"Lives?"

"Yes, fate, don't believe it. ”

Liu Huai smiled bitterly and pointed to the position where Chen Feng was just now.

The smoke gradually cleared above the river, and a tattered sarcophagus was embedded in the riverbank.

A pale hand pushes the sarcophagus away.

Chen Feng was a little embarrassed, but he was obviously not fatally injured.

"Haha...... This is fate?"

Looking at this scene, Wang Daoyi licked the corners of his dry mouth and smiled embarrassedly, what is this?

Did the number of lives make him die?

"That's fate!"

Liu Huai also shook his head and responded.

This is the number of lives, he has calculated the lives of too many people, and in the whole world, people are struggling in the number of lives but cannot be freed.

If you look at it in conjunction with the number of lives recorded by your predecessors, you will find that it is like an invisible hand pushing everything among all beings.

Countless small lives have become the lives of the times and the wheel of history, but the wheel of history has pushed the lives of countless humble people.

Fate, fate, this is the hardest thing in the world.

Wang Dao smiled a little helplessly.

"So we're dead?"

Liu Huai shook his head, there is no mortal situation, only people who are going to die.

"No, it depends on when the scholar comes. ”

The faces of the two people on the mountain were sad, and in the military formation under the mountain, everyone was also stunned.

"Is this all right?"

The high-temperature metal jet used in the tank can generally penetrate 1000mm steel plates, and coupled with the power of the shell explosion, even the mountain will blow out a hole.

But he stood up unscathed.

"Good, bold!"

Chen Feng's voice carried that anger that was on the verge of exploding.

He slowly stood up and breathed in the chaotic yin qi in his body.

But at this time, a poem sounded in the distance.

"I used to be in the East China Sea, and Laoshan dined Zixia. I saw An Qigong in person, and the dates were as big as melons.

The middle-aged Han lord did not return home comfortably. Zhu Yan Xie Chunhui, white hair sees career.

The expected gold liquid, flying step to the cloud car. May I follow the master on the altar of heaven, and sweep away the flowers with the immortals......"

Its voice is like poetry, but it has a melody charm.

That's the feeling of a scholarly family.

"This voice!"

Wang Daoyi looked down the side of the cliff.

"Zhou Yunyuan?"

"Wang Daochang, long time no see!"

Zhou Yunyuan was dressed in a Confucian robe, holding a sword in his left hand.

He smiled faintly, humble and gentlemanly, gentle as jade.

His person stands like a Zhilan jade tree, and his smile is like a bright moon.

"Daoist, you seem to be in trouble. ”

"You shouldn't have come, there's a big trouble here. ”

Wang Daoyi knew this person, and they were still talking about Taoism above Wudang two years ago.

After discussing the Tao, Zhou Yunyuan said that he had read thousands of books and wanted to travel thousands of miles.

I don't want him to come here today.

"I can't avoid the trouble, but I can try. ”

In the air, the terrifying yin qi on Chen Feng's body was so conspicuous that Zhou Yunyuan could feel him as soon as he arrived here.

Wang Daoyi smiled bitterly: "If you can't try, you'll die." ”

"A gentleman sacrifices his life, Cihang drives backwards, and a cultivator saves the world, this is the road. ”

Zhou Yunyuan said with a smile, and he put the lightly unwielding sword on the ground.

He is a disciple of Confucianism, cultivating swords, and also cultivating Haoran.

Confucianism has the requirements of the six arts, sword fighting, calligraphy and morality.

"Zhou Li Baoshi" has a saying: "Raising the son of the country with the Tao is the six arts of teaching: one is five rites, two is six music, three is five shots, four is five royals, five is six books, and six is nine numbers." ”?

But these can't suppress the ghosts and gods, and they can't suppress these evil people who cultivate yin qi.

If you want to suppress ghosts and gods, only Haoran can do it.

Zhou Yunyuan walked towards Chen Feng step by step, and a vast and pure aura on his body flowed.

The spirit of Haoran is great and strong.

This kind of gas, masculine and majestic, runs through Changhong, and rushes to Xiaohan.

Mencius said: It is qi, the greatest and the most rigid, and it is harmless to be directly raised, and it is stuffed between heaven and earth.

This qi is natural, it is difficult for mortals to cultivate, if it is not in the form of partial doors, and direct cultivation, there are only ten people who have achieved great success in thousands of years, only 100 people who have become small ones, and only 10,000 people who have started to do so.

It is qi, worthy of righteousness and Tao;

This is the most difficult way to cultivate, it does not cultivate martial arts to become immortal, it does not cultivate the vision of knowledge, it cultivates the mind, cultivates morality, and cultivates the body.

Seek the harmony of virtue and deeds, look up to the sky, bow down to the ground, do not be worthy of people, and stop without being worthy of the heart.

"I raise the spirit of Haoran, I do the great things, I have morality in my heart, and my deeds are worthy of the ......"

A faint voice sounded in Zhou Yunyuan's mouth, but the tone was like a golden stone.

Heaven and earth seemed to be attracted by Zhou Yunyuan, there was no ceremony, and there was no singing.

Everything came naturally, but it shook the heavens and the earth.

"I'll go, this is the posture of a Confucian sage!"

Liu Huai looked at Zhou Yunyuan, who was walking towards Chen Feng below, and couldn't help but feel that his virtue was humble.

The breath of a thousand miles comes from the sky.

"This is impossible, even if anyone in the court who deceives the world and steals their name and corrupts Confucianism can no one cultivate the spirit of Haoran, at most it is the 'Donglin Haoran Qi' of the fox and the fake tiger, you must have the holy relics of the sages hidden in your body, but there is nothing to show the spirit of Haoran, I can break it with my backhand. ”

Chen Feng seemed to have seen something incredible, the Confucian scholars of the Ming Dynasty had already rotted out of shape during the Wanli period.

If virtue is not cultivated, it is just that, digging graves and looking for the relics of the sages, used to fake the spirit of Haoran, in the name of Confucianism is countless.

How could there be such a person who had cultivated the aura of Haoran.

Fake, must be fake.

Chen Feng's body is full of yin qi, if the Ming Dynasty is useful to Confucianism, but the mountains and rivers can be determined, how can these internal officials be reused?

It must be fake!

The qi around Zhou Yunyuan's body is as majestic as Mount Tai, and the mighty qi comes from all directions.

"Then I'll show you the real Haoran Qi, no matter what, you shouldn't have killed like this. ”

Zhou Yunyuan looked around at the tired bones and blood, and said with a cold expression.

The spirit of Haoran suppresses the ghosts and gods of the world and drives away the yin and evil of the four seas.

Haohao soup soup, vast as the sky.

The aura that competed with Chen Xiangshu's aura that he had induced the artifact that day, at this time, was a hundred times greater and irresistible.

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, ghosts and gods and drive away evil spirits. ”

As Zhou Yunyuan's aura erupted, it overturned like a torrent in an instant.

But compared to the torrent, the aura of Haoran is more absolute, it does not hurt the good but hurts the evil, and does not damage the things and suppresses the demons.

The great and strong aura swept thousands of miles and headed towards Chen Feng.

"Immortals open the mountain!"

Chen Feng turned the chain into a stick again, and a ghostly phantom appeared behind him, pointing out.

But this time it didn't shake the thousands of miles of Haoran.

Under the aura of Haoran, the yin qi is like a bubble floating in the water, and it has no ability to resist.

High in the sky, Qin Chuming looked at Zhou Yunyuan's blow.

There is a feeling of apprenticeship out of the teacher.

This, but he taught it.