In the end, the good nature of Yasheng won, and the master of Wensheng, who insisted on the evil nature of human nature, was not only blocked, but even the golden body of merit beside the holy master in the Temple of Literature was moved out of the Temple of Literature by hundreds of millions of Confucian students, smashed, spit, and ended up in an unbearable end.

Wenshengxue has been beaten into the forbidden science, and it has disappeared into the world for countless years, and it is not spread, even if it is a big sin to keep the scriptures and classics of the Wensheng master back then.

But in Confucianism, in terms of seniority, Master Wensheng is a Confucian sage of the same generation as Lisheng Yasheng, and he is a generation higher than the remaining ten saints.

Things have passed so many years, Confucianism has not only experienced three or four disputes, but also more hundreds of texts are competing to come out, but also entered the era of a hundred flowers, recalling the anger of the year, it seems that there are many places sorry for this Confucianism laid a solid foundation for the sage of the old man, time has changed, to this human nature is evil, there is really no basis, the fact is not so.

And the merit that Master Wen Sheng has created for the world is not, this merit cannot be wiped out, and look at the merit weapon held by Yu Ya, going around for many years in the present world and then returning to the line of Wen Sheng, it is not a matter of reason, reincarnation cycle, and it has been tried and tested.

The respect of the Confucian people for the literary sage came from the bottom of their hearts, and several sages of the year had already left the world, and Confucianism was in an eventful time, so it was time for someone to come out to preside over the overall situation.

Wen Sheng glanced at Qi Guancheng and said with a smile: "Qi, don't be old and show up for the old, just listen to a word of persuasion, let Yu Niangzi distinguish, out of the sword, how about the dog to carry it? Nine realms are not enough, then ten realms, isn't there still time, it's not difficult for the stinky man to break the realm." ”

The corners of Yu Ya's mouth crooked, "What's the matter, even if there are only nine realms, old man, in the world, who is competing." ”

Wen Sheng Lao Huai was pleased, "Your son has walked farther than everyone else on the avenue, you can't be bragging, do you gentlemen think so? Zongsheng's side, Lao Xiucai personally ran away, this old cheek, you should always sell me a face." ”

The female sage Yu Zhaoqing went to reason with others, so that Yu Ya took out the sword to protect the luck of Confucianism, and was not afraid that the relationship between the Holy Gate and Yu Zhaoqing was unclear, such an arrangement was the best arrangement for Confucianism.

Of course, Qi Guancheng felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Yu Ya's swordsmanship is high, I don't deny it, but after being punished, I have dispersed the sword qi to give back to the world, and there is really this heritage, the sword dao is not close, the world doesn't know, don't you know how many people here?"

Yu Ya sneered: "Old Ghost Qi, why don't you trust my Yu Ya's sword?

Qi Guancheng glared at Liao, but he just stiffened his neck and didn't speak.

At this time, another sword galloped in, and the chic laughter echoed in the Temple of Literature.

"Confucian sword, more than one, the so-called Confucian luck, I am not rare, but if you don't kiss the way of the sword, you can't listen to it, Yu Ya, how about accompanying you out of the sword?"

Dressed in a green shirt and stepping on a sword, the most romantic in the world is the three saints, Li Qinglian.

"It's time for the two lines of Confucianism to unite together, Taoists can work together to conspire, is it possible that people who are not Confucians can't do this?"

Monopolizing the eight fights in the world, the three sages Li Qinglian is in person, although he is from Confucianism, he can be a Confucian thing, how can he distinguish each other.

Swordsmanship is high, and Li Qinglian, who has long had a flying avenue to go, disdain the loneliness and loneliness of the outside, and insists on staying in the world, but she has always ignored Confucian affairs, but at the critical juncture, my generation of great sword immortals will make a sword at the place where the sword should be released.

With Master Wensheng coming forward as a guarantee, and then Yu Ya and Li Qinglian taking out their swords to protect the luck of the three sects of Confucianism, this combination has to be the strongest lineup that Confucianism can send now.

Qi Guancheng opened his mouth, but still swallowed his words.

However, the matter did not end there, although the momentum of Qi Guancheng was pressed, but Confucianism is now surrounded by enemies, and it is not only the two veins of Legalism and the Holy Gate to plot this Qi Yue.

You must know that in the Confucian Temple, here is the foundation of Confucianism, it is the birthplace of the entire lower culture, and it is the place where the holy master attains enlightenment.

"When a guest visits, Confucianism is such a way of hospitality?"

The faces of everyone in the Confucian Temple changed, who was the saint who came to the Confucian Confucian Temple with such fanfare.

Wen Sheng squinted his eyes and said: "Someone has knocked on the door, a few of you are still stunned, the three deputy sect masters of Wenjiao, don't you just care about this mess, go out and send it away, otherwise where will you go to save face by studying." ”

However, Master Wen Sheng did not go out of the Temple of Literature with everyone, but touched Meng Weichu with his elbow, "Meng, give me a few pots of wine for the master to taste, you just go down to business, you have been lazy and hiding for so many years, and you still want to leave it alone, if your husband knows, keep it and beat the palm of your hand." ”

Meng Weichu couldn't cry or laugh, Yasheng and Wen Sheng fought so fiercely back then, in fact, the two old men didn't have any resentment in private, it was just a dispute between the avenues, although things have been stormy for so many years, but as soon as the storm passed, he was in the world, that is, he and Master Wen Sheng could talk more about their parents.

In desperation, he took out a few pots of private collection, "The old man doesn't go out to have a look?"

Wen Sheng couldn't wait to take a sip and said: "There are talents in the country, you can't rely on us old immortals for everything, it's time to give a chance to come out of the generation, Meng, come on!"

Meng Weichu hurriedly put away his words, this cheer made him panic, he had been lazy and stealing for so many years, he couldn't ask him to fight with the world now.

Well, it's time for the first generation to show their faces, Shirakawa is not bad, so it's decided.

However, after stepping out of the Temple of Literature, looking at these gang of people who came to make trouble, my heart sighed.

Confucianism has really reached a critical moment of life and death this time.

But I saw a person holding a sword, and the sword light was shining, but it was a person and a sword, and the boundless Confucian style was pressed low and low.

Meng Weichu was taken aback, what kind of sword is it, it is so unreasonable, the literary atmosphere here in the Temple of Literature is the most important.

But he heard Yu Ya say: "Lao Tzu has also stayed in Dingjun Mountain for a lot of time, and Leng didn't realize that this sword is in Dingjun Mountain, and the Ji family is so big." ”

The person holding the sword was one of the four major sword immortal families in Dingjun Mountain, the young master of the Ji family, Ji Chong.

"The Four Immortal Swords of the Ancients, Xuanyuan! You Confucian masters know that this sword had a name back then, but it was forced to change its name because of a taboo, and now, the Ji family wants to correct the name of the fairy sword. ”

"The Ji family has become a sinner, this sin is made by Confucianism!"