Jun Wu stood with a sword, all five senses were closed, and he used his martial soul to capture the figure of the Confucian scholar.

This is the unique supernatural power of the Celestial and Human Divine Realm, through the martial soul to carry out the induction of the celestial and human, no one can escape.

However, the voice of the Confucian scholar continued to come from all directions, and even the celestial senses could not determine his location.

"No way, something must have gone wrong. ”

It was not the first time that Jun Wuzheng had entered the Heavenly Path, and when he became a celestial, he had been breaking into the ninth layer of the Heavenly Path, where he had completed the final test and become a generation of celestials.

Although he had not encountered a Confucian or Taoist person that time, he had also fought with many Heavenly Path creatures, and no matter what kind of creature it was, it could not shield the Heavenly and Human Induction.

"Is it because this is the source of the Heavenly Path, or because he is the guardian of the Holy Path?"

Jun Wuzheng was guessing, when suddenly there was a loud bang, and the ground exploded, and a violent earth fire surged out.

He immediately flew into the air, but the fire was far faster than him, engulfing him in an instant.

The flames burned his body, Jun Wuzheng couldn't help but cry out in pain, his eyes opened suddenly, and what he saw was his own bedroom.

"What's going on? Just ...... It turned out to be a dream!"

Jun Wuzheng wiped his forehead, only to find that he was shocked into a cold sweat in his dream, and couldn't help laughing: "I haven't dreamed for many years, and this time I was actually shocked by nightmares, it seems that I have been too nervous recently." ”

He got up and got out of bed, went to his desk, picked up a quaint book on it, and slowly flipped through it.

"The way of heaven does not exist, the era will end, if you want to break the situation, you can only find the source of the road of heaven......"

Jun Wuzheng muttered softly to himself, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "I must have been so focused that I dreamed of going to the source of the Heavenly Road...... ”

He threw the ancient book back on the table, closed his eyes and sensed that the entire Nanlu Academy, as well as the Nanlu City under the mountain, were all in his heavenly sense.

Although the sky is not clear, whether it is Nanlu Academy or Nanlu City, many people have heard the rooster dancing, and the sound of reading comes and goes, exuding vitality everywhere.

"Heaven and earth are so full of talent, where is there an era that will come to an end, and what's even more interesting is that I will abandon literature and martial arts, which is really ashamed of my status as a saint. ”

Jun Wuzheng shook his head and smiled bitterly, picked up a book again, and read it softly: "I am good at raising my Haoran righteousness, there are seven of them, there is one of them, and there are seven enemies with one, how can I be in trouble......"

On the vast grassland, the Confucian unfolded a book in his hand, slowly recited Chinese characters, his eyes swept on Jun Wuzheng, who was sitting on the ground, reciting scriptures, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

In the passage of the Heavenly Road, he was telling everyone about the Confucianism and Taoism literary world, and said: "In the era of ten thousand demons, there was a demon saint who broke out of the Confucian and Taoist literary world, according to what he later said, after falling into the literary world, he became a Confucian and Taoist person, and he was addicted to the scriptures all day long, if he didn't wake up at the last moment, he would be enlightened by Confucianism and Taoism. Indoctrination, that is, death......"

Jun Wuzheng indulged in scriptures all day long, teaching Confucian and Taoist classics to his disciples at the academy from time to time, and occasionally sitting and discussing Taoism with visiting literary friends.

When discussing the Tao with these people, the understanding of Confucianism and Taoism became deeper and deeper, and the identity of the martial arts celestial and human god realm in the dream gradually blurred.

I don't know how long later, when he was almost about to forget that dream, someone came to talk to him, and if he regained his memory at this moment, he would find that the person who came was the Sacred Dao Guard.

However, in the memory of the literary world, Jun Wuzheng is very familiar with him. After the two of them sat down, Jun Wuzheng ordered the person to serve fragrant tea and said: "Brother Zhengyan, if you don't see each other for a day, you can finally listen to Brother Zhengyan's teachings today, and you are fortunate to have three lives without fighting." ”

"Brother Wuzheng is polite, Yu recently has experience with Haoran righteousness, special work "Song of Righteousness", and please don't fight Brother Axe. Confucius Zhengyan said.

"Brother Zhengyan has another great work, and the younger brother listens attentively. Jun Wuzheng said.

"Then I will be ugly. ”

Confucian Zhengyan stood up, straightened his clothes, and recited aloud: "Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds. The lower part is the river mountain, and the upper part is the sun and stars......"

His voice is like a big bell in Hong Lu, and the Dao Haoran righteousness emerges on itself, causing heaven and earth to resonate with it, and there are many visions.

The sun, moon and stars, mountains, rivers and mountains, along with the chanting of Confucian Zhengyan, were displayed one by one in front of Jun Wuzheng's eyes, making him fascinated and addicted to it.

“...... Looking up at the clouds.

I am sad, and the sky is very strong.

The philosopher's day is far away, and the punishment is in the past.

The wind eaves show books and read, and the ancient road shines in color.

”

Confucian Zhengyan finally recited, and then asked with a smile: "Brother Wuzheng, what is this poem?"

"Wonderful!"

Jun Wuzheng stroked his palms and sighed, and said, "Brother Zhengyan, this poem is your work of preaching?"

"Yes, do you think it's okay?" asked Confucian Zhengyan.

"If this poem is not proven, what poem can be proven? However, the younger brother has something unclear, and I hope that Brother Zhengyan will see it. Jun Wuzheng said.

"Brother Wufu, please speak. ”

Confucius Zhengyan smiled, but a fine light flashed in his pupils, the most critical moment has arrived, whether he can kill this person or not, it all depends on this.

"Brother Zhengyan, the foolish brother has heard a lot of tragedy in this poem, as if he was in distress, I don't know how to explain it?"

This poem is the work of Confucian Zhengyan, and its composition coincided with the end of the Confucian and Taoist era, which is inevitably tragic.

But he didn't expect that Jun Wuzheng was just a martial artist, and he could actually hear the tragic meaning from the poem, and he couldn't help but hesitate slightly.

However, soon Confucian Zhengyan sorted out his emotions and said: "King Wen detains and plays Zhou Yi, Zhong Ni'e plays Spring and Autumn, Zuoqiu is blind and has Chinese, Qu Yuan's exile is Fu Lisao, and Yu is the experience of feeling the ancient saint, so he has this work." ”

"King Wen detains and plays Zhou Yi, Zhong Ni, Zhong Ni, Zhong Ni ......"

Jun Wuzheng was thoughtful and softly repeated the words of Confucian Zhengyan, but when he read Zhong Ni, he suddenly stopped and repeated the name.

Confucius Zhengyan secretly snorted badly, hurriedly changed the topic, and said: "Brother Wuzheng, is it okay for you and me to argue again?"

Jun Wuzheng smiled slightly and said, "It's okay, I have gained something recently, please Brother Zhengyan." ”

Confucius Zhengyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Brother Wuzheng, please speak." ”

"Those who are righteous are the greatest and the most strong, and they are harmless and directly nourished, and they are stuffed between heaven and earth......"

As soon as Jun Wuzheng opened his mouth, he gushed endlessly, although it did not attract the resonance of heaven and earth like Confucian Zhengyan, but it gave birth to a mighty righteousness out of thin air.

That majestic righteousness was so majestic that it made the space vibrate with it, and countless black cracks appeared all around, and the entire world was faintly shattered.

Confucian Zhengyan's complexion changed drastically, and he immediately chanted the "Song of Righteousness" loudly, but he couldn't stop the collapse of the space.

Bang –

The literary world was shattered, and the Confucian Zhengyan was like a heavy blow, and blood kept vomiting from his mouth.

Jun Wuzheng stood with his sword in his hand, looked at him with a smile, and said, "Brother Zhengyan, do you think my "Haoran Righteous Qi Sutra" is higher than your "Righteous Qi Song?"