The gentleman surnamed Zhao had an ugly face, looking at Xia Ze with an innocent face, and he was stunned.

He suddenly reacted and said viciously at Xia Ze, "What is the relationship between you and that sword cultivator, if it is not related to you, why would he give you this Confucian shirt?"

Xia Ze shook his head and said calmly: "I and that person surnamed Ren just happened to fight him once, and I won him by luck, and I was on the road with him temporarily, that's all."

The gentleman surnamed Zhao's face was cloudy, and he was silent, but he soon became a little flustered, and slapped his forehead with a rough palm.

Xia Ze looked intently, only to see the golden German character on the man's forehead, the light flickered and flickered, like a wriggling worm, accompanied by a man's sigh, the golden text completely dissipated.

The man surnamed Zhao wanted to cry without tears, and beat his chest.

"Calculations, all calculations, I said why the old man was able to watch me destroy your chance, it turned out to be his calculations, he expected that I would make the wrong move, and thus lose more ......." he muttered.

Xia Ze looked at the hysterical man surnamed Zhao and was silent, but it gradually became clear in his heart that the dissipated golden German character was most likely the man's natal character, and most of them had committed some kind of academy taboo before, so the golden text dissipated.

Xia Ze thought it was funny, why is it just a German word, this golden word disappeared, indicating that the man lacks virtue?

The man who never thought that he was still secretly sad in the distance was keenly aware of Xia Ze's smile, and said angrily, "Boy, what are you laughing at?"

Xia Ze spread his hands, expressing helplessness.

The man said angrily: "Don't be complacent, you did take a big advantage of me, but at this time, I have temporarily lost the natal text constraints, if I really want to kill you, others can't stop me."

Xia Ze was about to reply, when he suddenly saw a golden thunderbolt above his head, which happened to fall on the gentleman surnamed Zhao impartially, splitting him into a miserable scream, and his whole body was scorched black.

Xia Ze was dumbfounded, turned his head, looked at the crowd with his eyes, and found that everyone seemed to be unaware of the existence of this golden thunderbolt, you must know that although you have left a few pot talismans to cover your tracks, how can a golden thunderbolt that falls from the outside like this be unaware.

However, Xia Ze quickly figured out that this golden thunder and lightning was most likely just a correction and punishment for the words and deeds of the gentlemen of the academy in the Confucian Academy, but he didn't know what effect it had.

The gentleman surnamed Zhao spit black smoke from his mouth, walked out of the golden thunder and lightning, glanced at Xia Ze with a weak heart, and said, "I was wrong before, Zhao Bi is here, I can't compensate this little boy."

Xia Ze felt more and more funny, so he returned the salute with his fists, but he still kept his eyes on it and said, "Since Mr. Zhao is a Confucian gentleman, he naturally won't be a person who doesn't believe in his words, right?"

The corners of Zhao Bi's mouth twitched, and blood was dripping from his heart, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "That's natural, I will pay a sum of compensation that is enough to make up for your previous losses."

Xia Ze smiled, and when he hugged his fists, he became more and more sincere: "That junior Xia Ze is here, so I will thank my predecessor first."

Zhao Bi looked at Xia Ze's face, and felt more and more that this person was underwhelmed, but he thought about the name carefully, so he was shocked: "You are the Jedi Heavenly Divine Dao Gift Xia Ze? In this way, if you can win that sword cultivator, it will make sense."

Xia Ze looked stunned, could it be that the moment he reached the Jedi to the sky, he let many people know his traces? This is definitely not what he wants to see, so the original choice may still be a little impulsive.

Zhao Bi saw Xia Ze's doubts at a glance, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the reason why I know you is because as a gentleman of the Confucian Academy, I can naturally quickly know about some major changes in Kyushu, and your Jedi to heaven is not a hundred harms and no benefits, after cutting off this way, I can no longer continue to watch you through the power of a certain false supernatural power."

Xia Zeru was amnesty, nodded, and thanked Zhao Bi.

Zhao Bi sighed and said with a wry smile: "It's just that I'm suffering, and I will want to trouble that sword cultivator surnamed Ren for a while, maybe it's a little troublesome."

Xia Ze asked

"Mr. Zhao, why is this?"

Zhao Bi shook his head: "As we all know, the reason why the mountain qi practitioners can practice qi and immortality, and the Taoism is endless, is because they can mobilize the aura of heaven and earth for their own use, the difference is only in the level of cultivation and the amount of aura that can be pulled, while your pure martial arts are to practice the muscles and bones outside, and to practice the pure true qi inside. And the wise men and gentlemen of our college ......"

Speaking of this, Zhao Bi paused slightly.

"The same is true of our academy gentlemen, like a qi refiner mobilizing the aura of heaven and earth, like you practicing a breath in a pure martial arts, the difference is only that we scholars mobilize the power of heaven and earth, and it is the truth learned in the book, such as the multi-text supernatural powers used to ask you to ask the fist before. Practicing one breath inside, what he practiced was Haoran Qi, so when he fought with the Qi Refiner Martial Artist, he would shoot faster and have stronger killing power, but at the same time, the more he was restricted by the Great Dao Zhili."

Xia Ze could hear it, along the way, there were countless monks and martial artists who had fought against him, and there were many amazing and brilliant people, but the killing methods of the academy gentlemen like Zhao Bi said were really strange.

"We scholars raise Haoran spirit, first of all, we must be familiar with a book, we must first read poetry and books, and first put aside the truth is right or not, whether it makes sense, first we must know that there is such a truth in the world, and then it is differentiated, after reading a lot of books, we will sow the truth into the heart, just like an old farmer planting the land, and the vegetable furrow is neatly divided. After that, it is to wait for the blossoming and fruition, and truly choose a certain truth, enlightenment, enlightenment, and even the combination of the path."

"Hedao, Mr. Zhao, what is Hedao?" Xia Ze asked.

Zhao Bi seemed to be a little pleased with Xia Ze's curiosity, and gradually had a smile on his face: "Heaven and earth turn, the four seasons change, everything grows, everything has its way, everything has its own way, all have its own reason, so that the years change, the dynasty rises and falls, the grass and trees decay and blossom and bear fruit, just like a quiet path leading to a certain avenue, we scholars and qi refiners, when we read to a certain level, we will choose a certain truth that is in line with our own avenue, and persevere, so as to move towards the next unprecedented realm, which is regarded as a path."

"Therefore, we scholars can not be different in our hearts and mouths, but must be united in knowledge and action, so there are few scholars in the world who can refine a certain natal character, and it is precisely because of my previous things that I will be punished by some Confucian sages and gentlemen who are waiting and watching, and temporarily lose their own natal characters."

Xia Ze nodded thoughtfully.

Zhao Bi originally breathed a sigh of relief, and just wanted to start taking out a certain magic weapon stored in the square inch and began to compensate Xia Ze, but found that when Xia Ze was originally fighting with himself, the injury of the white bone of the fist peak had already healed.

He was dumbfounded, grabbed Xia Ze's wrist and looked at it repeatedly, almost missing a pair of dog eyes.

Zhao Bi knew that the pure martial artist was strong, and there were some elixirs that could quickly heal the injury, and the bones were raw flesh, but his grandmother's, even if he was the strongest pure martial artist of the Six Realms in the world, the speed of healing of this injury was too fast, right?

Xia Ze only felt that there was a sense of comfort like a warm sun and spring breeze, all over his heart.

Zhao Bi slowly let go of his hand, let out a long sigh, glanced at Xia Ze meaningfully, and said, "The things you have experienced along the way have been much more tortuous than I imagined, you must be very tired along the way, right?"

Xia Ze was stunned, and suddenly his eyes turned red again, but the young man was unwilling to show his weakness and grievances in front of people, so he pursed his lips.

Zhao Bi didn't say anything, just smiled and patted the young man's shoulder, as if he wanted to pat some burden on the young man's shoulder, and it seemed to affirm the courage and tenacity of the young man to be able to travel far alone.

It's just that soon, Zhao Bi still couldn't help but say to Xia Ze: "If you can, I advise you to go anywhere in Kyushu, or don't set foot in Longshengzhou, don't go to any beacon pass."

Xia Ze seemed to have been touched by someone's weakness, and asked puzzledly, "Why?"

Zhao Bi shook his head: "When it comes to some of the secrets of Confucianism, I don't want you to reveal too much, I can only say that if you step into Longshengzhou, you will put yourself in danger, which is unprecedented, unimaginable, the kind of death."

Unexpectedly, Xia Ze's eyes lit up, and he asked stubbornly, "Mr. Zhao, nine deaths and one life mean that I still have a glimmer of life, right?"

Zhao Bi was so angry with this stubborn guy that he shouted, "Are you a little confused along the way, obviously you have reached the heavens and scattered those heavenly luck, but you still have shit luck all the way, right? Not to mention the three shark beads that you got first, even the fire natal object makes it easy for you to take it into your pocket, right? Have you ever wondered what to do?"

Xia Ze only felt that his scalp was numb, so he nodded.

"I'm telling you, because you have already been paved by some people in this life, you just need to follow the path laid for you by these people, fame, cultivation, and magic weapons, but in the end, you are most likely to become a pawn of some people, and you will no longer be you, understand! You can attract a lot of luck for a short time, but you can also end up losing all the games and making a lot of money, you know." Zhao Bi's face was pale, and he even seemed to be suffering a great Heavenly Dao counterattack because of the leakage of the Heavenly Machine, and his hideous face was bleeding.

Xia Ze's face was pale, but he always gritted his teeth.

"Even if that's the case, do you want to go?" Zhao Bi mourned his misfortune and was angry with him.

Xia Ze nodded.

Zhao Bi was really helpless at the moment, but gradually, he had a little admiration for the young man, and asked, "Do you have a paintbrush for writing?"

Xia Ze smiled knowingly and nodded heavily.

"Yes!"