Baili Feng howled for a long time, but no one answered, and Ni Fuzi, who was still wearing a gray Confucian shirt behind him, rolled his eyes and said with his hands crossed:

"I mean, the little madman is a book collector, right?"

"Let's not go to Fengzilou, what are we doing here?"

The soldier boy was slightly stunned, scratched his head, and said:

"yes......"

Confucius gave him a burst of chestnuts angrily, and Bailifeng was not angry, but just scratched his head and smirked, and said, "Then let's go...... After all, I have eaten him many times. ”

"Gifts are still exchanged......

Confucius glanced at him, too lazy to speak.

The two went to the Fengzi Building, looked for Wang Anfeng, and the three of them went out of the Fufeng School Palace together, and the Confucian students came out of the School Palace, as if they were suffocated, a pair of eyes looked around, and their faces were full of intoxication, as if one step apart, it was the difference between heaven and earth.

Along the way, almost like a child who has never seen the outside world, he shouted and screamed from time to time, causing Bailifeng to cover his face with his hands and sigh.

"Shame on you......"

Wang Anfeng chuckled, at this time he was about to arrive at the Zhao Mansion, and the Confucian student over there had already walked a few steps to a small stall, looking at the noodles on it, his eyes lit up slightly, he thought about it, and simply took out the silver money from his arms, and said:

"Give me ......"

Looking at it slightly, I found a little boy on the side, looking at the stall with longing eyes, slightly stunned, and stretched out a finger, saying:

"Two."

"Okay, you're done."

The vendor simply took two out of the long wooden chopsticks, wrapped them neatly with lotus leaves, and handed them over.

Confucius took it, leaned down, and handed one to the little boy casually, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Take it."

The child looked at the man in front of him in disbelief, the latter handed it forward again, and only then did he take it carefully, and took a small bite, the sweetness spread in his mouth, and Master Ni looked at him and smiled:

"It's delicious."

"It's delicious."

"I'll tell you, just by smelling it, I know it's delicious."

Hearing the smug bragging voice of Confucianism, the corners of Bailifeng's mouth twitched slightly.

Is this forgetting that there are still two mouths here?

After Confucius came back with a pastry, he was naturally complained by Baili Feng along the way, but the thickness of his face almost exceeded the city wall of Daqin Fufeng, and he had no effect, and he walked for hundreds of meters, and saw the flowing water mat set up by Zhao Mansion from a distance, occupying a whole street.

The big red round table is full, anyone who comes, no matter what your identity, as long as you say an auspicious word to the steward, you can serve on the table, eat a full meal, and have an auspicious money to take, which attracts many people.

This kind of heroic spirit made Baili Feng smack his tongue, and Wang Anfeng inexplicably remembered the young phoenix banquet a year ago, and he sighed with emotion, and suddenly noticed a trace of abnormality, turned his eyes to look, but found nothing, only a piece of moon white clothes crossed the corner of his eyes, and he didn't understand where the strange throbbing in his heart came from, Baili Feng had already patted him on the shoulder, and said:

"What else are you doing here?"

The soldier boy snorted in front of him, and said with a smile:

"Let's go...... I didn't expect that guy to have some skills......"

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, then saw Confucius pacing forward, and took the waist card representing the master of the Fufeng Xue Palace from his waist to show the steward, the look on the face of the middle-aged steward became more and more respectful, he took a step back, raised his hand, and raised his voice:

"Fufeng Xue Palace, Master Mr. Ni, congratulations on the birthday of the master!"

"Please come in."

Confucian retracted the waist card, slightly bowed his head, although unkempt, but he looked actually handsome, at this time standing with his hands in his hands, but there were three points of uninhibited chic, turned his head, gave Wang Anfeng a look at the two, the latter smiled, the three of them were quite familiar, naturally knew what it meant, so they left and right, and followed.

When he stepped inside, Baili Feng hesitated, helped the Mo knife behind him, and said:

"Should I leave my weapon behind?"

The steward smiled and said:

"Young heroes don't have to care, just go straight inside."

The voice paused slightly, and Fu said quite proudly:

"My master is already extremely proficient in practicing divine skills, even if it is a real Mo Sword Team, it is difficult to hurt the master, and the young man does not need to mind."

Speaking of this, Baili Feng nodded and entered with a Mo knife on his back.

The rich atmosphere outside is already amazing, stepping into the room is even thicker, a few rushing to the face, looking at the people who see are extraordinary, obviously not low, or there are people with swords and swords, the light in their eyes flashed, just a casual glance, Baili Feng looked at a few famous rangers, for a while worried, as if into a wolf's den, the scalp was slightly fried.

Wang Anfeng has been killed, that experience is enough to make him look down on the so-called high-ranking officials and nobles, and the Confucian is even more peaceful and indifferent, just walking forward, he saw a huge longevity hanging on the head of the main hall, written magnificently, extremely graceful, and a majestic old man sitting below.

His beard was white, but his face was still serious and upright, his eyes were bright, and he was gently sipping tea, and the little guy next to him said:

"Fufeng Academy, Master Ni, congratulations to the master on his 80th birthday!"

The voice was raised, but not harsh, just enough to let the guests know that someone with some status was coming, without disturbing the height of Yaxing.

The old man put down the teacup, bowed his head slightly, and said without being salty or light:

"Thank you, Master, come on, take a seat, please rest."

Hearing this, a little guy stepped forward to lead the way, with a warm smile on his face, and before he could speak, there was no Confucian figure in front of him, his expression was slightly stunned, the Confucian had appeared behind him, the pace remained the same, everyone saw it, there was a gray-clothed Confucian with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and pushed everyone out.

The old man with an indifferent and majestic expression frowned slightly, and said with a little unpleasure:

"Is this master ......?"

Before the voice fell, he caught a glimpse of the familiar eyebrows, his expression suddenly stiffened, and after less than a breath, the teacup in his hand shattered, and he said angrily:

"It's you!!"

Everyone didn't know why, and the old man's body strength had exploded in an instant, the sound of the tiger roaring was loud, and he had to be angry, and nine tiger phantoms erupted above his body, his minions poked out, his head roared, and the people around him who knew each other pulled out their blades, and the sound of swords and soldiers roared one after another, and the aura of killing filled the entire hall in a blink of an eye.

At this moment, the figure of Confucian had already appeared in front of the old man, his left hand behind him, his right hand probing his claws, and when he entered his chest, he had been practicing the divine skills for decades, and the powerful martial arts that were called under the grandmaster, which were harmonious and unhindered, disappeared without a trace in an instant.

A slender palm of Confucian Sheng easily sank into his heart, his eyebrows and eyes were deep, and his attitude was freehand.

The peak powerhouse of the fourth grade was hit through the vital point. The people who originally drew their swords were like being splashed with a basin of ice water on their heads, stiffened in place, and no longer dared to move, and the nine colorful tigers around the old man's body representing the vigorous cultivation were shattered with a scream, and his body turned back into the original old man's appearance, only his face was pale, and a pair of eyes looked at the Confucian in front of him in disbelief.

When the mouth is lifted, a large mouthful of blood foams are spat out.

"Rebellion, Heaven, ......"

"You."

Confucian Sheng's eyes were deep, and he said softly:

"Twenty years ago, you put down the Whale Gang."

"There's a cripple in there, who gave me half a rancid bun thirty-five years ago."

"Frankly speaking, that steamed bun is not delicious at all."

"It's so delicious......

The old man couldn't help coughing up blood, glared at him angrily, and said:

"The Giant Whale Gang burns and loots, it's not a pity to kill, the old man does the right thing for heaven!"

Going against the sky, he said casually:

"He saved my life."

"Therefore I will destroy your family to repay your kindness."

When the old man heard this, he was shocked and angry, and shouted angrily:

"You, don't tell right from wrong!!"

Confucian Sheng glanced at him and said indifferently:

"Who decides right and wrong?"

At this shocking moment, everyone present was already very frightened, but Wang Anfeng and Bai Lifeng only felt overwhelmed in their hearts, and the Confucian who usually played with him at will, and had no face and no skin, now looked almost another person, and his words and demeanor were terrifying.

And it was only at this time that Wang Anfeng thought of a problem that he had no intention of ignoring.

To be able to have the ability and qualification to imprison a master in the Academy Palace for twenty years must be approved by the master of the Fufeng Academy.

And the master in the Fufeng School Palace is famous, and he is a master of Confucianism.

Will he allow the captivity, could it be a righteous knight?

Ni Fuzi...... Ni, inverse.

Ni Fuzi, anti Master.

Thinking of this, he felt that a chill seemed to rise in his heart, and Confucian had already spoken again, one hand still pierced into Zhao Zheng's heart, standing with his hands, and said leisurely:

"If you don't believe in it, you can't stand up, and if you kill your blood, there won't be a trace of ......"

"Within a radius of 100 miles, where Fufeng belongs, but those with Zhao Zheng's bloodline cannot be moved."

The voice fell faintly, and there were many men and women around whose bodies suddenly stiffened, as if they had changed from living humans to puppets, although they couldn't move, but their eyes showed despair on the verge of death, as if they knew what was going on next.

Wang Anfeng's expression changed suddenly, and he suddenly spoke:

"Stop!"

Confucian Sheng's voice paused slightly, and then fell calmly.

"Whoever is in the bloodline of Zhao Zheng will die immediately."

Those stiff people lost the light in their eyes in an instant, whether it was a high-spirited young man, a beautiful girl, a calm middle-aged man, or a graceful woman, they all turned into corpses at this moment, and fell to death on the spot without saying a word.

Wang Anfeng's pupils contracted suddenly, and the look on Zhao Zheng's face was even more frightened and frightened, the old man who had fought bloodily all his life seemed to be unable to withstand such a heavy blow, his voice was hoarse and choked, and he said:

"You...... You ......"

Confucian chuckled, with a deep and chic temperament:

"Confucian masters, in a word, think that heaven and earth are the law."

"The second request that the old man gave me back then was to read and understand his Confucian classics."

"I read it, I understood it, so, I came out."

The eyes opened slightly, revealing those deep and deep eyes:

"Come out and kill you."

The expression on the old man's face changed again and again, and in the end he seemed to be discouraged, because of his profound skills, he couldn't die immediately, so he only sneered:

"Confucian gentleman, Derby Heaven and Earth, you have done such a sin, and your cultivation is not guaranteed!"

"The old man is down there, waiting for you!"

Bow your head against the sky, and say:

"Confucianism is to restrain their entire world as a road to heaven, if you go astray, you will naturally not work, the higher you go, the more painful it will be."

In just one sentence, the way of Confucian cultivation was summarized clearly, and Zhao Zheng was shocked in his heart, but he sneered, because the deeper he understood this truth, the more ruthless the collapse of cultivation became, and the more serious the injury was, but Confucian only looked at him and said indifferently:

"But I've begun to forget about ......"

The old man's expression changed suddenly, and the Confucian in front of him was as clear as water, and said lightly:

"If you don't forget this rule, how can I kill you?"

"What's the matter, punish your nine clans?"

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