"Confucianism!"

Seeing Yang Xian take out a big green iron seal from his arms and put it on the yellow silk, Li Qingsang's eyes showed a strange look of nostalgia, fear, yearning and remembrance, he looked at the green and faint big seal in Yang Xian's hand, and sighed slightly, "This is the Confucian seal!"

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And the Confucian seal was also cast by the Confucian master at that time under the witness of the original hundred sect masters.

When this great seal was cast, it was praised by the patriarchs of a hundred schools of thought, and blood was poured on it.

Since then, the Great Seal of Confucianism has the ability to command the world, but where Confucianism is issuing an edict, there are few disobedient people in the hundreds of schools.

In the past few thousand years, generations of Confucian sect masters have relied on this seal to convene the world's sects again and again to eradicate the evil, fight against the immortal black mountain, and kill the great demons outside the sky.

It was not until the emergence of science and the split of Confucianism that the positive seal of Confucianism gradually disappeared.

Now seeing this big seal in Yang Xian's hand, Li Qingbao and the others have a thousand thoughts in their hearts, both in awe and pity, and said in their hearts: "Thousands of years ago, when this big seal was taken out, it would be shocked in nine days and ten earths, but now Confucianism is in decline, and the current master of the sect is just a teenager, so I don't know what the reaction of the sects in the world is under today's edict?"

Just after Yang Xian stamped the Great Seal, all the ancient sects in the nineteen states of the Great Zhou Dynasty, all the sects that had not yet broken off their inheritance, and the mountain gate or ancestral hall where they were located shook at the same time.

Exclamations abounded.

"Huh?"

In a big city, a middle-aged blacksmith had just sent off a guest in an old blacksmith shop, and was about to pour a bowl of wine to quench his thirst, when his body suddenly stiffened, and then he looked up sharply at the ancestral tablet hanging in the hall.

"Buzz"

The patriarch's tablet made of black iron in the hall couldn't help but tremble lightly, there was a small blank space on the patriarch's tablet, usually black and swarthy was nothing special, but at this time it was shining, and the word "edict" kept emerging, and it was a long time.

"This ......"

The middle-aged blacksmith was surprised and delighted, "Edict to the world? Mr. Mei, he is not dead yet?"

He stretched out his hand to make a false move, and a sledgehammer more than ten feet away outside the courtyard suddenly flew up and entered the lobby in an instant.

The middle-aged blacksmith stretched out his hand to copy the sledgehammer, and his face was full of murderous anger, "Mr. Mei, is this going to counterattack science?"

In another city, a fortune teller is carrying a flag along the street, the fortune teller has a flagpole in his hand, the flag is black on a white background, and the four words "iron mouth is broken" are written on it, this fortune teller is dressed in green cloth, wearing a soft hat, stepping on hemp shoes, and his appearance is strange.

The fortune teller was walking, and the flagpole in his hand suddenly shook, and the flag was automatic without wind, and the hunting sounded.

The fortune teller was taken aback, his body stopped suddenly, and he looked at the flagpole in his hand in disbelief, only to see that there were snake-like runes on the flagpole that kept moving up and down.

"Confucian edict?"

The fortune teller exclaimed, "Mei Niansheng is not dead yet, what is he going to do?"

Because he was in the middle of the city, he stopped on the street like this, which hindered the walking of the people behind him, and a big man next to him scolded and scolded: "What are the ghosts howling? Stinky fortune tellers, don't get in the way!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pushed towards the fortune teller, intending to push his body away, but as soon as the palm of his hand was stretched out, it was empty.

The fortune teller, who was still in front of him just now, suddenly disappeared.

The scolding man was dumbfounded, and it took a long time for the ghost to howl, "Ghost!"

The city is like this, and the mountains are also inevitable.

On top of a steep sky-piercing giant peak, a big sword inserted on the top of the mountain was shaking violently, and the sword body emitted an incomparable sword aura, stirring the sky and tearing through the white clouds.

An old man in white was startled by the movement of the great sword, and came to the giant sword with three children.

The giant sword was shaped like a tombstone, and the body of the sword was as black as ink, and at this time, golden runes flashed.

"Confucian edict!"

The old man in white looked at the big sword and muttered to himself, "Edict the world? Mei Niansheng, aren't you dead yet?"

This old man in white has a slender figure, white beard and white eyebrows, his face is unwavering, extremely cold, and the whole person is like a sword that opens the sky.

He was standing in front of the sword monument at this time, the sword intent on his body gushed out, and the sword qi was stirred in the sky above his head, forming a chaos, and everything did not exist.

The old man in white stood quietly for a long time, motionless, and the three children beside him also stood quietly, like sculptures, without a sound.

If the old man in white is a long sword, then the three children beside him are three short swords, the same expressionless and the same cold.

After standing for a long time, the old man turned around and looked at the three children beside him, "You three, pack your things and prepare to go down the mountain to practice!"

The three children had a vision, but they were young, but they all had white hair and white eyebrows, and their eyes were pale gold.

At this time, after listening to the instructions of the old man in white, the three children did not speak, but turned around and walked towards the dwelling.

Watching the three boys gradually walk away, the old man in white muttered to himself, "Mei Niansheng, I am not as good as you, but your disciple may not be as good as my disciple!"

In the Western Regions, in the Immortal Heavenly Pass in the north, in the Endless Sea in the East, and in the depths of the 100,000 mountains in the Southern Wilderness.

On this day, whether it was Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism and Demons, or Bingnong Yinshu, or the Demon Clan's undead clan, they were all shocked by the Great Seal.

On this day, the bells of countless sects in the world rang continuously, the drums beat frequently, some people were surprised, some people were afraid, and they were excited, and some people cursed, all kinds of things.

At this time, Yang Xian put away the big seal and said to Li Qingsang: "Senior, please borrow a jade talisman to use." ”

Although he was still unkempt and barefoot at this time, his bearing was majestic, no less than Li Qingsang, although he only spoke lightly, but under the deep majesty, it was difficult for people to have a disobedient heart.

Li Qingsang glanced at Shi Duxiu next to him, sighed slightly in his heart, stretched out his hand, took a wooden box next to him into his hand, handed it to Yang Xian, and said with a smile: "The virtuous nephew can take it." ”

Yang Xian didn't say much, took the box and patted it gently, and with a "bang" sound, the copper lock on the lid of the wooden box was shaken away by his internal strength, and the lid of the box bounced open, revealing pieces of jasper charms the size of fingernails inside.

"In this way, the younger generation is ugly!"

Yang Xian stretched out his hand and slapped it on the box again, and there was a "bang" sound, and hundreds of jade talismans in the box flew out at the same time, emitting a clear blue light, floating and sinking in the air.

"Duh!"

Yang Xian snorted softly, his big sleeves flicked suddenly, and the jade talismans passed through the yellow silk that had just been written one after another like a string of fish, and flew out of the window.

Just as these jade talismans passed over Huang Aya, Huang Aya suddenly shone brightly, and all the handwriting on Huang Aya was reflected in the jade talismans one by one.

These jade talismans did not fall after flying high in the air outside the window, as if they were a flock of birds waiting for orders, waiting for Yang Xian's orders.

Yang Xian took a deep breath, his long hair was blown by a strong wind, making a crackling sound.

He stretched out his finger and pointed at a jade talisman outside the window, "Duh!"

The jade talisman that he had hit was suddenly shocked, let out a soft roar, turned into a blue light in the air, and disappeared from the sky in the blink of an eye.

"Duh!"

"Duh!"

"Duh!"

Yang Xian drank lightly, his fingers did not stop, and every time he drank lightly, a jade talisman flew away and flew away.

In just a few breaths, hundreds of jade talismans had all broken through the air and disappeared without a trace.

Yang Xian's face was pale, his body was shaky, and a white smoke above his head was like a pillar, stretching endlessly.

He took a deep breath, his face quickly returned to normal, and smiled at Li Qingsang: "The juniors have no way to give orders, so the seniors laugh." ”

Li Qingbao originally saw him giving orders and crumbling, and was afraid that his mental consumption would be too great and his body would not be able to bear it, but at this time, seeing that he just inhaled it in one breath, he recovered, and he was really surprised to the extreme, and said: "How can I be qualified to laugh at you?"

He glared and said, "Who in the world dares to laugh at you?"

Chapter 59 Order

"Confucianism!"

Seeing Yang Xian take out a big green iron seal from his arms and put it on the yellow silk, Li Qingsang's eyes showed a strange look of nostalgia, fear, yearning and remembrance, he looked at the green and faint big seal in Yang Xian's hand, and sighed slightly, "This is the Confucian seal!"

When Confucianism was not divided, there were hundreds of schools, nine sects, thirteen sects and eighty-one sects, all of which were respected by Confucianism.

And the Confucian seal was also cast by the Confucian master at that time under the witness of the original hundred sect masters.

When this great seal was cast, it was praised by the patriarchs of a hundred schools of thought, and blood was poured on it.

Since then, the Great Seal of Confucianism has the ability to command the world, but where Confucianism is issuing an edict, there are few disobedient people in the hundreds of schools.

In the past few thousand years, generations of Confucian sect masters have relied on this seal to convene the world's sects again and again to eradicate the evil, fight against the immortal black mountain, and kill the great demons outside the sky.

It was not until the emergence of science and the split of Confucianism that the positive seal of Confucianism gradually disappeared.

Now seeing this big seal in Yang Xian's hand, Li Qingbao and the others have a thousand thoughts in their hearts, both in awe and pity, and said in their hearts: "Thousands of years ago, when this big seal was taken out, it would be shocked in nine days and ten earths, but now Confucianism is in decline, and the current master of the sect is just a teenager, so I don't know what the reaction of the sects in the world is under today's edict?"

Just after Yang Xian stamped the Great Seal, all the ancient sects in the nineteen states of the Great Zhou Dynasty, all the sects that had not yet broken off their inheritance, and the mountain gate or ancestral hall where they were located shook at the same time.

Exclamations abounded.

"Huh?"

In a big city, a middle-aged blacksmith had just sent off a guest in an old blacksmith shop, and was about to pour a bowl of wine to quench his thirst, when his body suddenly stiffened, and then he looked up sharply at the ancestral tablet hanging in the hall.

"Buzz"

The patriarch's tablet made of black iron in the hall couldn't help but tremble lightly, there was a small blank space on the patriarch's tablet, usually black and swarthy was nothing special, but at this time it was shining, and the word "edict" kept emerging, and it was a long time.

"This ......"

The middle-aged blacksmith was surprised and delighted, "Edict to the world? Mr. Mei, he is not dead yet?"

He stretched out his hand to make a false move, and a sledgehammer more than ten feet away outside the courtyard suddenly flew up and entered the lobby in an instant.

The middle-aged blacksmith stretched out his hand to copy the sledgehammer, and his face was full of murderous anger, "Mr. Mei, is this going to counterattack science?"

In another city, a fortune teller is carrying a flag along the street, the fortune teller has a flagpole in his hand, the flag is black on a white background, and the four words "iron mouth is broken" are written on it, this fortune teller is dressed in green cloth, wearing a soft hat, stepping on hemp shoes, and his appearance is strange.

The fortune teller was walking, and the flagpole in his hand suddenly shook, and the flag was automatic without wind, and the hunting sounded.

The fortune teller was taken aback, his body stopped suddenly, and he looked at the flagpole in his hand in disbelief, only to see that there were snake-like runes on the flagpole that kept moving up and down.

"Confucian edict?"

The fortune teller exclaimed, "Mei Niansheng is not dead yet, what is he going to do?"

Because he was in the middle of the city, he stopped on the street like this, which hindered the walking of the people behind him, and a big man next to him scolded and scolded: "What are the ghosts howling? Stinky fortune tellers, don't get in the way!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pushed towards the fortune teller, intending to push his body away, but as soon as the palm of his hand was stretched out, it was empty.

The fortune teller, who was still in front of him just now, suddenly disappeared.

The scolding man was dumbfounded, and it took a long time for the ghost to howl, "Ghost!"

The city is like this, and the mountains are also inevitable.

On top of a steep sky-piercing giant peak, a big sword inserted on the top of the mountain was shaking violently, and the sword body emitted an incomparable sword aura, stirring the sky and tearing through the white clouds.

An old man in white was startled by the movement of the great sword, and came to the giant sword with three children.

The giant sword was shaped like a tombstone, and the body of the sword was as black as ink, and at this time, golden runes flashed.

"Confucian edict!"

The old man in white looked at the big sword and muttered to himself, "Edict the world? Mei Niansheng, aren't you dead yet?"

This old man in white has a slender figure, white beard and white eyebrows, his face is unwavering, extremely cold, and the whole person is like a sword that opens the sky.

He was standing in front of the sword monument at this time, the sword intent on his body gushed out, and the sword qi was stirred in the sky above his head, forming a chaos, and everything did not exist.

The old man in white stood quietly for a long time, motionless, and the three children beside him also stood quietly, like sculptures, without a sound.

If the old man in white is a long sword, then the three children beside him are three short swords, the same expressionless and the same cold.

After standing for a long time, the old man turned around and looked at the three children beside him, "You three, pack your things and prepare to go down the mountain to practice!"

The three children had a vision, but they were young, but they all had white hair and white eyebrows, and their eyes were pale gold.

At this time, after listening to the instructions of the old man in white, the three children did not speak, but turned around and walked towards the dwelling.

Watching the three boys gradually walk away, the old man in white muttered to himself, "Mei Niansheng, I am not as good as you, but your disciple may not be as good as my disciple!"

In the Western Regions, in the Immortal Heavenly Pass in the north, in the Endless Sea in the East, and in the depths of the 100,000 mountains in the Southern Wilderness.

On this day, whether it was Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism and Demons, or Bingnong Yinshu, or the Demon Clan's undead clan, they were all shocked by the Great Seal.

On this day, the bells of countless sects in the world rang continuously, the drums beat frequently, some people were surprised, some people were afraid, and they were excited, and some people cursed, all kinds of things.

At this time, Yang Xian put away the big seal and said to Li Qingsang: "Senior, please borrow a jade talisman to use." ”

Although he was still unkempt and barefoot at this time, his bearing was majestic, no less than Li Qingsang, although he only spoke lightly, but under the deep majesty, it was difficult for people to have a disobedient heart.

Li Qingsang glanced at Shi Duxiu next to him, sighed slightly in his heart, stretched out his hand, took a wooden box next to him into his hand, handed it to Yang Xian, and said with a smile: "The virtuous nephew can take it." ”

Yang Xian didn't say much, took the box and patted it gently, and with a "bang" sound, the copper lock on the lid of the wooden box was shaken away by his internal strength, and the lid of the box bounced open, revealing pieces of jasper charms the size of fingernails inside.

"In this way, the younger generation is ugly!"

Yang Xian stretched out his hand and slapped it on the box again, and there was a "bang" sound, and hundreds of jade talismans in the box flew out at the same time, emitting a clear blue light, floating and sinking in the air.

"Duh!"

Yang Xian snorted softly, his big sleeves flicked suddenly, and the jade talismans passed through the yellow silk that had just been written one after another like a string of fish, and flew out of the window.

Just as these jade talismans passed over Huang Aya, Huang Aya suddenly shone brightly, and all the handwriting on Huang Aya was reflected in the jade talismans one by one.

These jade talismans did not fall after flying high in the air outside the window, as if they were a flock of birds waiting for orders, waiting for Yang Xian's orders.

Yang Xian took a deep breath, his long hair was blown by a strong wind, making a crackling sound.

He stretched out his finger and pointed at a jade talisman outside the window, "Duh!"

The jade talisman that he had hit was suddenly shocked, let out a soft roar, turned into a blue light in the air, and disappeared from the sky in the blink of an eye.

"Duh!"

"Duh!"

"Duh!"

Yang Xian drank lightly, his fingers did not stop, and every time he drank lightly, a jade talisman flew away and flew away.

In just a few breaths, hundreds of jade talismans had all broken through the air and disappeared without a trace.

Yang Xian's face was pale, his body was shaky, and a white smoke above his head was like a pillar, stretching endlessly.

He took a deep breath, his face quickly returned to normal, and smiled at Li Qingsang: "The juniors have no way to give orders, so the seniors laugh." ”

Li Qingbao originally saw him giving orders and crumbling, and was afraid that his mental consumption would be too great and his body would not be able to bear it, but at this time, seeing that he just inhaled it in one breath, he recovered, and he was really surprised to the extreme, and said: "How can I be qualified to laugh at you?"

He glared and said, "Who in the world dares to laugh at you?"