At this point in time, there is no martial arts organization called the "Public Court".

This was supposed to happen in the future. When the Zhonglie Mansion where the martial arts justice is located is involved in the past grievances and disappears, there will naturally be another external force to pull the three sects into the game and take over the Wat family to preside over the justice of the martial arts. Du Fanglin only mentioned the possibilities in the future, and Shulou Longsu naturally substituted for the martial arts situation, recognizing the third force lurking in secret.

In fact, in addition to the Demon Realm, there are no longer a few lurkers. Du Fanglin didn't say much, he knew in his heart that it must not be the same as the force that Shulou Longsu was referring to. However, the retreat of the Chungliefu is imperative, and the emergence of public courts is also an inevitable trend. As long as he doesn't do anything and doesn't pull the cause and effect into it, what should happen will continue to happen.

"That's my condition." Du Fanglin said, "It can allow Confucianism to intervene in the dominant position of martial arts again." In any case, the intentions of the public court were good, and if the three religions were to be put in a disadvantageous position just because of the leaders, he would not be happy with such a situation.

Introducing Confucianism into the world is a win-win situation. Fuyanshan has its own sources and will not put forward unfounded conditions. Shulou Longsu didn't answer the conversation, and said leisurely: "The matter is big, for the Spring and Autumn Period, isn't it also an opportunity?" "The sky is still bright, and there is less trouble with the arrogant red dust, and the Confucian dragon head is gone, and there is enough time to spend here. On the contrary, the other party has limited time and does not stay for a long time, which is a disadvantage for negotiations.

"I'm here, it's the best opportunity for Linque." What should be said has been said, what are you still doing here, Du Fanglin folded the fan in his hand and raised it outward, "How to choose, the building should be in good shape; Withdraw the tea and send it off! ”

With a flash of light, the illusion dissolves, and the surrounding scenery changes instantly. As soon as the words fell, there was no room for turning around, and it was already a wilderness. In the blink of an eye, the entire Chongqiu Court had disappeared in front of Shulou Longsu, leaving only the ancient porcelain cup in his hand.

"Master." The stunned Mu Xianfeng suddenly appeared on the side, and the same was sent out of the mountain by a magic spell. There is no road in the deep mountains in front of you, only strange rocks in the forest, birds hovering on the top of the white clouds, and there is no jade step to the Confucian court. A gust of wind came intentionally, Shulou Longsu took advantage of the situation to let go, and the tea cup went away with the wind in an instant, and the light disappeared in an instant. The man said that it was a withdrawal of tea, and it was really very thorough.

"Huh." The purple fan covered his face, and the Confucian voice was interesting, "Turn around the Longmen Road." Rather than dancing with it, Shulou Longsu is more willing to spend time talking about the future trend of the Spring and Autumn Linque, compared to the bird's nest, the future can be expected to take the chestnut in the fire, I am afraid it is the greatest benefit of mutual cooperation: "Huayang is red at the beginning of the Hongmen, the building is changing, and the dragon lin does not reduce its style; Purple gold flute, white jade qin, the palace lantern is in full bloom at night, and you can drink a leisurely life! ”

Forcibly sent away Shulou Longsu.

The bluebird brought a peach blossom and landed on the ink-colored fan bone.

The Confucian scribe who had served tea before reappeared at the foot of the stairs and stood calmly with his hands down. After the dissolution of the Spring and Autumn Lin Pavilion, Fuyan Mountain only left the fourth floor of the pavilion of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the people who originally belonged to the Ming Que were transferred to the court of Chongqiu to wait for the opportunity, and Lantai Xuanshi was one of them.

"What's the matter?" Du Fanglin asked.

Lantai bowed, "Among the four Yage, the traitor Fu Leshu has entered the demon realm for the third time, can the master have a decision?" "Confucian scribes are from the Ming Dynasty and are responsible for external liaison and secret affairs. The Spring and Autumn Linque has its own secret outside, but its whereabouts are more secret than those in Jufeng, and he only contacts the young master of the dark que. In the Ming Que, on the Lantai, there are three auxiliary ministers. The identity of the auxiliary minister is a secret, and only the head of the division knows about it. Therefore, in the court of Chongqiu, Lantaixuan has the highest status in history, so he was able to meet Du Fanglin.

"Wait."

No surprises, no fluctuating tone.

But Lantai Xuanshi still wanted to say and stopped, "The head of the division." ”

Du Fanglin glanced over.

"In the past, the ten disciples of Fuyan were just external tricks, and the master didn't have to mind because of this."

Lantai actually wanted to be comforted, but the scribe knew in his heart that his inkstone master was living a sober and calm life, and it was impossible for him to make a mistake. Du Fanglin bowed his head, accepted his words, and said patiently: "In the past, spiders were used as nets, and today's people learn to relieve them." Those who want the left are left, those who want the right are right, those who want to be high are high, and those who want to be lower are down, and I take those who commit crimes. "The net is open on three sides. Whether this story has ever existed or not, it has now been written into the Spring and Autumn Ten Volumes, and it is already a fact in the bitter situation. What should we do to be said to be not violating the right path and living up to our original heart? Those who deserve to die have their own destiny, and he has ordered people to remove the snare on three sides, and if they still embark on the road of no return, then they should die!

"No problem."

Taking the peach blossom and sniffing it, Du Fanglin said, "You go to it." ”

Lantai's shoulders were slightly loose, and he retreated with his hands covered. The entire atrium fell silent, no one spoke up, and no student dared to speak out. In terms of rules, the Confucian world is by no means comparable to the court of Chongqiu, which was once the difference between the dragon head and the inkstone.

Education must be stricter in order to regulate the behavior of the doormen. The high position of the capable should also be within a certain range of rules. The old Confucian system has its own reason for existence, and the so-called restraint is actually to protect the interests of the superior themselves.

Du Fanglin lightly combed the bluebird feathers with a fan. The traitor only appears with his acquiescence. The ending of Fu Leshu was doomed a long time ago, but the people in the bureau couldn't see the whole picture clearly, and mistakenly thought that there was another way!

The net is open on three sides, but it's just a story.

In the darkness of the depths of the divine consciousness, the voice manifested by the evil record is like another side of man, as if mocking the truth and hypocrisy, always guiding the fall of man with another interpretation, and this time the darkness is still folded and lost.

"I have said that the means and the ends are always different."

Do you have to promote the way of life by yourself?

Let everyone seize the opportunity, even if there is only one point, but that point is all. In the process, he was able to obtain what he needed, which was his own wisdom. One cannot add to the mistakes of others because they are far superior in wisdom to others, because they have not stopped them. "Just because I see what I see in front of me doesn't mean it's my fault."

Du Fanglin said: "Even though it's sophistry, you still can't convince me!" ”

The demon in his heart couldn't convince his heart, so he had no choice but to continue to hide, waiting for the next opportunity. In this step-by-step questioning, the questions that I didn't want to see the truth and falsehood in the past hundred years were exposed one by one. Du Fanglin's expression did not move, the gentleman has three provinces a day, he should be grateful to the evil record.

The shadow under his feet moved, and a message came from the dust six dreams, and the shower had left the glazed fairyland.

Du Fanglin sighed silently. He didn't move, and the man disappeared and left. The court of Chongqiu was once again hidden between the green mountains and green barriers, and the bluebird lingered in his homeland, and with a clear sound, he took a message to the north. In the west of Chongqiu, not far from the countries of the Western Wilderness, there is a pulmon volcano hidden in the desert.

There was once a swordsman with a scar who abandoned a single-edged sword in the crater.

It took about three hundred years for that person to change his name and surname, from the Blade Realm to the Casting Realm, from the hand of the sword to the hand of the sword.

Shower was born in casting, and he doesn't think he's too talented. The name of the Heavenly Hand was chosen by Du Fanglin for him, with the meaning of encouragement. The earth and lungs are barren, and there is no greenery as far as the eye can see, which is just right for a person to calm down, forget everything, and concentrate on one thing.

The weather here is hot, and there is never a trace of rain. On the sand, the heat rises, and the hematite forging platform presses down on the mouth of the earth's lungs, and within three feet, even the air will burn with illusion. When Du Fanglin stepped here, he saw at a glance the shower with unkempt hair, open clothes, and fearless leaning on the side of the red iron forging platform to add weight to the hot mist with sweat.

Bite.

The Evil Knife was plunged into the sand, and the night-reborn flesh condensed into a silver mass was placed in front of the forge at the same time.

Du Fanglin said directly: "Combine cinnabar nephrite to cast a knife that can condense the body of this mercury." ”

"Cinnabar nephrite, you will provide it?" Showers are alive.

"Naturally."

"But after my old iron left the glazed fairyland, he suddenly understood why he wanted to laugh at Penglai." Sudden Yusheng still asked, "Xiao Du, you have to forge a sword with human life again!" He stood up and pulled out the evil knife without hesitation, but he took the silver ball into his palm and pressed it on the forging platform with his backhand. The mercury turned into a silver mist, corroding the calluses in his palms, but Shower was indifferent and seemed to be unconscious: "Is this question difficult to answer?" ”

"You're angry." Du Fanglin opened the folding fan, "It's not a sword." ”

"In my opinion, it is the sword." Sudden Yusheng turned around and clenched his fists, and with another punch, he slammed the silver mist held in his palm into the blade of the evil knife, "Take people's lives as the blade of the sword, force everyone to give in for it, and then smash the gate of the demon world - cinnabar nephrite and bring it!" ”

Without the slightest preparation, he ran to the Earth Lung Sword Platform, and Sudden Yusheng would never believe that Du Fanglin would be so unwise. It's like asking him to go to Xiaopenglai without any purpose, but in the end he left empty-handed. Casting Heaven Hand would rather believe that the very gentleman will suddenly stop chasing food one day, than believe that this person has no backhand.

Cinnabar nephrite has long been prepared.

As soon as he was sent to the forging platform, he was clenched into his fists and smashed randomly. Du Fanglin couldn't bear to hide his face with a folding fan, and every time he saw a shower of rain casting, he would feel that he would cherish the sword he gave him.

This is a tragic pain that Dao Sheng can't bear.

"Will Jin Bazhen die?" In the sound of Jin Ge, the sound of the shower came scatteredly.

"It's up to you to decide."

Du Fanglin closed the folding fan and stood upright, "I won't interfere, just wait!" "So, he came here to forge a sword first.

Wait for the glass fairyland to make a decision, and wait for the people in Jufeng to send a message.