering scene!

It was like a god who controlled the rules of the world, and before it appeared, it had already disrupted the entire Kyushu.

And just as the vision of heaven and earth erupted, the golden list hanging high in the sky was a golden light in an instant.

A somewhat hazy picture, everyone appeared in front of everyone’s eyes.

I saw that the scene in the picture was very different from before.

In the past, most of the pictures of Confucian saints would be straightforward to put Confucian saints himself in the picture.

But now, as far as the eye can see, there is only a barren continent in the picture

The continent was almost desolate, boiling fire and scarlet blood intertwined, and the night filled the sky, and there was no point of light.

It is as if the sun, the moon and the stars have never existed in this world.

Everything was as chaotic and primitive as the beginning of heaven and earth.

After that, I don’t know how long it took, the wasteland was still a wasteland, but the dispute between blood and fire was once again disrupted and became more and more crazy.

Countless figures who can’t see their appearances, carrying banners and swords, scrambling to cross the wilderness first, fighting with some creature for some unknown reason, and killing is coming!

After the endless killing, there was silence.

In the next instant, above the high sky, the first point of light finally appeared. Among the points of light, a distant figure is like a figure spanning the years, faintly.

And the picture in the gold list also came to an abrupt end at this time.

Everyone in Kyushu looked at each other, completely unaware of the true meaning of the golden list picture.

Is the fanfare just to let them see the endless war in the primitive time?

And in the next second, a few lines of big characters suddenly appeared above the gold list.

[This place is called the Saint Yuan Continent! ] 】

“This is not Kyushu… It’s more like a different world from us…”

Xu Xiao looked at the killing in the picture with his head held high, and his hands couldn’t help but tremble slightly, as if the smell of blood once again aroused the strong fighting intent in his heart, and the wanton gallop when he was the golden iron horse.

[When the heaven and earth of the Holy Yuan Continent first opened, the world’s human race, demon race, and barbarian race stood side by side]

[For millions of years, the three races have fought countless battles, filling every gap and corner on the continent with killing and blood, and there is no day. 】

[In order to end the war, a saint was born]

[With the immeasurable ability of wielding heaven and earth, suppressing the bloodthirsty Yuan Yuan instinct, the original appearance of Kyushu was constructed]

[After that, the Terrans no longer practiced martial arts, but took the knowledge transmitted by that saint as a scripture and competed to recite it. Since then, the world has respected Confucianism! 】

[This is the origin of the Saint Yuan Continent, the Confucian world, the world cultivation of Confucianism! ] A line of simple and heroic characters splashed on the gold list, which actually made everyone in Kyushu a little stunned.

Originally thought that the golden list was born just to evaluate saints, at this time, the years of millions of years ago in Jinjiang Kyushu and the origin of everything were placed in front of everyone.

“The world’s Confucianism is respected, it turns out that it started at this time…”

Li Yishan muttered, his eyes seemed to reveal his fascination for those years.

And time flows again in the picture.

The saint came into the world, as if opening the heavens and the earth, teaching the Terrans the great way of the world and the integrity of etiquette.

Like a kind father, he led the Terrans out of the flood of slaughter.

Until it was finally destroyed in a field of golden light, turning into countless brilliant points of light and dust.

Although the saint had disappeared from the world, everything he left behind had turned the Saint Yuan Continent upside down at that time.

Countless human beings have been educated with the help of the Great Avenue of the World, and no longer build the original Confucian Avenue like the beasts that only knew how to kill.

The stars shifted, and although he died, what was left behind was still a blessing for all the people.

A Confucian saint was also born through this!

After that, the Terrans no longer practiced the killing martial arts, and exclusively respected the Confucian Dao!

As long as you know the Avenue of Heaven and Earth, even if you are angry, you can open your mouth into a sword and drop your pen into a knife!

Poems can kill the enemy, words can destroy the army, and an article can secure the world!

Although in the tens of thousands of years since, countless schools of thought outside Confucianism have appeared, but before the Spring and Autumn Period, they were finally wiped out by the power of Confucianism at that time.

After that, no mathematics theory surged above the Saint Yuan Continent.

It’s like a hundred flowers blooming.

The status of Confucianism was once affected.

Then a Confucian saint named Confucius was born, gathered the theory of no mathematics, took its essence and removed its waste, and integrated it into Confucian doctrine.

Since then, the world has been bounded by the Confucian master Confucius, before which a hundred schools of thought contended, and after that, the master of a hundred schools.

Countless doctrines that bloomed like spring flowers were finally absorbed into Confucian learning.

A hundred schools of thought in the world will eventually return to Confucianism

The passage of time is reflected in the eyes of everyone in Kyushu.

At this time, everyone realized that on the Saint Yuan Continent, countless Confucian predecessors followed each other, and used countless life years to build the reasons and experiences of the Confucian Avenue.

But after all, after all, there is no personal experience, even if the heart is agitated, I can only sigh that it is not easy to get.

In the Shangyin Academy Palace, Qi Yanglong, who was still sitting where Zhang Fulang sat before disappeared.

The cloudy tear marks in the corners of the eyes never faded.

For example, in today’s Lower Kyushu, I am afraid that there is no one who can have a deeper feeling of the scene in the picture than this old man who has devoted his life just to spread the Confucian Avenue.

Although it does not belong to the same world, it makes no difference what you think. By the end, Qi Yanglong had already choked up and could no longer say a word.

I can only sigh secretly.

“Zhuangya, my Confucian is eternal!”

Just as everyone sighed, the eternal time in the picture passed in a flash, and all the grandeur and tragedy were buried in the haze.

It’s just that the spring breeze blows, and the newly grown willow green leaves on the lakeshore gently brush across the waveless lake, rippling a wisp, and then follow the wind and float to a small shabby hut not far away.

Grass warblers fly in April days.

But it is a little out of place with the dilapidated room on the side.

It may be an exaggeration to say that the house is a little exaggerated, after all, it is just four walls made of some abandoned bricks, covered with a thin layer of grass.

It’s just that the people who apparently live in thatched huts don’t have any idea about it.

When the spring breeze blows, a drizzle falls, and a deep wind blows in from the mottled wall tiles, with the sound of chanting scriptures slowly drifting out.

The voice is childish.

I don’t know how long it took, the drizzle stopped slightly, the sound of reading in the house stopped abruptly, and a teenager suddenly walked out of the empty door.

The boy was dressed in a shabby coarse linen coat, and despite countless sewing and patching, there were still many holes missing.

But in contrast, the simple scroll in his hand is still brand new and has not been worn a little.

The young man smiled indifferently and looked up at the sky.

The warm sun shimmered through the shade of the willow leaves, scattering mottled spots of light under his feet, and for some reason, the boy suddenly muttered to the lake.

“My name is Fang Yun, the luck of qi luck!”