In the end, the people did not dare to discover the ugliness, did not dare to face the legal system, and became ignorant and ignorant fools, so that the nobles would always be deceived and the superior wisdom would always be fooled!

is as sinister as this, hypocritical as this, and even unashamedly talks about relieving the people upside down?

Dare to ask you:

Three to five hundred years since the Spring and Autumn Period, can there be such absurd and bizarre brazen learning? Yes! That's Confucianism! It's Kongqiu Mengke! ”

In the face of the third son, Lang Lang, who was deafening and commanding, made accusations.

Everyone present was shocked when they heard this!

Zhang San, a servant who didn't even know a few big characters, looked nervous:

I didn't understand it though!

But I was blown away!

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

The Confucian disciple who presided over the ceremony was suddenly speechless by the third prince Yingtian.

"Win the day!

You're crazy!

You are against the Confucian scholars of the world!

You're looking for death!

It's just looking for death!

How dare you humiliate us Confucians! ”

As the birthplace of Confucianism, Tian Wenqi, the prince of Qi, stood up directly.

Holding the Qi sword and pointing at the third prince to win the sky, he was furious:

"Win the day!

I'm going to kill you today for Confucianism! ”

"Win the day!

How dare you blaspheme our Confucianism? ”

"Win the day!

Aren't you afraid of infamy through the ages? ”

"Slandering our Confucianism out of thin air!

You're just looking for death! ”

"Kill him!

Shoot him! ”

Dozens of Confucian scholars present pointed at the third prince and scolded him.

As a Confucian and Confucian cultivator, Han Fei, the ninth son of South Korea, is very indifferent.

Touching his chin, he has been thinking about what the third prince Yingtian said.

The third son Yingtian was excited in the face of the crowd, touching his sideburns and smiling faintly.

Very disdainful:

"This is you Confucian students?

You Confucian sages can scold Mohists, Legalists, Zonghengists, peasants, and even all schools except Confucianism.

Can't we, the Legalists, the Mohists, the Zongheng families, and the peasants, question your Confucianism?

Well?

You benevolent gentlemen who are full of empty words!

What a moral double standard!

Look at your faces!

It's a humiliation for Confucius!

Hahahaha!

The more anxious you are!

The more happy this son is!

Hahahaha! ”

In the face of the third son, he won the sky calmly and made himself.

In addition to Confucianism, there were scholars.

Such as Mojia, Legalist, farmer, Zonghengjia and so on.

cheered at the third son to win the sky:

The third son wins the day!

Color! Color! Color!

The reason why they support the third prince who they hated very much before.

That is, the third prince Yingtian said what they wanted to say but didn't dare to say.

After all, the two great scholars in the world were Mohist and Confucian.

The two are the most powerful.

The rest of the schools are smaller in number.

Not at all an opponent of Confucianism.

Again.

Confucianism is reasonable with you.

Once the world can't talk about it.

The sword in your hand will not spare you.

Therefore.

Confucianism is in the world, except for the Mohists.

There are no opponents at all.

And so it goes.

The call for the third prince to win the sky is getting louder and louder.

Fools can hear it.

The third prince wins the day this debate.

Victory!

Because he was on the moral side.

But the Confucian disciples were in a hurry.

Seeing that the Confucian disciple who presided over the ceremony was speechless by the third prince Yingtian.

I am thinking about refuting it with the words of the Analects or the texts of Mencius.

They drew their swords at their waists.

Pointing at the third prince Yingtian and said angrily:

"Win the day!

You want to die!

We will make it perfect for you! ”

Seeing a debate almost turn into a fight.

The third prince Yingtian smiled faintly:

"This is your Confucian?

If you can't say it, just fight?

What a temper! ”

The third son's face changed.

Immediately pulled out the Qin sword.

Not at all.

All the Confucian scholars present threatened the third prince with swords to win the sky:

"Win the day!

Hurry up and kneel down and apologize to our Confucians!

How else would you like to see if our swords are sharp? ”

The third prince Yingtian smiled crookedly:

"Ru Jianli?

My sword is not at a disadvantage?

If you don't want to admit defeat!

Good!

Then it's a sword competition with this son!

I have long heard that you Confucian gentlemen have swordsmanship among the six arts.

I've wanted to try it for a long time!

Come on! ”

All of a sudden.

The entire Boya Hall was tense in an instant, and the atmosphere was very tense.

Han Fei, the ninth son of South Korea, who had not spoken, immediately got up.

Shouted to all the Confucian disciples:

"Are you a Confucian gentleman?

Has the Master's books reached the dog's belly?

Can't afford to lose? ”

Faced with the questioning of Han Fei, the ninth son of South Korea.

The Confucian scholars bowed their heads.

But did not put down the sword in his hand.

How could Tian Wen, the prince of Qi State, miss this opportunity to kill the third prince and win the sky.

Staring at Han Fei, the ninth son of South Korea, he questioned:

"Han Fei!

Although you are also a disciple of the Legalists!

But after all, he is still a Confucian disciple!

Aren't you a student of the Master?

Aren't you a Confucian?

Are you going to be a traitor today? ”

"Hahahaha!"

Han Fei, the ninth son of South Korea, shook his head and smiled disdainfully:

"Tian Wen!

You don't have to give me these!

I, Han Fei, am naturally a Confucian disciple!

But now it's a debate!

If only you could debate!

Let's talk!

Debate can't be over!

Then throw in the towel!

Do you want more people to bully less?

This is your Confucian disciple?

Don't talk about being a master for a long time.

It's our teacher, Master Xun, who is here.

See you like this.

Shame on you, too!

He didn't hurry up and put down the sword in his hand.

Or continue the debate.

Or throw in the towel! ”

The rest of the Confucian scholars were even more ashamed.

The head hangs even lower.

But he still did not put down the sword in his hand.

It is estimated that he is used to bullying people a lot.

This is the Confucian style.

If I can't tell you, I'll convince you.

Tian Wen, the prince of Qi State, knew that he was at a loss.

But that's what they used to do in Confucianism.

I didn't expect there to be infighting today.

Pointing at Han Fei, the ninth son of South Korea, he scolded angrily:

"Han Fei!

Do you want to be on the side of outsiders?

Today is wrong!

Wrong is wrong!

Who let him win the sky and humiliate our Confucian Yasheng Mengzi! ”

Han Fei, the ninth son of South Korea, was about to speak.

The third prince Yingtian immediately sneered:

"You Confucians really can't be touched!

In the past, you pointed to Sang and scolded Huai.

Look down on that.

Look down on that.

Today, I was told to the point by my son.

But in a hurry.

How?

Still thinking that you can't afford to kill Ben Gongzi?

No way?

Are you a bully when you are a boy?

Or are the disciples of the other schools present easy to bully? ”

Disciples of other schools, such as the disciples of the Mohists, the disciples of the Legalists, the disciples of the Zongheng School, the disciples of the Yangzhu School, the disciples of the Taoist School, the disciples of the peasant family, and so on, drew their swords at their waists.

In this day and age.

All the people are ruthless.

No one is a bully.

Everyone is reasonable, and if it doesn't make sense, just do it.

Otherwise, why do you wear a sword at your waist?

When an ornament?

No!

It's for this moment.

In addition to the Confucian scholars.

The disciples of the rest of the schools drew their swords one after another and cooperated with the third prince to win.

"What?

You Confucians can't afford to lose? ”

"All of our Mo family support the third prince to win the sky!"

"All of our Legalists support the third prince to win the sky!"

"We, the whole Zongheng family, stop the three sons from winning the sky!"

"We, the Yangzhu School, are all ready to watch the play!"

"Huh?"

Everyone looked at the disciples of the Yangzhu School who had a somewhat strange painting style.

The disciple of the Yangzhu School smiled embarrassedly:

"Oops!

Don't look at us!

The concept of our Yangzhu school is that we must "know the temporary coming of life and the temporary coming of death", so as to "live happily" and "save me as precious".

Neither can we "lose a little bit and benefit the world", nor can we "serve the whole world", so that "the world governs".

We can't be burdened by the envy of "longevity", "fame", "position", and "goods", so as to "live a whole life", so that "the monarch and the minister are safe, and the things and I are both profitable".

Realize "full fidelity, not burdened by things".

You beat yours.

Our disciples of the Yangzhu School will clean up for you when the time comes.

The future must be done beautifully! ”

Everyone in the audience cast a contemptuous look at such an extreme self-interested person as the Yangzhu School.

At any time, he turned his attention to the third son to win the sky.

The third son Yingtian originally wanted to show his face today to attract talented people.

When the time comes, use it for yourself.

It was found.

The people who were there.

Most of them are full of benevolence and righteousness.

There is no one who is talented.

The third son is a little tired of winning the sky.

It's not so much that I'm tired of it.

It's better to see through it.

Immediately glared at all the Confucian disciples and mocked:

"Dozens of people here!

In addition to Han Fei, the ninth son of South Korea!

There is no one who is virtuous and talented!

It's this son who thinks highly of you!

Leave! ”

The third prince won the sky and gave the servant Zhang San a look.

Signal that you can leave.

Zhang San then stood behind the third son, Yingtian.

Follow along.

But those Confucian scholars led by Tian Wen, the prince of Qi.

How could it be possible to let go of the third son to win the sky.

The reason why Tian Wen, the prince of Qi State, dared to kill the third prince at this time to win the sky.

That is through the power of Confucianism.

When the time comes, kill the third prince to win the sky.

To the outside world, he said that the third prince Yingtian had blasphemed the Confucian Yasheng Mengfuzi.

It will never turn into a diplomatic incident.

That's the case.

Qin Guo didn't have anything to say on his side.

After all, in this day and age.

There has been a lot of bloodshed, from the exchange of ideas to the physical exchange.

Qin Guo Qin Hou knew.

There is also nothing to say.

After all, the Qin State could destroy a vassal state.

But it can't destroy the Confucian disciples all over the world.

This is the reason why Tian Wen, the prince of Qi State, is bold and unwilling to let go of the third prince to win the sky.

"Win the day!

If you offend us Confucianism, you still want to leave?

It's too simple! ”

Moment.

All the Confucian disciples raised their swords one after another.

Enclose the third son to win the sky.

The third prince Yingtian smiled faintly, not afraid at all.

I wanted to perform a wonderful swordsmanship.

Knock down the sword from the hands of those who are like home.

But when I thought about it, I couldn't expose my strength in front of so many people.

He indifferently put away his Qin sword.

Tian Wen, the prince of Qi State, thought that the third prince Yingtian had confessed.

Immediately nodded and smiled:

"Win the day!

What the hell are you scared!

So be it!

If you don't kowtow to our Confucian disciples 300 times today, don't think about going out!

Or kill yourself!

Or we'll kill you!"

Take your pick! ”

The third son Yingtian bowed his head and smiled helplessly:

"How can there be so many boring people in this world?"

As soon as the words fell.

Syllable!

With the hand that the third prince Yingtian put on the sleeve secretly made a gesture.

The roof of the Boya Hall suddenly burst.

There was a man who floated off the roof.

"Who?"

The Confucian scholars, led by Tian Wen, the prince of Qi, stared at the strange man who suddenly broke in.

I saw that the strange man did not land.

The figure turned into a white shadow.

Fly past all the Confucian scholars.

Wait until the strange man lands.

Bells.

The entire Boya Hall was filled with the crisp sound of swords falling to the ground.

All the Confucian scholars, including Tian Wen, the prince of Qi, landed on the ground.

"Ahh

With a scream from a Confucian scholar.

The third son won the sky and walked out slowly with Zhang San.

Only all the Confucian disciples who wanted to kill him were left in the messy Boya Hall.

Including Tian Wen, the prince of Qi.

The third prince Yingtian took the servant away in style,

Everyone's attention fell on the strange man who suddenly broke in.

The strange man was a teenager.

Han Fei, the ninth son of South Korea, who had been observing from the side, instantly widened his eyes:

"It's him!"

Tian Wen, the crown prince of Qi State, hurriedly picked up the sword.

Pointing at the young man, he asked:

"Who are you?

How dare we debate in the brain? ”

The young man slowly put away the sword in his hand.

A soft word to everyone:

"Under the vertical and horizontal house Gainie!

Today, I am here to learn from you Confucian swordsmanship!

Is there anyone who dares to fight? ”

When!

Tian Wen, the prince of Qi State, who had just picked up the sword, heard the name of the sword saint Gai Nie.

His hands trembled unconsciously.

The saber in his hand fell instantly.

Looking at the person in front of him in disbelief, he trembled and said:

"You're the Sword Saint Gainie?

What is your relationship with Winday? ”

Tian Wen, the crown prince of Qi State, now understands why the third prince Yingtian is here, and Zhao Guo is so arrogant.

It turned out that there was someone behind it.

Sword Saint Gai Nie's eyes were as sharp as swords.

Looking at Tian Wen, the prince of Qi State, he smiled coldly:

"Winning Heaven is my friend of Gainie.

You're going to kill him?

Then let's kill me first! ”

"This ......"

The entire Boya Hall fell into a deathly silence.

Although Confucian scholars are usually used to bullying others.

But met a real swordsman, Gai Nie.

But no one dared to respond.

In addition to being able to hear each other's heartbeats.

There was no more movement.

At this time, Han Fei, the ninth son of South Korea, was very disappointed with the Confucian scholars in the house.

I know that I can't debate it anymore today.

Then he bowed to everyone:

"I, Han Fei, have taken my leave.

See you another day! ”

Han Fei, the ninth son of South Korea, left in front of everyone.

I went out of the Boya Hall to find the third son Yingtian.

The last of the last.

It's all gone.

The Sword Saint Gai Nie didn't smile.

But emotional intelligence is high.

Extremely good at being a man.

In the end, it gave all Confucian scholars a face.

Gone in style.

In the end, only the cry of the owner of the Boya Hall was heard:

Oh my roof!

Who the fuck loses money!

It was also at this time that it began.

Tian Wen, the crown prince of Qi State, after meeting the forces behind the third prince Yingtian.

completely dispelled the idea of killing the third son of the calculation to win the sky.

As everyone knows.

He just saw the power of the third prince to win the sky.

That is, the Sword Saint Gainie.

If he knew the Mo family, Luo Wang and other forces behind the third prince to win the sky.

How dare you think about it?

A county seat in Zhaoguo.

Not sure why.

(The back is full of firepower, and it won't be broken.)

The new book was written before, and it doesn't feel very good.

Again and again.

I guess I'll see you in a while.

Thank you for your continued support.

It will be more and more exciting in the future!

Kneel and thank! )

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