"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. An old, upright voice suddenly appeared, sonorous words, revealing an upright, frank, worthy of the breath of heaven and earth.

As soon as this voice fell, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and the sky and the earth changed color. As if summoned from above, a wave of Haoran righteousness gathered mightily between heaven and earth, like the waves of the river and sea, filling the whole world and enriching the world.

Boom, countless Haoran righteousness came overwhelmingly.

Zizi, the big palm of the black mist slapped down with a wave of qi, but it was rushed by Haoran's righteous qi, and it was instantly wiped out, turning into mist and dissipating into the world.

"Hao Ran is righteous! Go!" The man in the black fog showed a frightened voice, grabbed the hot sand under his feet with his big hand, and the whole person was about to flee in the fog.

"I want to go, it's late!" a voice came from down the mountain, revealing a majestic and upright atmosphere.

"Drink!" turned into a magnificent and broad river. Patches of crystal wishes turned into water, and the long river rushed towards the black mist with a roar.

"Ahh

A miserable scream came from the black mist, and the thick black mist was suddenly swept away by the mighty river, and the man inside finally revealed his true face. I saw that the man who was hidden deep in the black fog had loose hair, was wearing a black robe, and his eyes were shining with green light, and he had a vicious appearance.

"It hurts me!"

A painful man's voice sounded, bang, the man's body exploded one after another, as if it was corroded by sulfuric acid, only a skeleton was left in his right hand, the skin of his thighs was open, and there was a ghostly aura behind his back, and he was scarred.

"Ahh

Bang!

Yansha, who was originally caught in the hands of the man, screamed and fell from above, and the true qi in his body was suppressed by Haoran's righteous qi, and he couldn't carry light skills, so he actually fell down alive, turned into meat puree with a bang, and died tragically on the spot.

"It's so heavy, just and mighty!" Pan Hao couldn't help but gasp when he saw this scene, the power of the sages was terrifying.

"Demon cholera in the world, deserve to be punished!"

A cold, chilling voice rang out.

"Wait!"

The man was terrified and wanted to say something.

Boom, the mighty river of qi rolled towards the man with a vast and magnificent aura, and he didn't pay attention to the man's meaning at all.

"Ahh

Boom!

The man screamed, and with a bang, he turned into ashes and fell from the void. A monk who had cultivated to a powerful level had no power to resist, and was turned into ashes in the righteous qi.

"Is this breath the power of a sage?" Pan Hao couldn't help but whisper to himself. Pan Hao was slightly puzzled in his heart, this force was more upright and vast than the last time he saw it, with a general trend of righteousness in the world.

"Of course, it is the power of the sages, which is the essence of Confucianism of the sage Mencius, carrying the righteousness of the world, and the nemesis of the evil way. A hearty voice sounded in the mountains.

"Contemptible Li Bai, thank you brother Tai for saving his life just now!" A figure in white clothes appeared in the darkness, getting closer and closer, and it was the man who had just been almost killed by Yan Sha. And the grace of saving his life is naturally that Pan Hao just used the broken knife to help and cut off Yansha's pursuit.

Pan Hao turned his head to Li Bai, and couldn't help but be very interested: "It's just a gesture, Song Yu has seen Brother Li, dare to ask how the power of this sage is calculated?"

"Ha Luha, it turned out to be Brother Song. "Li Bai's white clothes are floating, free and natural. "There are many sages in Confucianism, among which Mencius is one of them, and the spirit of Haoran in the Mengxue scriptures in the Confucian branch is to be cultivated with integrity, to be matched with benevolence, righteousness and morality, worthy of heaven and earth to be able to cultivate, with the strength of the breath, it can also attract the ubiquitous righteousness of heaven and earth, sweeping away ghosts and ghosts.

"The people who can raise the spirit of Haoran are all great Confucians, such as Mr. Han Yang who just made a move. Li Bai held the newly recovered long sword on his waist, and his mouth was full of emotion.

"I see!" Pan Hao couldn't help but nodded, the power of the sages is also divided into types, it just depends on what kind of doctrine an individual inherits and what essence he can get.

Da Da, the sound of neat steps sounded, and a torch rose under the mountain, forming a winding fire dragon, towards the mountain temple. One of them, armed with a red spear and wearing armor, took the lead and led the soldiers to inspect it.

"Who are you!" The man with the spear in his hand looked at the two people in front of the mountain temple with his eyes like lightning.

"Xiaosheng Li Bai, a person from Shu County, passed by here and saw that there was a demon cholera, and he couldn't think of it. Li Bai smiled bitterly at the man with the gun.

"Well, then you!" The man in armor saw that Pan Hao and the two were wearing Confucian clothes, with a bookish atmosphere, and they were both extraordinary, with slightly loose brows, but they still turned their heads to look at Pan Hao.

Pan Hao was in a straight posture and slightly sad: "The contemptible people of Rongjun came here to play with his cousin, but he unexpectedly encountered bandits, and at the moment of emergency, a demon appeared, but he saved his life, but his cousin also unfortunately suffered." ”

"Well, you can't leave Rongjun during this time, and after you find out the truth, you will naturally be fine. The man's eyes swept over Pan Hao and the two, and he said in a deep voice.

"Naturally, Song Wen, the father of the contemptible family, lives in the east of the city, and the adults can send someone to find me at any time!" Pan Hao said indifferently.

"Xiao Sheng was originally visiting Mr. Han this time, so he will naturally circle for a few days. Li Bai shook his hand and said indifferently.

When the man heard Pan Hao talk about Song Wen, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. But he came back to his senses in an instant, and said to Li Bai: "Mr. Han is at the bottom of the mountain, you can go and see him now!"

"That's right, my father has a letter ordering me to hand it over to Mr. Han!" Li Bai was not too excited, he was able to guess who it was when Han Yang made a move just now, after all, the great Confucians in the world were too rare, if they didn't sit and talk about it, it was unlikely that they would appear in the same place at all.

"Well, come on, take them down to find Mr. Han!"

"Yes, sir!"

Two soldiers came out of the ranks, saluted the man, and then led Pan Hao and the two down.

At the foot of the mountain, a post road winds to Rongjun, and two tall and handsome horses pull a simple and unpretentious carriage, and the carriage stands quietly on the post road. On either side of the carriage were two groups of soldiers who were closely guarded.

"Mr. Han, someone is looking for you!" a soldier stepped forward and bowed his head, and reported respectfully.

"Well, who is it?" The curtain opened, and there sat an old man with a wide robe and a gentle face, the old man's face was old, but his eyes were extremely pure, as if he had seen through the truth of everything in the world.

"Mr. Han, this is a letter that my father asked me to give you!" Although Li Bai had a free and easy personality, when he saw Han Yang, his face couldn't help but be solemn, and he respectfully handed over a letter to the soldiers around him and asked him to hand it over on his behalf.

Han Yang glanced up at Pan Hao and the two, then looked down at the letter, and couldn't help but feel warm when he saw the familiar handwriting on the letter.