The Confucian Sage Fei smiled lightly and said, "This child has a lot of Confucian spirit, coupled with his talent and intelligence, he is worthy of the title of 'child prodigy'."
"What about this matter? Then you Confucians are really not picky about food, and you have chosen such a master. Although this child is young, he has a vicious heart! Treating people like animals, in broad daylight, He robbed the old man's monkey, what kind of prodigy is he? He is clearly a gangster and bully!"
Qiu Jin casually pointed to the old man kneeling on the ground, "Go and see for yourself."
When Fei Ren saw the old man over there, his eyelids trembled, and he hurried forward and asked with concern: "Old man, are you okay?"
When the old man saw Feiren, who was all green and looked completely different from ordinary people, his reaction was similar to that of the young man. He was also shocked and speechless.
Feiren put his palm on the old man's back, instilling Confucian righteousness into him. The energy entered his body, and the old man suddenly felt that his whole body became warm.
After a while, the bleeding in the nose and mouth stopped, and the puncture wounds on the palms gradually began to heal.
Ling Zhen observed the scene in front of him and thought to himself: "This Haoran Qi is somewhat similar to my Qinglong Qi... Oh yes, wasn't the Fish Sword God a scholar when he was young? He is in the same line with Confucianism. ."
The old man struggled for a long time and finally stood up again. He bowed deeply to Fei Ren and said emotionally: "Thank you to the gods for saving my life!"
The Confucian sage laughed and waved his hand, "I am not a god, at most I can be regarded as a scholar."
Feiren walked towards the green-robed boy sitting in the car and said in a deep voice: "You are not worthy of my Confucian spirit!"
Wang Xiucheng was startled, his mind went blank, and he fainted.
After the boy lost consciousness, he loosened his grip on the rope, and the black-haired and white-faced monkey regained his freedom and ran towards Ye Yiran.
He suddenly jumped up and pulled out the broken Cao sword from Ye Yiran's waist. He held it with both hands and struck forward with all his strength.
Ye Yiran has a majestic body and strong resistance to sharp weapons. Naturally, he was unable to injure the little monkey at all.
"You little bastard, have you become a sperm? Do you even dare to stab me?"
Ye Yiran stretched out his hand to catch the white-faced ape and snatched the sword from its hand.
"I told you to stab me, I told you to stab me!"
After Ye Yiran put the Pocao Sword back into its sheath, he slapped the little monkey's butt again and again. The little monkey felt pain and howled.
Ling Zhen suddenly thought of the two golden-haired old apes who had been suppressed under the Giant Buddha on Mount Xumi for many years and had truly become spiritual and enlightened.
The white-faced one is called Xie Tian, and the red-faced one is called Xie Di.
Xie Di had been killed instantly by the giant Buddha statue transformed from the Duanmu Cauldron, leaving no trace of his body.
The other old ape with white face and golden hair, Xie Tian, was escaped by a "somersault cloud" that time. Now, I don't know whether that evil beast is alive or dead, and whether it will continue to cause harm to the world?
When Ling Zhen's thoughts were drifting away, Qiu Jin walked over with a smile and hugged the white-faced and black-haired little monkey from the hands of the red-haired and blue-eyed princess of the Western Regions. "Okay, okay, you are really promising, follow me." Why is a monkey so angry?"
Ye Yiran pouted and complained angrily: "It just stabbed me with a sword..."
Qiu Jin ignored it, hugged the white-faced little monkey, and walked towards the old man, "Old man, I'll give you back the monkey. Don't come to Tongzhou again. Go and make a living elsewhere!"
The old man took over the little monkey that he had relied on for many years to make a living, and thanked him repeatedly with such sincerity that he almost knelt down and kowtowed.
Qiu Jin looked at Wang Xiucheng, who was unconscious in the car, and asked, "Feiren, what's wrong with you?"
The Confucian sage solemnly said: "This man has done things that are harmful to nature and is unworthy of being my disciple of Confucianism. I have taken back all the awe-inspiring righteousness in his body."
Qiu Jin clapped his hands, very satisfied with this move, and praised: "Not bad, not bad, now he looks like a Confucian saint!"
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in the coming years.
Wang Xiucheng, who had lost his Confucian spirit, could no longer read a book, write a poem or article.
The genius prodigy who was rare in Zhongyong City for a hundred years disappeared from everyone!
And that old man who had gained a lot of awe-inspiring power actually picked up a book in his sixties, with his head hanging from a beam and his buttocks pierced, and he studied the articles and classics of the sages diligently, and soon successfully entered school.
Later, he passed the Jinshi examination. When he was overjoyed, he was accidentally obsessed with phlegm and ran wildly and shouted in the streets.
Finally, he was slapped hard by a butcher in the street, and he finally came to his senses.
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Ling Zhen crushed a man's entire right palm with his foot and said in a cold tone: "Do you want to die or live?"
The man wearing the colorful cheetah fur trembled slightly and said in great pain: "Live... Of course the little one wants to live!"
"You want to live, right? Then answer whatever I ask you."
The young man in green robe asked, "Who is the 'cave master' you just mentioned?"
"It's our boss...the owner of Yuanyang Cave on the top of the mountain."
"Oh, what's it called?"
"Huang...Huangjiao River."
The man whose right hand was stepped on was crippled and said, "Nicknamed 'Great Sage Yunyu', also known as 'Dianluandai-Feng Zhenjun'."
Ling Zhen, the guest in Qingpao, twitched his lips and cursed with a smile: "To come up with such a name, you are really a damn talent!"
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When we arrived at the top of Jiangshen Mountain, we saw a huge cave. Inside the cave must be the home of Huangjiaohe.
There is a plaque hanging above the mountain gate with three eye-catching characters "Yuanyang Cave".
"Yuanyang Cave, when we go together in the clouds and rain, we are torn apart - the phoenix..."
Ling Zhen sneered and said, "This is such a fun place, could it be that you are planning to open a brothel here?"
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The interior of Yuanyang Cave is symmetrical about the central axis, just like a royal palace.
There are countless torches on the walls of the cave, which are bright and brilliant.
There are a large number of men holding sticks standing on the left and right, all wearing leopard skin clothes, looking majestic and domineering.
Passing through the long aisle with red carpets, at the end, there is a giant chair covered with white tiger skin.
There is a person lying on it.
The man was wearing a dark purple Taoist robe, with a string of apricot-red beads hanging around his neck. He was both Taoist and Buddhist.
He has yellow hair, yellow eyebrows, yellow eyes, and a yellow beard. His face is indigo, and his facial features are hideous and scary.
Obviously, this person is the cave owner of this Yuanyang Cave, Huangjiaohe, who is known as the "Great Sage of Yunyu" and also known as "Tianluandai-Feng Zhenjun".
Six young women sat around him, all of them scantily clad and extremely fragrant.
The three people on the left beat the cave master's legs and pinched his feet, while the three people on the right put drinks and fruits into the cave master's mouth again and again.
What a family happiness!
