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Chapter 732

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At night, a small lamp was on in the humble window. Mr. Wang Xiansi, Mr. Wang, as usual, turned on the light and looked at an old volume of "Confucian Rites".

Mr. Wang was one of the seventy-two yuan of his predecessor, and after leaving office, he retired to the countryside. Secluded in Zhengcheng, he has a high status and is quite respected.

Wang Xiansi stepped down for more than 20 years. Now, he is seventy years old. He had pale temples, white hair, and hung old. Despite this, his eyes were bright and bright, not much worse than that of a young man.

This is the effect of having righteousness in the chest and nourishing it.

The eyes are made of essence, energy, and spirit. Confucianism raises a mouthful of righteousness, all gathered here.

Confucianism does not worship martial arts, nor does it worship immortality. Advocating life, old age, sickness, and death, go with the flow. Not afraid of old age and death. Even if he is a great Confucian who has cultivated to a high level, when he dies of old age, his whole body organs will decline, which is no different from that of ordinary old people.

However, there is a place in Confucianism that does not age as much as the body. That's the look.

A person who truly reads the scriptures and understands the heavens and the earth. Even when he dies of old age, his eyes are extremely bright.

The wind sounded outside the window, and Wang Xiansi held the scroll in his hand, looking focused.

"A dignified seven-foot Tibetan man, a fly camp dog, learn from that gentleman on the beam, what kind of system will he become!--Come in!"

Wang Xiansi didn't squint, and there was no expression on his face, he still looked at the "Confucian Rites" in his hand.

It was quiet outside the window, only the sound of the wind.

"Aren't you coming in yet?"

Wang Xiansi put down the book and looked out the door.

After a moment of silence, there was a sudden burst of heavy breathing outside the door. The person outside the door took a deep breath, and then said:

"It's rude, the student has seen the teacher! Disturb me so late, and I hope the teacher will see the cold. ”

As soon as the voice fell, a man walked in with his head held high, lifted the brown curtain, and walked in.

"Teacher, the students are polite. ”

The man said, taking a step forward and bowing again. His eyes wandered, but he didn't dare to look at Wang Xiansi.

Wang Xiansi stared at the man in the hall with a solemn expression:

"You're here to kill me. ”

Mr. Wang's expression was calm, and he was not afraid.

A man dressed as a killer in a black night suit hangs his head. Shortness of breath, irregularities in breathing. Although he knew that the old man in front of him, he could pinch his hands with just one hand.

But for some reason, in front of this old man, he was like a childish child facing a strict father, cramped and uneasy. I felt a strong oppression.

This kind of oppression has nothing to do with martial arts.

"Teacher, apologize. The students were also instructed to do so. ”

The raider lowered his head and muttered. Completely lost momentum.

The first thing is to be silent. came and went without a trace, but for a great Confucian who cultivated his qi, there were no secrets at all.

"Got it. Wang Xiansi said indifferently: "And give me some time." Let me change my clothes and clothes, and I will not lose my Confucian decency. ”

Although it is a request, there is no doubt about what it says. But it doesn't mean much to ask.

"Teacher, please. ”

The Rake didn't dare to say anything. He knew he couldn't escape.

After a while, Wang Xiansi changed into a clean Confucian shirt, put on a Confucian crown, and walked out of the back of the hall again. Still in the same position, sit down. looked squarely at the man, and said calmly:

"A dignified seven-foot Angzang man, even if he dies, he should straighten his back, how can he be so fly-camping. -- Take this copy of "Confucian Rites". This is my gift to you. ”

Wang Xiansi said, throwing the "Confucian Rites" on the table into the hall.

Rake's expression was complicated, and he finally lowered his head and held "Confucian Rites" with both hands. He felt his hand go limp:

"Thank you, teacher. ”

"Let's do it!"

After Wang Xiansi said this, he closed his eyes.

A moment later, a ray of sword light swept across the lobby. The lights went out, and everything was plunged into darkness......

............

Heaven and earth Wanhua Clock.

Alchemy has entered the final critical moment. Fang Yun had already stopped comprehending the One Palm Sutra and was engrossed in the Qingding Dan furnace.

"Boom!"

A majestic golden light suddenly broke through the prohibition of the "Taicang Divine Ding", but listening to the dragon's groan, a golden true dragon and two cyan heavenly dragons flew out from the golden light. Towards the distance.

"It's done!"

Fang Yun's heart moved, and he immediately broke out of the air. As soon as the big palm was relaxed, one palm covered half of the world Wanhua Bell, and it was grabbed. In the palm of his hand, it turned into three divine pills. One golden, walnut-sized. Two cyan, thumb-sized.

Among them, the golden elixir emitted a powerful rebound force. It seemed that he wanted to hold Fang Yun's palm and flee.

"One Divine Pill, two Second Pills. ”

Fang Yun checked the harvest, and as soon as he collected his palm, he put it away. When I looked down, I saw that at the bottom of the Taicang Divine Ding, there were more than 20 black pills like burnt charcoal.

This is the waste pill, and the waste pill is basically the failure of the training system. It doesn't work. However, it is also a little better than the best elixir. This Ding Waste Pill can be rewarded to the people below.

"The first two pills, harvesting one divine pill. Two second pills, which is not bad......"

Fang Yun nodded slightly, and quickly cleaned up the waste pill at the bottom of the Taicang Divine Ding.

The success rate of refining Shending is very low. Even if it's a powerful person. It's also impossible, once the furnace comes down, all of them are qualified. With Fang Yun's current realm in the Tianchong Realm, it is good to have this harvest.

"Close!"

Jump off the god and make a move with your palm. He turned this "Taicang Shending" into the size of a fist and held it in the palm of his hand. Still collected. Then he stepped out of the Heaven and Earth Wanhua Clock.

"Drive!"

As soon as he stepped out of the Heaven and Earth Wanhua Bell, Fang Yun heard the sound of a galloping horse outside the Hou Mansion. Shangjing City was the imperial capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and most of the travel was carriages, and this kind of fast horse was very rare. It is used occasionally as long as it is important for military situations and hunting.

"What's going on!"

The sound of horses' hooves was not just one place, Fang Yun's consciousness was there. I clearly saw that many horses were shuttling in the capital. looks like a rumor. The atmosphere in the entire Shangjing City was also a little tense.

"Bo Yan, come in!"

As soon as Fang Yun's mind moved, a consciousness passed through the layers of space and sounded in Zhao Boyan's mind.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

A moment later, there was a knock on the door. Zhao Boyan stood outside the door and said softly: "Master Hou, you are out of the customs." ”

"Come in. ”

Fang Yun summoned Zhao Boyan, didn't chant for a moment, and said:

"What happened during my retreat? Why did so many military horses gallop into the capital. But there's a war at the border?"

"Master Hou, there is no war at the border pass. ”

Hearing Fang Yun ask about this, Zhao Boyan immediately said: "Actually, the tense atmosphere in Shangjing has nothing to do with the border wilderness. It's about Confucianism. ”

"Huh?"

Fang Yun frowned, his eyes puzzled. Confucian governance has no interaction with military horses. Unless...... , except for something big.

Fang Yun's heart moved, and he immediately tried to deduce the heavenly machine with the "One Palm Sutra".

"Not good!"

Fang Yun's heart sank, the heavenly machine was actually chaotic, and he couldn't see anything. He couldn't even see his own heavenly chances. His "One Palm Sutra" only started at the beginning, and it was immediately dispersed by a powerful force in the dark. There is no way to spy on the heavens. This is clearly someone who has deceived the heavens with his powerful cultivation.

It can blind the void of fate entirely. This person, or rather, the energy of this force, is incredibly powerful.

Fang Yun's heart was heavy, and he only heard Zhao Boyan continue in his ears:

"Mr. Zhengcheng Daru Wang Xiansi Wang is one of the seventy-two former scholars. However, not long ago, he was found dead at home. It's killing. Those who were killed together were also the great Confucians and famous Confucians in several other states. At present, there have been more than 20 highly respected Confucians, who have been killed in their homes......"

"What!"

With Fang Yun's composure, when he heard the news, he couldn't help but change his expression. It's like a bolt from the blue. His true anger was out of control for a while. With a "click", the leaking true qi shattered the floor.

After the initial shock, Fang Yun came back to his senses, and couldn't help but look blue and change color. Although he was criticized by Confucianism many times, when he was made a marquis, Confucianism jointly wrote a letter to accuse and impeach him. Not long ago, he was even accused of misconduct by Confucianism. For Confucianism, Fang Yun has always respected it.

Confucianism is a way to deal with the world, and pays attention to the right things and not to people. So even if he was accused by Confucianism, Fang Yun never resented. Confucianism is in power, and it has always bowed to the world, etiquette and education, and there is no dispute with the world.

The struggle between sectarians has always ended at Confucianism. Confucianism is rarely involved.

This time, more than 20 high-ranking and high-ranking Confucians were killed. This is simply a terrible loss that cannot be afforded. Even if the sectarian realm killed the military generals, princes, and princes of the imperial court, Fang Yun would not feel so angry. But when it comes to those powerless Confucians, he can't help but be angry.

"In addition to these more than 20 famous Confucians, great Confucians, this time. Many Confucian scholars were also killed. The military aircraft department and the military department of the imperial court, during this time, were dealing with this matter day and night. The Military Aircraft Department has already sent strong men to protect other Confucians. In case the assassination happens again. The three princes and the ministers of the Taihe Hall have been completely furious, and this matter is being fully investigated......

Zhao Boyan said.

"But what's the clue?"

Fang Yun took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"Our guys went there to check it out. No evil breath was found. ”

Zhao Boyan said.

He was talking about the newly recruited Celestial-level cultivators, as well as some of the Heavenly Rush powerhouses. These people are able to receive residual information from the air. Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, he could feel the breath in it.

"If you are a person in the evil way, it is impossible to get within a hundred miles. ”

Fang Yun had expected this answer. If it is a person in the evil way, he will be found by the Confucians in the field within a hundred miles, and he will die in one gulp.

Therefore, the person who kills cannot be a person in the evil way at all. In other words, the person who did it himself is not a person in the evil way.

"Whoa!"

Something resembling a hummingbird, but much larger, flew in. fell into the hands of Zhao Boyan. This information organ was developed by some people from the Ministry of Industry collected by Zhao Boyan. Because those who participated in the research and development were all people with lower status in the Ministry of Industry. Therefore, this bird is much worse than the "hummingbird" of the Ministry of Industry in terms of performance. But it's much faster than carrier pigeons and the like.

"Adult ?......"

Zhao Boyan raised his head. Looking at Fang Yun.

"Hmm. ”

Fang Yun bowed slightly, motioning for him to check directly.

Tearing down the creed and taking a look, Zhao Boyan's expression immediately changed greatly.

Say. ”

Fang Yun immediately said, he felt something from Zhao Boyan's expression.