At the end of Chen time.
In Xinglingfu City, there was the only square called Xiluo Academy. Eight thousand students gathered together, and a huge and towering altar was built in the middle. A statue of an old man with a long beard and a Confucian robe stood at the top of the altar.
Nine stone tablets are erected around the altar according to the positions of the nine palaces. They are engraved with classic quotes from Confucian educators and the most holy teachers. The sentences are thought-provoking and alert to the world!
Huang Taigai, Taixun Gong, Yu Siliu and Song Laochu, a group of old Confucians and three thousand Confucian students sat around, as if listening to scriptures and lectures.
At the beginning of the day, in the gloomy sky, it suddenly started snowing again.
King Qin Jiang Yuqing, dressed in imperial robes, came with hundreds of civil and military personnel.
Three thousand Confucian scholars and eight thousand students stood up and saluted: "Students pay homage to His Highness the King of Qin!"
The ordinary students of the Eight Thousand Academy, both male and female, have extremely fiery eyes and good martial arts talents. They worship the King of Qin Jiang Yuqing to the extreme. After all, the only one in the world who can defeat forty-seven people in the same realm with one move is the King of Qin. How terrible is this? fighting talent?
That's right! The news that Xin Zhuo defeated Mr. Dongfang, Zhuang Shisan and others with one move has spread all over the world.
For students with average martial arts talents who want to seek fame and wealth, the Western Qin that had just defeated the Great Zhou Dynasty was simply a holy land, and the King of Qin was the master of this "holy land".
However, Xin Zhuo's thoughts were not on these people at all, and there was nothing to be polite about. He just looked at the altar, then flicked his sleeves and climbed up the steps step by step.
In fact, the purpose of worshiping the sages of Confucianism and incorporating Confucianism is to make Confucianism the state religion of the Western Qin Dynasty. The red tape involved is no less than that of the emperor's ascension to the throne, but he and Huang Taigai made it clear that they would omit them all and directly worship.
He doesn't have much time to waste.
Huang Taigai and others knew about his physical condition and didn't take it seriously. When they saw him on stage, the four of them followed him.
Under the gaze of everyone, Xin Zhuo arrived at the altar and walked towards the statue of the Holy Master.
A huge three-legged bronze incense burner was placed in front of the statue. At this time, the mist filled the air and covered the face of the Holy Master.
But it can still be distinguished that this is a kind-hearted old man, but his forehead is protruding like a sarcoma, which is similar to the portraits of Lao Tzu, the Antarctic Immortal and Confucius in his previous life.
In fact, the appearance of a convex forehead is basically the result of later generations. The Holy Master himself could not have looked like this. As the saying goes, "He who stops long and becomes prosperous, and then becomes broad, is the master of wealth!" Take "good luck and good fortune" , the beautiful meaning of "wealth and longevity", made it special.
Next to him, Huang Taigai muttered a memorial ceremony for Ji Qu Nia Ya for a long time, and then the four of them looked at Xin Zhuo with intense eyes, as if some wish had finally been fulfilled: "Your Highness, it's time to begin!"
Xin Zhuo was stunned, pointed at the statue and said, "I don't think it's appropriate!"
The four people were surprised: "Is there something wrong?"
Xin Zhuo said: "The statue is covered with dust. This is disrespectful to the Holy Master!"
Huang Taigai said with a smile: "We were working on it ahead of time and accidentally got some dust on it, but I didn't pay attention!"
"This is not allowed!"
Xin Zhuo looked serious, stretched out his hand, and used the force of water flow. A ball of well water flew from the well in the courtyard in the distance. This beautiful water flow technique made the surrounding students exclaim.
Then Xin Zhuo took the opportunity to add water from Wangyue Well, walked to the statue, jumped into the air, poured it down from the beginning, and cleaned it bit by bit.
"OK!"
Huang Taigai and the others saw that Xin Zhuo was so "devout" and "serious", and their hearts were filled with excitement. It was not in vain that I had been assisting him with Confucianism for so long.
After finally wiping it, Xin Zhuo stepped back and silently recited some kind of sacrificial incantation, seemingly sincerely, but in fact he was summoning Wangyuejing.
A new sacrificial spirit appeared in the well, but Xin Zhuo only glanced at it and was shocked:
[Sacrifice to the spirit: the true spirit of Confucian luck, which contains the spirit of thousands of martial arts masters and Confucian emperors in the Sandao Mountains; and the spirit of millions of immortal spirit masters and immortal emperors in the Jiutian Mountain and Sea!
Share: dry level! You can’t share it without becoming a half-step emperor and half-immortal!
Forcibly seize: Level B, a single Western Qin Confucian shallow spirit of luck.
Integration and Sharing: Contract
The machine is mature and can be shared once and for all, give it up immediately! 】
Holy shit!
This is like a nuclear bomb that suddenly exploded on the ants that were struggling to survive.
This is the first time Mochizuki has revealed so much!
Mochizuki Well is a magic weapon that is impossible to brag about! It appears to be clearly true.
So, is there really an emperor in the world? Immortal Emperor?
Sharing at senior level? Beyond the arrangement of A, B, C and D!
So, how far are you from the Great Emperor and the Immortal Emperor?
Could it be that despite all the efforts he has made since his cultivation, he is still in the mortal realm, like an ant? Listed companies are currently at the stage of setting up pancake stalls and not buying pancake pans?
This made him feel bored for a while. He only felt how big the world was, how vast the world was, and how vast the path of martial arts cultivation was. It made people feel powerless!
Suddenly, I was full of energy. Wouldn't it be interesting to go all the way?
Just as he was thinking about it, several urgings came from beside him: "Your Highness? Your Highness?"
Huang Taigai and the others were a little confused. What was Jiang Yuqing doing? Do you still think he is thinking about something silently in his heart? This is a stick of incense. Isn’t it too long?
Xin Zhuo finally came to his senses and asked casually: "Do you know what level this great emperor in this world... is?"
Huang Taigai was stunned for a moment: "Emperor?"
This touched upon the intellectual blind spot of this old Confucian earth immortal. It is said that the great emperor was a warrior ten thousand years ago. There are still two opinions on whether he existed or not. How many realms... who can tell clearly?
"I'm afraid you have to be in the thirty-fifty realm, right?"
Huang Taigai always liked to follow his own fancy, so he made a random remark, "Could it be related to His Highness's sacrifice to the Holy Master?"
It doesn’t matter much, but judging from the description of the sacrifice to the spirit, are you Confucian disciples a little too awesome? Why do Confucian emperors and immortal emperors read your Confucian books?
Xin Zhuo restrained his messy and unrealistic thoughts. This Confucian sacrifice can still be collected. It is just the luck of these old Confucian scholars in the Western Qin Dynasty.
He lit three sticks of incense and raised his hands above his head: "Disciple Jiang Yuqing, today I would like to join Confucianism, practice Confucian teachings, and educate the world. Disciple pays homage to the most holy teacher!"
Bow three times in a row.
On the first day of prayer, a dull illusion appeared in the air in front of my eyes. It seemed that a large group of scholars were listening to the scriptures.
Xin Zhuo was startled.
On the second rak'ah, a glorious country appeared in mid-air, with hundreds of millions of people, tens of millions of people, and an army of conquests. The scene was orderly, but extremely complicated.
Xin Zhuo frowned.
On the third day of worship, the country fell, the people were fighting, the mountains and rivers were broken, and the people's livelihood was in trouble. Suddenly, Confucian scholars came to educate the people.
Xin Zhuo was in a daze.
"This is the magic of Confucianism!"
Huang Taigai and the others obviously saw it, and said with emotion: "Ordinary people will never see such an illusion when they worship, unless the lord of a place has good luck, and His Highness is the lord of Western Qin, so he will see it. All the splendor and wealth in this world are just fleeting clouds and disappear in an instant. The princes and generals are just like dry graves and bones. After a hundred years, only education will remain for a long time. For example, I am a Confucian scholar. Your Highness, please be pious in your heart!"
"that's right!"
Xin Zhuo responded casually, and then looked at the Confucian sacrifices in the moon well.
[Sacrifice to the Spirit: The True Spirit of Confucian Qi Luck...
Forcibly seize: Level B, a single Western Qin Confucian shallow spirit of luck.
Integration and sharing: When the opportunity is ripe, you can share it once and give it up immediately! 】
He breathed a sigh of relief. He had no intention of grabbing it in front of a large crowd, so he had a casual chat with Huang Taigai and the other four. He hurriedly got off the altar and went straight to the Qin Palace.
After returning to the palace, he dismissed Sai Qingzhu and the other girls, closed the palace door tightly, sat cross-legged behind a bookcase, and called out to the moon-watching well.
grab!
[Yuehua:80/100. 】
【Master's Canon】
[Incomplete second-grade realm, note: The world and the earth here are mutually exclusive and lack of opportunities! 】
The "Master's True Code" should be similar to "The True Seal of the King of Qin" or "The True Seal of the Great Zhou Dynasty", which provides the well owner's current state with things that can be incorporated into the fusion technique.
West!
But realm grabbing is still incomplete!
In other words, he still cannot enter the realm of immortals, and Confucian spiritual sacrifices cannot help him get rid of the continuous shrinkage of his body's meridians and the passage of his lifespan!
His heart tightened, and he stretched out his hand to absorb it!
The shadow of a book shakily appeared in front of me.
The meridians in the body are once again sore and swollen, and they continue to expand.
Then power filled the whole body, and the blood was extremely full.
However, immediately afterwards, life passed by extremely quickly, and his hair was covered with silver hair, his face was covered with wrinkles, and he was getting old.
The atrophy of the meridians is accelerating again!
He immediately followed Wangyuejing's instructions to replace this one-time Confucian sacrificial spirit, and then madly grabbed the lifespan of the descendants of the Great Zhou Dynasty!
This time it took a hundred to get back to normal!
Fortunately, Dazhou has reduced enough pawns.
After finishing everything, he fell down on his back, covered in sweat and panting like an ox.
This feeling is not only painful, but also a sense of helplessness as death is suddenly far and near, and life itself cannot be controlled.
"What kind of magical power do you have? You are... too damn scary!"
Li Guangling, who had been observing in the dark, touched the side at some point and stared with a pair of bull's eyes, as if he was seeing a ghost. He witnessed with his own eyes that Xin Zhuo changed from a young man to a gray-haired man with age spots on his face, and then returned to normal in the blink of an eye!
Compared with this magical method, his "Changing Face of Creation" can only be thrown into a smelly ditch.
"You don't care! Is there anything you can do?"
Xin Zhuo looked at him with difficulty, suddenly suspecting that this old Bangzi had been hiding his clumsiness. After all, he was once a ninth-level earthly immortal, an eight or nine hundred year old monster!
Li Guangling sat down aside and touched his old face: "I have a suggestion, but whether it works or not depends on you trying it yourself. I don't quite understand. As for how long it will take, is there any danger, will it take several years or dozens of years?" Year, I don’t know, it’s your choice!”
