"Don't!" Yu Qi hurriedly stopped when he heard this, his eyes were full of solemnity: "Don't do this! Don't do it! The saint Dao has been born, and the Great Dao is conceived and raised, if it is reduced, the Holy Dao will be damaged, and it will not be perfect." ”

"But the golden age of Confucianism has passed! The number of days is like this, there is no way!" Kong Qiu's eyes showed a look of grief.

What could he do?

This is the holy way that he personally deduced and nurtured, this is his life, this is the meaning of his life, but what can he do?

Without diminishing the Holy Path, it cannot be condensed and formed, and the Holy Way cannot be in harmony with heaven and earth.

"What Mr. lacks is just an inspiration, an inspiration that leads to a heroic righteousness. Today, I'll help you!Perhaps, we may not have a chance!" Yu Qiyi looked at Kong Qiu with a pair of bright eyes.

"Do you have a way?" Kong Qiu was no longer calm at this time, stepped forward and grabbed Yu Qi's arm.

Yu Qi smiled lightly and broke free of Kong Qiu's big hand: "Maybe there is a plan." ”

"Haoran is upright and domineering, overthrowing the law, and the world is the only one. The time has passed, why not forcibly rise against the trend, so that you can show the real domineering! After I bloom a hundred flowers to kill, this party is truly domineering! The time has passed, then I will forcibly become a Taoist with domineering!" Yu Qi's eyes showed a flash of divine light, picked up the wolf pen on the side, spread out the plain white rice paper, and then moved the pen like flying, and splashed ink in an instant:

"Yu sat in the east courtyard and sat in a dirt room. The room is eight feet wide and can be four fathoms deep. The single door is low, the white room is short and narrow, and the dirt is dark and dark. On this winter day, all kinds of qi are clear: the rain is four sets, the floating beds are a few days, sometimes it is water vapor; the mud is half a dynasty, and the steaming is full of history, sometimes it is the earthy air; at first glance it is hot and hot, and the wind duct is blocked, sometimes it is the sun qi; the eaves are yin and the salary is planing, which promotes the heat and abuse, and sometimes it is the fire gas; the warehouse is rotten, and the Chen Chen is pressing, and sometimes it is the rice gas; the shoulders are mixed, and the bloody sweat and dirt are sometimes the popularity; or the mud, or the corpse, or the rotting rats, and the evil gas is mixed, and the time is filthy. Stacking is a number of gases, and those who deserve it are rarely powerful. And to be weak, in the meantime, in the second year, fortunately unharmed, is the cause of the nourishment. The son said, "I am good at nurturing my heroic spirit. He has seven, I have one, and I have seven, so why should I be in trouble! ”

"Good! good! good!" When Kong Qiu saw this article, he couldn't help but be shocked, and he clapped his hands and praised: "Good article, good way, but all the qi of the world is clean, clear, and clear." ”

Yu Qi smiled when he heard this: "Speaking of which, all kinds of qi are just the qi of the world! The qi of the world is the righteousness of Haoran!"

"The old man is more and more curious now, looking forward to your righteous song!" Kong Qiu looked at Yu Qi with burning eyes at this time, as if he could melt it.

Yu Qi smiled when he heard this, and continued to write: Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds. The lower part is the river mountain, and the upper part is the sun star.

As soon as this sentence came out, Kong Qiu couldn't help but feel a shock to his body, like being struck by lightning, only to feel that the righteous qi in his body was spurting and moving, and it seemed that he was about to rush out of his body at any time.

In the underworld, a little spiritual opportunity fell, Kong Qiu only felt that the spirit and spirit in his body vibrate, the qi and blood in his body boiled, and the furnace of his own avenue vibrate, and in an instant, he was filled with a force in the underworld, and it could explode at any time.

At this moment, the Haoran Righteous Qi in his body was boiling, the furnace embryo was shaking, and wisps of Haoran Righteous Qi were like steam falling in the pressure cooker, constantly drumming in the pressure cooker at this time.

"Not enough! Not enough! Not enough! Not enough to break through the obstacles in the dark!" Kong Qiu used his Dao Gong at this time, forcibly suppressing all kinds of qi in his body, and the essence and energy in his eyes condensed into substance, like two small light bulbs, and the void room turned white.

lowered his head and continued to look, only to see Yu Qiyun's pen flying, and at this time, there were constantly splendid articles and pens falling on the paper:

Yu people say Haoran, full of gloom. The royal road is clear, containing and Tuming Court.

When the poor festival is seen, one by one. In Qi Tai Shi Jian, in Jin Dong Fox Pen.

In Qin Zhang Liangshi, in the Han Su Wu Festival. For General Yan's head, for Ji's blood.

For Zhang Suiyang's teeth, for Yan Changshan's tongue. Or for the Liaodong hat, clear the ice and snow.

Or for the teacher's table, the ghosts and gods weep strongly. Or to cross the river, generously swallow the hu.

Kong Qiu looked at the text, but he couldn't help but be stunned: Who is this Zhang Liang? Who is Su Wu? What is the teacher table?

However, although he didn't know who these people were, he could sense the heroic will in the article.

With the completion of the article, it turned into endless nourishment, and all of it was poured into the furnace, and at this time, the qi around Kongqiu's body could not be blocked, and it escaped directly from the pores, turning into words and articles, deducing the mystery of the articles.

The words of the ancient sages, countless truths of ancient and modern times, evolved in a small house.

"Suppress! Suppress me!" Kong Qiu's face was red, and his blood was gushing, constantly suppressing his own qi, suppressing his own Haoran Dao, and suppressing the general trend of wanting to erupt.

The general trend of Confucianism has passed, and there are not many opportunities left for oneself, and there is only one chance for oneself!

Not enough pressure! Not enough!

Continue to read, at this time, Yu Qimiao's pen gave birth to flowers, and the words on the rice paper seemed to come to life, and flowers were condensed by Haoran righteousness on the paper.

Continuing to look at it, Kong Sheng only felt that his scalp was numb, and the qi in the furnace was becoming more and more surging and prosperous, and it had been suppressed to the extreme:

Or for the fight of the thief, the reverse vertical head is broken. It is majestic and majestic.

When it runs through the sun and the moon, life and death are sufficient. The earth is based on it, and the heavenly pillar is respected.

The three outlines are really life, and morality is the root. It is not effective to give Yang Jiu, and it is really ineffective.

Especially when I saw this paragraph, Kong Shengyuan Shen had already begun to transform at this time, and a wisp of holy power condensed out, thousands of miles away from the song city, and in an instant, the spring flowers bloomed, and the grass and trees in the mountains were spitting out new sprouts.

Birds and finches are lining up in the morning and flying in the mountains, and the tiger and wolf are fierce and restrained at this time, just like a domestic dog.

In the dark, the sound of chanting scriptures, one after another Confucian scriptures resounded throughout the world and spread all over the Shang Dynasty.

In Lutai, the two ancestors who were reviewing the dossier suddenly raised their heads, listening to the Confucian articles sung by Tianyin in the dark, and they couldn't help but be shocked when they started their heads.

"It's ...... Tianyin: The Holy Way Spreads to the World?"

"Is Kong Qiu finally going to take that step?" Qi's eyes were filled with a divine light.

"I don't know if he can really take that step, it's a pity...... Confucius's Taoism is too domineering, the heyday of Confucianism has passed, and it is difficult to become a Taoist again!" Tsubaki put down the scroll in his hand: "Now that Confucius wants to forcibly preach the Tao, he is only afraid of ...... 'M afraid...... If Confucius Daoyou suffers an accident, I am afraid that my great merchant will also suffer a heavy blow, and he will no longer be able to suppress the eight hundred princes. ”

"Wait and see what happens, always pay attention to Chaoge's qi, don't disturb him. Kong Qiu chose to become enlightened now, and it is natural that he wants to make a last stand. Now that the situation of Dashang Zhenlong is declining, if he doesn't make a last fight, the chance of becoming enlightened in the later will be smaller!" Qi's eyes showed a touch of emotion: "It's a pity, his Dao is too late!

"Kong Qiu has seen his own way, but you and I are still wandering outside the door and cannot enter, isn't it even worse than Kong Qiu?" Tsubaki sighed and walked to the railing, listening to the voice of the recitation becoming clearer and clearer, and a flash of divine light flowed through his eyes.

Pick up the stars upstairs

Zixin was drinking, and while Zhou Xi was holding the wine jug, he suddenly froze, and said with a stunned face: "I don't know who is reading?" ”

"Picking stars is a hundred feet high, how can there be the sound of reading. Zixin shook his head, and then the next moment he only heard:

"Bang Bang ......"

A bang.

The wine glass in Zixin's hand fell to the ground, stood up suddenly, came to the railing, and looked at the east of the city with a pair of eyes.

The warm breeze is blowing, the spring flowers are blooming, and it is still a cold winter wax moon, but the grass and trees in Chaoge City spit out tender shoots in one day.

Even the ice and snow in the sky turned into a drizzle.

"Your Majesty...... This ......" Zhou Ji also saw a green Chaoge, and her eyes were full of incredulity: "Who is doing it?

"Kong Qiu is about to become enlightened! He is impacting the Holy Dao!" Zi Xin suddenly exerted his strength and walked quickly towards the downstairs of the star picking: "Prepare the horse, this king is going to the east of the city to build a small building." ”

Ryuri

Xi Bohou looked at the white paper in his hand with a calm face, moving his pen like flying, constantly calculating the gossip changes between heaven and earth, wanting to enlighten his own avenue.

Suddenly, the sound of chanting sounded in the courtyard of the Jinli.

"Who is reading outside the door?" was very charming!" Xibohou was disturbed by the sound of reading, stopped his movements, and shouted at the guards outside the door.

"Back to my lord, no one is studying, and we are all in the forbidden army, how can anyone come here to study?" said the servant outside the door.

"Huh?" Xibohou was stunned when he heard this, and slowly walked out of the house, but the next moment he couldn't help but be stunned. The forest in front of the door spits out young shoots, and the emerald green grass and trees take root again from the soil.

"This ...... Impossible!" Xibohou's face was shocked, and his voice was already distorted: "Someone is going to be sanctified!"

"Huh?" the guard was stunned for a moment, and said in disbelief, "Who is sanctified?

"It's not the old guy in Lutai, listening to the sound of reading, there is only one person in the world who can enter the Tao by reading!" Xibohou clenched the copper coin in his hand.

O Holy Word!

The goal of all monks for a lifetime!

"If Kong Qiu is sanctified, won't the Great Shang have to come back again. When the time comes, who will be the enemy of the 800 princes? Won't all of my Xiqi plan for a thousand years be in vain?" Xibohou raised his head, and his gloomy eyes seemed to be dripping with water: "Not good! Not good! Not good!"

If Confucius can be sanctified, and all saints cannot be manifested, who is Confucius's opponent in the world?