Quiet questioning, depressed building.

A question that a three-year-old baby can answer makes people think for a long time without saying anything...

The old Ru's eyebrows wrinkled deeper and deeper. He held the bamboo slip tightly in his hand.

The tighter you grip it...

Shaking Jane's hand was trembling, and a few bruises appeared on his face. It's sad...

It's just that as time goes by, sadness turns into confusion. His mouth hovered between opening and closing. It makes people look as if the words are born from the heart, but when they come to the mouth, they are swallowed back alive.

"Something doesn't seem right..."

"You go and inform Deputy Pavilion Master Yu..."

“......”

Several Confucians, who had advanced cultivation, faintly noticed that things didn't seem to be normal, and reminded each other in low voices.

And at this moment, Lao Ru was really not in a good state, his body began to tremble casually, the blood on his face gradually faded, and the green tendons under his wrinkled skin had burst out.

"Click..."The bamboo slip in his hand is cracking!

Everyone was shocked!

Anyone can see that this old Confucius's Dao heart is already unstable.

All the disciples of the Heavenly Pavilion knew that the identity of this old Confucian was extraordinary. He and the two who have left are not just great Confucians who ask the heavens, they are still worshiped by Hanlin. After the retirement of Hanlin, for some unknown reasons, he came to Wentian and took over as the keeper of the scriptures on the second floor of the scripture building.

One guard is a hundred years, and cultivation is even earlier to the apocalypse!

And it is such a scripture keeper who has been cultivating the Heavenly Dao for a hundred years, but today he was shaken by a question that could not be ignored! This has to make everyone's hearts frightened.

"Click... Click"

The hemp rope connected by the cyan bamboo slips is broken!

"Oh no!" "Oh no!", "Oh no!!"

Several loud shouts rang out from the crowd! At the same time, three figures swept out of the crowd.

They're blazing fast!

In an instant, he swept to Lao Ru's side, and the figure that arrived the fastest among them started with a palm, bringing a strong wind and hitting Lao Ru's abdomen.

"Smack"

Slap the henchman, a loud bang

"Poof..."The old man was hit by a palm, and his body was a few steps backwards, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Click... "The cyan bamboo slip in his hand was finally broken by him, and it was sprinkled in the air.

He tripped over the stairs.

The other two figures who came later immediately stepped forward to support Lao Ru, and secretly transferred their own essence to Lao Ru's body.

It was so sudden that everyone was stunned, including Xia Xun, who had been mentally prepared.

Blood sprayed on the smooth ground and flowed, the broken green bamboo slips were dyed a little red, and the cracked bamboo threads were still floating in the air, Xia Xun's eyes were full of shame and disappointment.

The old man in the middle palm was helped to sit on the ground and gasped slightly, there was no trace of blood on his old face, and his godless eyes looked at Xia Xun weakly.

"You go upstairs" Lao Ru's voice was very weak, without any emotion, like dead silence.

"I'm sorry" Xia Xun bowed deeply, but did not leave. He knew that the palm made by the figure was to save people, and he had no energy, just to wake up the old man who was deeply entangled in demons, so it didn't actually hurt the old man's heart and blood.

It's just that Xia Xun's question caused the old Confucian's Dao heart to be hit hard, and his consciousness almost collapsed. So he can't leave now, at least until the old man leaves.

"Why do you want to practice?" asked Xia Xun slowly and weakly, without a trace of gleam in his eyes

"Sorry, I don't know"

Xia Xun replied humbly but naturally, because he really didn't know, so he would ask.

The old Confucian slowly swept over the surrounding people with godless eyes, and then looked at the few Confucian people who beat him and supported him, and finally returned to Xia Xun:

"Hehe..."

"Since I don't know, I'm still thinking about what to do..."

"Hehe, practice..."

All the people who were swept and questioned by his eyes lowered their heads slightly or looked away, not daring to look at the old man...... It's fear, but it's also compassion.

Snowflakes drifted in the sky outside the building, and the snowflakes were blown into the building by the wind.

Yueyang's winter is not cold, but the wind and snow blowing in at this moment are very cold, making the crowd around the building feel that bit cold. What really makes people cold should be not only the snowflakes that drift in, but also the old Confucian who sits on the ground weakly, his pale face and confused expression.

This old man, who has been working hard for a hundred years for a glimmer of opportunity, is now like a goose that has been shot down. The old man slowly moved away from the four hands that were holding him and stood up with difficulty. Dragged his old body slowly forward, towards the door of the warp building.

Xia Xun bent slightly, respectfully moved two steps for the old man to make way out.

He was very remorseful...

Although this old man disliked him, he didn't expect that a casual question would actually break the Dao heart that the old man was looking for, making it difficult for him to preach the Tao.

This is something he never calculated, let alone his original intention...

The surrounding crowd also bent over to make way for the old man to make a path to the gate.

They can also feel the sorrow of the old man deeply. A great Confucian who has practiced all his life, when he looks back on his own path, he finds that he still has not left the tragedy. Because I don't even know where the cause is, what is the use of the previous practice?

The old man walked very slowly, very slowly, his shoes stepped on the blood stains on the ground, and the road he walked on, imprinted bright red shoe prints. His face was dull and expressionless, and his trembling lips were faintly vocalizing.

The emotionless words came out from time to time as the old man struggled to move forward, and the cold tone and cold language made everyone feel that the path of preaching was so bleak.

The lonely figure of the old man disappeared into the wind and snow outside the building, leaving only a long, bloody road......

Everyone in the building was choked up and speechless, for a long time...

Xia Xun turned to face everyone, bowed, turned back again, and went upstairs...

At the side of the cafeteria, there were two people sitting from beginning to end of the day. Even when the last old man was injured, they didn't go out into the crowd, but just watched from afar and quietly.

Both of them were Confucian scholars in gray linen robes, and there were two porcelain cups on the table, as well as two bamboo slips, one black jade and one verdant.

"It seems that Li Yan is still thinking about what happened back then... Why bother..."The owner of the ink jade bamboo slip was a little sad.

"It's just this kid's problem. If it is changed in the past few years, it will affect the pace of Lao Li's cultivation at most. ”

"But today's Lao Li's luck is really enough to carry it. As long as a cultivator knows that his time is short, everyone will doubt himself, and it is estimated that he himself knows that he is just using cultivation to stabilize the daily Dao mind. I was actually pierced by this kid today. Hey, it's really unlucky, he was broken by a ghost plot back then, and he stagnated the Apocalypse for thirty years, and today he is broken again by his descendants... Poor ......."

The waist-length man sighed.

"His problem is not tricky. Can you and I really answer with our hearts? Even if we can, I don't dare to answer, right?" said the owner of the ink jade bamboo slip

"This question may be answered by the bald men of the Western Regions, and they are the least reasonable. ”

"But I don't think that's what the kid wants to ask. Even if it were, he wouldn't have meant that. He can't get to that level yet, and since he can't get to that level, he shouldn't know the true meaning of the problem. The long-haired man said.

"Hehe..."

"An out-of-body boy, even if he reads through the ancient and modern classics, he really can't reach that level. It's just..."

The owner of the Moyu Bamboo Slip paused:

"Really... Is it just out-of-body?"

Changfa picked up the porcelain cup and took a sip of tea, shook his head and said, "I also think he shouldn't be enlightened." But I have to admit that what I saw was really just an opening. Besides, didn't you let Luo Jue try it before?"

"Hehe..."

The owner of Mo Yuzhu Jian was a little embarrassed: "There seems to be something wrong last time, and he has reservations..."

"However, it can be confirmed that there is nothing abnormal in his body..."

"Unless..."

He picked up the bamboo slip: "Unless the flesh and blood are sealed!"

"Huh?"

The long-haired man was startled! Then he thought about it again...

"But he should be fourteen or fifteen years old this year, and it's impossible that he is still sealed out of his body!

"Eh, Lao Cao..."

"You don't even say a word no matter how you go!"

The long-haired man who was talking to himself only halfway through his speech found that the Confucian he called Lao Cao had gone away.

He didn't walk out of the prayer building, but walked to the stairs that led to the second floor of the prayer building...

From time to time, the Confucian scholars and teachers who passed by him gave way to the main way and bowed to him.

The man who was left alone was very helpless and couldn't help laughing at himself.

"What's the use of a strong bloodline..."