"What's wrong?"

"What the hell is going on!"

"Why is Liu Python, who was arrogant and domineering just now, so much weaker?"

A common man looked at Liu Python, who was naked, with some suspicion.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Liu Python, who was still arrogant just now, after Situ Xing's soft reprimand, his whole body became a lot more sluggish.

The unruliness on his face has also become much less.

The people who were originally scolded and intimidated by him also suddenly had a breather, and after the class, a roar suddenly sounded in the silent environment.

"Troops!"

"The three armies have not moved,"

"The people of North County must pay the price!"

"No money!"

"We donate, if there is no food, we donate!"

"I can only defeat Kita-gun!"

"We just don't eat or drink, and we have to stay the course!"

The people seemed to be completely enraged, their faces were hideous, and they roared angrily. Some people couldn't help but step forward, clenched their fists tightly, and glared angrily at Liu Python.

Situ didn't stop it, just stood there and watched quietly.

In his eyes, the heaven and earth changed again, and the white above the people's heads, as if they were blown by the wind, the luck that would disperse was unexpectedly connected in bursts of roars, forming a behemoth like the ocean.

In this ocean, there are countless waves as tall as mountains roaring and rolling.

Even if Situ was punished, there was a sense of fear in his heart.

It's so powerful!

This kind of power, even above the dragon qi.

This kind of power, with the ability to overwhelm the mountains and the sea.

That's the power of the people.

"Water can carry a boat, and it can also capsize a boat!"

"I see!"

Situ Xing's eyes were foggy, and he muttered with emotion on his face.

"No wonder Meng Ke said that the people are precious, and the king is second!"

"The people seem to be humble, but they are the cornerstone of this country, if their strength is gathered together, it is very terrible, changing the dynasty, moving mountains and reclaiming the sea, it is all idle things!"

"I see!"

"I see!"

"It turns out that this is the people are precious, and this is the true meaning that water can carry a boat and capsize a boat!"

Situ Xing seemed to have realized something, the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and the thoughts in his mind became brighter as if they had been wiped with a white cloth.

The atmosphere in the air is even more tumbling, and the hundred saints sculpture in the Temple of Literature is even more roaring!

"This!"

"What's going on?"

Everyone couldn't help but subconsciously raise their heads and look at the air with shocked faces, not knowing what was going on.

Xiao He's face couldn't help but change greatly, and he looked at Si Tuxing with some shock. Because of the relative proximity, he heard some murmuring.

"Could it be that the change in the gathering of empty Chinese qi has something to do with the few words that Master Situ just said?"

Thinking of a possibility, the look of shock in Xiao He's eyes became even stronger.

I don't know how long it took, and the aura accumulated in the air suddenly tumbled.

An old Confucian with a high crown and a clear face stood in the air, and read aloud in a solemn voice:

The people are precious, and the community is secondary!

"What is this?"

Everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the sea of qi rolling in the air like a golden cloud.

Everyone was shocked.

But what shocked them the most was the projection of the saint in the sky.

"Meng Ke!"

"It's Meng Ke!"

"Yasheng!"

Looking at the sage with a clear face in the air, and Lang Lang's seemingly overwhelming sound of reading, the white-haired old Confucian was the first to react, knelt on the ground with excitement, and shouted loudly.

The reaction of others was even more violent, and many even fell to their knees and kept bowing. The face is full of piety.

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

With the tumbling of the literary atmosphere, the holy words of the saint were hung in the Temple of Literature, and the bronze bell weighing thousands of catties was buzzing when no one hit it.

The thick bell rang out for hundreds of miles, and the Bafu Confucian Temple seemed to be affected, or it was a chain reaction, and the bells rang one after another.

Even in Beijun and other places, there are many inductions.

"It's!"

"What the hell is going on?"

"Why did Wen Qi have such a big reaction?"

In the Beijun Confucian Temple, Kong Yingda, who was sacrificing wine, subconsciously raised his head, his eyes contracted, and he looked at the northern sky with a shocked face.

"Could it be that the new saint of the north has a new book published?"

Thinking of this, Kong Yingda's breathing suddenly became rapid.

You must know that Situ Xing is not only a feudal official, he is also a new sage recognized by Confucianism, and in terms of status, he is only under Hong Xuanji, the sage of the world.

Therefore, his every move has a great influence in Confucianism, so although the changes in Zhibei County are not as powerful as before, they are also seen by many people with hearts.

Countless carrier pigeons took to the air and flew in all directions. Countless people were alarmed, and countless people were restless, like ants on a hot pot.

However, none of this has anything to do with the prison sentence.

What he has to do now is to receive the empowerment of the Gentle.

I saw the spirit in the air tumbling, and finally turned into a long rainbow, pouring down like a tide.

There was also a sense of civility rising above Situ Xing's head, which became a state of introduction.

In the end, the two cultural spirits were handed over together, forming a trend of intersection.

The literary qi in Situ Xingwenhai, like the water of the source, began to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye.

1,000 feet, 2,000 feet, 3,000 feet, 5,000 feet...

With the pouring of Wenqi, Wenhai became bigger and bigger, and Situ Xing's eyes became brighter and brighter, and in the end, it was like a light bulb command, as if he could see through people's hearts.

For a while, no one dared to look at him.

This is the effect of spiritual transformation.

The thought of Situ Xing was washed away by the literary atmosphere and became more pure, like a baby girl. It's like a bottomless lake, but it's extremely pure.

Everything in the world can be reflected by him.

It is precisely for this reason that everyone has a feeling of being pierced.

"This!"

The clothes on his body were stripped naked, his arms were cut upside down, and his face was red, like Liu Python, who was like a red prawn, looked around with a frightened face. There was an indescribable fear in my heart.

He didn't expect that the people of Zhibei County would react so strongly to this matter.

He didn't expect that Situ Xing would break through again in this situation, and judging by his cultivation, he was infinitely close to the Great Confucian.

You must know that even in the Holy Mountain, Da Confucianism is the backbone.

What's more, Situ Xing is still different from ordinary Confucians, when he was in the Hanlin realm, his combat power was equal to that of Confucianism.

Now that he has broken through again, I am afraid that only some veteran Hongru can compete with him in Wendao.

"Your Excellency!"

"What should we do?"

The attendant, whose arms were also cut upside down, was also full of horror.

"How does it feel like you've done something wrong?"