Furui private school!

The plague lord looked at Mr. Furui and the students coldly!

"Read it to me, the Tao is the way, the Tao is very good, the name is famous, the name is ......!" The Plague Lord said in a deep voice.

"Huh?" Mr. Furui was at a loss.

"Didn't you hear what the plague lord said? Read! A purple-robed man behind him shouted.

"Oh, good, read, read! Let's read the ...... together! Mr. Furui suddenly panicked.

"Dao Ke Dao, very Dao Dao! The name is famous, the name is not famous! …………！ Mr. Furui and the students read it.

Of course, when I read it, the eyes of the students flashed with horror, and Mr. Furui also felt that something was not good, and this group of people did not seem to be friendly.

I am also going to apply for some funds from Yang Zhu Xuegong to repair the Gujing Private School, how can I ...... it now!

"Did you read it? Mouth! A man in purple slapped a child in the face.

"Ahh Woooooooooooooooo The boy was immediately thrown to the ground and began to cry.

"Epidemic King, Epidemic King, he's just a child, just a ......!" Mr. Furui suddenly said anxiously.

"Just what? Didn't you understand the order of the plague king? The man in purple who beat the child said coldly.

"I, I, good, good, I'll let him read!" Mr. Furui was suddenly horrified.

This group of children didn't understand, and Mr. Gujing's wife didn't understand when she stood aside tremblingly, but Mr. Gujing knew that this was the Epidemic King, in the Yang Zhu Xue Palace, a captain of the Law Enforcement Palace, who killed people without blinking. Back then, in the Yang Zhu Xue Palace, in the face of ordinary law enforcement members, Mr. Gujing couldn't afford to climb high, but now that the epidemic monarch personally led the team, Mr. Gujing didn't dare to disobey in the slightest.

Suddenly, Mr. Furui comforted the boy and made him cry and recite the Tao Te Ching.

Panic is easily contagious, Mr. Furui trembled, and a group of children were also frightened to cry, surrounded by a group of purple-clothed people in the center, reciting the Tao Te Ching.

The plague monarch stood in the courtyard, watching the recitation of this group of people, his face gloomy for a while.

"Epidemic King, it seems that there is no ideological atmosphere, including this private school gentleman, who has learned in a mess, and has not even condensed a little moral qi?" A man in purple asked curiously.

The man in purple saw his doubts, and the plague lord naturally saw it even more.

"A bunch of trash?" The Plague Lord frowned.

"Epidemic King, I have already found out clearly, this is a poor and remote place in Mongolia, but there are no scholars, there used to be a Confucian, I heard that the school palace was abolished under Qi Guoji, and then over the years, there is no more, so I arranged this private school point, responsible for passing on Yang Zhu Sage Avenue! It's a pity that this private school gentleman is also a fool and doesn't even have morality! Another man in purple stepped forward and said.

"Isn't it the plague lord they killed?" The purple-clothed man frowned.

"The plague king was seriously injured by Bian Que, his life is hanging by a thread, it shouldn't be too strong to kill him, that person understands Taoist thought and has the spirit of thought? It doesn't need to be too strong, just a little bit! The plague lord said in a deep voice.

"But in other places, there are no people who understand Taoist thought!"

"This group of people can only memorize dead books, but they don't have the breath of thought?"

A group of purple-clothed people were worried.

And Mr. Furui and a group of students are like fish under a knife, to be disposed of.

"It may not be that there is no ideological atmosphere, maybe it is deliberately concealed?" The plague lord narrowed his eyes.

"Huh?" The expressions of the purple-clothed people moved.

"The death of the plague monarch, I must go back to give an explanation to the hall master, I think, the plague monarch was severely injured by Bian Que, and died at the hands of the Gujing private school!" The plague monarch said lightly.

"No, no, we don't know what plague is, we don't know!" Mr. Furui exclaimed suddenly.

The law enforcement team often kills good and risky people! Mr. Furui knows, even if he knew before, who dares to say, it's a law enforcement team, aren't you afraid of death?

But now, this group of law enforcement teams wants to kill themselves and pretend to be credit?

The plague monarch glanced at Mr. Gujing, and said with a flat expression: "If you want to blame, blame the plague monarch for dying in your blindland!" Providence is like this, no one can blame it, and your death is also providential! Kill! ”

"No, don't!" Mr. Furui exclaimed, "Run, run!" ”

At the moment of death, Mr. Furui shouted for some reason for the students to flee.

But the students were already crying in fright, where did they hear Mr. Furui's shout.

"Groan!"

Just as a group of purple-clothed men drew their swords and were about to make a move. There was a burst of laughter outside the Furui private school.

"Hahahahahaha, this is the personal disciple of Yang Zhu Xuegong? What a personal disciple, killing good and risking merit, what he did was really clean! Is this what Yang Zhu sage taught? A loud laugh interrupted the action of the plague lord and the others.

"Who?" A group of purple-clad men turned their heads to look.

saw that outside the gate of Gujing Private School, Hui Shi was standing there with a group of white-clothed people, looking at the plague monarch with a sneer.

"In the next famous family Hui Shi, I have witnessed a good show of Yang Zhu's disciples, this group of innocent mountain village private schools is the real culprit you are pursuing? Ha, haha! Hui Shi laughed.

Hui Shi has also seen too many lives and deaths, but, watching a group of Yang Zhu disciples turn black and white upside down, he couldn't hold back after all, besides, a large number of famous disciples followed him, he turned a deaf ear today, how will the rest of the famous family see him in the future? Famous leaders also value fame.

"Hmph, I'm Yang Zhu Xuegong doing something, you dare to make trouble?"

"Celebrity? A small school of thought that also wants to guide us in doing things? ”

"Don't get out of here!"

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A group of purple-clothed people immediately scolded.

Only the plague king's eyes narrowed slightly: "You can't let them go!" ”

"What?" The crowd was puzzled.

"Although the famous family is a primary school, but, the famous people, many can reach the heavenly hall in various countries, the advantage of the famous family lies in eloquence, they have a certain right to speak, let them leave this time, they must 'slander' me Yang Zhu Xue Palace, so they can't stay!" The Plague King said coldly.

The plague monarch was also extremely crisp, and in an instant, he pulled out his long sword, and a sword light slashed towards Hui Shi.

"Keiko be careful!" The faces of the famous disciples changed.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, two famous disciples made a move, and they were able to block the sword that slashed towards Hui Shi. However, a group of purple-clothed people killed them in an instant.

For a time, countless sword lights shrouded the Gujing Private School.

"Plague King! Your actions only represent yourself, do you want to drag Yang Zhu Xuegong into the world's public opinion? Hui Shi snapped.

"If you're dead, no one will know!" The Plague King said coldly.

"Boom!"

The famous disciples and the law enforcement team of the Yang Zhu Academy suddenly fought a big battle.

Although Hui Shi is a famous leader, the famous family is not dazzling in the world, otherwise, when the plague king killed many disciples, why were the famous disciples helpless? I only heard that the plague king was seriously injured, so he dared to come and beat the water dog?

Seeing that the disciples of the famous family had been hit hard, Hui Shi's face suddenly sank and he took a step forward.

"The greatest is the greatest, and it is called the great one; To the small inside, it is called the small one! Hui Shi suddenly shouted.

During the break, a white light rushed out from behind Hui Shi, and the white light rushed into the sky, and then fell sharply to the earth. Then I saw the earth tremble violently.

"Boom!"

Countless thorns suddenly appeared on the ground, rushing straight towards all the purple-clothed people.

This sudden ground thorn was extremely hard, as if it had pierced all the purple-clothed people in an instant.

Famous artists are known for their eloquence in the world, and eloquence lies in the flexibility of the mind and in the on-the-spot adaptation, unlike Confucianism, Taoism, Mo, and Law, which expound or formulate a kind of heaven and earth rules.

Therefore, the achievements of famous masters lie in individuals, and there is not too much strong theoretical support, and they cannot condense the avenues like Confucianism and Taoism, and their natural power is not obvious.

The famous family is no longer visible, Hui Shi is also a famous leader, at this moment, the thought and understanding, instantly condensed the beam of the famous family, and attracted a force of heaven and earth.

The power of the famous avenue entered the ground, and a group of ground thorns were instantly formed, wanting to pierce the purple-clothed people.

"Ahh

The purple-clothed people suddenly suffered from dodging, and their bodies were hit with thorns, and they flew into the sky.

However, countless wind blade spikes also emerged from the void, heading straight at everyone.

For a while, the ground thorns and wind blades were like endless rain of arrows, enveloping all the purple-clothed people.

"Don't!" All the men in purple screamed in horror.

These countless spikes are like the eloquence of a famous master, every sentence is like a knife, every word is like an arrow, in the sky and on the earth, there is nowhere to escape, and it is about to be shot into a sieve by countless thorns and wind blades.

Seeing that the people in purple are about to be wiped out.

saw the plague king tear a piece of law suddenly.

As soon as the law was torn, a loud sound suddenly came from the void.

"The ancients, if you lose a little bit to benefit the world, you don't have to! Serve the world and don't take it. No one loses anything, everyone is not good for the world, and the world is governed! ”

As soon as the voice came out, the purple qi was surging, and this atmosphere was many times more powerful than the white light that came out behind Zhi Hui Shi.

The purple qi swept in all directions, and suddenly, all the ground thorns and wind blades were stunned, no, wherever the purple qi went, everything froze.

"Yang Zhu Fayan?" Hui Shi exclaimed.

After Hui Shi's exclamation, Hui Shi suddenly stopped moving.

The void seemed to be frozen, and only the plague lord grabbed the law slip and was able to move slightly.

"Yes, Yang Zhu Sage's Dharma Script, which seals the words of Yang Zhu Sage, see? This is the Great Dao Theory! Famous? What is a group of people who are quick to speak? Famous? Hahaha, famous leader, hahaha, ridiculous, ridiculous, in front of my Yang Zhu Sage, it is not as good as one of his Dharma posts! The Plague King sneered.

Everything around was frozen, and everyone could only move their eyes, one by one was struggling, but in the purple qi, no one could struggle.

The plague monarch sneered: "Don't struggle, this is Yang Zhu's fateh, and what is sealed inside is Yang Zhu's Fa Yan, it's a pity, this law is wasted on you, this is one of the few Dharma posts that Yang Zhu Sage gave us in the Law Enforcement Palace!" Damn it! ”

Turning his head, he looked at Mr. Furui and the children.

"Killing good and risking merit? Hmph, it's your honor to be killed by us, and you still want to escape? In this field of Yang Zhu's teachings, I don't want to move at all, except for the person who is in charge of the Fati, even the current sage of Confucianism, Mencius, I don't want to move the slightest! Hahahaha! The Plague King sneered.

Mr. Furui and the children had a look of horror in their eyes.

The famous disciples emitted a look of grief and hatred, and only Hui Shi had anger in his eyes and an unwilling expression.

"Groan!" The Plague King's sword pointed at Hui Shi.

"Don't look at me with this look, dying in the realm of Yang Zhu Fayan, it is also your creation, keep your eyes open in the next life, not all idle things are you can manage, especially the affairs of my Yang Zhu Xue Palace, otherwise, no matter who it is, it will be like you, in this realm, unable to move, let me slaughter! Hahahaha! The plague lord said coldly.

Just when the plague lord was confident that no one could move.

"Bang!"

In a room behind the plague king, a group of black butterflies suddenly flew out.

"Puff puff puff ............!"

Countless butterflies flew out, swimming in this purple field, as if they were not affected in the slightest, fluttering, and in the blink of an eye, the number of butterflies was so large that it had surrounded the entire Gujing Private School.

Butterflies, endless butterflies, flying overwhelmingly, inciting all directions, unaffected in the slightest.

This sudden scene made the smile of the epidemic monarch suddenly freeze there!

"Impossible, in the realm of Yang Zhu's words, no one can move, how can this butterfly be?" The plague monarch's face changed, and he turned his head to look.

There's a hut over there.

Mr. Gujing and the children were suddenly shocked, because only they knew that there was another person there, it was Zhuang Zhou? Zhuang Zhou in the library?

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Furui private school library.

Zhuang Zhou closed his eyes and fell asleep, and with the basic understanding of Taoist knowledge, those profound places also fell apart in an instant, and Zhuang Zhou came into contact with deeper and deeper places.

With Zhuang Zhou's enlightenment, the rolling yin qi entered the spiritual world and entered countless chrysalis. Among them, the chrysalis where Wang Xiong is located has received the most negative power.

"Click, click!"

Countless chrysalis suddenly made a cracking sound, and the chrysalis where Wang Xiong was also cracked.

This crack, the sound alarmed the Baizhang White Tiger in the distance.

"Roar~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

The white tiger raised its head to the sky and let out a long roar, as if it felt threatened, and pounced in an instant.

"Woo Woo Woo!"

Countless caterpillars stood in front of the white tiger, and Tusi wanted to stop the white tiger.

However, without Wang Xiong's leader, where are these caterpillars the opponents of the White Tiger, and they have been trampled to death countless times in the blink of an eye. The wind was blowing around the white tiger, and countless caterpillars were blown away.

Seeing the White Tiger slaughtering in all directions.

In the chrysalis where Wang Xiong was, a wing suddenly stretched out.

The moment the wings came out, they seemed to be as huge as they were inserted into the sky.

The white tiger pounced more and more restlessly.

The second wing also slowly came out of the chrysalis.

Slowly, a huge butterfly crawled out of the chrysalis, the butterfly's body was ten zhang in size, but the wings were a hundred zhang long.

The moment Wang Xiong turned into a butterfly and came out, the white tiger also rushed to the front and pounced on the butterfly.

"Bang!"

As soon as the butterfly's wings fanned, a strong wind instantly lifted the butterfly above the nine skies.

"Roar!"

The white tiger pounced fiercely at the sky.

However, the butterfly has entered the nine skies and flown into the sky, how can the white tiger pounce?

Standing high in the air, I don't know if it was Wang Xiong or Zhuang Zhou, and let out an excited roar.

"Roar!"

When Wang Xiong's butterfly roared, it seemed to vent the monstrous excitement in his heart, and this roar ignited countless chrysalis, and suddenly, countless butterflies flew out of countless chrysalis.

Endless butterflies flew out.

The butterfly that covered the sky and the sun instantly surrounded the white tiger under the leadership of Wang Xiong.

"Spit silk!"

Countless caterpillars spit silk again, and the butterflies in the sky for some reason also have the ability to spin silk.

"Bang la la la!"

Overwhelming, from top to bottom, there are countless silk threads, rolling silk threads, straight towards the white tiger binding.

"Roar!"

The white tiger roared and pounced ferociously in all directions, but, the butterflies were overwhelming, the number was endless, where could he escape, suddenly, there were more and more silk threads on the white tiger's body, more and more, and gradually, the white tiger was wrapped inside.

Even if the white tiger struggled incomparably, it was useless, under Wang Xiong's manipulation, the army of butterflies and caterpillars tied the white tiger into a big cocoon in a blink of an eye.

"Roar!"

The overwhelming black butterflies, the endless caterpillars roared.

Under the leadership of Wang Xiong, the white tiger bound into a cocoon was dragged to the crypt again and thrown into it.

"Spit on!"

Under the leadership of Wang Xiong, caterpillars and butterflies spit out countless filaments to seal the entrance of the crypt.

Layer after layer, huge seals, so that the white animals shrouded in righteousness could no longer break out from inside.

"The road is like a tiger? My Confucianism! You can seal it for the time being, and when I achieve the Taoist Dao, I will unseal it for you! Wang Xiongfei let out a long sigh in the air.

"Huhu!"

Countless butterflies flapped their wings in bursts.

Heaven and earth suddenly turned into a dark color, and it was obvious that Taoist thought had completely occupied the entire heaven and earth.

Countless butterflies flutter happily.

And at this moment, the heavens and the earth trembled, and Wang Xiong seemed to realize something.

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~!"

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and a huge crack broke out in the sky, and Wang Xiong knew that the spiritual world was broken, or rather, Zhuang Zhoumeng woke up.

"Let's go!"

Wang Xiong shouted.

"Boom!"

The overwhelming butterflies, together with Wang Xiong, flapped their wings, rushed towards the crack, swarmed out, and came out of this spiritual world.

At the same time, in the black air around Zhuang Zhou's body in the outside world, countless butterflies suddenly flew out, black butterflies, endless, endless, these butterflies, along the black gas on Zhuang Zhou's body, seemed to be able to pass through the wall, instantly through the wall, roof, and flew out overwhelmingly.

Zhuang Zhou also shook and woke up from his dream.

There are countless black gas and butterflies around, but Zhuang Zhou is in a daze.

"Who am I? I'm Zhuang Zhou? Zhuang Zhou dreamed of becoming a butterfly? No, no, I'm a butterfly, and the butterfly dreams of Zhuang Zhou? Zhuang Zhou was confused for a while.

But as his consciousness gradually became sober, the divine light in Zhuang Zhou's eyes became more and more condensed.

"I am Wang Xiong, through the Middle Ages, turned into Zhuang Zhou! Confucianism is the thought of Taoism! I woke up from a dream! Zhuang Zhou's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Squeak!"

"Bang!"

It was as if all the butterflies in the dream flew out in an instant, roaring towards the outside world overwhelmingly.

Covering the sky and the sun, endlessly, on this day, the entire Montigo sky was suddenly filled with countless black*.

At this moment, the plague monarch looked at the monstrous butterfly in shock, and it was not affected in the slightest in his own field?

"Squeak!"

The door to the library opened.

The teachers and students of Gujing Private School, famous disciples, and law enforcement teams looked at Zhuang Zhou in surprise, and walked out of it step by step, surrounded by moral black qi on his side, and endless butterflies swarming out of the black qi, flying happily like covering the sky and the sun.

Mr. Furui's eyes are about to protrude, this is the ideological breath that he has dreamed of all his life? How is this possible? Isn't Zhuang Zhou not good at reading? Why do you have the breath of thought that you dream of?

The children's fear was also stunned by these countless butterflies, this is that stupid Zhuang Zhou? Why are so many butterflies surrounding him? Listen to him?

PS: Brothers and sisters, thanks for a year of companionship, watching chess has been done all year round, encountering all kinds of difficulties, all overcome, not breaking for a day, every day is at least 6,000 words, now, watching chess to take an annual leave to visit relatives for the New Year, eight days! From tomorrow to the seventh day of the first lunar month! On the eighth day of the first lunar month, resume the update! Ladies and gentlemen, this year is over, and we will see you on the eighth day of the first lunar month!

Here, I wish all friends who read "Above the Sky" a happy new year and all the best!