The Demon Emperor beeped, naturally it was the Demon Emperor Xuantian. In other words, the thin man standing in front of Kong Sheng at this time was transformed by part of the body of King Pip, and it was also one of the goals of Yang Ruofeng's trip.

No one could have imagined that this existence, who has always guarded the ruins of the Confucian Temple and is considered to be a Confucian powerhouse by Chinese immortal cultivators, is actually the king of beep.

The two exchanged a few words, and Kong Sheng's complexion changed several times, and the Beep-Beep Monarch roared violently to the sky, his voice full of grief and anger.

After that, the king returned to the edge of the Confucian temple ruins and turned into a sculpture. Kong Sheng's obsession, with his feelings for the mountains and rivers of China, drifted away.

After drifting for thousands of miles, he muttered: "I forgot to tell Yang Ruofeng that kid, if you want to get the opportunity in the ancestral hall of the Confucian Temple, you need to pass the test I set, and I don't know if they can pass." ”

This is not only for non-Confucian disciples like Yang Ruofeng, even if a Confucian disciple comes, they have to go through the same test. He doesn't treat everyone equally, otherwise he wouldn't be able to say such a thing: Don't suffer from inequality.

......

After Yang Ruofeng and the three of them arrived at the space where the ancestral hall of the Confucian Temple was located, they appeared on a road paved with fine gravel about a kilometer long, and the eyes on both sides were full of unknown flowers and plants, exuding bursts of fragrance.

Among the flowers and plants, there are bamboo forests swaying, and there are gurgling streams, and the sound of clinking rocks makes a dingdong sound, which is very suitable for the environment of poetry.

Yang Ruofeng sighed with emotion: "Confucian people can enjoy it!"

Raising his eyes to look at the small courtyard with red walls and green tiles was a little shocking, it was just an ordinary courtyard, but it gave people a sense of the vastness of the atmosphere, as if facing the starry sky of the universe.

Fu Bin, who is very steady on weekdays, was indescribably excited, pointing to the gate of the small courtyard, speechless.

Yang Ruofeng smiled and said, "Let's go, let's go in!" I promised Kong Sheng, we will only take what we need, and the rest of the things will still be left for the eight sects of Confucianism. ”

Fu Bin stammered, stammered, and held back two words for a long time: "Okay." ”

The three of them took a step forward, and a book appeared in front of them. Yang Ruofeng said with a smile: "This must be a test left to us by Kong Sheng. ”

Yang Ruyi's big eyes blinked and asked, "Brother, why do you say that?"

Yang Ruofeng told the story: "I don't know if you have heard of one thing, a young man asked for immortals, and came to the mountain gate of a Confucian sect with great difficulty, and bowed sincerely for three days and three nights, but was still blocked from the door. When he saw fallen leaves and some debris at the door, he cleaned them up, and the door of this sect was opened for him, because his character was passable. If my prediction is correct, the test of Confucius is a test of our character. ”

Yang Ruyi said: "Brother, you know a lot. ”

Yang Ruofeng continued: "And Confucianism's feelings for books naturally don't need to be said, it is impossible to let a book be thrown on the ground for no reason, let alone appear suddenly. If we ignore this book, perhaps the door of the ancestral hall of Confucius will never be opened for us. ”

Fu Bin was also surprised, he didn't think about this aspect at all. Now it seems that Yang Ruofeng is evaluated as being close to a demon in wisdom, and he really has his reasons, so he can't accept it.

Yang Ruofeng saw that the cover of the book was blank, and he didn't care, he pretended to lift it to the corner of the book, ready to open it and take a look, this may also be a top-notch immortal art or immortal recipe.

Shaking his head and saying: "There is a ...... in the book" wants to say "There is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book", before the words were finished, the book had been opened.

Then, I saw that a thousand black words jumped out of the book, and out of nothing they became a thousand scholars wearing scholar's clothes and their faces were like crowns of jade.

The scholars saluted in unison, and a killing intent was born out of thin air.

One of these killings was very powerful, and even Yang Ruofeng was shaken for a while, and couldn't help but scold: "Kong Sheng, you are paralyzed!"

Not to mention Yang Ruyi and Fu Bin. Yang Ruyi was okay, he was protected by Yang Ruofeng with spiritual power. Fu Bin was unlucky, crumbling, and almost fell to the ground.

It's not over yet.

The scholar sang poems with the intention of killing, such as: I wish to put the sword down my waist to kill Loulan;

The intent to kill is even stronger.

Yang Ruofeng saw that Fu Bin was about to fall, so he also protected Fu Bin.

After that, Yang Ruofeng wanted to close the book in his hand and solve the crisis from the root, but found that the book couldn't be closed at all, and looked at Fu Bin beside him.

Fu Bin's face turned pale, and he wanted to say: Yang Ruofeng, what did your uncle do? Where is this a test of morality, this is obviously a test of "etiquette" among the "six arts".

The voice was slightly lacking in breath and said: "This is a military salute in the six arts." ”

Yang Ruofeng was obviously like an idiot in this regard, and asked, "What kind of military salute?"

Fu Bin hurriedly explained.

Yang Ruofeng finally understood that Confucianism has six arts, namely etiquette, music, archery, royalty, calligraphy, and mathematics, among which etiquette is divided into auspicious rites, fierce rites, military rites, guest rites, and Jia rites.

Generally speaking, folk marriages, funerals, school admissions, apprenticeships, and sacrifices have been liturgical officials since ancient times, which is the origin of "rites". And these red tapes, in the hands of Kong Sheng, have become a battle array that can kill.

For example, the military salute at this time alludes to the army's intention of killing. The battle formation, with the poetry full of killing meaning, will have an indomitable killing momentum. Directly substantiate the killing intent, and you can kill with killing intent alone.

Yang Ruofeng chuckled: "So that's the case, my son understands." Ben Gongzi is really a genius, and he can see through it at all. ”

Fu Bin was very helpless and slandered: Big brother, Fu Mou said it in such detail, as long as you are not a fool, you can understand it. Don't pretend to be forced, okay?

Yang Ruofeng continued: "My son's guess is indeed correct, this book is the test left to us by Kong Sheng. ”

This time, not only Fu Bin couldn't listen to it, but even Yang Ruyi was a little disgusted with Yang Ruofeng.

If you hadn't opened this book with your hands, we might have entered the ancestral hall of the Confucian Temple.

In this regard, Fu Bin didn't want to say anything more, so he brought the topic back on track and said: "Fortunately, it's a military salute, if it's a death salute, Fu Mou will definitely hang up directly." Young Master Yang, do you have a good way to crack it?"

Yang Ruofeng smiled slightly and said very frankly: "No." Even a genius can't master all the knowledge in the world, you are a Confucian disciple, what do you think?"

After pondering for a moment, Fu Bin said, "We learn military salute, and we may be able to pass this test." ”

Yang Ruofeng asked: "Then hurry up, my son is in a hurry." ”

Fu Bin shook his head and said: "After the ancient times were broken, there were very few Confucian inheritances left, and there were no classics related to 'rites', and Fu was also very helpless!"