Chapter 276: Confucian Sage? Soldier Saint?
When Zheng Xilai saw this golden coffin, he felt that he had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a while. He vaguely remembered that he had seen it in that picture.
But just because Zheng Xilai couldn't remember it, it didn't mean that the rest of the Zheng family couldn't remember it. A loud shout sounded from the back hill... and the rainbow light shot straight into the sky——
"Hey - give it back to me, ancestor Ming Wang."
Yun Qingxia stood in the air and turned to look at the menacing rainbow light. Although she looked calm on the surface, in fact, the enemy was already ready to fight at any time.
"stop."
Yun Qingxia uttered two words. If these two words were spoken in the capital, the visitor would definitely be thrown into trouble.
Unfortunately, the visitor's cultivation level was too high, and Yun Qingxia was not in the capital. The Confucian awe-inspiring righteousness was somewhat dissipated as luck faded away.
This is the limitation of the Confucian semi-sage.
But even so, the figure of the visitor was still stunned, obviously affected by Yun Qingxia's soft words——
After such a meal, the old man's face was revealed.
"Ancestor!"
An elder from the Zheng family suddenly remembered and pointed to the portraits of heroic spirits hanging on the wall on one side of the meeting hall. The painting he pointed out was exactly the same as the person who suddenly appeared in the sky.
"The ancestor is still alive!?"
"The ancestors have become holy!"
"Quick, worship our ancestors!"
Seeing the ancestor of the Zheng family in mid-air, he stretched out his hand. The hand suddenly enlarged, as if it could subdue a dragon or a tiger, and he grabbed it into Fenglei Pavilion, clearly intending to capture You Chuiyun by force.
Yun Qingxia didn't know that if You Chuiyun was taken out forcibly, his soul would be severely damaged, so he stretched out a brilliant pen from his sleeve and drew the word "Hui" in the air in an instant. Dragons and phoenixes danced, and he started writing. Like God.
I saw the words flying out this time, and the halo was shining, blocking the front of the ancestors of the Zheng family.
The ancestor of the Zheng family snorted, and stretched his sharp claws into the word "Hui". However, as soon as his hand reached in, it zigzagged out from the other end, and it turned out to grab him.
"Confucian methods...hum."
The ancestor of the Zheng family directly attacked Yun Qingxia without saying a word, but Yun Qingxia sneered and was not afraid at all. Although the opponent's strength was unfathomable... But this attack was just a test.
Yun Qingxia yelled: Slow down!
The ancestor of the Zheng family paused for a moment when he stretched out his claws. At this time, Yun Qingxia had already written a hyphenated word.
This word is sharp, like a steel knife.
The ancestor of the Zheng family's sharp claws were mottled like rust, and then fell off. With another force, the entire arm was broken off.
The old man was a little surprised. He turned back against the wind and stood a foot away to look at his broken arm.
"My dear, Confucianism is still so disgusting - if I read your pen correctly, it should be a glazed Zhuge brush. I didn't expect you to inherit it."
"Senior, do you recognize it?"
After stopping the ancestor of the Zheng family and confirming that he no longer had any murderous intention, Yun Qingxia hid the pen in her sleeve and never saw his glory again.
"Of course I recognize it. I was there at that time. If Wang Xuanba didn't have the pen of your teacher, I'm afraid he would have been killed by the Feilong King in Zhenbeiguan... He was also afraid of this pen and its owner. That time the Feilong King retreated Bing, I’m thinking about coming back next time.
Unexpectedly, this gave Wang Xuanba a chance to grow. King Feilong never imagined that, hahahaha, he would make a comeback in the future, but he would be defeated every time by Wang Xuanba, who he had spared and not killed back then.
Thinking of that time, I didn't kill him because of fear, and even left Daxia with such a general who was the best in Qing history... He almost brought trouble to the demon clan.
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Come the disaster of annihilation, this Feilong King lived a wise life, I am afraid that this incident is enough to nail him to the pillar of shame in history. "
The ancestor of the Zheng family showed his thoughts and said slowly: "But why is it that your teacher has a far-sighted vision, and even if he is severely criticized by the emperor, he still has to come all the way to protect Wang Xuanba?
At that time, in both the government and the public, Wang Xuan dominated the little generals. How high was he? Who would have thought that the saint would not hesitate to surrender to the emperor and be punished by the dragon's energy to leave the capital to save a miscellaneous general?
I have been thinking about it for decades and figured out an answer, but I just didn’t understand that one is a military strategist and the other is a Confucianist. You happen to be here, so I will suppress you as an elder——
I take the liberty of asking——"
The ancestor of the Zheng family looked relieved, and the broken arm slowly grew back visibly to the naked eye, as if broken arms were a common thing in his place.
Yun Qingxia looked as usual, smiling but not smiling, standing with her sleeves folded.
"I'd like to take the liberty of asking - is Wang Xuanba your senior brother?"
The ancestor of the Zheng family fell in disbelief: "Or maybe the Confucian sage back then was also a military sage?"
Yun Qingxia smiled and said nothing.
The ancestor of the Zheng family looked at this guy seriously for a long time before withdrawing his forward body in depression.
"You bunch of scholars are really annoying. You all like to pretend to be serious and superior. It's better for us monks and warriors to just fight if we have anything... but I can't even fight with you. I'm holding a stroke." These ghostly drawings are annoying."
The ancestor of the Zheng family glanced at his descendant Zheng Xilai, who showed an ugly smile.
"Actually, over the years, everyone has guessed something from clues... Wang Xuanba is definitely related to you scholars.
But the Confucian sage is also a military sage. This speculation is really shocking. Even when I thought about this problem at the time, I was scared to death.
But then I thought about it. It is sensational to say that the people are noble and the ruler of the country is undervalued. But the truth becomes more and more profound when you think about it carefully. Such words are deviant and a sage, and he is a Confucian sage and a military sage at the same time.
Nothing incredible anymore. "
The ancestor of the Zheng family looked up at the sky, as if he was still recalling that magnificent figure. In the long run, it seemed that even Wang Xuanba could not compare to that figure.
That person who moisturized things silently at that time, now seems to be a person who can help the whole country by himself.
Sighed softly.
"The people are the most valuable, the country is the second most important, and the king is the least important... This really scares the world, and can make those old men in yellow robes in the imperial mausoleum sit up with anger.
Ha ha ha ha. "
The ancestor of the Zheng family finished laughing and turned serious.
"Boy, I'm giving your teacher face - you'd better stop interfering in this little guy's affairs... How could the body of my Ming Wang Ancestor fall into his hands?
And those eyes belong to my Zheng family. The reason why I didn’t take action forcefully was because of my old relationship with the Yinxiao Sect.
But this old thing is almost decaying and disappearing without a trace. "
Yun Qingxia was totally wrong.
"What kind of material is your ancestor's coffin made of, so that it can withstand such a thunderous bombardment?"
The ancestor of the Zheng family shook his head helplessly: "Otherwise, we should fight somewhere else."
"You said change the place? Why, are you afraid that your Zheng family will be demolished?"
"That's natural. I think a scholar like you should know how to reason."
"It's this principle, but it's not this principle."
"Hi, this way please."
"Okay, I just want to experience the majesty of my predecessors who have been in the south for hundreds of years."
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"Actually, it's almost eight hundred years."
"please--"
"please--"
Seeing the two people flying away, Zheng Xilai thought that no matter what, with his own cultivation in the God Transformation Realm, he wouldn't be defeated so badly by these two people.
But there were waves of light, or energy rolling in, rolling back the clouds and destroying the trees all over the mountains and fields.
Zheng Xilai's face gradually turned ugly.
"It seems that I am a god-like person who is made up of drugs, but I am not good enough in front of the real strong people.
I have still neglected my cultivation these years..."
Zheng Xilai knew that if he forcibly kidnapped You Chuiyun at this time, he would definitely make the latter's soul severely damaged and even turn him into a stupid person. However, he will suffer a heavy price for interfering with Fenglei Pavilion, so he will wait and see what happens.
Zheng Xilai deeply believed that You Chuiyun would die in Fenglei Pavilion.
Throw a coffin to block it? I wonder if you are as tired as a cow?
I would say exhausted.
It's hard to be exhausted. After all, not everyone has the guidance of an ugly cow. They carry logs to exercise, and they are so perverted that they have to run a hundred laps.
But You Chuiyun persevered. Originally, his physique could not exceed the limit. But thanks to the conditioning given to him by the medical sage He Chuanbai, You Chuiyun was indeed transformed, and was even much stronger than the same martial artist.
Therefore, although this coffin was made of metal, he actually threw it thousands of times in his hands, and Zheng Xilai's face turned pale when he threw it.
Why is this guy still standing? It's really strange.
However, his ancestor was fighting fiercely with Yun Qingxia, so Zheng Xilai didn't have to worry about Yun Qingxia's intervention.
You Chuiyun is still marching hard in Lei Di.
Although the coffin has not been broken into pieces and will not be melted, it is - it is hot!
It's almost red!
You Chuiyun felt that his hands were full of blisters, and the pain made him grin and whine.
Damn it, how long will I have to run?
have no idea.
Even the Zheng family did not run away for so long.
Zheng Xi has never been so deep into the Thunder Realm.
The head of the Zheng family suddenly had a bad premonition. He was thinking about one thing... The secret of Fenglei Pavilion has been in the Zheng family for thousands of years, and there are always a few amazing and talented people who get a glimpse of its true appearance.
Anyway, Zheng Xilai didn't have this opportunity, but it seems that today, is it possible -
Will it be obtained by someone other than the Zheng family?
When this thought flashed through Zheng Xilai's stomach, he came back to his senses and found that he was already breaking out in a cold sweat.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Zheng Xilai was so frightened that he even had the urge to quickly get You Chuiyun back, even at the cost of his own cultivation.
In his opinion, it was an unforgivable dereliction of duty for the Zheng family's secrets to be known by others and for the Zheng family's inheritance to be stolen by others.
But Zheng Xilai refrained from taking action... He stared at You Chuiyun with piercing eyes, and his lips trembled: "He doesn't have this opportunity, it's impossible to have this opportunity... Our Zheng family has been guarding him for thousands of years... It's impossible, absolutely impossible."
He convinced himself so that he could calm down.
You Chuiyun in the picture seems to be unable to hold on any longer.
"Down! Down!"
The Zheng family seemed to be infected by him, and there was an unknown fear in their hearts, as if You Chuiyun continued to move forward, which would cause a devastating blow to the Zheng family.
Zheng Xiaohong stared at the young man with blank eyes, listening to the Zheng family's curse on him.
"He seems to be really powerful."
(End of chapter)
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