The two Confucian students in Tsing Yi, one put the bamboo pole he carried with him in a crack in a stone, and the other took out a flag from the bag and hung it on the silk rope of the bamboo pole. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The white-clothed Confucian took a few steps back, stood on a big stone and said, "Fellow villagers, a few of us are Confucian stewards. Confucianism takes the salvation of all mankind as its own responsibility, and the worries of the world are worried, and the joys of the world are happy. Don't seek longevity, but seek no regrets in your life, don't fight fiercely, and wake up with benevolence and righteousness. We have always pursued that the king should be benevolent, the courtiers should be loyal, and the people should be patriotic. We hope that more folks who support our concept will join us, and we are not limited to the age of Confucianism, whether it is an octogenarian or a yellow-mouthed child, you can join the ......"

After the two Confucian students in Tsing Yi finished their work on the flagpole, they took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and placed them on the boulder, so that it was convenient for someone to fill in the information when they registered.

The white-clothed Confucian is like a river, constantly selling Confucianism, but there are a sea of people in front of him, but none of them are tempted.

The crowd of people who were close to these Confucian scholars remained silent except for turning around and watching coldly, and everyone looked at each other, and they all shook their heads in disinterest, and they didn't talk much. He didn't say much indifferently, and he didn't make much move. But the crowd in a little farther away couldn't figure out what was going on here, so they began to rush this way.

Confucianism does not advocate fighting for the strong, nor does it seek immortality, and hopes for world peace, but it is not welcomed by the world. Compared with Zhang Yang's situation on Earth, Confucianism has indeed declined in this world. Who wouldn't care that the Confucianism millions of years ago was a great sect of immortal cultivators who could compete with the Daomen?

Suddenly, there was movement on the other side, and someone was heard shouting, "It's finally here." ”

There was a wave of booze in the crowd, and someone took the lead and began to squeeze east. Drove a large number of people to move.

Some people in the middle squeezed outside, but those who were originally outside squeezed in. Soon after, this is not a small range of people equivalent to a cycle of half a week to change positions.

But there are too many people, and they are crowded, and in the end, many people don't know which side to squeeze into?

There were some smart people who noticed that the people outside were smiling and squeezing in, knowing that things had changed, and it must be different from what they imagined, so they stopped and stopped squeezing out. And some curious, if they have to get to the end, after squeezing out, it happens that it is not the Taoist Gate and the Momen, but the Confucian Gate that they are not interested in, so they want to squeeze it back. But it was too late, and it was already filled.

So these people cried out. Some began to scold their mothers. And blame these Confucian people for being liars. But when I thought that people would show up their signboards as soon as they came, where to start with the word deception, I could only think that I was unlucky. But they all sighed, and they were very disdainful of Confucian cultivators in their words.

It's no wonder that everyone looks down on Confucian cultivators. Because they all think that Confucianism has no future, let alone being an official in the future, now the dynasty is in charge of the princes, the princes manage the generals, the generals are in charge of the military power and the place, there are not many civil official positions at all, worship into Confucianism, if once you can't be an official, you will be useless, no matter how much you read books, you will become a powerless scholar, you can't protect yourself, you can't work, you can't work. After all, reading can't be eaten.

There are too many people in the world who pay attention to reality. Confucianism is useless, and this view is too popular. Be a violent illiterate person without culture, and don't be a Confucian student.

However, Momen, transcendent above the countries, Momen rangers are all over the world, many rich businessmen and rich owners will ask Mo cultivators to be bodyguards, the most important thing is that now the princes are divided, each of them is stationed in the army, and the war is about to break out, and the military camps of the major princes will invite the Moji to be the head of the sect, train the soldiers, or directly become a general.

And Taoist cultivation is even more awesome, not only can he cultivate to be immortal, but he can also have a great magical power to kill demons and eliminate demons, and even more can master the blessings and disasters of the world. As a result, Taoist cultivation was very popular with the emperors of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the princes of various countries.

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Of course, what happened in the east, Zhang Yang, who was far away in the west, could not know, so he did not know that the Confucian people had arrived.

On Zhang Yang's side, about half an hour passed. There was a whistling sound in the sky, and a large crowd suddenly woke up as if they were asleep, and they all stretched out their heads to look at the sky in a hurry.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a black shadow flying rapidly towards this side in the sky. As it got closer and closer, the black shadow appeared in the shape of a large bamboo raft, but this bamboo raft was supposed to be traveling in the water, how did it run into the air?

The next moment, the bamboo raft reached about ten zhang in the sky, and everyone found that there were three red solid wood square tables on the bamboo raft flying in the sky, and behind each table sat a man in ink. The bamboo raft flew over Zhang Yang in a moment.

The bamboo raft kept spinning in the air, spinning a peaceful whirlwind, which smoothly moved the people under the bamboo raft away, vacating a piece of land, and then the bamboo raft fell down and landed steadily.

At this time, there was warm applause all around, and like thunder, it rolled on the ground and did not stop for a long time. The sea of people began to boil, the applause subsided, and the noise and shouts rose one after another.

It can be seen that the appearance of Momen is indeed amazing, and it has been full of praise.

After the bamboo raft fell, the three people above were as steady as Mount Tai and never moved to the slightest. I saw the ink-clothed man on the left with a green belt around his waist stand up, and walked out easily holding a huge bluestone on the bamboo raft behind him.

Someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed, this piece of bluestone weighs more than a thousand catties, and it is difficult for four big men to carry it, but this person actually gently held it out with one hand, how can it not be surprising?

The man in ink seemed to see everyone's surprise. Smile with satisfaction. So I took the boulder around the field for a week, so that everyone could touch it and look at it to see if it was different from the bluestone in everyone's mind.

After the authenticity of the bluestone was verified, the people in Tsing Yi put the boulder in the center of the field. Suddenly, with a slap of the palm, the bluestone broke into two.

Some quacks recognized the origin of this palm and exclaimed, "Wow, open the mountain palm." ”

Those who don't understand are also shocked: this time you have to shoot people back? There was another round of applause.

The ink-clothed man smiled, grabbed half of the bluestone with his right hand, which was also hundreds of catties, and gently threw it up, waiting for the moment it fell. The two palms slapped to the middle, and they were slapping on the bluestone, and suddenly there was a burst of dust, and it turned out that the man in Tsing Yi had slapped the boulder into powder.

Everyone was stunned, staring at the big eyes of hard and believable, and even forgot to applaud.

The man in ink only smiled. He continued to hold up the other half of the bluestone, and after walking around the field for a week, he also gently threw it up, and slapped his palms in the middle when he fell. Everyone thought that this bluestone would be like before, and it would become powder.

But this time, after a "snap" sound, there was not a single dust flying. Subsequently, he only heard the sound of small pebbles falling on the bamboo raft. In addition to the one that fell to the ground, he also grabbed a small pebble the thickness of his thumb in each of his hands.

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