On the desolate land, eight horses galloped past.

Huang Long sat on the carriage, a cup of tea on the coffee table was quietly placed, exuding a fragrant fragrance, no matter how fast the horse galloped, the tea on the table did not splash a little, a Taoist robe was elegantly dusted, looking at the scenery in all directions, there seemed to be poetry and distance in his eyes.

After leaving Chongshan, Huang Long asked the lantern to take Qingxu and Daoxing back to Kunlun.

He himself didn't immediately travel back to space.

Instead, let the Eight Horses Divine Car pull him and slowly run back to Kunlun.

- I finally have eight BMWs, and if you don't pull them out, what do you want to do with luxury cars?

Of course, this can't be the case on the surface.

Now the Xuanmen Avenue is inherited, and the immortals are everywhere.

He, Huang Long, as a patrol chief spirit officer, supervised the conduct of his disciples, and had an unshirkable responsibility.

Therefore, he deliberately went to inspect the heavens and the earth and punish the lawless.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to stop using the space, and chose to ride the eight-horse carriage.

The propaganda words, Huang Long has thought about it.

- He Huanglong, willing to walk slowly for Xuanmen.

No, with a new car, you have to pull it out and show it.

Such a patrol is a patrol for decades.

The days are also colorful.

Especially since this world is relatively primitive.

So every time on the roadside, in the fields, by the river, in some inaccessible places, there is always some spring.

There are even some people who cross species, one by one, they don't do anything wrong, they just want to be reckless heroes.

Huanglong can only sigh that the world is simple and primitive.

One day, I saw a black wind blowing from a distance, and a black tiger could be vaguely seen in the black wind.

Huang Long's eyes were slightly condensed, and when he looked at it, he saw that thousands of miles away, in the place where the black wind was sweeping, a group of fourteen or fifteen-year-old teenagers were farming, and suddenly sensed the terrifying demonic power on the black tiger's body, and suddenly turned pale, revealing a look of horror.

The human race has strong understanding, but its strength is weak, and it has become the hunting object of all races.

It is also a problem that Huanglong needs to solve urgently, because the real big clan knows some things about the human race, and they dare not really do it.

But the vast majority of the people in the flood wilderness are small clans, not even clans, ignorant and fearless, and have no plans for the future.

He was about to make a move, when he heard an angry roar.

I saw that among the human tribes, a big man who was nine feet tall like a hill jumped up, punched down, hit the tiger on the head, a sound exploded in the air, the air was shocked, and a punch knocked the black tiger to the ground, the pit exploded, and shouted angrily: "Evil animal, you want to hurt my human race? It is not easy for you to practice, if you are lost, go back to the mountain as soon as possible, accumulate merits, and spare your life, otherwise today will be your death. ”

"Phew! What is a Terran? It's just delicious blood food, all my tribes can eat it at will, and this black guy just takes advantage of it, and he dares to be complacent. This king will eat you alive! ”

The black tiger was knocked down by the black man's punch, fell to the ground, and ate a mouthful of mud, but he was not afraid, but his face was angry, and then he roared, and a strong wind with a strong fishy smell blew up, and it blew towards the black man.

Huang Long didn't make a move, this black tiger is a true immortal cultivator, this black man is also a true immortal cultivator, half a catty and eight taels, just for the juniors to practice their hands.

It would be best if you could figure it out on your own.

"Stubborn, rotten wood is difficult to carve."

When the black man heard this, his face was serious, and a majestic aura suddenly emanated from him, and a little spiritual light surged above his head, attracting the aura of heaven and earth, gathering in his body, and being righteous and powerful.

The black tiger was blowing in the wind, strong and domineering, but it was difficult to shake the aura.

"Be punished!"

The black man's eyes flashed, and he shouted angrily, and the righteous qi around him turned into golden chains, heading towards the black tiger.

The black tiger finally showed a frightened look, he never expected this black man to have such a ability, and immediately fled, and the air currents around him surged.

The clouds are from the dragon, and the wind is from the tiger.

Driving the wind is a tiger talent.

As long as the mind moves, you can take advantage of the wind to travel thousands of miles.

"Stop the wind!"

The black man suddenly shouted again, and with some inexplicable majestic power, the wind blowing around the black tiger stopped uncontrollably.

Immediately, the chains shook, like a golden dragon tightly bound the black tiger, and at the same time locked the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, the black tiger's demonic power was immediately blocked, like a mortal, fell to the ground, wailed again and again, and begged for mercy: "I was wrong, let me go, I will never dare again in the future." ”

"You don't have a future." When the black man heard this, he was disdainful, and a ball of spiritual power surged in his hand, turning into a sword, and a sword fell, and the tiger's head fell, and he was killed immediately, simply neatly.

The rest of the frightened Terrans were overjoyed and cheered again and again when they saw that the black man had successfully killed the black tiger.

"It's nothing, add dinner in the evening, and everyone eats tiger meat." The black man exclaimed excitedly.

Hearing this, everyone was even more happy, lifted the black man high, threw it into the sky, and shouted loudly "Kongqiu" and "Kongqiu~"

On the carriage of the eight horses, Huang Long originally had a gentle smile on his face, indifferently watching the battle of this junior.

Until he heard the word Kongqiu, the smile on his face suddenly froze, and he pinched his fingers and calculated without thinking, and the final result was prosperous luck, uncertain fate, elusive, and he couldn't figure out the answer.

But the answer is not calculated, and in some cases the answer itself represents.

Kongqiu!

The famous Confucius.

Founder of Confucianism.

He advocated teaching without class, and pioneered private lectures.

Although his ideas were not realized during his lifetime, after his death, Confucianism became the final victor among the hundred sons.

It is more realistic than the ideal Mohist, more soft than the strict Legalist, and more positive than the Taoist of non-action.

It cannot be said that he is superior to the rest of the hundred schools, but it is the most suitable idea for governing the world in China.

After the Han Dynasty deposed the hundred schools of thought and respected Confucianism, it was even more Confucianism.

It has reached the terrifying point that all literati are Confucian scholars and regard themselves as protégés of saints.

Heaven does not give birth to Zhongni, and eternity is like a long night.

Whether it is worshipping him, praising him as the most holy teacher, or disgusting him and belittling him for suppressing human nature, we have to admit that in the history of Chinese culture, he stands in the first position.

There are three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, among which the status of Buddhism and Taoism has changed from time to time, but Confucianism has always maintained its position and has never gone down.

After confirming that Wuyun Immortal was Mozi, Huang Long also intended to investigate to see if he could find out the representatives of the rest of the Hundred Schools.

I just searched for nothing, and I gave up.

Unexpectedly, I met one here, and he was the best one among the hundred sons.

But who can tell me why Confucius is like this?

He is nine feet tall, with a big waist and a round waist, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and a tiger and leopard are torn raw.

You say that his Zhang Fei is believed by everyone!

Huang Long tried hard to confuse the appearance of the big man in front of him with the image of the old man who was bent over, kind and polite in his mind, in the elementary school textbook.

This should not really be the Analects of the Analects?

(End of chapter)