Looking at the white clothes that walked away from the Hongqiao, Wei Wuya wanted to cry without tears.

Because the Confucian True Immortals around him were looking at him coldly, he was not Li Chunqiu who could treat the six True Immortals as nothing.

Facing Liudao's cold gaze, Wei Wuya smiled awkwardly.

"I said I'm just talking, how many seniors believe it?"

"If you don't have any evil thoughts, how can you say such a lie?"

Zi Xia, who was injured, opened his mouth and said, it wasn't that he didn't believe Wei Wuya.

There is no way, Li Chunqiu said that Wei Wuya is the first gentleman of Da Chu, although it is a joke, but it can also reflect how famous he is in this world.

The reputation of the first gentleman of Great Chu had crossed the borders of Qi Chu early, and Wei Wuya had made it difficult to say that black was white, and it was categorically difficult to say this clearly.

"I really jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't wash it clean. ”

Wei Wuya raised his head, a flash of the thought of fleeing from here flashed in his heart, but this thought was completely extinguished by him as soon as it arose.

Before he saw Li Chunqiu's strength, he could still pin his hopes on his father's 200,000 Great Chu elites, but now he was really not sure that the 200,000 Great Chu elites would be able to settle this matter.

Wei Wuya looked at the Hongqiao that disappeared in the distance, and the figure that disappeared on Bailu Mountain, as if he was thinking.

After pondering for a moment, he stood up, as if he had figured out something.

"Since you don't believe it, then I will simply go up the mountain to rob a female gentleman, and I can't bear this infamy in vain. ”

"You dare?" Zi Xia glared at Wei Wuya.

Wei Wuya spread his hands, sighed, and said helplessly:

"I dare to go, I used to be a gentleman, but now I am forced to be a gentleman, and my life is estimated to be the life of a gentleman. ”

There are words in it, but they are vague and incoherent.

Wei Wuya arched his hand at the six Confucian True Immortals, then turned around and waved his hand, and said to the guards of his family: "Follow me up the mountain and see that Mr. Li Pujia Li who is the first in the world on the rouge list." ”

"I can't say, Mr. and I are in love, and it will be better to go directly to the palace when the time comes. ”

Wei Wuya didn't dare to do anything to these six Confucian true immortals, that Mr. Chunqiu didn't kill them, and he couldn't say what he would do to that master.

He didn't want to be at odds with Confucianism.

.........

Bailu Mountain, Confucius Forest, and bamboo forest are washed by clouds and rain, and thousands of fragrances are swept away.

Li Chunqiu followed the Hongqiao up and fell into the bamboo forest, and in front of him was the top at this time, the Confucian master who had been in the world for 2,000 years.

The Confucian master was wearing a Confucian shirt, with a sword hanging on his waist, and Mingyu was in his arms, and he was caressing the nine-stringed piano at this time.

Li Chunqiu, dressed in white, fell from the top of the Hongqiao, and then the colorful colors behind him slowly dispersed, he looked back at the scenery of Bailu Mountain, and said:

"The white deer bamboo shadow is thousands of years, and the cloud lock peak water is artesian, and it is really comfortable. ”

The master gathered the sound of the harp, put the nine-stringed instrument on his lap on the stone table, and said with a smile:

"Others are avoided, but you directly killed Bailu Mountain, Bailu Mountain under a Kunpeng, can be the law of the world, but I can't let you pass this level after all. ”

Li Chunqiu smiled, his Tao never needs to be given by others, God does not give it, I take it myself.

"You have been sitting at the top for too long, and I have helped to open the way for the people of this world. ”

Li Chunqiu opened his mouth as if he was pointing, he looked at the master quietly, even if he was a master of the three calamities and one realm, he was confident that he could fight with it.

Hearing this, the master's eyes flashed with surprise, and he looked at Li Chunqiu carefully and said:

"We've been sitting there for too long, so let's try it if you want to. ”

Confucianism has a way, there are guests who come, don't bully guests because of the big lord, the master waited for Li Chunqiu to take the lead, this is the Confucian style, but also his courage for two thousand years.

Li Chunqiu looked at the mountains and bamboos, shook his head, and said:

"This place is too small, ascend to heaven and fight. ”

"Yes!"

On Bailu Mountain, the breeze is still the same, the sun is in the sky, and there is no smoke and rain in the old days.

One blue and one white, two rays of light rose to the sky, and in an instant, the wind rose again, and the world changed greatly.

Wei Wuya's group, who had just climbed halfway up the mountain, saw a strong wind rise between heaven and earth.

"Is this a fight?" Wei Wuya looked at the nine heavens from afar, but the clouds and mist of heaven and earth rose out of thin air, and the electric light reflected the entire heaven and earth with an indescribable solemnity.

"Who is this Mr. Chunqiu?"

When Wei Zifu heard this, he stepped forward and replied:

"Mr. Nangong Chu of Fengtian Pavilion can't find out his identity, but Mr. Nangong Chu once said that he is a figure who has reached the top of heaven and earth. ”

Wei Wuya looked at the pitch-black sea of clouds entrenched on top of Bailu Mountain, and said with a complicated expression:

"The best in the world, it's really enviable!"

.........

Above the nine heavens, the master rode a white deer and looked at Li Chunqiu from a distance, and the thunder gave birth to purple glory in the world.

The master had white hair and a childish face, and his hair was as long as snow, he looked at Li Chunqiu and said:

"You haven't survived the catastrophe yet, if you don't come to this White Deer Mountain, you can't really have a chance to survive the catastrophe, the world of enlightenment, although the people of my three sects think that this world is not suitable for another preacher, but if there is really one, then I will pinch my nose and admit it. ”

The master seems to want Li Chunqiu to succeed in preaching, but he doesn't want Li Chunqiu to succeed in preaching, contradictory but unified.

Li Chunqiu smiled when he heard this, he looked at the vast heaven and earth and said:

"My way is to overcome obstacles and obstacles, and there is no advance or retreat. ”

The blue brilliance of the void distorted the void, revealing an unrivaled domineering.

Seeing this, the master nodded.

"I see, the old man understood. ”

After the words fell, the Confucian master said:

"Be careful!"

Riding on the master of the white deer, in the middle of the opening, he suddenly stretched out a hand, and a ring ruler appeared in the void, and he picked up the ring ruler and hit it.

The Master softly spat out a word:

"Robbery!"

The sea of thousands of miles turned into a complete sea of thunder in an instant, crazy, furious, symbolizing the destruction of everything, this is the power of calamity, and it is also the power of the great monks of the realm of enlightenment and man-made disasters.

In the hands of Confucian masters, this is the precept of education.

I am the calamity, educating the good and evil of all beings, the king is holy, and the world is returned to it.

If you don't obey, you don't respect education.

Between the vast heaven and earth, no one can save you.

"Boom!" The heavens and the earth seemed to collapse in an instant, and the master in white rode a white deer, holding a ring ruler on it, looking at the riotous thunder sea, thunder suddenly rose, and the heavens and the earth were chaotic.

"Why bother?"

A sigh just rose, and in the sea of thunder, a vision suddenly rose, and the blue brilliance was like the North Sea that broke the embankment, and the unparalleled mana couldn't even trap the calamity.

On the White Deer Mountain, the dark rain and fog, and the occasional thunder seem to symbolize the arrival of the end of the world.

"Is this still a human being?" Wei Wuya scolded, he could be regarded as having seen many masters in the army, but under the battle between Li Chunqiu and the Confucian master, he was as lonely and unheard of as a lower riba person.

"Those who can step into the realm of immortals can actually be called immortals. ”

Wei Zifu seemed to know something, and he explained to Wei Wuya.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the sea of clouds coiled above Bailu Mountain suddenly emitted a terrifying thunder, and all the iron tools on the entire Bailu Mountain seemed to feel some irresistible suction, and rushed towards the void.

The next moment, countless thunderbolts slashed into the peaks next to Bailu Mountain, and the lightning seemed to be terrifying swords slashing along the peaks.

Before waiting for a moment, the poor mountains around Bailu Mountain collapsed, the whole earth was shaking, and the bamboo forest on Bailu Mountain was shaken and staggered.

Wei Wuya hugged the bamboo beside him, and couldn't say a word for a long time, where is this still fighting?

Before Bailu Mountain had returned to its tranquility, the ink-black rain and mist suddenly burst into a dazzling blue brilliance.

The entire heaven and earth seemed to have lost the concept of day and night in an instant, and the dazzling dazzling brilliance could be seen on the border of the Chu State far away from Bailu Mountain.

It's like there's an extra sun in the sky.

Da Chu looked at the blue sun in the distance side by side, his expression was solemn, how long has it been since there has been such a thing in the world?