The man in green shirt stepped on this troubled world.
The middle-aged bachelor's head was stepped on, his hands rested on the ground, spiritual power gushed out, and he wanted to stand up, but he was firmly stepped on and could not move.
Chen Jiu looked down at him, "If Confucianism is very knowledgeable, why do you become bullshit?"
The middle-aged bachelor struggled desperately, without saying a word.
The surrounding crowd dispersed in horror. Looking at the green-clothed guest, they felt that today was too horrifying. Someone dared to beat the scholar from the academy!
This is real treason!
The middle-aged scholar became anxious, snorted, and roared angrily, "Scholar Meng, hurry up and help me!"
The scholar with red and phoenix eyes not far away walked forward leisurely, squinted his eyes at Chen Jiu and said with a smile: "Can you let go of your feet?"
The green-shirted guest also smiled at the scholar with red phoenix eyes, "Come and try?"
The scholar's smile widened, and he stretched out his hand a little forward, and the sky and the earth rippled, falling on the blue-clothed guest.
The surrounding world changes, the fragrance of ink protrudes, the stream of the farmhouse fades out, the bamboo emerges, the yellow dog barks, and the scholar with red phoenix eyes sits on an old chair, looking at him and smiling.
Learning palace literary talents, changing the world!
The golden light in Qingshanke's pupils swelled a little, and he smashed the black bamboo beside him with his fist, punching a hole in the pastoral ink bamboo painting that was equivalent to half a small world, revealing a glimmer of light.
The scholar with Danfeng eyes smiled slightly, and the hole was filled with the fragrance of ink again, and it returned to its original state.
On the piece of black bamboo, pure white flowers bloomed, the spring rain was abundant, the brook rolled up, suddenly expanded, and the torrent surged up, enveloping the person in the green shirt.
The scholar Dan Fengyan held a cup of black tea in his hand, steamed it, blew it for a while, and took a sip.
This Hong Bo didn't hurt people very much, but the effect of restraint was excellent, like a water prison, trapping the monk's fist spirit and aura, making him unable to move.
Dan Fengyan is a scholar, a scholar of palace literature, Meng Yu of Qijing, the best at landscape painting, as soon as he enters Jindan, he will be directly promoted from a bachelor to a lecturer, and he will be on a par with Yuanying.
The scholar with Danfeng eyes suddenly raised his head in surprise, the flood wave was lifted with one hand, and a golden figure walked out slowly, walking on the waves, with golden lines spreading around the corners of his eyes.
Meng Yu smiled wryly, he really didn't want to fight, but he definitely couldn't let the man in the blue shirt go out, otherwise, seeing his resentful posture, wouldn't he beat the middle-aged scholar outside to death if he went out?
So he got up slowly, and the black rocking chair behind him drifted away with the wind, the autumn wind was bleak, and the black bamboos around him suddenly turned golden, with a sense of chilling.
He smiled at Chen Jiu and said, "Let's discuss."
A figure of golden light swung away Hong Bo, and charged suddenly!
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Tao Li stood by the Taoist pond, looking up into the distance, with his right hand resting slightly on the hilt of his sword, and if something was wrong, he drew his sword immediately, stopping the time for a hundred miles.
As a senior brother, if the junior brother is not wrong, then it is really a lesson that I can't bear at all.
At least he had to be taught a lesson to his brother before he taught his brother a lesson.
I believe that Master thinks the same way, and the ability to protect one's weaknesses is in the same line.
There was also Si Ye, who was in charge of a lineage of scholars in the academy, watching. He frowned slightly at the middle-aged bachelor, and felt that although this person did a good job of learning in books, he lacked a lot of human touch, and the knowledge he produced was natural. That is flashy, can only be seen, not used.
Si Ye shook his head, but he was quite worried again. Nowadays, there is a lot of disputes in the academy, mainly because the second military school and the Confucian school of governance are too different.
The mainstream of Confucianism advocates the practice of benevolence as the foundation, and formulates some small rules for some cities to restrain the human world, but it is only to restrain the human world, and does not care about the people on the mountain.
In particular, the higher the cultivation level of the immortals on the mountain, the greater their freedom. If the great monks kill some mortals, as long as they don't destroy a city, the Confucian schools will turn a blind eye.
And even if the Great Cultivator destroyed a city and was recorded by the Confucian Academy, as long as he was willing to go to the Canglan Sea to kill monsters, he would still be able to make up for it. Anyway, mortals in the world can be killed endlessly, and these Great Cultivators are the ones who can kill monsters. Nothing.
The knowledge of military strategists is completely different from Confucianism, emphasizing that the great cultivators should be strictly guarded. If there are too many murders for no reason, they will be detained and sent to Canglanhai to become prisoners to resist the monster clan. If they refuse to contribute, then they will be killed directly. up.
At the same time, the military strategists have also established many golden rules and jade rules that must be obeyed by the big sects on the mountain. If there is any violation, they will be imprisoned in the slightest and beheaded in the serious ones. It is to kill these immortals and obey the rules!
Therefore, many sects on the mountain are actually hostile to military strategists, and they don't look very good when they meet each other on weekdays.
Compared with other peak scholars, the number of military monks is much smaller, but all of them are real great monks, who are the best at fighting among the schools of thought, have the most sword repair, and their knowledge is also highly praised by many scholars, so they can stand firmly The second place in the academy.
It's just that the contradiction between the military school and the Confucian school is getting bigger and bigger, and there are endless arguments. There are even horrifying scenes of the ancestor fighting, let alone his disciples.
There are some signs of disintegration in the academy. I only hope that the military school and Confucianism can reconcile by then, and their respective learnings will be combined to learn from each other. It would be great.
This Si Ye, who was already in the eleventh realm, suddenly looked up, and the martial arts of heaven and earth were frantically pushing towards that city, and the momentum was extremely huge.
The city was suddenly quiet, the long river of time was at a standstill, and the passers-by were all terrified, standing still on the spot.
Tao Li, who was standing beside the Taoist pond, had already slightly drawn his sword half a foot, stopped the time in the city, and said to Si Ye in his heart, "Mr. Trouble."
With a flick of his sleeves, the schoolmaster Siye turned the world around, the location of the city and an open space were reversed, and they arrived at a safe place.
Only then did Tao Li retract the sheath, time passed, and the pedestrians in the city continued to look terrified.
Martial luck is coming, and it is still crazily crowded.
In the landscape painting, Chen Jiuqing's shirt was mostly in tatters, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, his body was shaking with fists, and his face was carved with golden patterns and clouds. Looking at the scholar with red phoenix eyes, he spit bloody saliva, and didn't bother to ask back.
"That's it?"
The scholar Danfengyan frowned, why this person can't be beaten, let alone defeated, he has already shot with all his strength, and he doesn't hide his clumsiness at all, why this person is getting more and more energetic, it's a bit mysterious.
Chen Jiu exhaled.
There are collapses around the landscape painting, and wisps of martial arts rush in crazily, surrounding the guest in the blue shirt, covering and fisting, filling the space between the landscape painting.
The man in green shirt took a slight step, his martial arts trembled, and with a crisp sound, the landscape painting suddenly collapsed.
He looked up at the scholar Dan Fengyan, and smiled slightly, "You deserve a beating when you smile."
A flash of golden light rose from the ground, and with the martial arts intent all over his body, he directly drove the scholar with red phoenix eyes back thousands of meters, drawing a deep ravine.
The corner of the Danfengyan scholar's mouth was bleeding slightly, and he wiped it with his hand, his eyes were narrowed, and there was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
On top of Chen Jiu's head, there was a huge black mountain.
On this day, a guest in green shirts chiseled the mountain, punched the scholar, and got a few teeth.