The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 373: The first generation of Confucian sages
Is it a pleasure to have guests coming from afar?
Xu Fengnian was very upset at this time, even some uncontrollable anger. [w.SuiMеng.lā
Different from the encounter with the **** in the small town of Youzhou, Xu Fengnian couldn't talk about how to be angry from the beginning to the end of the battle of will, and even regarded him as the gentleman in his mind.
However, this strange visitor who climbed up the level showed up at the foot of the mountain, and brought Xu Fengnian an unexplainable irritability. At Xu Fengnian's realm, he is a little bit unpredictable, so Xu Fengnian can conclude. The climber is by no means a character who can send charcoal in the snow like Deng Tai'a. The degree of danger is very likely to be no less than that of Qi Jiajie's Wanli Yijian that started in Dongyue Sword Pond. But the appearance of Wang Xianzhi and Qi Jiajie, Xu Fengnian was psychologically prepared in advance, the two people's original intention is that one is for their own martial arts, the other is to eat the emperor's loyalty, Xu Fengnian can relatively understand.
At this time, the old man whose vision became clearer and clearer was like a disaster that made him unable to hide. Xu Fengnian, who had originally planned to go outside the Guanbei City tomorrow morning, how not to be angry?
It's like a person basking in the sun at the entrance of his home. It is clear that no one is in the way. A passerby throws a dustpan and urinates inexplicably.
The Peach Flower Sword God, who clearly perceives Xu Fengnian's confusion, frowned and said: "Are you preparing to surrender without a fight?"
Xu Fengnian took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Whether the anger gets bigger, just hit it to death!"
Deng Tai'a lightly pressed the Tai'a sword at his waist, and the sword was full of sleeves in an instant, and he said in a more serious tone: "That person should not be underestimated, even after Cao Changqing turns to domineering, it will only be so! If you still want to Responding to the enemy in this state of mind, just cool off!"
Xu Fengnian's face was blue, closed his eyes, and pressed the palm of his hand against the handle of the cold knife, and his fluctuating mood finally stabilized.
A hundred stone steps apart, the two sides will meet.
The Confucian scholar stopped, rubbed the young Gou Youfang's head, smiled and asked, "That uncle, but the benefactor who gave you the white wooden sword box?"
The young man stared wide-eyed. As expected, at the top of the steps stood the one-sided uncle, but the uncle who ate wontons in Wudi City was sloppy and didn't have a sword. It was far from the case... Superior demeanor.
The elderly Confucian who exuded a decadent aura from his body to his aura, patted the young man's head, and whispered: "Go and say hello."
The young man with the bamboo box on his back smiled, and briskly stepped up the steps.
Deng Tai'a was at the highest point of the steps, and the young man Gouyou ran towards him, and the elderly scholar stopped in place.
At this moment, the old Confucian shouted three times in succession: "Deng Tai A! Tai A Jian! Wu Jia Sword Tomb!"
Speaking of the constitution, speaking with the law, the word becomes a truth.
At the same time, Deng Tai'a disappeared in a flash and disappeared, leaving only ripples where she stood.
Xu Fengnian was surrounded by a sudden strong wind, and his sleeves were hunting.
The young man who watched the benefactor disappeared was stunned on the spot. I don’t know when the old man had already come to him. He smiled and said, “It’s okay to thank you later. It’s a good idea. You can just walk around after you reach the top. There has been a house on the side where Lu Zu's legacy sword has been hung for hundreds of years. Go and pay your respects."
The agitated young man let out a cry, and proceeded cautiously, passing by the young man with the knife, and then trotting away.
The old scholar stood on the spot, looking up at the young vassal prince, "What are you still hesitating to confront a strong enemy? Could it be that your Northern Liang Border Army met the Northern Mang Cavalry outside Liangzhou Pass, so cringe? The Beiliang iron rides the world, so it's not your Xu family who brags about it, right?"
Xu Fengnian remained silent, not falling into his body, moving for eight hundred miles in an instant.
The old Confucian scholars were full of sarcasm, and did not disturb Xu Fengnian's mood.
It's not that Xu Fengnian deliberately put on a defensive posture that was immovable, but that he simply couldn't capture the existence of this old man, standing in the world, it is impossible to be immobile in a true sense.
The reason why female violinist Xue Songguan can kill even blindly is that she possesses the indescribable supernatural powers. Without looking at them, she can detect the smallest ripples, which seem to be under the eaves when there is no wind. Quiet wind chime, she can also clearly feel its shaking. A Confucian sage once expounded on this state, calling it "strengthening the heart to the slightest." After Xu Fengnian fought against the three great masters of Hong Jingyan, Tuoba Bodhisattva and Chen Zhibao in succession, although the celestial body was damaged far from recovering to its peak at this time, the realm did not fall. Today, when he talks about the profound understanding of the meaning of the profound realm, he Still second only to the two officials of Deng Tai A Xue Song.
Because of this, Xu Fengnian remained motionless, always holding the handle of the knife without drawing it.
The old man smiled and said: "If you are waiting for Deng Tai'a, I would advise you to forget it. The Peach Flower Sword God is now on the sword mountain of the Wu Family Sword Tomb...Huh? Right now Yujian is rushing westward, about Mo It will take three hours to rush back to Wudang Mountain. There is no way, Mrs. Deng has reached the peak now
A swordsmanship kills people, it can be said to be the best for a thousand years, and I dare not take it lightly. "
Xu Fengnian asked: "Are you going to consume my breath?"
The old scholar shook his head and said: "You are only half right."
Xu Fengnian's face is gloomy.
The old man said to himself: "I'm still looking for Wudang Master Li Yufu."
Xu Fengnian seems to have made up his mind. He suddenly took off the cold knife at his waist and stood with the knife in both hands, "Then as you wish, I can't find you, it doesn't mean no one can find you!"
The old man squinted and said: "Oh? Then I'll wait and see."
The Zixu View of the Great Lotus Peak, the main peak of Wudang Mountain, the statue of Emperor Zhenwu in the temple who enjoys the incense of the world for thousands of years, dust is everywhere!
The statue, which was originally a dead thing, came alive, and stepped on the seat of the gods, and the hall banged loudly.
Gou Youfang, a young negative man, just walked to the square outside the Zixu Palace, and then was dumbfounded. A majestic statue as high as three feet rushed out of the Taoist temple, and every step was full of thunder, and then from his side. After running, it seems to be going down the mountain.
The boy blinked, somehow he couldn't recover.
Gou Youfang raised his hand and slapped himself severely, which hurts.
On the stone steps, the old man tutted: "It's interesting."
A series of thunders resounded through Wudang Mountain.
Behind Xu Fengnian, I saw a statue of Zhenwu full of purple and gold leaping high, holding a huge mahogany sword, and hacking heavily towards the elderly Confucian under the steps.
The neatly dressed old man folded his hands on his abdomen, and said flatly: "The gentleman is not talking about strange things!"
The sword of the Zhenwu statue wearing golden armor was cut down, and the momentum was like a rainbow.
But when the sword was about to smash the head of the elderly Confucian, it suddenly stood still, hanging in the air.
Xu Fengnian finally moved, without procrastination, it is directly the two-sleeved green snake of the old sheepskin fur.
Although it was used by a cool sword, it was exactly the same as Li Chungang holding a wooden horse and ox.
On the stone steps between the two, the sturdy and brilliant cyan sword gang is flowing like a river.
The old man smiled freely: "A gentleman walks straight!"
When the Confucian lifted his foot and took a step upwards, the original static Zhenwu statue seemed to be out of bondage, and the peach wood sword cut down before the sword gang.
The old man raised his left hand, gently holding the peach wood sword, and at the same time the palm of his right hand should be facing the sword-like green snake with two sleeves.
The kind of leisurely strolling in the courtyard, like a scholar who has studied hard for many years, writes with his hand pen wherever he goes, naturally, without stagnation.
Sage weather!
I don't know when the Confucian scholar has straightened his waist, stepping up the steps step by step, holding the statue of Zhenwu with his left hand, and blocking the two-sleeved green snake with his right hand.
The mahogany sword of Zhenwu statue.
Li Chungang's majestic sword aura.
Under each other's radiance, although the old man's steps up the stairs slowly, he never stopped.
Even the old man still had enough energy to speak: "I want to see how long your breath can last."
The purple gas on the statue of Emperor Zhenwu shook a bit, and the wooden sword, which was almost as long as a human, began to show cracks visible to the naked eye, and from those cracks, countless dazzling rays of light burst out.
This Zhenwu statue from the Wudang Zixuguan Hall is certainly not the human image of Emperor Zhenwu's birth. Xu Fengnian has long since given up that luck and is no longer involved.
However, out of some unknown consideration, after this climb, Xu Fengnian quietly condensed his aura. Previously, the young vassal prince used to jokingly asked Deng Tai'a how to set up his aura after death. Of course, the answer of Peach Blossom Sword God was as cool as ever, regardless of what happened after his death. But Xu Fengnian couldn't do that kind of open-mindedness, he needed to consider too many people and too many things. It was so for Fan Xiaochai to find the wooden sword ranger, and it was true for many seemingly unintentional actions.
The old Confucianist's vicissitudes of life gleamed in the purple light and Jian Gang, and he sneered: "The King of Northern Liang, you seem to be out of power just by your own aura!"
At the beginning of that magnificent sword gang, the young king said solemnly: "Li Yufu, you continue to retreat!"
The old Confucian strode forward and said loudly: "Xu Xiao commanded his horse to step on the Six Kingdoms, interrupting the Spring and Autumn spine, so that there are new graves everywhere in the Central Plains! He is dead, really think you don't need the Xu family to pay the debt for this?! "
The endless sword gangs exploded and shattered in the palm of the old man's hand.
The old man was also vaguely angry, and shouted: "Xu Fengnian! Do you really think that no one in the world can kill you? Will let you do whatever you want?! As long as your thoughts persist, Xie Guanying will die and there will be peace in Tantai. Tantai is calm and dead, there will still be another person!"
Xu Fengnian showed a purple-gold jujube mark on the center of his eyebrows, and slowly said: "A gentleman walks straight? I am the Northern Liang Tieqi Wushou Border, Hutou City, Lying Bow City, Luanhe City, Qingcang City! All have only a back! People who die from south to north!"
The palm of the old scholar's right hand suddenly pushed forward, and at the same time his left wrist shook slightly.
The whole sword gang retreated several tens of meters, and the Zhenwu statue of the mahogany sword turned into powder was thrown out by a hundred meters.
Even if it is against Xu Fengnian, who is not at the pinnacle of combat power, he can hold the upper hand from beginning to end, and the unfathomable cultivation of the old man can be called a world-shaking spirit.
The old man finally reached the top of the steps, and in his field of vision, the young prince was standing in the distance with his cold sword slanted, a trace of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth.
The old man smiled and asked, "You still don’t want to move out of the entire Beiliang to confront the enemy when you fall into such a field?"
Xu Fengnian vomited out that bruise and replaced it with a breath of fresh air.
If he hadn't beaten Tuoba Bodhisattva's full strength, the old man would have cultivated his profound knowledge. Even if he could block the two-sleeved green snake with the extreme sword energy in the world, he would definitely not be able to push the sword gang upside down with one palm.
Xu Fengnian twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled: "I really don't have much aura, but I still have a chance to keep you in Wudang Mountain."
The old man’s eyes were full of compassion, and he said, "I thought you would say,'Even if I die here, there will be a Northern Liang King with the same appearance and height on Qingliang Mountain.' Why, this is what I did desperately. Emboldened? When did the dignified 300,000 Northern Liang Iron Cavalry Co-Master, the well-deserved Grand Master of Wu Chong, be so reluctant to make progress?"
Xu Fengnian squeezed the handle of the knife.
The old man didn't seem to be eager to take action. I didn't know if he was worried that both sides would be hurt or he was afraid that the jade would be burned. He asked: "You are not curious about where I am?"
Xu Fengnian sneered and said: "The dog of the bereavement!"
The old man was stunned, and then he laughed and said, "It's just that."
At the archway at the foot of Wudang Mountain, there is Ziqi mountaineering.
It is the Zhenwu statue that was left by the old Confucian casually. Although the body of the statue is shattered, the purple qi lingering around it is thicker.
Xu Fengnian sneered: "I only wonder why you are not in the moral forest of Shangyin Academy and continue to pretend to be that blind old piano master."
The old scholar gently nodded and suddenly said: "No wonder you were prepared, it turns out that Xu Weixiong revealed the secret to you. You are really cautious enough, originally thinking that I was in the Shangyin Academy to the woman surnamed Yu Just follow, you shouldn’t treat me as an enemy. It’s a pity that Tantai Calm won’t help you now, letting your organs come out one after another, in the end everything will be empty and everything will stop."
Xu Fengnian holds a cold knife in his left hand, with a horizontal knife in front.
The **** of his right hand are brought together and gently wiped on the back of the knife.
The old man smiled and said: "The worm shakes the tree."
Xu Fengnian replied: "There is a disciple of your Confucianism, but he says he is respectable and irresponsible."
The old man waved his sleeves: "Isn't it because I misunderstood the children?"
Xu Fengnian put **** together and stopped at the tip of the knife.
In silence, the cold knife is like a talisman.
Gao Shulu was once "closed" by this style.
The old scholar is still calm~IndoMTL.com~ I glanced at the previously indifferent Beiliang Knife, and now it seems to contain endless Taoism. On the sharp blade, there is a dark dragon with a faintly surging beard. drag.
But the old man is still in the mood to praise: "It's very interesting."
The person in front of Xu Fengnian should have been dead for 800 years.
Especially when the Dafeng dynasty was founded, the status of Confucianism rose, and in subsequent dynasties, this person was revered as the most sacred teacher by the king!
Countless civil servants, no matter whether they are named in history or not, they will accompany them during their lifetimes, which is regarded as the supreme glory!
Zhangjiasheng Mansion, Longhushan Tianshi Mansion, the north and the south are called Saint Eight Hundred Years.
But no one really thinks that the Zhao family can match the Zhang family, especially in the hearts of scholars in the world, the Zhao family of Yu Yiqing might not even be worthy to carry shoes to the Zhang family.
This humble old scholar.
It is the first generation of Zhang family saint!