"He's going crazy!" Fu Nian and Yan Lu also turned pale, this is a Taoist dispute, but there are too many people who have died.

Although I know that this is the manifestation of the Great Dao, it is not a reality, but because the manifestation of the two heavenly beings is so vivid and vivid.

No one will doubt that if it were a reality, Mr. Three would be able to do it.

Finally, Mr. San's hand trembled, the sword was blunt, he stopped the sword in his hand, drew the sword and looked around, only to find that there were corpses all around.

"This is my ...... Done? Mr. Three looked at his hands in disbelief, those hands stained with blood, and finally felt scared and frightened.

The people who built the embankment never stopped, hurriedly walked past him, and continued to throw the bags of sand and soil on their bodies into the river.

No one cared about him, no one touched him, but passed by him, and ran one after the other to the great river, and behind them was the bustling street.

"It's you!" Mr. San finally came back to his senses and looked at Jin Yao in the crowd.

Jin Yao also looked at Mr. San.

"You've lost!" Jin Yao said calmly.

"I lost?!" Mr. Three looked at his own hands, his own way.

He is the third gentleman of Confucianism, the leader of the Qilu lineage, and the third gentleman recognized by all Confucian lines, but what did he do? He has killed countless people, hundreds of people now and in the future.

His way, his way is wrong!

He hoped to go back to the era of Zhou Tianzi, the era of the royal soup, but he was wrong!

"Whether it is in the past, present or future, it is the choice of the people, it is their yearning for a better life, they are people, they are people with their own thoughts, they don't need others to tell them how to do it, they know what they want."

"The Confucian Temple is the Confucian Temple of Confucius, and it is the Confucian Temple where the people are grateful to Confucius for spreading his knowledge to thousands of households, but what about you? What did you do? ”

"There are hundreds of schools of thought, whether it is Mohist, Taoist, Legalist, Yin and Yang, farmer...... They are all constantly moving forward, constantly exploring better, and bringing forth the new, but your Confucian Temple is still standing still, reminiscing about the past, and refusing to come out. ”

"Just like your way, like this great river, if you are willing to change your course, if you are willing to deflect, you only need a little guidance, you can drown me and kill me, but you are still unwilling to really listen to the voice of the people."

"The Confucianism of Qilu used to be such a glorious and glorious title, but now?"

"The current Qilu Confucian, do you know what the people and the hundred schools of thought evaluate?" Jin Yao kept talking.

Mr. Three also listened quietly and watched, but did nothing.

"What do you say?" Mr. San finally raised his head and looked at Jin Yao.

"Qilu Rotten!" Jin Yao said without hesitation.

"Lu Chau talks about the Five Classics, and the gray hair dies in chapters and sentences; Asking for economic strategies is like falling smoke. Foot long travel, the first to wear a square scarf, slowly from the straight road, before the first dust. The Prime Minister's Mansion of the Qin family does not praise the clothes people; Jun Fei Gongsun Qiao, and I are very different, current affairs and not reached, return to the Wenshui waterfront! ”

Jin Yao sang in a low voice, telling about the current situation of Confucian Confucianism today.

After all, Mr. San is a world-famous Confucian Confucian, so he naturally understands the irony in Jin Yao's poetry, but he can't refute it.

"Is this already the case in Confucianism today?" Mr. San looked at Jin Yao and asked rhetorically.

"This shouldn't be asked of me, but of yourself, of you Confucianism!" Jin Yao didn't answer, but let Mr. San think for himself.

Mr. San looked up at Fu Nian and Yan Lu, which was the breath of a Confucian disciple he was familiar with, and then looked at the two of them almost pleadingly.

He hopes that the current Confucianism is not as Jin Yao's poem says, a group of rotten Confucians, a group of waste people who only know articles, but do not understand current affairs, do not know the grains, and are not diligent.

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Fu Nian was still frowning, and Yan Lu was calm.

Seeing the expectation and longing gaze of Mr. San, he finally nodded, except for Xiao Shengxianzhuang, the current Confucianism is not welcomed in all countries.

Otherwise, Han Fei, Li Si, and Zhang Cang, who studied under Xunzi, would not all have gone their own way.

Because since Confucius, Confucianism has not updated new scriptures for many years, but hundreds of other schools of thought have constantly come out with new doctrines and writings.

Only they are gnawing on the old books, standing still, and even preventing the new Confucian scholars from changing the scriptures.

Xunzi wanted to change this status quo, but he was also prevented and interrupted, so he could only hide in the small bamboo forest by the Songhai Sea.

Xiaoshengxianzhuang only gathered a group of Confucian aspirants who were cutting-edge reformers, but more Confucians still adhered to the ancient rites and enshrined the scriptures of Confucius.

He even made six books on me, distorting the scriptures to satisfy his own selfish desires, and then he was ashamed to say, look, this is what Master Confucius said!

"I'm wrong!" Mr. San raised his head sadly, looked at Jin Yao, the river behind him also dissipated, and the whole person instantly became old, and his hair turned white and fell in an instant.

"You killed him!" Xiangfuzi whispered.

Jin Yao smiled awkwardly, embarrassed to look at the master.

"Fu Nian, you are the head of Confucianism, you should hold my sword and cleanse Confucianism!" Mr. San suddenly perked up again, startling both Jin Yao and Xiangfuzi.

It's just that I saw Mr. Three throw the bronze long sword that he had been wearing on his waist towards Fu Nian.

"Confucius's master's sword!" Jin Yao and others are naturally familiar with this sword, which is Confucius's portable sword, and it is also the real sword of Confucianism.

"If there is resistance, you can kill it! Can it be done! Mr. Three looked straight at Fu Nian.

Fu Nian looked at the flying master's sword, and subconsciously took it, but when he heard Mr. San's words again, he felt the weight of this sword even more, this is to ask him to hold the sword to wash Confucianism.

Miaozhu is gone, the head of the Confucian family and Mr. Two are also gone, and now it is Mr. Three who is in charge, and Mr. Three is also gone, and the person holding the master's sword has become the real head of Confucianism, and is no longer the Confucian head who is divided and has no real power.

Holding the master's sword, it represents the most orthodox Confucianism, if there is disobedience, you can kill it with a sword, whether it is a disciple of Confucius Temple or a disciple of Mengfu, it is the same.

"Fu Nian is a gentleman, you let him kill chickens enough, and you want him to kill, otherwise you give me the sword and I will kill it for you?" Jin Yao suddenly interrupted.

Fu Nian glared at Jin Yao fiercely, have you forgotten how many people I killed at Yanmen Pass?

Then he held his sword and saluted, "Zi Nian wishes to spend his life to wash away Confucian filth, if he violates this oath, he will be spurned by all the people, and he will not enjoy blood and food in death, and he will not enter the temple!" ”

"Good, good!" Mr. San said three "good" words in a row, and then turned his head to look at Jin Yao and said, "If you want to kill the old man, you have no chance!" ”

“？？？” Jin Yao blinked, and saw that Mr. San's whole body was in flames, turned into dust, and dissipated in the wind.

"So ruthless!" Jin Yao smacked, it's too ruthless, and he won't give himself a chance to take revenge if he dies.