Zhuang Zhou came to the front of the camp in an instant, looked at Meng Ke and the three of them who were standing in the air, unaffected by the heavy rain, and said indifferently: "The poor Taoist junior brother is in retreat and enlightenment, and several Confucian sages are looking for him something?"

Meng Kexun and the two glanced at each other when they heard this, and a ray of joy flashed in the depths of their eyes.

Then Meng Ke came out of the crowd, bowed slightly, and said straight to the point: "The disciples of the Fuwen Dao Palace are highly cultivated, and Lin Ze, the Mandate of Heaven, is even known as invincible under the realm of saints. ”

A cold light flashed in Zhuang Zhou's eyes, and he said coldly: "The relationship between the two Dao and Confucian families has always been good, so why don't you want to force the poor Dao junior brother to death?"

Meng Ke said with a look of surprise on his face: "Why did Zhuang Sheng say this? We just asked Lin Ze, the Mandate of Heaven, for advice, why did we force him to die?"

Xun Jing added a sentence on the side: "Isn't it that Lin Ze is worried that his defeat at the hands of us and others will hinder the invincible prestige of the saint realm, so he avoids it?"

Zhuang Zhou was immediately annoyed when he heard this, and the Confucian people were really as brazen as Confucian saints, and they actually beat a rake.

While his thoughts were circulating, Zhuang Zhou suddenly thought of a counterattack, squinted his eyes slightly, and said in a quiet tone: "Yunmeng Ze Shui Jun has learned from the past, are you sure that you would rather risk falling than challenge the poor Dao junior brother?"

Meng Ke replied awe-inspiringly: "Chaowen Dao, you can die at night." ”

Zhuang Zhou shook his head lightly, in terms of shamelessness, compared to Confucianism, he is still a lot worse.

Zhuang Zhou took a deep breath, calmed down his anger, and said indifferently: "Poor Dao asks if his cultivation is not weak, if the three of them really ask for advice, why don't they replace the poor Dao junior brother and discuss the Tao with the three?"

Meng Ke shook his head again and again and said: "Zhuang Sheng's Tao is profound, I have seen it many times, and I will be exempt from discussing the Tao with you, but I have never experienced sitting with the Mandate of Heaven and discussing the Tao, and I hope that Zhuang Sheng will be fulfilled." ”

The corners of Zhuang Zhou's mouth flashed with a sneer: "But Poor Dao wants to discuss with you today, don't talk nonsense, let's take it." ”

After speaking, without waiting for the three to respond, Zhuang Zhou turned into a golden-winged Dapeng bird with wings and attacked the three of them.

Meng Ke forcibly suppressed the joy in his heart, and said to Xun Yan: "Two juniors, form a three-talent formation." ”

As he spoke, a long river of righteousness filled with the avenue of righteousness emerged in the air.

Yan Hui Xun released a long river of righteousness composed of the Avenue of Rites and the Avenue of Wisdom respectively.

The three mighty and righteous rivers are distributed according to the three talents of heaven, earth and man, echoing each other from afar, and the power is superimposed, compared to a single one, I don't know how much stronger.

The golden-winged Dapeng bird that Zhuang Zhou turned into collided hard, and the two sides retreated in unison, and they couldn't hold each other for a while.

However, Zhuang Zhou did not stop because of this, and continued to collide with the three rivers of righteousness.

The second time, the result was still that both sides were shocked back, but Meng Ke and the three retreated a hundred zhang, while Zhuang Zhou retreated ninety-nine zhang.

Although the difference is one zhang, it is Zhuang Zhou who has the upper hand.

Third, fourth......

Zhuang Zhou's golden-winged Dapeng bird hit the long river of Haoran righteousness faster and faster, and occupied more and more of the upper hand.

After a few breaths, when Zhuang Zhou collided with it for the tenth time, the three rivers of Haoran righteousness collapsed violently, and the sharp wing feathers of the golden-winged Dapeng bird slapped heavily on the three of them.

Meng Ke and the three of them vomited blood in the air and fell to the ground quickly.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the golden-winged Dapeng bird that Zhuang Zhou had transformed, and he pursued Meng Ke and the others.

In Zhuang Zhou's opinion, if they don't teach Meng Ke and the three of them a hard lesson today, wouldn't it be annoying if they come to the door again and again to ask for advice?

It is best to beat Meng Ke and the three of them to serious injuries at one time, and it is easy to heal them, so that it is possible to do it once and for all.

With a loud "boom", Meng Ke and the three of them fell into a mountain forest outside Yangzhai City, smashing out a large pit with a radius of nearly eight miles and a depth of dozens of zhang.

I don't know how many birds and beasts were wiped out under the impact, and only a wisp of blood lingered in the air.

Meng Ke and the three of them were lying at the bottom of the pit, their robes were slightly messy, seeing Zhuang Zhou chasing after them, a sense of extreme danger appeared in their hearts, and they had the intention to dodge, but they couldn't do anything.

Seeing that Zhuang Zhou was about to hit Meng Ke and the three of them hard, a faint word of benevolence suddenly appeared on the three of Meng Ke, turning all Zhuang Zhou's attacks into invisible.

At the same time, the voice of the Confucian sage sounded in the room: "Zhuang Zhou, this is a Confucian loss, and I hope that my subordinates will show mercy." ”

Zhuang Zhou's face was extremely ugly when he heard this, and he said bluntly: "The Confucian sage first instructed his disciples to be aggressive, come to the door to provoke and challenge, and now find an excuse to meddle in the fight, is this the demeanor of a saint?"

The voice of the Confucian sage came from far away from within Yangzhai City: "If you want to add to the crime, there is no excuse, Zhuang Zhou, if you slander this seat by your assumptions, are you not afraid of this seat being condemned?"

Zhuang Zhou snorted coldly and said: "If the Confucian sage thinks that the poor way is slander, he can take action against the poor road, and the poor road wants to see how the Confucian sage disregards the supreme status of the saint and bullies the small with the big." ”

As soon as Zhuang Zhou's words fell, a large hand appeared above his head, seemingly slowly, but falling extremely quickly.

Zhuang Zhou was not in a hurry, and the golden-winged Dapeng bird shrank sharply, turning into a slightly illusory colorful butterfly, dancing and flying in the air.

When the big hand pressed down, the colorful butterfly was like a phantom, let the big hand run over, but it was not damaged at all.

The big hand continued to go down, grabbed Meng Ke and the others, instantly retracted back to Yang Zhai City, and disappeared in front of Zhuang Zhou's eyes.

The Confucian sage's voice sounded again: "Zhuang Zhou, for the sake of Master Li, this seat does not care about you in general, I hope you will do it yourself, don't make mistakes." ”

Zhuang Zhou's face showed a look of mockery, and he said as if you must be able to help me, if I also dream of the butterfly's method and escape into the Heavenly Dao, do you dare to break the Heavenly Dao?

I wanted to think about it, but Zhuang Zhou didn't say it, although he was not afraid of the Confucian saint, but it was not a good thing to fall into the face of the saint like this.

Moreover, there were many means in the saint realm, and Zhuang Zhou could not be sure that the Confucian saint had no other means to deal with him.

After thinking about it, Zhuang Zhou still felt angry, and let go of his voice and said loudly: "Today, Daogong Zhuang Zhou defeated the three sages of Confucianism Meng Ke, Yan Hui, and Xun Guo Yu Yangzhai, I hope that the three sages of Confucianism should not be discouraged, keep in mind today's shame, retreat and penance, and ask more Confucian sages for advice." ”

"Poor Dao hopes that when he meets the three Confucian sages again one day, the three sages will join forces to fight Poor Dao for a few rounds, instead of needing Confucian sages to save his life every time. ”

"I hope that the Confucian saint can spend more time teaching his disciples to pass on the disciples, so as not to go out and defeat others and fall into the prestige of Confucianism. ”

Zhuang Zhou said a lot of sarcastic Confucian words in front of the mortals of Quanyang Zhai in one breath, and his mood suddenly improved a lot.

Let's see if Confucianism is really so shameless, humiliated again and again, and daring to come to the door to challenge.

Not to mention anything else, the news that the three sages of Confucianism were all defeated at the hands of the Dao Palace spread out, and the prestige of Confucianism must have declined.

Correspondingly, Confucian luck will be compromised to a certain extent.

For Zhuang Zhou, this point cannot be ignored, such a price to pay, harm oneself and others, Confucianism should always think about whether to do.

After shouting these words, Zhuang Zhou turned around and walked leisurely towards the camp of Western Qin.

At this moment, in the Yangzhai City County Guard's Mansion, Confucian Sheng looked at Meng Ke and the three of them, nodded slightly, and said, "The three of you have done a good job this time." ”

The three of them bowed down and said, "Thank you for the compliment." ”

The Confucian Sage turned his gaze to the others and said indifferently: "You have seen it, with the amulet given by this seat, even if it is as strong as Zhuang Zhou, it can't hurt you again." ”