Situ Xing wants to follow the example of the ancient sages to establish the Beidi Academy, whether it is the human race, the demon race, or the Wu clan, as long as they admire Confucianism, they can come to learn, it is truly educational.

And because of this ...

At this moment, his heart was unprecedentedly peaceful.

At this moment, his heart and the ancient saint have never been closer...

The names of ancient saints are no longer cold symbols in his heart, but flesh-and-blood creatures.

Every saint has his own joys, sorrows, and temperaments, but they all have a common goal, that is:

Educate the common people!

There is no class to teach!

Every saint is like a giant candle that burns itself and illuminates the darkness!

It is precisely because of this that the image of each saint is extraordinarily magnificent, and even thousands of years later, they are still like lighthouses, guiding the human race.

。。。

It turns out that this is what Confucius said about boundless love!

It turns out that this is what Lao Ran said about Taoism!

It turns out that this is the way that the saints have been pursuing and exploring tirelessly...

As Situ Xing's understanding of the Holy Dao deepened, the air stretched for thousands of miles, as if the Milky Way's aura suddenly rolled up. Waves are formed.

In an unknown space, the whole body is full of the aura of grandeur, as if illusory, and as if the real old man keeps preaching his golden mean.

Countless races of different forms, good and evil, surrounded the body, listening fascinated.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, the old man suddenly stopped lecturing. In his eyes, there was an unprecedented joy.

"Teacher!"

"Why are you so happy?"

The disciple who was listening to the lecture below couldn't help but ask with curiosity on his face when he saw the unprecedented joy in the old man's eyes.

"I'm not alone!"

"I'm not alone!"

"Thousands of years later, someone finally realized the Great Dao!"

"I'm not alone!"

The old man with a simple face gently slapped his palm with a ring ruler, shook his head and admired with joy on his face. At last, the old gentleman opened his mouth and burst out laughing.

As he laughed loudly, several planets that were huge, several times the size of the Earth in the previous life, and whose surfaces were covered with hard rocks, were shattered and annihilated in the sound waves because they could not bear it.

Whether it was the disciples around him, or the demons, his face couldn't help but change greatly, no one thought that this old man who had not moved for a thousand years, but was just lecturing, would be so terrifying, just laughter could shatter the planet.

The old man also seemed to realize that he had lost his temper, and looked at the annihilated planet, and his eyes couldn't help but show a trace of unspeakable apology. But the smile on his face was still so obvious.

"Come on!"

"I'm waiting for you here, my junior!"

A pure aura flew out of his fingers, breaking the shackles of space, and instantly appeared in the sky above Beijun. In the end, it was like a nine-day galaxy pouring down.

"It's!"

Feeling the change in the empty Chinese qi, everyone looked up in surprise.

Not only did the Wu people look up at the sky, but even the entire Northern County was shocked by this momentum.

Fu Juren, dressed in a cyan Confucian costume, with a clear face and white beard, stood in the courtyard, looking at the air with a shocked face.

Because he felt the breath of the saints in the air.

It is not the kind of wood carving clay sculpture in the Temple of Literature, but the living saints.

Did the saint really not fall?

"All the saints are welcome?"

"How is this possible?"

"Could it be that someone broke the shackles of heaven and earth and became an unprecedented Confucian sage?"

"Could it be Hong Xuanji? Did he take a crucial step after all?"

is different from Fu Juren's subtlety, Huang Haifeng, who is separated by a wall, has to show a lot of ease.

"Hurry!"

"Hurry!"

"Happy!"

"Happy!"

"Is someone in my Confucianism finally going to take that step?"

"This is a pleasure, this situation and this scene are all white!"

"Come on, bring wine to the old man!"

。。。

Not only Beijun, but even on the Confucian Holy Mountain, there were countless people who looked up in shock, after all, this time the movement of the Wen Qi was too big. And among them, there is also an ancient holy will.

This situation is unprecedented in hundreds of years.

Hong Xuanji, dressed in a cyan Confucian costume and wearing a Bo crown on his head, stood in front of Bailu Academy with a resolute face, looking up at the sky, his eyes full of indescribable envy:

"Is someone going to take that step after all?"

"What is the last step of the Holy Path?"

"Mountain Master!"

"Do you need to visit, after all, everyone is in the Confucian lineage?"

Looking at Hong Xuanji, who was full of envy, the disciple next to him asked tentatively.

"The way of the other is not the way of mine!"

Listening to the disciple's words, Hong Xuanji's eyes couldn't help flashing a trace of intention, but in the end, he still shook his head resolutely and said without any hesitation.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

It was like the Nine Heavens Milky Way, and it was like a waterfall in Lushan Mountain, roaring down, wrapping Situ Xing's whole person into it.

Under the nourishment and watering of Wenqi, every cell in Situ Xing's body let out a happy moan. Moaning. But the most important change still happened in his sea of knowledge.

Not only has the lake-like sea of Wenqi been expanded a lot, but even the Wenqu Star who has not moved for a long time is also shining.

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Wenqu Xing kept trembling, and a trace of white Wen Qi diffused.

The tone in the air is fused with Situ Xing's own tone. It forms a brand-new, majestic, like a great river.

With the birth of this culture.

The countless poetry classics in Situ Xing's mind automatically rose up without wind, and the pages of the book turned one by one, and the words protruded one by one.

Words float in the air, shining brightly.

Countless articles crossed his mind, and countless words and hadiths burned abruptly.

Countless saints stood in the air, looking at Situ with expectant eyes.

Affected by this atmosphere, Si Tu's mouth opened slightly...

It was as if something was stuck in his throat, like a fish in his throat, which made him feel unhappy not to vomit.

"Say!"

"Say!"

Seeing the mouth squirming, everyone's eyes were full of anxiety, and they couldn't step forward, break his mouth, and let him make a Hongmeng sound.

However, they also know that this kind of thing cannot be rushed.

They had no choice but to wait quietly, waiting for the Torturer to realize the Supreme Dao, and for the Torturer to break the shackles and proclaim the Holy Word.

I don't know how long it took, but the tone in the air was washed several times like a wave.

Situ Xing's mouth still didn't open, and everyone's eyes showed unconcealable disappointment, just when everyone thought that Situ Xing's accumulation was insufficient, and it would definitely not be possible to break the shackles, Situ Xing's mouth, which had not moved for a long time, suddenly opened, and made a sound like thunder with overwhelming momentum.