The great Confucianism of the Book of Books often does not understand magical techniques.

Just like this Mr. Fan, his magic skills are ordinary, and his magical powers are not much to comprehend, as for the "Book of Martial Arts", in his life, a hundred years of time, and he has not had a few hands-on experiences with people, how can he be the opponent of some rough martial artists?

Therefore, everyone in the world knows that if you want to deal with these Confucians, you can only fight slow with fast.

If he just lifted the pen, and didn't even touch the pen, he cut it directly, which is the safest.

However, if they wait for them to write this scripture and the truth is formed, borrowing the general trend of heaven and earth, then let alone any martial arts, or qi refiners who are good at magic and magical powers, they are cultivated higher than them, and even in the face of an iron-blooded army, they are not afraid at all, and the pen is born with its own reason, and no sword and gun spells can shake the slightest bit of its scripture and righteousness......

That's the case today.

Mr. Fan Lao has become famous through "On the Country", an article, laid the foundation of today's fame, formed his own ideas, even the immortal master Fang Qi back then, it is said that he was greatly influenced by his ideas, and now he is full of anger and writes, when his article is written, the truth is formed, let alone Shoushan Sect, I am afraid that a certain god king is here, and he may not be able to shake him anything.

The only way to do that was to interrupt him.

Don't say a word for now, give him a knife and then talk about other things.

But at this time, the sect master of Xiao Xu was suppressed by his scriptures, and there were at least a dozen golden pills around, each sealed on the left and right, entangled with him, lest he get out of trouble and threaten Mr. Fan.

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"The article is righteous, Haoran Avenue ......"

In the small building, He Zhenzhang was already attracted by the truth of the scriptures, and his head stuck out of the window, revealing a look of awe and envy.

The people who are born to be the Book of Books all yearn for such articles.

Fu Seal Technique, but a small way, only this kind of scripture and righteousness is the pursuit of their hearts.

Of course, it's just a secret pursuit of envy, not to mention him, the sect master of the Leshui Sect can't do this kind of realm.

"Second son Fang, that old Mr. Fan ......"

Meng Zhixue, Meng Qing'er and others all looked anxious and seemed to be a little depressed.

Seeing that such an article is written, no matter who it is, it will inevitably feel guilty, now what Fang Er is doing, they are not omniscient, they have already seen a little, they are panicked, they don't know whether it is right or wrong, and now that they are affected by this article, that kind of shame rises even more uncontrollably, after all, they are on the opposite side of the old Confucian who wrote "On the Country......

"The state of affairs is unknown, why not take a look at it?"

Fang Cun sat calmly, and said slowly, his voice was a little low: "Everyone in the world says that my brother used to be good friends with Mr. Fan, and he also received a lot of guidance from him when he was young, although the two faded afterwards, but if it comes to it, whether my brother really owes him or not, I can't say for sure, I have been talking to you about the Heart Sutra before, and the same is true for myself!"

"In everyone's heart, there is a ruler to measure whether the Dao heart is unbalanced!"

"The ruler in my heart is the word grievance!"

"Just because I can't tell what the grievances between my brother and this old Mr. Fan are, so repaying the favor or repaying the grievance is also the only thing I worry about, although everything tells me that I need to do this, but if he has been kind to my brother, then even if I think that what I did is right, so that if I trap him, there will be flaws in the Dao heart, and it will be difficult to find a perfect ......."

"So, I also want to see, what exactly is ...... What is it like!"

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A treatise on the country is spread in the void, and as more and more scriptures are written, the chaos between heaven and earth seems to be suppressed.

On the side of the Mountain Guarding Sect, it seemed that it was pressed into the corner by an invisible and huge force, and it couldn't stretch out.

The five sect masters and the elders looked at each other, and they all seemed to see the words that the general trend had gone.

And those people in Qingjiang City, looking at Mr. Fan writing scriptures in the air, were also a little depressed.

Inexplicably, they felt as if they were a little sorry for the old gentleman who was like a saint.

It seems that there is no longer anyone to stop the old gentleman......

...... Until a scream sounds!

"It's a shame that you still have the face to write this article......"

That voice, from a frightened and anxious mouth, is the old slave of the Fan family, he survived in this chaos, and he has been waiting for this moment, seeing that Mr. Fan is about to finish writing a scripture, he suddenly jumped into the air, and roared angrily: "Back then, the immortal master Fang Qi, hearing the name of your good righteousness, intersected with you, discussed knowledge, and benefited each other, but you copied all the concepts and principles he participated in, and made a "On the Country", which led to the song of the court, and won a great reputation!"

"Even today, some people say that the original concept of the Immortal Master Ruler is inherited from you!"

"But who knows that this idea was originally stolen from him?"

"When you wrote "On the Country", Qingjiang was shocked, and he had a good reputation for you, and the immortal master knew about it, but he didn't look for you, and even said that as long as the truth is in the world and beneficial to the people, it doesn't matter who comes from, it is clear and clear, and the reputation is given to you!"

"But later, he found out that the people of Lingzhou were stolen, ran around, offended countless people, and was even chased and killed by Tianxingdao assassins, but you were closed at that time, it was at that time that he recognized you, and was completely disappointed in you, because you have the face and later let me spread the news of his ingratitude everywhere, are you really not ashamed at all?"

"What kind of old gentleman is just an old thief who sells his reputation......"

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I don't know how many people heard this loud shout, their faces suddenly changed, and they turned their heads in shock and anger.

The five sect masters and elders were shocked, and endless anger flowed out of their eyes.

Mr. Fan and the friendship of the immortal master square ruler back then, they also saw it in their eyes, although they knew that they did not get along later, but no one knew what was going on, at most, it was only when the immortal master square ruler was stolen because of the theft of the vitality of the people of Lingzhou, he was estranged from Mr. Fan, for the article "On the Country", but no one has ever doubted Mr. Fan, after all, this is his famous article.

Even if some of the concepts of the Immortal Master Fang Qi were similar to "On the Country" later, it was only when he was influenced by Mr. Fan, after all, the Immortal Master Fang Qi when he was in Qingjiang was still young and uneducated, and it was normal for him to be influenced and instructed by the elders!

Who would have thought that there would be such a doorway?

In the alley of Qingjiang, Boss Qin, who was dressed in an elegant black robe, suddenly showed endless killing intent in his eyes, which made the killing intent on his body suddenly soar, and even the cat in his arms was frightened and desperately escaped from his arms.

After running a few meters away, he looked back at his master, and he didn't know why he suddenly emitted such a dangerous qi.

In the garden, the wine glass in the hand of the woman in the phoenix robe was instantly burned into a piece of glass.

Her eyes were extremely red for a while, and tears slid down her cheeks: "It turns out that you have suffered such grievances......"

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In the small building, only Fang Cun sat still, but his expression was gloomy and terrifying.

At this time, no one spoke, only a look of surprise on his face.

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"Poof......

As the old slave's voice sounded, Mr. Fan's face turned pale for a while, and a bright red gushed out from the corner of his mouth.

At this time, his mind seemed to be greatly touched, even the handwriting he was writing suddenly became a little scattered, and the whole article had lost a lot of divine essence, and the brilliant golden light was also rapidly becoming dim, but at this time, he suddenly gritted his teeth, turned his head, and Sen Sen glanced at the old slave, and actually didn't say a word, and continued to write......

But his Dao heart has clearly been affected, and it is difficult to have the spirit of grandeur when he puts down the pen, so he grasped it with his left palm, and the mountains and rivers were imprinted, and there was suddenly infinite power, and it flowed from the huge Qingjiang River in a hurry, blessed to his body, and then through his body, blessed to his pen, and actually took back the kind of divine essence, making him write faster and faster, and the anger in the handwriting became heavier and heavier.

Word by word, hooking up like a dragon, spread in the air, the article has almost taken shape.

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"He actually borrowed the luck on the seal of mountains and rivers and forcibly wrote ......"

The five sect masters and elders and others were already shocked in their hearts, and they hurriedly lost their voices.

"He can write ......"

After all, the sect master of the Leshui Sect cultivated the "Book of Books", and he knew this reason best, and shouted in a low voice: "The whole world knows that the article "On the Country" was written by him, and at this time only one old slave came out to speak, what can he do?

"It's just that his Dao heart is almost ruined, so he can only use the seal of mountains and rivers to write ......"

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"Hahahaha......"

And when all the Qi refiners around him had already given birth to their own answers in their hearts, Mr. Fan's madness became stronger and stronger, and he wrote faster and faster, and finally laughed madly: "With your old slave's mouth, who believes you? You let that square-foot boy climb out to confront me in person? Everyone in the world knows that "On the Country" is my scripture, what is the use of your mouth?"

With a wild laugh, he wrote faster and faster, his handwriting twisted and crazy, but he was still almost finished.

The golden light is still there, the sky and the earth are dim, and the avenue is roaring.

I don't know how many people fell silent, looking at the old man who frantically expounded the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth......

Then, when he was about to write the last word, the borrowed luck was still there, and the spirit was still there, but the red pen in his hand had begun to be truncated and broken, and it was decaying rapidly, and when the last pen had not fallen, the pen had turned into a piece of flying ash......

"How so?"

At this moment, Mr. Fan was dumbfounded and looked at the pen in his hand like crazy.