In the face of Zhang Juzheng's outpouring words, Yan Chixia spat and said with a cold smile: "Originally, I thought you were a capable person who helped the world, but you were born in the wrong era. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Now it seems that you are just a self-righteous corrupt Confucian, I think you are not right, how can you dare to say that you are replacing heaven with man?

"I'm talking nonsense, nonsense!"

The Xuanyuan Sword in Yan Chixia's hand danced more urgently, like a burning wind, wanting to cut everything that was unpleasant and clean.

Obviously, Yan Chixia disagrees with Zhang Juzheng's point of view.

In Zhang Juzheng's view, ordinary people are confused, they don't understand what they want, so they will be exploited and oppressed. And what he has to do is to set standards for the people of the world, so that everyone will act according to the standards he has set. In this way, the world will be naturally peaceful, and all injustices will be properly dealt with.

Yan Chixia has traveled to the world and read all the world, he knows that although the small citizens don't know too many big truths, they are not stupid, they can't be fooled and controlled, a society that is not rigorous and full of ills may be full of many problems. But a country that is too harsh, with rigid rules that make it difficult to breathe, will sooner or later be overthrown by the people of that country. At that time, it is only a moment before the prosperous era becomes a chaotic era.

No matter how much grain is stored in the granary, no matter how much silver taels are left in the treasury, it will not be able to restore the lost hearts of the people.

It can be said that neither of them is wrong in their ideas, and certainly not all right.

When the truth rises to a certain height, there is no so-called right and wrong for a long time.

However, the hatred aroused by disagreement often outweighs the hatred of killing one's father and wife.

This is also a kind of avenue dispute. It's just that at this time, what Yan Chixia and Zhang Juzheng are fighting for is not the ethereal way of heaven, but the humanity that can be touched.

Yan Chixia's sword became more and more urgent.

Zhang Juzheng's quiet whip also weaves a large net of legal principles, layered on top of each other, making people feel breathless when they look at it.

After all, it was Yan Chixia who inherited the sword path of the ancient legend, and her skills were superior.

The Xuanyuan Sword in his hand conjured up infinite light, and each sword contained an emotion brewing between heaven and earth. This is the great love for the common earth, without selfish distractions.

Gu Chuanxia could not completely practice the sword of great love, and the sword intent of love bloomed with boundless brilliance in Yan Chixia's hands.

Facing Yan Chixia's sword of great love, Zhang Ju's face was hideous.

There is a folk saying that 'not a murderer, not a person in power', in which the so-called murder actually refers to the heart of killing. Zhang Juzheng has the heart to grasp the authority of the world, and naturally he also has a heart that dares to kill. This murderous intent is not the ruthlessness of a chivalrous man in the face of gangsters. It's not about martial artists giving go of their opponents and respecting each other. Instead, as a superior person, he mercilessly involved a complete stranger in a death-defying indifference and ruthlessness.

Killing an enemy, an adversary, or a villain is a completely different concept from killing a stranger who has nothing to do with oneself. The former is survival and morality, and the latter is rights.

Yan Chixia has a heart of great love, so he can realize the sword of great love. It is precisely because of his great love that he resigned and retired to seclusion in the past to be with demons.

In this regard, he is very similar to Li Bai.

This sword can be described as a sword of heart.

This sword completely broke through Zhang Juzheng's darkest heart, his truth is not really for the dawn of the world, although there are factors in this, but it is by no means all, not everything.

A person can not be for fame and fortune, not for power, but also for his own beliefs and ideals, bury countless people.

In the face of Yan Chixia's heart-killing sword, Zhang Juzheng gritted his teeth, and there was a faint white flame burning all over his body, and there seemed to be the shouts and worship of all the people in the flames.

On the viewing platform, Wang Yangming suddenly changed color, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground.

Immediately after that, his face became very hesitant and struggling.

"Set your heart for heaven and earth!"

Zhang Juzheng shouted loudly, as if he had really become the core of heaven and earth, the source of everything, and the giant pillar that stood up to the sky. The shouting of the pilgrimage from all the nations became louder.

Yan Chixia's sword suddenly couldn't be pierced.

Zhang Juzheng is already the center of heaven and earth, and when he stabs it with this sword, the pillar of heaven collapses and all the people suffer. Although everything is fake, the heart is real. If Yan Chixia was ruthless and swung this sword, then he would not be able to comprehend this sword of great love.

Wang Yangming looked at Zhang Juzheng, his face changed several times, as if he wanted to leave at any time.

"I didn't expect him to learn Zhang Zai's foolish methods..." Wang Yangming's face was pale, and he was so gloomy that he was almost dripping water.

In the past, Zhang Zai said: "Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations." ”

As soon as this statement came out, it spread wildly to the ten thousand worlds, so that it was almost sanctified on the spot, but it was vain in the end, although he broke his life in the future, he took the path of the side, not a Confucian saint.

What Zhang Zai said is too arrogant, which is almost contrary to Wang Yangming's concept of 'unity of action and knowledge'. This is also a battle of truths.

As a disciple of Wang Yangming, Zhang Juzheng actually learned Zhang Zai's skills, which is equivalent to turning his back on his teacher, and it is no wonder that Wang Yangming is so angry that he almost brushes his sleeves away.

If it weren't for the gambling contract with Gu Chuanxia, he would definitely not be sitting here at this moment.

Mu Ran turned around, and saluted Gu Chuanxia slightly: "I lost this game! You have already won two games in three games, and this law of the last days is naturally yours." ”

With that, he took out a scroll.

The law of the end times was naturally sealed by him in the immortal articles he wrote.

Wang Yangming admitted defeat, but Gu Chuanxia did not accept it, but pointed to the two sides in the duel and said: "The disciple does not have to be inferior to the teacher, and the teacher does not have to be better than the disciple." The truth of this sentence is more transparent than me. Although Zhang Juzheng learned Zhang Zai's skills, he may not really agree with his reasoning. An outstanding disciple will never follow the old path left by the master step by step, they will always see and try something new. Sometimes I will even study something that is contrary to what the Master taught, so that I can step out of the shadow of the Master and break away from the original barrier. ”

Wang Yangming seemed to be relieved, but his face looked slightly better: "What the dream master said is very true, it is Wang who is persistent." ”

Wang Yangming himself understands this truth, but the authorities are confused, and if they are concerned, they will be chaotic. He had too many expectations for Zhang Juzheng, but he couldn't see the truth clearly.

And at this moment, Zhang Juzheng was carrying a surging trend, like a saint from ancient times, throwing away the silent whip in his hand, but holding a bamboo slip, sealing the sky and the earth, and wanting to involve Yan Chixia in the bamboo slip.

And the voice of the Holy Dao came out of the bamboo slips, constantly blurring Yan Chixia's self-thoughts, seeing that she was about to be suppressed, and it seemed that she was already in decline, and she was about to be defeated.

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