"Why is this happening? My Great Confucian Realm! My Class Way!"

The realm fell one after another, and the hundred ladders in the Zhihai all collapsed, and Ran Zicheng roared heartbreakingly, he couldn't figure it out. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I have painstakingly studied the way of class all my life, and I have obviously achieved great success, and I have climbed one level after another hundred ladders, and I already have the ability to reach the sky.

But why? The day of the completion of the ladder of the hundred paths is the time when the way of class is broken from the foundation?

Ran Zicheng's mind looked at the place where the first ladder was broken, and knew that he had been moved by someone to move the foundation of the Dao, and he had been completely denied from the most basic theory.

"Who is this to hit the holy bricks? Who is it? Who can actually break the holy bricks of my "Theory of the Rich and the Poor"!

Could it be that Wu Jin's old horseman? Impossible, with his great Confucian holy power, he can't refute my theory day and night!"

The roaring voice churned in Ran Zicheng's Zhihai, and just when he was angry but had no way to vent, the Zhihai sky, lightning and thunder, as if the holy sound broke through the sky, and the words were sonorous, like heavenly punishment:

"Trying to resurrect the ashes with strong words...... Be punished!"

This is Surin's voice, majestic like the words of a saint, just pure thought power, without any substantive holy power.

But every word is full of the subtlety of the truth, word by word, like a thunderclap in Ran Zicheng's Zhihai.

Rumble!

The water of thought in Zhihai trembled, as if it had encountered a natural enemy, and it shrank rapidly.

"No, my vast thoughts, my class ......"

Wisdom is the wisdom of a person's life, and Zhihai is the wonder of storing the drops of thought.

But now, the Hundred Heavenly Ladders, which represent the policy of class and the country, have collapsed, and even the drops of thought are about to be evaporated by that wonderful holy sound.

"Zicheng, don't be afraid! The old man is here to help you!"

Just when Ran Zicheng was about to watch the thought droplets in Zhihai being completely evaporated, a "measuring ruler" full of brilliance quickly rushed into his Zhihai.

"Even if the merit is neglected, it will be rewarded, and even if it is too close, it will be punished! The ruler of the sky has its own judgment, and the words of the saints will not be eliminated! Retreat and retreat ......"

In Ran Zicheng's sea of wisdom, the measuring ruler stood alone between heaven and earth, radiating a kind of majesty of a Legalist, and he actually retreated the mighty thunder of Fang Cai Su Lin.

"Mrs. Fang!"

Seeing this measuring ruler, Ran Zicheng relieved himself, knowing that it was Taifu Fangzheng who rushed to save him. Fang Zhengxin is a great Confucian cultivator, and he is one of the three princes, and the one hundred measuring rulers in the Zhihai can be combined into one for a short time, and he is only one step away from the Legalist supreme saint in the semi-holy realm.

"It's so dangerous!Zicheng, I really didn't expect that you would be broken by someone on the day of the achievement of Confucianism. ”

In Ran Zicheng's study, Taifu Fangzheng, who was dressed in the official uniform of Taifu birds and beasts, took back the measuring ruler in his heart, but said with a sad heart:

"Zicheng, originally I strongly supported your class path to the Holy Lord, just because I wanted to implement my Legalist way through your class way.

Attaining my demi-saint status. But now it seems that the most basic basis of your word has been disproved.

Distort the holy will, and write a book based on it, so that your ladder will collapse, and the sea of wisdom will boil. ”

Zicheng thanked Mrs. Fang for saving his wisdom, but Zicheng was not reconciled. Ask the master to teach me!"

Ran Zicheng, who was originally promoted to Confucianism and was ready to show off his skills, was wearing a disheveled hair at this time, and his expression was depressed, but he was still unwilling to sink.

"Since your class path can be recognized by the Great Wall, it shows that it has a certain ideological nature.

However, there is a fallacy in the fundamental word of the argument. As long as you find the basis for another holy word, or create a prototype of a holy word in a practical way, you can even break it and stand up and become a semi-saint. ”

Taifu Fangzheng shook his head in his heart, and said, "But how difficult it is to practice the holy word!"

Fortunately, the cultivation of the person who broke your holy brick is not high, and it is estimated that he has not yet reached the Hanlin, otherwise, even my measuring ruler may not be able to save you.

The children of wealthy families in the DPRK and China have many people who have enlightened their minds with your remarks on "The Theory of Wealth and Poverty", and the news that your foundation is forced and the ladder has collapsed must not be spread to the outside world, otherwise it will cause the collapse of Confucian thinking and the disintegration of thinking that does not know how many Confucian scholars who have enlightened their wisdom with your remarks.

Hey, if you have been meditating at home for half a year, you are not allowed to go out, and I will intercede with the Holy God for you!"

With a sigh, Taifu Fangzheng left the Ran Mansion with his sleeves brushed up, leaving Zhihai with a scarred Ran Zicheng, his eyes glazed over, his thoughts paused, and he looked at the hundred-year-old tortoise spirit armor on the bookcase that had been completely cracked.

The Great Wall of Wu's border pass, the holy bricks were broken, the Great Wall was shaken, and the children of these cases were surging in their wisdom, and they were obviously greatly shocked.

"Haha! Su Lin, it's a success! The holy brick of "The Theory of Wealth and Poverty" is completely shattered, then Ran Zicheng must be the ladder of heaven collapsed, the sea of wisdom is dried up, and he can no longer obtain wisdom thoughts!"

Hong Jingzhang, a bachelor with a hanging heart, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but thank Su Lin loudly:

"What a case leader! Su Lin, this time you smashed the holy brick, you have a merit to all the people of my Wu Kingdom! I, Hong Jingzhang, thank you on behalf of all the people of Wu Kingdom! Moreover, I apologize for the stubbornness and misunderstanding of the other party!"

"Scholar Hong, students are just upright and truthful. Since the words of the saints have been misinterpreted, our Confucian scholars have the obligation to let the true meaning of the words be told to the world.

It is even more intolerable for some people to vainly attempt to write books and defile their minds with distorted holy words. ”

Although Su Lin is just a child, and he obviously doesn't even have Zhihai yet, the kind of ideological temperament that erupts from his body makes people feel like facing a great Confucian.

"No matter what, Surin, you will definitely succeed in the future!

With this spiritual thought of yours, it is only a matter of time before the Great Confucian Rank is like a bag for you.

Such good news, when I immediately pass on the book with holy power, Teacher Yuming should be the great Confucian Wu Jin. ”

Hong Jingzhang was also infected by the ideology released by Su Lin, and then immediately surged with wisdom, and did not hesitate to write a holy power transmission with the majestic holy power in the sea of wisdom, and quickly threw it in the direction of the capital.

At the same time, in the palace of the Taishi in the capital, when Wu Jinzheng, the great Confucian of the imperial court, was anxiously discussing with the prince and young master Zeng Guineng how to deal with Ran Zicheng Hundred Heavenly Ladders, suddenly the Taishi Yin received an induction, and Wu Jin shouted like the monarch Sun Jianshi:

A hundred years later, someone smashed the Great Wall again!"

"Master Wu, it is rare to break the holy brick, but I'm afraid this matter is not something we should pay attention to. The top priority is to find a way to deal with Ran Zicheng.

I don't know if Scholar Hong can convince the general Shen Ruoxu to dispatch Shang Fang's sword. Zeng Guineng said with a pessimistic expression.

"Even if I can't, for the sake of the people of Wu State, I am willing to receive the eternal punishment of the temple, and I am willing to risk great disapproval and personally kill that Ran Zicheng. ”

Taishi Wu Jin's eyes burst out of a little fire of thought, he is based on the words of Yasheng Mencius, "the people are precious, the community is secondary, and the monarch is light", he is the genius of Wu State, ranking first among the three princes of Wu State, and is in charge of large and small government affairs for the monarch, adhering to the core idea of "the people are noble and the monarch is light".

His cultivation has also accumulated to the extreme, and a hundred Hu Lian have emerged in the Zhihai, which are actually the same vessels as the half-saint Duanmuci.

"Absolutely not! Taishi is the head of my Wu Confucian scholars, the pillar of the pillar. If there is no Taishi's Hulian Anbang's ability, the people of our Wu Kingdom will inevitably fall into dire straits. ”

As soon as he heard that Taishi Wu Jin planned to sacrifice himself to forcibly kill Ran Zicheng, the young master of the crown prince, Zeng Guineng, hurriedly persuaded.

"There are things in the world that can be done, and there are things that cannot be done. My will has been decided, and the beauty of Hulian will be returned to the people. ”

Just when Taishi Wu Jin had made up his mind and was about to leave for Ran Zicheng's mansion to forcibly kill him with the "Holy Power Divine Power", suddenly a holy power transmission came in time, Wu Jin caught it and read it, and immediately showed a knowing smile, and said three huge good words in a row.

"Okay, good, good! Lord Zeng, I don't want the smashed holy brick to be Ran Zicheng's "Theory of Wealth and Poverty", it is God who helps me Wu Guo, and he is still just a child who has not even built Zhihai. It is really the luck of Wu Guosheji and the luck of the people of Wu State!

That Ran Zicheng must have collapsed at this time, and Zhihai has dried up, so there is no need to worry!

"It's such a great event! Fortunately, even ah!" Zeng Guineng also laughed out loud.

"However, the shattering of the sacred brick of the "Treatise on the Rich and the Poor" will inevitably shake the foundation of the wisdom of many Confucian scholars who have been enlightened by the words of the court. For the sake of the overall situation, it is inevitable that this matter must not be widely known. ”

It is worthy of being the great Confucian Wu Jin who commanded the affairs of Wu State, everything is for the society and the people of Wu State, and he is thoughtful, and immediately wrote a letter back with the power of Confucianism and sent it to the hands of Hong Jingzhang of the Great Wall of the border pass.

"The teacher replied!"

The holy power of the book, thousands of miles in an instant, but too much precious holy power, Hong Jingzhang received a reply from the great Confucian Wu Jin, and immediately opened his mouth to the children who were present:

"Today's events are of great importance! If anyone dares to spread the word, they will be severely punished!"

After saying this, Hong Jingzhang looked in the direction of the military camp, and a monstrous murderous aura rose straight like the lonely smoke of the desert, and suddenly his face changed, and he shouted:

"It's not good! The great general Shen Ruoxu is about to dispatch Shang Fang's sword! Then Ran Zicheng is no longer worried, and the general must not be allowed to die because of this!"