Emperor Chengping left, and did not blame anyone who had just made a move, Zhao Wou-Ki and Luo Shenhou both disobeyed His Majesty's will, and His Majesty had no intention of condemning him.

Yunxi braved the disapproval of the world, made the decision by himself, and married himself to Fang Yi, and Emperor Chengping did not blame him.

At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on Mr. Big.

The black and white eyeballs in Mr. Big's eyes at this time kept circling and flowing.

It wasn't until the corners of Mr. Big's eyes began to bleed that he finally stopped.

"Mr. Big, how's that??" Zao Wou-Ki asked.

Mr. Big shook his head and didn't speak.

Luo Shenhou's heart sank to the bottom, Luo Qingyi also burst into tears, unable to say a word, Yunxi looked at Mr. Big in despair, mourning more than dying, that is, their state at this time.

They originally pinned their hopes on Mr. Big, and wanted Mr. Big to probe with the eyes of mountains and rivers and probe an ethereal result.

They have experienced the process and the results, and they have all seen them.

Fang Yi is dead.

But they still have a trace of luck and a trace of expectation in their hearts, what if?

What if one party is not dead.

In case there is a backhand, he is really just acting.

But no case, Mr. Big's shaking just now is the most real and cruel result.

Fang Yi died.

Mr. Big's eyes of mountains and rivers have the ability to break through all falsehoods, if Fang Yi is not dead, Mr. Big's eyes of mountains and rivers can be detected.

But no, this means that Fang Yi has completely died out, and there is no possibility of resurrection.

Mr. Big sighed and looked at the Wenqu Star in the sky, at this time the Wenqu Star was still bright, but Mr. Big's heart was empty.

He couldn't stop it, Fang Yi was almost self-destructive suicide, they couldn't intervene, if Mr. Big forcibly intervened, there would be only one result, that is, let Fang Yi die faster, and Mr. Big was powerless to stop it.

"It's a pity that a hundred years of Confucianism and Taoism will be dim." Mr. Big sighed, as a top genius who climbed to the top of the Book Mountain, knew the secrets behind the Book Mountain, had an amazing poetic talent, and was the first in ancient and modern Confucianism and Taoism, Fang Yi fell too early.

There was no time for him to grow, he was only in the Fifth Rank Han Forest Realm, and Mr. Big wasn't sure how far Fang Yi would grow if he was given enough time to grow.

But becoming a saint is almost a sure thing.

There are no saints, and there will be no more saints in Confucianism and Taoism for a hundred years.

No, Mr. Big looked at Zao Wou-Ki at this time, before Fang Yi died, he gave them his talents, obtained the Wenqu Star Irrigation Body, and shared Fang Yi's massive talents, Zhao Wou-Ki, maybe there was still some hope.

But compared to Fang Yi, the probability of Zao Wou-Ki's sanctification is no more than one in a thousand.

That's it, that's it, Mr. Big felt that he was very tired, and said, "Take care, everyone, this seat is going back." ”

Mr. Big's figure disappeared here, and he returned to the Confucian Palace.

At this time, the Confucian Sacred Palace, even the statues of the Four Saints were a little abnormal.

The faces of the two saints, Li Sheng and Jiang Sheng, were full of sadness, as if they were sad about the fall of a peerless genius.

Zhou Sheng's face was even more ugly, and there were crystal tears in the corners of his eyes.

Only the statue of the Master, there is no change, but the statue of the Master, which is more serious than before.

"The disciple is incompetent, and he didn't keep Fang Yi." Mr. Big was also infected by such sad emotions, and said in a low voice: "Four saints, I am Confucian, there should be no more saints in a hundred years......"

The statues of the four saints shook in unison, and after a moment they calmed down.

Mr. Big also felt excited, sat down cross-legged, and continued to fall into a deep sleep.

But at this moment, Mr. Big suddenly thought of something.

"Fang Yi has such a big thing, why didn't I know before??" Mr. Big opened his eyes, and his mind began to recall what had happened.

Ever since Fang Yi began to travel around, Mr. Big has fallen into a state of slumber, which is a fixed action, and every year Mr. Big has to sleep to maintain his state in order to better control the power of the Four Sages.

During the year, the time of sleep can be as long as one month or as long as half a year, and at this time, Mr. Big will fall into a complete sleep and will not perceive anything.

When he fell into a deep sleep, it happened that Fang Yi killed the son of the Gu King, and it happened that Emperor Chengping was determined to hand over Fang Yi?

If it weren't for Fang Yi's eternal poems and waking up, Mr. Big would still be asleep until now.

Mr. Big pinched his fingers and roughly calculated the time, if Fang Yi's eternal poems had not alarmed him, he had just woken up from his slumber in the past few days.

Could it be, some too coincidental??

Mr. Big was sitting on the futon at this time, his ears and eyes were clear, and his mind was unusually clear.

He only remembered this matter after returning to the Confucian Palace, and before, when he left the Confucian Palace, he would not have thought of these things at all.

Mr. Big took a deep breath, and he smelled a hint of conspiracy.

There is no doubt that no matter what the reason is, once Fang Yi has an accident, Mr. Big will definitely choose to protect Fang Yi, because others don't know, but Mr. Big knows very well that Fang Yi will definitely become a Confucian and Taoist saint in the future.

As a great gentleman, he has the responsibility of protecting the way.

But on the contrary, when Fang Yi made these earth-shattering moves, he was in a deep sleep.

It's a coincidence, it's all too coincidental.

The Confucian Palace has the statues of the Four Saints to suppress it, and there are the original of the Four Holy Classics, so it can shield all calculations and isolate from the world, and in the Confucian Palace, Mr. Big is invincible, even if the Gu King comes to the Confucian Palace, Mr. Big can completely suppress the Gu King, and even say that Mr. Big is very sure that he can kill the Gu King.

When Mr. Big thought of this, the black and white eyeballs in his eyes began to circulate.

But a moment later, the corners of Mr. Big's eyes began to bleed again.

"How is this possible!!" This time, even Mr. Big himself exclaimed, he was deducing all these things just now, but unfortunately, he failed, when he deduced to Fang Yi, there was nothing in his eyes, it was chaos and nothingness.

"No, there's definitely something wrong with that!" Mr. Big finally dared to be sure of this matter at this time.

There is a pair of hands in the dark, manipulating all this, grass snake gray line, foreshadowing thousands of miles, Mr. Big feels that there is a powerful existence manipulating all this.

But how is this possible?

Who else can be stronger than the Four Saints??

Especially the Master?

But why, when I deduced in the Confucian Palace, I couldn't deduce any results? ?

This is simply unbelievable, is it possible, is there anyone more powerful than the Four Saints, or even more powerful than the Master??

"Xuan, Zao Wou-Ki." Mr. Big spoke at this point.

Not long after, Zao Wou-Ki came to the Confucian Palace alone.

"Wuji, this matter, maybe someone is secretly manipulating ......" Mr. Big said in a shocking manner.

Zao Wou-Ki was slightly stunned, and then asked, "Mr. Big, did you speak just now?" ”

Zao Wou-Ki just watched Mr. Big's lips move, but he didn't hear any sound at all, so he asked tentatively.

"Huh??" Mr. Big looked at Zhao Wuji with an incredulous face, and then said again: "Wuji, there is something wrong with Fang Yi's death, maybe someone is secretly manipulating!" ”

Zao Wou-Ki shook his head again and said, "Mr. Big, I can't hear what you just said. ”

Mr. Big didn't speak anymore, he grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from the void with both hands, and wrote on the paper: "Fang Yi's death, there may be a problem. ”

Then the piece of paper floated in front of Zao Wou-Ki.

Zao Wou-Ki grabbed the piece of paper and looked at it carefully for a long time, then lifted the paper up, and then asked, "Mr. Big, why did you give me a blank piece of paper, what did you just write??" ”

Mr. Big looked at Zao Wou-Ki's hand in surprise and anger, that's right, what Zao Wou-Ki was holding at this time was a blank piece of paper, and there was nothing on that blank paper.

The handwriting that Mr. Big had just written disappeared without a trace, and Mr. Big finally gave up.

He had already determined that there was definitely someone intervening behind this matter, and he was an extremely powerful master, and he could even shield an eight-rank Confucian.

Mr. Big has his back against the statue of the Four Saints, and he still has the original of the Four Saints Classics in his hand, Mr. Big can completely resist this kind of power, he already knows all this, but Zhao Wouji, who can't rely on the power of the Four Saints, can't resist this kind of power at all.

"Wuji, you can retreat here, and cultivate well." Mr. Big spoke again at this time.

Zao Wou-Ki heard Mr. Big's words this time: "Mr. Big, when I go out, I will do some things, and then come back to retreat." ”

After speaking, Zao Wou-Ki bowed and said, "Thank you, Mr. Big, for your kindness." ”

Ordinary Confucians, there is no such opportunity to enter the Confucian Holy Palace to cultivate, unless they get the permission of Mr. Big, and Mr. Big's permission is the greatest love for a great Confucian.

……

Luo Shenhou looked at his daughter at this time, and then at Princess Yunxi, both of them were already dumbfounded, and some of them had no master.

Luo Shenhou sighed, and then walked to the city wall step by step, and collected the bones of the people who had rioted in the capital that day and were killed by the Imperial Forest Army, and then found a place outside the city to bury them one by one.

The four maids, all three of them followed Luo Shenhou to act together, leaving only Chun Tao to accompany Luo Qingyi.

Collecting these bones may be Fang Yi's last wish, he died for these people.

It should be said that these burials are good.

……

At the same time, the Great Departure from the Imperial Palace.

Dao Wuya took out the contents of his sleeve, it was a piece of flesh and blood, and in addition, there was also half a broken golden dragon.

Dao Wuya put it on the cold ice jade bed where he usually slept on.

After doing all this, he suddenly smiled and said, "The Tao Sutra? Is there really such a magical Dao cultivation method in this world? ”

"Immortal and immortal?"

"Swap?"

"Hahaha, hahaha."

Dao Wuyan's low laughter rang out at this moment.