In the twilight, a figure in a black python suit stood at the head of the city and looked into the distance, surrounded by ironclad forests on the left and right.

The whole city waited for one person.

When the white-faced eunuch saw the old Confucian who was slowly walking on the post road, he subconsciously clenched his palm on the battlements into a fist and said softly: "Your Highness's meaning, I don't want to see this big gentleman enter the city." ”

An armored general standing beside him respectfully promised, "Do the king's will." ”

When the people in the city saw the old Confucian student, the old Confucian also saw the people on the city, and he still walked forward and muttered to himself: "What a great welcoming formation." ”

The old Confucian looked down, and saw the city gate at the end along the post road, which was a copy of the Zhengyang Gate of the "Eastern Capital" of the Wei State and was not inferior to the Zhengyang Gate of the imperial capital. Although the gates were closed at this time, you can imagine the deep doorway behind the gates.

To this day, the heart of King Wei is like this city and this gate, showing the world and being known to passers-by.

How can you not come on this trip to Wei?

When there was still a distance of about 100 zhang from the "Zhengyang Gate", the old Confucian stopped, took off the bookcase from behind and put it in front of him, and then he carefully took out a roll of bamboo slips from the bookcase and held it in his hand.

The Confucian Heavy Instrument Zhengxin Mirror is in Chen Gongyu's hands, but Sun Shiwu, as the oldest in the Confucian Sect, also has one thing.

The contents of this bamboo slip are not very surprising, if you want to exchange them for paper books, you can buy them from the bookstore for only 100 yuan, and the old Confucian scholar is so solemn because this book is written by the holy master himself, which is extraordinary.

The Taoist ancestor 3,000 words, the Buddha 9981 volumes of Buddhist scriptures, plus the six scriptures of the Confucian saints, this is the foundation of the three religions, the avenue is hidden in it, but few people can directly enlighten the Tao from it, but if it is replaced by the Taoist ancestor, the Buddha, the holy master personally explained, it is different, because of this, the patriarch of the three religions often will personally transcribe the classics, and pass on their own feelings to future generations.

How can such things not be taken seriously?

When it comes to Confucian classics, it is inseparable from the theory of the Six Classics. Although the Holy Master claimed to have stated but did not do it, this did not prevent him from copying the Six Classics himself, and the bamboo slip in Sun Shiwu's hand was the "Spring and Autumn" in the Six Classics.

The old Confucian held the Spring and Autumn Festival with one hand, and carefully spread out the bamboo slips with the other, just like an old master who preached and taught in a private school.

As for the students, it is naturally the majestic city in front of them. In other words, it is Xiao Jin, the king of Wei, who is sitting in the palace of King Wei in the city.

But obviously, Xiao Jin didn't want to listen to the old Confucian student's preaching.

According to the rules of the Confucian heaven and earth monarch and teacher, the emperor and the queen of heaven are on the top, and the father and brother are no longer there, Xiao Jin regards himself as the emperor, and he is a born immortal, try to ask the world, who can be his teacher?

In terms of conceit alone, Xiao Jin, His Royal Highness the King of Wei, is especially better than His Majesty the current Emperor.

When the old Confucian student spread out the bamboo in his hand to briefly preach and teach in the Xiongcheng in front of him, the wind and clouds surged, and the sky showed a vision.

There seemed to be countless sounds of fighting horses' hooves around, the Spring and Autumn Turbulent Times, and the princes' conquests, all in it.

I saw that there were really countless cavalry phantoms around the old Confucian student, shadows and shadows, horses' hooves, nasal sounds, neighing sounds, and footsteps were mixed together, and it seemed that there was really a large army that appeared "outside the eastern capital", as long as an order was given, the city would be attacked immediately.

Soldiers are coming to the city.

At this moment, the great eunuch who was standing at the head of the city was furious, and said hatefully: "Where is the bed crossbow?"

As his words fell, the crossbows and artillery on the city roared together, and the sound of wind and thunder shook in an instant.

The old Confucian turned a blind eye to this, and most of the projectiles and arrows fell into the air, and the few who went straight to the old Confucian were directly shocked into fine pieces by the majestic qi machine of the old Confucian before they got close.

The old Confucian strode forward.

The vision changes again.

Palaces, emperors, and various schools of thought wander around to expound their own righteousness, which shows that some people are impassioned in the temple, and some people are scolding Fang Xuan in the battle.

In ancient times, there were scholars who lobbied the king of Qin, and the king of Qin said that the anger of the Son of Heaven was ambushed by millions of corpses and bled for thousands of miles.

Seeing that the lobbying failed, he replied, the anger of the puppet, the two corpses, bleeding five steps, the world is vegetarian, and today is also.

Sun Shiwu didn't just come to beg for death today, he came to lobby King Wei, but King Wei didn't want to listen.

He looked up at the approaching city wall, and whispered to himself, "Since the old man reasoned with you, and you don't want to listen, then...... The old decay will learn the wrath of the puppeteer!"

After the first battle of Mingling, Xiao Jin was destroyed a three-corpse primordial god, and the masters under his command were killed and injured countless times, and their vitality was greatly injured, and their muscles and bones were broken, and there were not too many masters in the Wei State at this time.

If Xiao Jin listens to persuasion, everything is naturally fine, and if Xiao Jin insists on going his own way, then as long as he kills him, the world will be peaceful.

It's that simple.

Sun Shiwu's every step made the earthquake tremble.

Although there was only one person, it was like an army of thousands of people stamped on the ground.

Countless dust fell on the walls of the city, and the people at the head of the city felt as if the footsteps were stomping on their hearts, almost breaking their hearts.

The eunuch held on to the battlements and said viciously, "What about the people?

This time, it is no longer the ballista and artillery, but countless masters belonging to the Wei Palace who jumped down from the city tower, some people attract wind and thunder, some people make flying swords, and some people draw runes to arrange arrays, such as eight immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers.

Sun Shiwu didn't look up at these people, but just stopped slightly, looking down at the bamboo slip in his hand, "I am good at raising Haoran righteousness." ”

After saying this, he walked towards the city gate without raising his head.

With his footsteps, a red glow rose in the direction behind him, like the sunrise in the east.

Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds. The lower part is the river mountain, and the upper part is the sun star. Yu people say Haoran, full of gloom.

This is Haoran righteousness!

Sun Shiwu's footsteps were not fast, but the spread speed of the red Haoran Qi was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, half of the sky was already red, and in this red haze, it seemed that a red sun was about to rise.

Whether it's a spell or a flying sword, you can't get close to this red glow.

The old Confucian held the bamboo slip in one hand, stretched out a finger forward with one hand and gently pointed it out.

All the masters who jumped from the top of the city were suddenly struck by lightning, and flew backwards with a bang, crashing into the city wall, smashing countless cracks, and smoke and dust and rubble fell.

It's like swatting mosquitoes and flies.

With another wave of his sleeves, he dispersed the rain of arrows that followed, like dispelling the miasma of smoke, to put it mildly.

Seeing this scene, the eunuch standing on Cheng's head fell to the ground, his face pale.

He is only equivalent to Zhang Baisui in status, but after all, he is not Mr. Ping'an, who has cultivated to a high level.

Sun Shiwu's footsteps became faster and faster, so fast that he could barely see his figure, like a wisp of fresh wind.

A little haoran, a thousand miles of fast wind.

The wind passed through the "Eastern Capital" and hit the city gate hard.

This "Eastern Capital" city is also not the real Eastern Capital that has been operated by three dynasties for hundreds of years, and it has not been able to take the city as a formation, so when the breeze hits the city gate, the whole city shakes.

It was as if the city had been hit by an earthquake that had not been seen in a century, and the walls of the city were shaken, including the houses and pavilions in the city, and all the tiles shook endlessly, as if they were about to jump.

The gates also trembled.

Very domineering and unreasonable.

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Confucianism already has a king overlord, since you don't listen to the advice of the king, then I will be overbearing, this is not a punishment for not teaching.

The breeze then hit again.

The gates were crumbling.

When the breeze hit the city gate for the third time, it was finally unimpeded.

On the occasion of the 23rd year of Chengping's resignation and summer, Mr. Sun Shiwu, a Confucian man, set foot in the "Eastern Capital" city of Wei for the first time in his life, and possibly for the last time.