Jingcheng Academy is located on the outskirts of Longqing Prefecture, a remote place, in the midst of a poor mountain and bad water. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info I don't know what the people who founded this academy thought in the first place, and they actually established the academy here.

Above the gate of the academy, a dilapidated plaque hangs with the word "sincerity" written on it. These two words, at first glance, are the handwriting of famous artists, sonorous, with the shape of gold and stone, giving people an indelible sense of heaviness.

Sincerely, the gold and stone are open.

Wang Ke looked at the academy from a distance, and suddenly, his eyes became deep and low, and it seemed to have turned into a bottomless ancient well, which made anyone who looked at him feel terrified in his heart.

Fang Hong has always put a thought in Wang Ke's body, as long as he needs it, he can come over at any time.

"Squeak. The door of the academy was very wide, but it was not locked, and he easily pushed it open. After pushing the door in, there were several Confucian scholars who were reading in the courtyard, and they raised their heads and looked at the visitors with some surprise.

Their doors are not locked, because they are open-minded, and they are not afraid of gentlemen and villains, and generally gentlemen will knock on the door and wait when they come in, and they have done enough courtesy. Only a villain will just push the door in, and there is no etiquette at all.

Seeing the visitor, a few Confucian scholars couldn't help frowning, not hiding their disgust at all. People like them who read pay attention to having a clear conscience and an open heart, and any bit of likes and dislikes will be expressed on the face.

"Who are you?" one of the older scholars stood up directly and shouted at Fang Hong. His voice was almost reprimanding, his eyes widened, and a white and majestic aura rose from his body and suppressed it towards Fang Hong.

This breath was also felt by Fang Hong in Wang Shouren's body. If the breath on Wang Shouren's body is like a boundless sun, boundless, then the momentum on this person's body is faintly like a candle flame, which is not the same at all.

This breath is called the breath of Haoran. Mencius once said: I am good at nurturing my heroic spirit. Someone once asked him, what is the spirit of Haoran?

This is difficult for even Mencius to understand, but it is qi, the greatest and most rigid, and it is directly nourished and harmless, and it is stuffed between heaven and earth.

The characteristics of Haoran's qi are extremely strong and immense, and it can cause great damage to the Yin God. If Fang Hong was still the little god in the original Sheephorn Water Village, he would be drunk like this, and his divine body would dissipate.

But now that he is as high as the fifth grade, refining the Yin River, and carrying the dojo, this bit of heroic qi can't shake his soul at all.

"Get out. Fang Hong shouted, his own momentum, like a surging river, instantly crushed down. The scholar's own aura was extinguished in an instant, and endless demonic obstacles were born in his heart, and he was so frightened that he took several steps back one after another.

After withdrawing these few steps, the scholar only felt that his heart was still beating, his mind was empty, and his eyes had lost their light.

Although he has cultivated the aura of Haoran, he is an ordinary person himself, and he cannot feel his own breath. After Haoran's aura was extinguished by Fang Hong, his own aura was dissipated, his courage was captured, and he became even more ignorant than those who had not read.

"Bold, dare to make trouble in the academy!" The rest of the people also shouted angrily, this madman is really too much, this academy is a place for reading and educating people, how can he be so presumptuous?

Fang Hong didn't pay attention to them at all, he directly took a few steps forward, and with a punch and kick, he knocked several people to the ground. They are just scholars who recite classics all day long, and their strength is not as good as that of ordinary farmers, where is Fang Hong's opponent?

Just when Fang Hong knocked down these scholars, several figures rushed out from the back hall of the academy, their movements were extremely vigorous, and after a few strokes, they came to Fang Hong's side.

Several of them were wearing Confucian shirts and looked bookish. However, the blood in their bodies was extremely abundant, rolling and surging, like a great river.

These people, wherever they are placed, can be regarded as good hands. However, Fang Hong stayed with Yang Jingye all the year round, and he still didn't pay much attention to the strength of these people.

Fang Hong's eyelids were raised, his thoughts moved, and several people only felt that their bodies were numb, as if the blood in their whole bodies had been withdrawn, and they couldn't lift up the slightest strength.

"Bang. Several people jumped up and slammed into the ground, falling into disgrace, even more embarrassed than the scholars just now.

"You...... Who the hell are you!" One of the scholars looked at Fang Hong with some horror. Before this person could make a move, they fell to the ground strangely, how could this method be so similar......

"Geng Yin, you dare to come here, you are really bold. At this moment, a dying old man pushed open the door of the room and walked out of it.

Although he is afraid that he is eighty or ninety years old, when he stands there, he gives people a feeling of stability like Mount Tai.

"The breath of destiny. Fang Hong looked at the old man and felt a trace of inexplicable depression and heaviness. This breath, although faint, is incomparably vast, like the high hanging destiny.

"Mountain chief. The scholars struggled from the ground and looked at the old man with some shame. The gray face that was beaten by others is indeed very ugly.

"The name Gengyin is really ugly. Fang Hong immediately shook his head, touched his nose and smiled. His spirit is dormant, and even if your eyes can see through the netherworld, you can't discover his existence. But the old man in front of him revealed his origin, I am afraid that there is something else strange.

"Actually, since you broke free from our shackles, the name Gengyin has become a joke. However, your ability to break through our shackles is also beyond my expectations. The old man smiled as well, his gaze calm, calm and calm.

"I don't have any other advantages, it's just that I'm lucky, and you can't accept it. Fang Hong flicked his fingers and said a little teasingly.

"Hahaha, you won't show off your luck to me this time. The old man laughed loudly, and although his body was weak, the voice was still very hearty.

"Of course not, if this is really the case, isn't it just a waste of your thoughts?" I'm here to ...... this time" Fang Hong looked at the old man, and his tone increased slightly.

The old man's eyes froze, and then he relaxed again, and changed back into a casual appearance.

"I came this time to borrow the Book of Mandate of Heaven, I wonder if the mountain chief is willing to agree?" Fang Hong continued, the foundation of the existence of the Mandate of Heaven Division is because of this Book of Mandate of Heaven, he wants to see what is mysterious about this thing.

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