"Fang Xiujie" looked at the bamboo scroll slowly unfolding behind Ji Zhong. Even though he had become a saint, he still felt a storm in his heart.
"The phantom of "Spring and Autumn"! How could you, a Confucian scholar, summon the phantom of "Spring and Autumn"!" "Fang Xiujie" was full of righteousness, and all the attacks at the peak of Master Realm were directed at Ji Zhong, but all the attacks fell into "Spring and Autumn" 》In the light emitted by the shadow, it seemed as if it had fallen into the endless river of time and disappeared.
The phantom bamboo scroll of "Spring and Autumn" was completely opened, and the words engraved on it flickered one by one. Then, those flickering elegant words floated out from the bamboo slips and fell into Ji Zhong's body.
The righteousness in Ji Zhong suddenly surged!
"The Spring and Autumn Period has paid attention to me! This is the Spring and Autumn Period paying attention to me!" At this time, the real Fang Xiujie was also shocked. He had only seen this kind of scene in history books.
Among the Confucian semi-sages, the two most powerful supernatural powers, Spring and Autumn focus on me, I focus on Spring and Autumn!
It is said that if you use the Spring and Autumn Injection, you will summon the power of the Confucian sect's sage for your own use. There was once a great Confucian with a righteous state of mind who used the Spring and Autumn Injection to kill a barbarian god across the ranks.
However, these two magical powers are too difficult.
It is so difficult that even one or two generations may not be able to master it.
But Ji Zhong was just a Confucian scholar, and he had never even seen the mountains and seas of learning. How could he show it?
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At this time, as the spring and autumn ink flew into Ji Zhong's body one by one, Ji Zhong's aura continued to rise. He soon broke through the Confucian scholar and entered the Confucian realm, then broke through the Enlightenment realm Confucius, reached the Kaihua realm Confucius, and then again. From the enlightened realm master to the preaching realm master, this momentum has not stopped.
"Fang Xiujie" looked horrified. During the "Spring and Autumn Injection on Me" period, it would have required at least the power of a semi-saint to attack the opponent. Now he is just possessed by a trace of soul, displaying the strength of Chuan Daozi.
"You're crazy!" The old voice shouted, "Stop! You simply can't withstand the power of the Spring and Autumn Art. Your Confucianism will collapse, and you are not far from death!"
Ji Zhong ignored it at all, and the aura on his body continued to grow. In an instant, he reached the peak of the Master of the Preaching Realm and was heading towards the Great Confucian.
At this time, the power of collapse in the sky above Bengjie began to gather, and huge oppressive power was emitted.
"Fang Xiujie" was shocked: "Stop! You can break through a whole realm, and you can at least reach a righteous state of mind in the future. There is some hope of even becoming a saint."
"You stop, worship me as your teacher, and join our Fang family. Our Fang family will use all means to help you become a saint within a hundred years!"
"As long as you are willing to accept me as your teacher, I will leave immediately! Stop!"
Ji Zhong opened his eyes slightly, glanced at the crazy-looking "Fang Xiujie", and continued to close his eyes. The aura in his body continued to rise. Suddenly, there was a muffled sound. Ji Zhong's cultivation level had broken through the master realm.
At this time, there was a thunderous explosion in the collapsing clouds in the sky.
"Fang Xiujie" shouted, "Stop it, if you get to Da Ru, you will cause the collapse of the world. Do you want Chen Luo in the valley behind you to be buried with us?"
Hearing the words "Fang Xiujie", Ji Zhong's breath suddenly stagnated. He looked up at the collapse clouds in the sky, exhaled a long breath, and the shadow of Spring and Autumn behind him slowly dissipated.
Ji Zhong's eyes were like lightning at this time, he looked at "Fang Xiujie" and raised the broken sword in his hand. A righteous energy emerged from the broken blade and turned into a three-foot iron sword again.
At this time, Ji Zhong is half a great scholar!
"Fang Xiujie" had a fierce look on his face: "Boy, "Spring and Autumn" has passed away. I am just a half-step scholar. You can't stop me!"
"Fang Xiujie"'s whole body of green and black righteousness vented out, pressing down on Ji Zhong like a mountain and the sea. Wherever the huge wave of righteousness passed by, even the ground was blown up by three inches. The huge wave of righteousness rushed towards Ji Zhong, as if he wanted to beat Ji Zhong to death.
Confucianism in the Confucian realm is not taught but punished.
Ji Zhong took a deep breath, and all the righteousness in his body was concentrated on the long sword in his hand, and he slashed hard at the huge wave of righteousness that was coming towards him.
It seems to be the first ray of light that creates the world in chaos!
The green energy sword light was extremely sharp, and it hit the huge wave of righteousness head-on, but its movement did not stop at all and moved forward indomitably.
In the next blink of an eye, a trail of blood flowed from the center of Fang Xiujie's forehead.
"The Sword of Peace?" The old voice gradually became weaker, "This is the Sword of Peace!"
"You fool, you are qualified to be a saint, but you died here just to stop me!"
"You fool! You fool!"
The old voice seemed to be releasing his infinite anger, but the voice gradually disappeared. When the voice disappeared, Fang Xiujie's body suddenly cracked and was split into two halves. The green and black righteousness covering his body Suddenly it turned into a ball of flame, burning fiercely, completely turning Fang Xiujie's body into ashes.
It's as if there is no such person in this world.
At the same time, Ji Zhong's body swayed and fell to the ground. He felt that the strength and vitality in his body were rapidly fading away. He seemed to hear something breaking in his heart.
Ji Zhong leaned against the rock and no longer had the strength to hold the broken sword in his hand. He found that his heart was beating slower and slower, and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.
"Master, Xiao Ji can only protect you up to this point..."
Ji Zhong no longer had the strength to hold the broken sword in his hand, and his clothes were all in tatters from the impact, just like when he first saw Chen Luo.
Ji Zhong was in a trance, as if he saw a figure with a broken leg, and the figure gave him a thumbs up.
"Foolish master..."
Ji Zhong murmured with his last strength and slowly closed his eyes...
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"Brother Ji! Brother Ji! Wake up!" Ji Zhong was shaken awake, opened his eyes, and saw a big, skinny head in front of him, "That fool is here again."
When Ji Zhong heard this, he quickly opened the broken animal skin, grabbed the iron sword under his head, and walked out of the broken thatched hut.
He, Ji Zhong, is ten years old this year and the number one child in Jiazi Street, South District, Jiji South District.
It relies on nothing else but the iron sword in his hand.
When several extremely thin children saw Ji Zhong, they all swarmed over. Ji Zhong counted them with his hands. It was pretty good, not a single one was missing.
"Very good. It seems that there are no drugs or poisons in the food that fool gave me." Ji Zhong nodded, "Let's go and get the food with me."
The children shouted excitedly and followed Ji Zhong to the streets of Jiazi Street.
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This is the gathering of the dead, located in Mangzhou, but outside the Great Wall defense line of Mangzhou.
In the early years, some outposts were set up here to predict barbarian invasions. Because the death rate was too high, the people stationed here were all death row prisoners.
The imperial court promised them that if they could stay here for seven years without dying, their crimes would be pardoned. Countless prisoners on death row came here voluntarily for a hope of survival.
As more people came, the outposts were connected and became a market town. Because everyone is a desperate person, it is also called the gathering of the dead.
As time went by, the second and third generations gradually appeared in this collection of dead people. However, this place happened to be a place without royal laws. Many children were just born without their parents.
Ji Zhong is one of them.
Ji Zhong did not remember who his parents were, but before he died, one of them met Ji Zhong, who was under six years old, and threw his iron sword to him.
"I have a son who dies. If you kowtow to me, consider him my son and carry on the legacy for me. This sword can be regarded as a relic given to you by me."
Ji Zhong kowtowed obediently, not for the sword, but for the "bastard" he had been called for many years. That day, he finally got a name.
Ji Zhong!
He spent three days digging a hole and burying the cheap man in it. He then returned to Jiazi Street in the Southern District holding the iron sword that was almost as tall as him.
Ever since he secretly stabbed the brain of a gangster who wanted to steal the sword with this sword in the middle of the night, no one has tried to plot against his iron sword anymore, and he has inexplicably become the most admired kid king in the whole street... …
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Ji Zhong took the children to the street, and sure enough he saw an unshaven old man sitting under a big tree. He looked very bold, but the trousers on his right leg were empty, and they floated up when the wind blew.
Of course, this is not important. What is important is that there is a delicious pancake in front of him.
When the uncle saw Ji Zhong and others, he laughed, stretched out his hand and said, "Xiao Ji, come on, come on, the pancakes that have just been baked are still hot."
The other children all looked at Ji Zhong, who nodded like a little adult, and then the children rushed forward, blowing on the dough and stuffing it into their mouths.
"Slow down, we have it, we have it." The uncle greeted them warmly, and then looked at Ji Zhong, who was walking at the end, "Xiao Ji, you promised yesterday that you would have a meal from me, and everyone must follow me and recite two An hour’s book.”
Ji Zhong sat down next to the big tree: "You are giving us food and you are begging us to read. I'm afraid you are not a fool."
The uncle laughed loudly: "Yes, you are not a fool, who is going to gather the dead!"
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Spring passed and autumn came, and two years passed in a flash.
An academy was built in the gathering of the dead.
The stupid master was like a bird picking ears of wheat, holding on to his only remaining leg, and kept using white flour cakes to lure some children into the academy and teach them to read.
It was not that no one came to cause trouble, but it was not until that time that Ji Zhong knew that the stupid master was terrifyingly powerful.
I heard someone said that he was a student of some kind of "Taiping Academy" and that his leg was broken by a barbarian while rescuing a classmate's relic.
Are you stupid? Why are you still robbing things when everyone is dead?
Later, he was injured again on the battlefield and narrowly escaped death. Someone recommended that he go to Yangzhou as an official, but he refused. He said that he would come to the deceased to open an academy.
Are you stupid?
Everyone in the gathering of the dead called him a fool behind his back. They kids are better off and call him a silly master.
"Silly Master, why did you come to the gathering of the dead?" Ji Zhong walked up to Silly Master, took over the task of kneading the dough, and asked.
The stupid master was so happy that he took out a bag of dry cigarettes from his arms, lit it, took a puff, looked at the sunset on the horizon, and said: "I met a person who walked out of your gathering of the dead."
"He said that his child is still in the gathering of the dead. He wanted his child to go to school. I agreed to him."
"But that kid will die in the next charge. I don't know who his children are, so I can only come over and teach them all."
"I have no choice but to promise someone else!"
Ji Zhong curled his lips: Fool!
The foolish master gently patted Ji Zhong on the back of the head: "You must respect your teacher!"
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In the blink of an eye, another two years passed, and Ji Zhong was fourteen years old.
In this year, he entered the "Spring and Autumn Period", showed his righteousness and became a Confucian scholar.
The silly master smiled even happier than him and said: "I have a good friend named Zhang Qifeng. I will write you a letter and you go find him. He is a student of Zheliu Academy in Zhongjing and will admit you to the academy. middle."
Ji Zhong curled his lips: "I want to go to Taiping Academy."
The foolish master shook his head: "Taiping Academy is not suitable for you! Just listen to me."
Ji Zhong wanted to say something else, but finally nodded.
At this moment, there was a sudden shout outside - the barbarians are coming!
Ji Zhong's heart skipped a beat. After so many years of peace, almost everyone had deliberately forgotten that the gathering of the dead was called the gathering of the dead because, first, it was all desperadoes.
In addition, everyone in the Great Wall regarded them as dead people!
"Quick, quick, quick!" The stupid master suddenly stood up and shouted outside, "Everyone, hide in the secret passage!"
Only then did Ji Zhong react. He rushed into the yard, grabbed the children running around one by one, opened the secret passage, and stuffed them in one by one.
This is what the foolish master has been doing for the past few years. He said, "It is better to dig a well when you are thirsty than to plan before it rains."
Sometimes, even stupid people are not stupid!
The secret passage is known only to children. Because if it spreads out, the secret path will no longer be a secret path due to the atmosphere of gathering the dead.
Ji Zhong sent all the children in the academy into the secret passage, but found the foolish master standing at the door of the academy.
"Silly Master, everyone is hiding, you come in too." Ji Zhong ran to Silly Master and pulled his sleeve, but Silly Master, who would have followed him with a gentle pull, now Like a big tree, firmly rooted in place.
"Ji Zhong, you go and hide, Master, and you won't go in."
"No!" For some reason, Ji Zhong suddenly felt a great fear in his heart. He grabbed the master's sleeve and dragged him towards the secret passage, tears gushing out, "You have broken a leg. , why are you trying to be a hero! What will we do if you die! Don’t go, don’t go!”
The foolish master touched Ji Zhong's head: "I can't help it. Master, I have promised this to everyone in the world."
"You have to keep your word!"
"Bullshit credit. When a person dies, there is nothing. You come with me, you come with me..." Ji Zhong held on to the stupid master tightly.
The stupid master knelt down and said, "Ji Zhong, hide quickly. Master is about to leave. Do you want me to break your promise? Breaking your promise to me will be more uncomfortable than death!"
"But...but..." Ji Zhong lowered his head and couldn't stop crying, "What kind of promise is more important than life!"
Silly Master said nothing, Ji Zhong finally let go of his hand.
"Here, here you go..." Ji Zhong took off the iron sword that he never left his body from his waist, "Promise me to return the sword to me!"
The foolish master drew out his sword and praised: "What a sword!"
"Such a good sword, of course I have to return it to you!"
The stupid master laughed, holding the sword in his hand, and a green air came out from under his empty trousers. The stupid master let go of his crutches and rushed out of the academy in high spirits.
Ji Zhong did not hide in the secret passage. He climbed up the wall of the academy and watched the limping figure disappear from his sight.
He could only hear the voice of the foolish master echoing between heaven and earth——
"Students from Taiping Academy are here, barbarians have always suffered death!"
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I don’t know how long it took, but someone opened the secret passage and rescued all the children hiding inside.
The barbarians were repelled, and a scholar from the imperial court wrote a letter canceling the gathering of the dead and bringing all the survivors back to the Great Wall.
Ji Zhong held the academy door and refused to leave.
He believed that the foolish master would come back.
He said that he wanted to return the sword to himself.
He won't break his promise.
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A few days later, a group of Confucian scholars covered in blood appeared in front of Ji Zhong.
At the same time, there was a broken iron sword handed to Ji Zhong.
"The owner of the sword used the art of peace to kill a barbarian general."
"This sword was found on the body of the barbarian general. It has a divine thought on it."
"Let us bring you this sword."
"Child, can you tell me the names of my dead compatriots?"
Ji Zhong stood up slowly, took the broken sword from the opponent's hand, and said softly -
"Fool."
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Ji Zhong leaned against the stone wall and was no longer breathing.
His heart had stopped beating.
The collapsing clouds in the sky seemed to have found no one to vent their anger on, and slowly dispersed.
Suddenly, there were footsteps.
One person, two people, three people...
The steps were quick.
Ji Zhong's fingers suddenly moved, and then a stream of red dust energy in his body suddenly shot towards his heart.
The heart seemed to have received an electric shock, and suddenly there was a trace of trembling.
Immediately afterwards, another stream of red dust energy shot into the heart.
"Dong...dongdong...dongdongdong..."
The sound of the heart gradually sounded, like beating a drum.
Ji Zhong took a deep breath and suddenly opened his eyes. He subconsciously grabbed the broken sword beside him and pointed it in the direction of the incoming person. He was relieved when he saw that the incoming person was Tian Xiangwan, Wang Bugui, and Ye Dafu.
Ye Dafu was the first to rush forward and support Ji Zhong who was about to fall. Looking at Ji Zhong's bloody state, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Who did it!"
Ji Zhong shook his head slightly: "I killed him."
Tian Xiangwan also took a step forward and asked, "Where is Wan Anbo?"
Ji Zhong turned around and looked at the cave in the heart of the mountain.
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Chen Luo seemed to be trapped in a fog. He could not see the way forward clearly, nor could he identify the direction. There was no sound and no one responded. He could only move forward based on his feeling.
He didn't know how long he had been walking, but the fog suddenly dissipated, and he saw a green-robed Confucian scholar with his back to him, seemingly thinking about something.
Chen Luo stepped forward cautiously and saluted: "Chen Luo, may I ask your Excellency..."
The green-robed figure came back to his senses, with a relieved smile on his young but weathered face. He also returned the greeting to Chen Luo and said, "My prince, An, I have met the same clan!"
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