The end of the hour.

Xinglingfu City, the only one called Xiluo Academy in the square, 8,000 people arrived, and a huge towering altar was built in the middle, and a statue of an old man with a long beard and a robe stood at the top of the altar.

Nine stone tablets around the altar are erected according to the position of the nine palaces, and the classic sentences of Confucian education and education and the holy teacher are respectively engraved on them, which are inducing people to save and alert the world!

Huang Taigai, Taixungong, Yu Siliu and Song Laochu A group of old Confucians sat around with 3,000 Confucian students, looking like they were listening to the scriptures and lecturing.

At the beginning of the day, the gloomy sky suddenly snowed again.

Jiang Yuqing, the king of Qin, dressed in an imperial robe, led hundreds of civil and military people to come.

The three thousand Confucian students and the eight thousand students stood up and saluted: "Students meet His Royal Highness the King of Qin!"

The ordinary students of the Eight Thousand Academy, whether male or female, are all extremely hot-eyed, have good martial arts talents, and worship King Jiang Yuqing of Qin to the extreme, after all, there is only one King of Qin who can defeat forty-seven people in the same realm in one move, what kind of terrible combat talent is this?

That's right! The news that Xin Zhuo defeated Mr. Dongfang and Zhuang Shisan with one move has spread all over the world.

A student with a very average martial arts talent, who wants to seek fame and fortune, the Western Qin, who has just defeated the Great Zhou, is simply a holy land, and the king of Qin is the lord of this "holy land".

However, Xin Zhuo's mind was not on these people at all, and there was nothing polite about it, he just looked at the altar, and then flicked his sleeves and walked up the stairs step by step.

In fact, to worship the holy master of Confucianism and enter Confucianism, it is to make Confucianism the state religion of the Western Qin, in which the red tape is no less than the emperor's accession to the throne, but he and Huang Taigai said very clearly, all of them are omitted, and they are directly sacrificed.

He doesn't have that much time to waste.

Huang Taigai and others knew about his physical condition, and they didn't care, and when they saw him on stage, the four of them followed and accompanied.

Under the watchful eye, Xin Zhuo went to the altar and walked to the statue of the Holy Master.

In front of the statue was a huge three-legged bronze incense burner, and at this time, the mist smoke was filled, covering the face of the Holy Master.

But it can still be distinguished that this is a kind old man, but his forehead is protruding, like a sarcoma, which is similar to the portraits of Lao Tzu, Antarctic Immortals and Confucius in the previous life.

In fact, the appearance of the forehead protruding is basically the appearance of the descendants, and the holy master himself cannot look like this, the so-called "Heaven stops growing and plump, and the square becomes wide, and the Lord is rich and noble!" Take the beautiful meaning of "auspicious wishes, wealth and longevity", and make a special point.

On the side, Huang Taigai muttered for a long time, and then the four of them looked at Xin Zhuo together, their eyes were extremely warm, as if their wish had finally been fulfilled: "Your Highness, you can start!"

Xin Zhuo was stunned, pointed to the statue and said, "I don't think it's appropriate!"

The four were surprised: "Is there something wrong?"

Sindra said, "The statue is covered with dust, which is disrespectful to the Holy Master!"

Huang Taigai smiled: "I started construction earlier, and I accidentally got a little dust, but I didn't pay attention to it!"

"This can't be!"

Xin Zhuo looked serious, stretched out his hand, and exerted the general trend of water flow, and a ball of well water flew from the well in the courtyard in the distance.

Then Xin Zhuo took the opportunity to join the water from the Mochizuki well, walked to the statue, jumped into the air, poured it from the head, and cleaned it little by little.

"Okay!"

Huang Taigai and the four of them saw that Xin Zhuo was so "pious" and "serious", and this heart was ironed, and it was not in vain that my Confucianism had left him for so long.

Finally wiped it off, Xin Zhuo stepped back, seemingly sincerely reciting some kind of sacrificial text, but in fact, he summoned Mochizuki Well.

A new sacrificial spirit appeared in the well, but Xin Zhuo only glanced at it, and he was shocked:

[Sacrifice Spirit: Confucian luck true spirit, containing the rhyme of tens of millions of martial arts masters and Confucian emperors in Sandao Mountain; Cover the Nine Heavens Mountains and Seas with millions of immortal spirit masters and immortal emperors!

Share: Dry Grade! If you are not a half-step emperor, you can't share it!

Forcibly grabbed: Grade B, a single Western Qin Confucian shallow luck true spirit.

Convergence and Sharing: Deed

The machine is mature, it can be shared at one time, and it can be given up immediately! 】

No way!

It's like a nuclear bomb that suddenly exploded on ants that were struggling to breathe.

This is the first time Mochizuki has confided so much content!

Mochizuki Well is a magic weapon that is impossible to brag about! Its display is clearly true.

So, is there really an emperor in the world? Immortal Emperor?

Dry-level sharing? Beyond the arrangement of A, B, C, D!

So, how far are you from the Great Emperor and the Immortal Emperor?

Could it be that he has practiced so far, all kinds of efforts, or a mortal realm, an ant? Listed companies are currently in the stage of selling pancake stalls and not buying pancake pans?

This made him feel bored for a while, only to feel that the world is big, the heaven and the earth are vast, and the martial arts cultivation path is vast and boundless, which makes people feel powerless!

Suddenly, I was full of energy, wouldn't it be fun to get all the way up?

Just as he was thinking about it, there were a few urgings next to him: "Your Highness? Your Highness?"

Huang Taigai and the four of them were a little confused, what was Jiang Yuqing doing in a daze? Thought he was meditating on something? It's all a stick of incense, isn't it too long?

Xin Zhuo finally came back to his senses and asked casually, "Do you know the Great Emperor of this world...... How many realms?"

Huang Taigai was stunned for a moment: "The Great Emperor?"

This touched the blind spot of the knowledge of this Confucian old earth immortal, it is said that the emperor was a warrior 10,000 years ago, whether it exists or not is still two words, how many realms...... Who understands that?

"I'm afraid there must be a thirty or fifty realm, right?"

Huang Taigai always likes to be freewheeling, and casually said nonsense, "Could it be related to His Highness's sacrifice to the Holy Master?"

It doesn't matter much, but judging from the description of the sacrifices, are you Confucian disciples too good? What Confucian emperors and immortal emperors read your Confucian books?

Xin Zhuo restrained the messy and unrealistic idea, this Confucian sacrifice spirit can still be collected, it is just the luck of these Confucian old men in the land of Western Qin.

Lit three incense sticks and raised his hands above his head: "Disciple Jiang Yuqing, today I am willing to enter Confucianism, practice Confucianism, educate the world, and disciple to meet the Holy Master!"

Three prostrations in a row.

The first bow, there was a surging illusion in the air in front of me, as if a large group of scholars were listening to the scriptures.

Xin Zhuo was stunned for a moment.

In the second worship, a glorious country appeared in mid-air, hundreds of millions of people, tens of millions of people, and a large army to conquer, the scene was orderly, but it was extremely complicated.

Xin Zhuo frowned.

In the third worship, the kingdom is overturned, the world is fighting, the mountains and rivers are broken, the people's livelihood is regulated, and suddenly Confucianism comes to educate the world.

Xin Zhuo was in a daze.

"This is the magic of Confucianism!"

Huang Taigai and the four of them obviously saw it, and said with emotion: "Ordinary people worship, this kind of illusion will never appear, unless the lord of a place and luck are added, and His Royal Highness is the lord of Western Qin, so he will see it." All the glory and wealth in this world are just passing away, and they are gone in a flash, and the princes and generals are just dry graves and white bones, and they will return for a hundred years, and only education will last for a long time, such as my Confucianism, Your Highness should be pious in your heart!"

"That's right!"

Xin Zhuo casually perfunctory, and then looked at the Confucian sacrifice spirit in the moon well.

[Sacrifice Spirit: Confucian Luck True Spirit......

Forcibly grabbed: Grade B, a single Western Qin Confucian shallow luck true spirit.

Integration and sharing: the opportunity is ripe, it can be shared at one time and given up immediately! 】

He breathed a sigh of relief, and in front of the public, he had no intention of grabbing it, so he had to chat with Huang Taigai and the four of them casually, hurriedly got off the altar, and went straight to the palace of King Qin.

returned to the palace, waved away the girls of Sai Qingzhu, closed the door of the palace, sat on the eucalyptus of the book, and summoned the Mochizuki Well.

Grab!

[Yuehua: 80/100.] 】

【Teacher's Classics】

[The incomplete sub-quality realm, note: This side of the world is rejected, and there is a lack of opportunity! ] 】

The "Ancestor True Scripture" should be similar to "Qin Wang Zhenxi", "Great Zhou Zhenxi" and the like, for the current realm of the well master, integrated into the east in the fusion technique

West!

And the realm grabbing is still incomplete!

In other words, he still can't enter the earth immortals, and the Confucian sacrifices can't help him get rid of the continuous atrophy of the body's meridians and the loss of life!

His heart tightened, stretched out his hand, absorbed!

A book looms in front of me.

The meridians of the body are sour and swollen again, and they keep expanding.

Then the power filled the whole body, and the blood was incomparably full.

Immediately after, however, life passed incredibly quickly, with silver hair, wrinkled faces, and drooping old age.

Meridian atrophy accelerates again!

He immediately followed the instructions of Mochizuki Well to replace this one-time Confucian sacrifice spirit, and then frantically grabbed the lifespan of the Great Zhou Descendant!

This time it's a hundred to get back to normal!

Fortunately, there are enough soldiers in Da Zhou.

After doing everything, he fell on his back, sweating and panting like a cow.

This feeling is not only painful, but also a kind of helplessness that death is far and near, and life itself cannot be controlled.

"What kind of supernatural power are you? You also ...... It's fucking horrible!"

Li Guangling, who had been hiding in the dark to observe, touched the side at some point, staring at a pair of bull's eyes, like a ghost, he witnessed Xin Zhuo change from a young man to gray hair and age spots on his face, and then returned to normal in the blink of an eye!

This kind of miraculous method, compared to his "Creation and Transformation Technique", can only be thrown into the stinky ditch.

"You care about me! Is there anything the fuck you can do?"

Xin Zhuo looked at him with difficulty, and suddenly suspected that this old man had been hiding clumsy, after all, he was once a nine-turn earth immortal, an old monster of eight or nine hundred years old!

Li Guangling sat down on the side and touched his old face in makeup: "I have a suggestion, but whether it will succeed depends on you to break it yourself, I don't really understand, as for how long it will take, whether it is dangerous or not, I don't know if it will take years or decades, you choose for yourself!"