Emperor Taiping left without blaming anyone who had just acted. Zhao Wuji and Luo Shenhou had disobeyed His Majesty's will, and His Majesty had no intention of punishing him.
Yun Xi braved the disapproval of the world and made the decision by himself to marry Fang Yi, and Emperor Taiping did not blame him.
At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on Mr. Da.
At this time, the black and white eyeballs in Mr. Da's eyes kept flowing.
It wasn't until Mr. Big's eyes began to bleed that he finally stopped.
"How's it going, Mr. Da?" Zhao Wuji asked.
Mr. Big shook his head and did not speak.
Luo Shenhou's heart sank to the bottom, Luo Qingyi burst into tears, unable to say a word, Yun Xi looked at Mr. Da in despair, there was nothing more sad than heartbreak, that was their current state.
They originally placed their hope in Mr. Da, and wanted him to investigate with the eyes of mountains and rivers, and find out an elusive result.
They have experienced both the process and the result, and they have seen it all.
Fang Yi is dead.
But there is still a trace of luck and a trace of expectation in their hearts, what if?
What if Fang Yi is not dead.
If there is a back-up, he is really just acting.
But there is no chance. Mr. Da’s shaking of his head just now is the most real and cruel result.
Fang Yi is dead.
Mr. Da’s Eye of Mountains and Rivers has the ability to break through all illusions. If Fang Yi had not died, Mr. Da’s Eye of Mountains and Rivers could detect it.
But no, this means that Fang Yi has completely died, and there is no possibility of resurrection.
Mr. Da sighed and looked at the Wenqu star in the sky. At this time, the Wenqu star was still shining brightly, but Mr. Da's heart was empty.
He couldn't stop it. Fang Yi committed suicide in an almost self-destructive manner. They couldn't intervene. If Mr. Da had intervened forcibly just now, there would only be one result, and that would be to make Fang Yi die faster, and Mr. Da would be unable to stop it.
"It's a pity that Confucianism and Taoism will be dimmed after a hundred years." Mr. Da sighed. As a top genius who has climbed to the top of the mountain of books, knows the secrets behind the mountain of books, possesses amazing poetic talent, and has the highest talent in Confucianism and Taoism in ancient and modern times, Fang Fang Yi died too early.
There is no time for him to grow. He is only in the fifth-grade Hanlin realm. Mr. Da is not sure how far Fang Yi will grow if he is given enough time to grow.
But becoming a saint is almost a sure thing.
There are no more saints. Confucianism and Taoism will not see any saints again for hundreds of years.
No, Mr. Da looked at Zhao Wuji at this time. Before Fang Yi died, he distributed his talents to them. Zhao Wuji, who had received Wenquxing's infusion and shared Fang Yi's vast talents, might still have some hope.
But compared to Fang Yi, the probability of Zhao Wuji becoming a saint is no more than one thousandth.
That's all, that's all. Mr. Da felt very tired and said, "Everyone, take care, I'm going back."
Mr. Da disappeared here and returned to Confucian Saint Palace.
At this time, there were some changes in the Confucian Sage Palace and even the statues of the Four Saints.
The faces of the two saints, Li Sheng and Jiang Sheng, were full of sadness, as if they were saddened by the fall of a peerless genius.
Zhou Sheng's face became even more ugly, and there were glistening tears in the corners of his eyes.
Only the statue of Confucius has not changed at all. It is just that the statue of Confucius is more serious than before.
"The disciple is incompetent and failed to protect Fang Yi." Mr. Da was also infected by such sad emotions, and said in a low voice: "The Four Sages, Confucianism and Taoism, there should be no more saints in a hundred years..."
The statues of the Four Saints shook in unison, then calmed down after a moment.
Mr. Da also felt that his mood was waning, so he sat down cross-legged and continued to fall into a deep sleep.
But at this moment, Mr. Da suddenly thought of something.
"Such a big thing happened to Fang Yi, why didn't I know about it before??" Mr. Da opened his eyes and began to recall what happened in his mind.
Ever since Fang Yi started traveling around, Mr. Da fell into a deep sleep state. This is a fixed action. Every year, Mr. Da has to sleep to maintain his own state and better control the power of the Four Saints.
In a year, the period of deep sleep can last from one month to half a year. At this time, Mr. Da will fall into a complete deep sleep and will not be aware of anything.
When he fell into a deep sleep, it happened that Fang Yi killed the son of King Gu, and Emperor Taiping decided to hand over Fang Yi?
If he hadn't been awakened by Fang Yi's eternal poem, Mr. Da would still be in a deep sleep until now.
Mr. Da pinched his fingers and roughly calculated the time. If Fang Yi's eternal poems hadn't shocked him, he would have just woken up from his slumber in the past few days.
Could it be that it's a bit too coincidental? ?
Mr. Da is now sitting on the futon, his ears and eyes are clear, and his mind is extremely clear.
He only remembered this matter after returning to Confucian Saint Palace. Before, he would not have thought of these things at all after leaving Confucian Saint Palace.
Mr. Da took a deep breath and smelled a hint of conspiracy.
There is no doubt that no matter what the reason is, once something happens to Fang Yi, Mr. Da will definitely choose to save Fang Yi, because others don't know, but Mr. Da knows very well that Fang Yi will definitely become a Confucian and Taoist saint in the future.
As a great gentleman, he has the responsibility to protect the Tao.
But it happened that Fang Yi was in deep sleep when he made these shocking moves.
What a coincidence, it's all such a coincidence.
The Confucian Saint Palace is suppressed by the statues of the Four Saints and has the original texts of the Four Saints, so it can block all calculations and isolate itself from the world. Moreover, in the Confucian Saint Palace, Mr. Da is invincible. Even if the Gu King comes to the Confucian Saint Palace, Da Mr. Da can completely overwhelm the Gu King. It can even be said that Mr. Da is very confident that he can kill the Gu King.
Mr. Da thought of this, and the black and white eyeballs in his eyes began to flow.
But after a while, Mr. Da’s eyes began to bleed again.
"How is this possible!!" This time, even Mr. Da himself screamed out. He was deducing what happened just now, but unfortunately, he failed. When he deduced Fang Yi, there was nothing in his eyes. , it’s all chaos and nothingness.
"No, there is definitely something wrong with this!" Mr. Da finally dared to confirm this.
There is a pair of hands in the dark, controlling all of this. The grass and snakes are gray lines, and the foreshadowing is thousands of miles away. Mr. Da feels that there is a powerful existence controlling everything.
But how is this possible?
Who else can be stronger than the Four Saints? ?
Especially the Master?
But why can't I come up with any results when I deduce it in the Confucian Sage Palace? ?
This is simply unbelievable. Is it possible that there is someone more powerful than the Four Saints, or even more powerful than the Master? ?
"Xuan, Zhao Wuji." Mr. Da said at this time.
Not long after, Zhao Wuji came to the Confucian Sage Palace alone.
"Wuji, maybe someone is secretly manipulating this matter..." Mr. Da said in a shocking tone.
Zhao Wuji was startled for a moment, then asked: "Mr. Da, did you speak just now?"
Zhao Wuji just saw Mr. Da's lips moving, but he didn't hear any sound at all, so he asked tentatively.
"Huh??" Mr. Da looked at Zhao Wuji with a face full of disbelief, and then said again: "Wuji, there is something wrong with Fang Yi's death, maybe someone is secretly manipulating it!!"
Zhao Wuji shook his head again and said, "Mr. Da, I couldn't hear what you just said."
Mr. Da stopped talking. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from the void with both hands, and wrote on the paper: "There may be something wrong with Fang Yi's death."
Then the piece of paper floated in front of Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji grabbed the piece of paper and looked at it carefully for a long time. Then he raised the piece of paper and asked, "Mr. Da, why did you give me a piece of white paper? What did you just write?"
Mr. Da looked at Zhao Wuji's hand in shock and anger. Yes, what Zhao Wuji was holding was a piece of white paper. There was nothing on the white paper.
The handwriting Mr. Da had just written disappeared without a trace. Mr. Da finally gave up.
He has determined that someone is definitely intervening behind this matter. He is an extremely powerful master who can even block an eighth-level scholar.
Mr. Da has his back against the statue of the Four Saints and the original copy of the Four Saints' classics in his hand. Mr. Da can completely resist this power. He already knows all this, but Zhao Wuji, who cannot rely on the power of the Four Saints, is completely unable to resist this power. Wait for strength.
"Wuji, you should stay in seclusion here so that you can practice well." Mr. Da said again at this time.
This time Zhao Wuji heard Mr. Da’s words: “Mr. Da, after I go out and sort out some things, come back to retreat.”
After speaking, Zhao Wuji bowed and said, "Thank you, Mr. Da, for your kindness."
Ordinary great Confucians do not have such an opportunity to enter the Confucian Saint's Palace to practice, unless they get permission from Mr. Da, and Mr. Da's permission is the greatest compliment to a great Confucian.
…
Luo Shenhou looked at his daughter at this time, and then at Princess Yunxi. Both of them had dull eyes, and they were a little confused.
Luo Shenhou sighed, and then walked step by step to the city wall. He collected the bones of the people who were killed by the imperial guards during the riot in the capital that day, and then found a place outside the city to bury them one by one. .
Three of the four maids followed Luo Shenhou, leaving only Chuntao to accompany Luo Qingyi.
It may be Fang Yi's last wish to collect these bones. He died for these people.
These should be buried well.
…
At the same time, Da Li palace.
Dao Wuya took out the thing from his sleeve. It was a piece of flesh and blood. In addition, there was half a mutilated little golden dragon.
Dao Wuya placed it on the ice jade bed where he usually slept.
After doing all this, he suddenly smiled and said: ""Tao Jing"? Is there really such a magical Taoist cultivation method in this world?"
"Immortal?"
"exchange?"
"Hahaha, hahaha."
Dao Wuya's deep laughter sounded at this time.
