"Bang. ”

Ye Bai put his finger on it, wanting to use the method of opening the museum mentioned in the classics.

But when he put his fingers on it, his brow furrowed, and in an instant his palm turned into a fist.

"Whoa. ”

This coffin was a new coffin, and it was hit by Ye Bai's punch at this moment, and it was instantly turned into pieces.

"It hurts. ”

Ye Bai raised his eyebrows, wiped his left hand from his waist, and suddenly put it on the thing that came out of this coffin.

"Uh-huh. ”

A stream of minced meat, mud, and insects spat out of the mouth of the man who came out of the coffin.

Ye Baijian slowly deepened his strength.

The fat man in front of him suddenly didn't dare to vomit, but swallowed the rotten things back, making Ye Bai feel disgusted.

"Don't kill me. ”

This is a fat man with clear eyebrows, yes, not so greasy and fat, if there is no fat body, he should be a handsome young man, but now he is also very embarrassed, prostrate on the ground, a sword gas opening at the neck, slowly dripping blood.

"Reason. ”

Ye Bai replied in a low voice, he was not a person who killed indiscriminately, but sometimes he had to kill.

"Xiaosheng Wu Zibo, a native of Lu. I originally came here to enter the kingdom of God and bump into the chance, but I didn't expect Alas Sven to sweep the floor. The man was prostrate on the ground, and at this moment he raised his head and said with emotion.

"Confucianism. ”

Lu has Lingtian Miaodao as a world of immortals, but and the rest of the country, the situation is completely different, in addition to this Lingtian Miaodao, there is also Confucianism, this Confucianism does not pay attention to birth, nor does it pay attention to longevity, seeking to govern the country and show ambitions.

They also have cultivation methods, but they are useless to mortals, but they have a great deterrent power for some ghosts, gods and monsters, and in the past few years, there are also some methods of immortality.

Therefore, the cultivation world also treats them as half of the same path.

"Xiaosheng Kong Ling, the eighteenth disciple, once again thank Your Excellency for saving your life. ”

"Confucianism is seeking this world, why are you here?"

Ye Bai asked in a low voice, but the sword never fell.

"The teacher has a hidden disease, if he can't do it, the "temple incense rosary" in the kingdom of God will go to see the ancestor soon, and the teacher is the commonplace of the Lu country, and now the traitor is in charge, so he must look for something to continue his life. After speaking, the fat man pointed to the sword that Ye Bai placed on his neck.

"Yes. ”

Ye Bai took the sword back, frowned and said, "Let's go, there is no need to return the favor." ”

"What's your name, sir?"

Ye Bai frowned and said, "Qing Xuan, you have some skills." ”

After Wu Zibo heard Ye Bai say this, his face immediately turned red, and he coughed and said: "Before going down the mountain, the senior brother said that the woman under the mountain is a tiger, so I saw her clearly said that she had a heartache, because although she is a demon, but the demon will also get sick, but I didn't think that I was in the lower hand, just put it on it, I was knocked out by him, and when I woke up, it was in this coffin, if it wasn't for the immortal chief."

The fat man said with emotion.

Ye Bai is a little impatient, he himself is a person who enjoys loneliness very much, likes to be quiet, but this fat man is too talkative.

Ye Bai frowned.

Just about to speak.

The fat man looked at the Buddha beads on Ye Bai's wrist, and looked at Ye Bai's sword, his eyes rolled around, no longer talking about Mr. just now, Xiaosheng, and Confucian who was crepe below, but like a little fox.

"Your immortal chief has a soul disease, and is susceptible to the influence of this demonic and divine aura?" the fat man raised his head and coughed, swallowing his saliva and said cautiously.

Ye Bai drew his sword.

Murderous.

The fat man grunted, danced the fan on his waist, and an inexplicable breath hovered over the fan.

Rows of Confucian students seemed to appear in front of Ye Bai's eyes, reciting the scriptures, and the murderous aura in his heart faded unconsciously.

The Buddha beads moved.

Ye Bai's eyes flashed with clarity, and the sword fell.

The fat man's folding fan turned into a skeleton.

The fat man kept talking.

"Immortal Chief, this is not a secret thing, as long as you practice the method of divine consciousness, or a monk with the art of thought, you can see that it is useless for Your Excellency to kill me, and I have a Confucian method that can protect the soul and can be borrowed"

The borrowed word was beaten back by Shengsheng.

The fat man wiped a sword mark on his forehead, smiled bitterly and took the fan, blocking the sword again, and the fan was shattered.

The sword turned into a white light and came towards the fat man's eyebrows, if the fat man didn't say that Ye Bai was satisfied, then the fat man would definitely die.

"Haoran Xinwen. ”

"Confucianism protects the method of the soul, I don't need to lend you and give it to you, but you must not say that I gave it, but you must help me get that thing.

Ye Bai's sword stopped on the fat man's forehead.

Although the sword stopped, the sword qi was still on the fat man's forehead, leaving a sword mark again, two sword marks, one up and down, the fat man's face was covered with blood, sitting on the ground at the moment, just touching his heart, constantly panting.

Ye Bai held the sword, squinted his eyes, nodded and said: "I hope you say that you have done something, and you don't need to repay the life-saving grace, but now you still need to pay back your little life." ”

The fat man gasped.

Ye Bai smelled the breath of the basement and said, "Help me clean up, don't move the coffin, by the way, be a good Confucian in the future, don't scold people, otherwise I will slowly draw a color picture on your forehead and play." ”

"What a coloring book. ”

The fat man said puzzledly, at this moment he was sitting on the ground, full of stench, but he had a curious heart, which made Ye Bai feel that this fat man was really a big wonder!

Ye Bai felt that something was wrong.

"Your uncle's picture. ”

Ye Bai whispered, and after finishing speaking, he walked up.

The fat man frowned, then understood, and said in a low voice: "Damn, you scold." However, you open that door for me, I'm afraid it's too dark here. ”

Ye Bai shouted at the door of the basement.

"When is it cleaned up, when should you come up, otherwise you will stay here for the rest of your life, don't think about coming out, as for your master, let him wait. ”

The fat man looked at Ye Bai.

The corners of his mouth scolded in a low voice, and in retrospect, Ye Bai was dressed in white, his hair, hands and feet were all clean and clean, and he suddenly understood that Ye Bai might have quirks.

"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you!"

"Are you willing to lock you up in a small room? You are violating the law of my Lu country, you must know that in terms of Confucian etiquette, this is also wrong, you can?"

A few breaths later.

The fat man looked at the open basement door, and the corners of his mouth smiled, thinking to himself.

"Sure enough, I'm the best at arguing. ”

"Hmmm. ”

A sword aura flew from the corner of the fat man's mouth, and the fat donkey rolled on the ground.

Ye Bai's lazy voice came.

"No more nonsense, die. ”

The fat man got up, stopped talking, and tidied up the ground with hard work.

It's extremely fast

Ye Bai was on the bed made of acacia wood, silently comprehending the hidden sword technique.

There is a constant labor pain in the soul.

It seemed as if he had been beaten with a hammer, his face became more and more pale, Ye Bai's own soul power was already extremely weak, Ye Bai listened to the sound of cleaning under the ground, and his eyes moved.

He muttered, "I hope you have the skill to protect the divine soul, otherwise I will really kill you." ”

Ye Bai doesn't want people to know where his lifeblood is, and no matter whether what the little fat man said is true or false, if he can't take it out, Ye Bai will kill him if he wants something.

There is no need for mercy here.

One night later.

Beneath the ground, there was a knock on the door.

The delicate fat man walked up in tattered clothes, although the clothes were tattered, but they looked like they had been washed and clean, and the fat man gasped and lay on the floor.

Ye Bai looked over there.

I looked at the basement again, and it was spotless, and I was very satisfied.

"Where's the stuff?"

The fat man got up, his whole body was full of squirming, like a big worm, and at this moment he said, "Don't lie to me." ”

Ye Bai nodded.

"A deal. ”

The fat man nodded, and threw a quaint bamboo slip over.

After Ye Bai unfolded it, his eyes gradually became gloomy, and he said in a low voice: "This is not that Haoran Xinwen." ”

The fat man nodded, revealing a smiling face.

"This is a gentleman's oath. All you have to do is write your name, your real name, of course. ”

Ye Bai looked at the fat man.

The fat man shrunk his neck.

"It's not okay not to sign, but even if I die, the Confucian classics can't be passed on, as for the teacher, the teacher has more than 100 disciples, and I am not the only one. ”

Ye Bai smiled and signed his name, "Ye Bai", a faint wisp of fragrance seemed to be on the bamboo slip, surrounding, and then fell between the eyebrows of the two people, turning into a bamboo slip, Ye Bai knew the sword trick in the sea, and in an instant, the entire bamboo was simplified into powder.

"Where's Haoran's heart?"

The fat man threw a roll of bamboo slips over, and then squeezed out a smile and said: "This Haoran Xinwen is a disciple of my Confucian sage, drawing on the technique of Heaven and Earth Qihuang, and according to the Yin and Yang Bagua and other methods, it is researched, so the requirements for understanding are extremely high." ”

When the fat man said this, he was very worried, with small eyes, looking at Ye Bai and observing Ye Bai's face.

The art of Confucian cultivation.

Paying attention to WTO accession is to join the WTO.

Different from Taoism.

And there are also extremely high requirements for the Hongchen experience, and this fat man is also attentive, this Haoran Xinwen is the top Confucian art of protecting the soul, but none of the Confucian disciples want to cultivate, because if the cultivation is not successful, it will become a chicken rib.

The fat man looked over there, and the corners of his mouth grew unconsciously.

Ye Bai was silent.

With a movement of his fingers, a Confucian righteousness floated up and fell into the center of his eyebrows.

"Thank you. ”