The Heavens: From Shooting the Eagle

Chapter 441 The Sixth Saint (two in one, please subscribe)

In Yuewei Thatched Cottage, Kong Xuan, Hao Jian, and Lang Fanyun sit as guests and hosts.

The tea is crude tea, but the people who taste the tea are very unusual, and that's enough.

Putting down the teacup, Kong Xuan said leisurely: "The sixth sage has not yet appeared. As far as the current five sages are concerned, they each have their own personalities. Among them, your personality is the most weird and unpredictable. Either chic and calm, or tenacious and persistent, or bohemian..."

Hao Jian pondered for a moment, then interrupted: "Kong Xuan, as a saint, are you using 'either...or...' to make sentences? The sentences you make are not very good!"

Kong Xuan: "..."

"Let me teach you how to make sentences! Listen carefully, gold and silver treasures, glory and wealth, power and beauty?"

With a "poof", the tea in Kong Xuan's mouth sprayed all over the floor.

"For another example: Baby, I'm either oh, I'm either! You can also say that I used either or to make a sentence!"

"There is one more thing, either the ghosts leave quickly, or the ghosts leave quickly!"

Although Lang Fanyun knew that Hao Jian was out of tune, he still looked dull at this moment.

As for Kong Xuan, it's already messed up...

He glared at Hao Jian and said angrily, "Can you stop talking nonsense! I'm talking serious!"

Hao Jian took a sip of his tea, "Say it, I'll listen to it."

Only then did Kong Xuan resentfully said: "The difference in character means that we will have different paths in the future. Just like your senior brother Zhuangzi, what he pursues is pure and carefree. Although it is different from Laojun's quietness and inaction, it is basically the same, so he has the same idea. Zong Lijiao’s strength, but he won’t start a new one. Besides, you like to be a loner and lazy in nature. Although I hate lazy people like you who have no ambitions, I think you probably don’t. Will teach."

Hao Jian was not happy when he heard this, and said angrily: "Can you please reorganize your language? Why do you hate us lazy people, we obviously have nothing to do! What's wrong with having no ambition?"

Kong Xuan was almost pissed off by Hao Jian, "Can you shut up!"

Hao Jian squinted at Kong Xuan, and said leisurely: "If you like Dazhi, just talk about your Dazhi, don't talk about me, I don't like Dazhi, I only like big breasts!"

Kong Xuan: "..."

Lang Fanyun: "..."

Listen, is this a human language?
The atmosphere seemed to freeze. After a long time, Kong Xuan smiled wryly and continued to talk about his ambitions.

"Besides, Duobao, he advocates dominance and is full of self-confidence, so he will definitely stop teaching and establish a new teaching! The reason why he has not established a teaching now is because the agreement with Master Tongtian has not been completed..."

"As for me, I have a high self-esteem, and I have always been proud. Occasionally, I will be arrogant, just like now! The four innate religions of the prehistoric universe. It is Buddhism, so it is nothing more than a dispute between Taoism and Buddhism."

"Even if Duobao establishes a religion in the future, Yunxiao establishes a religion, and Yuding establishes a religion, it is nothing more than the fourth, fifth, and sixth teachings of Taoism! Is there no way to find another way?"

"So, this is the Confucian school you're talking about?" Hao Jian laughed.

Kong Xuan nodded, "That's right! The Confucianism school, which founded the ancient universe, is the third school that is on par with Taoism and Buddhism! This is my idea! In my school, I don't teach exercises, but only classics, and I don't say anything." Strange power!"

"In the past, preaching was done from the top down, and the success or failure depended on the level of the top people. My Confucianism school does the opposite, from the bottom up, starting from the most ordinary people."

"Do you know why I only started doing this now? Because the ancient universe has enough time, with a preaching time of tens of thousands of years, those old saints can't control me at all! And your temperament determines that you will not Stop me."

"So, from today onwards, I will be called Kong Xuan outside, and Kong Qiu Kong Zhongni inside Confucianism!"

"I admire Emperor Wenchang of the Great Desolate Universe and his disciple Xin Qiji very much, so I want to recruit them to join my Confucian sect!"

……

Kong Xuan finally embarked on the path of Confucianism and Taoism.

On the previous earth, Confucianism has indeed achieved great prosperity, and even overwhelmed Taoism and Buddhism, but in this world where gods and Buddhas appear holy, whether Confucianism can still develop like this is unknown.

The country of Junzi has the sound of reading aloud, but the country of Xuanyuan has undergone even greater changes.

People here have learned to use fire and build houses.

And the one who taught them how to use fire and build a house is the Bole who is a good teacher!
Knowing the changes in Xuanyuan Kingdom, Hao Jian looked at Lang Fanyun and said with a wry smile: "This time, you probably won't have a chance."

Although Bole has not yet been sanctified, neither he nor the other four saints know the ownership of the last holy seat.

Merit sanctifies!

Just like Nuwa in the prehistoric universe!

This is the will of heaven in the ancient great universe, there is no doubt about it.

Lang Fanyun rarely fails. With his peerless talent, he has never encountered such a setback in his practice.

But this time, he has failed, even though he has put in a lot of effort.

There was also a wry smile on his sallow face, "Unexpectedly, I would fail too! Just like the night Xixi passed away, she was held in my arms, and I could only watch her life bit by bit. The point disappears, but there is no way to recover! And now, I have to endure such pain again."

Hao Jian pondered for a while, and said slowly: "You don't have to be too desperate! When the holy seat of the Great Desolate Universe was full, I didn't despair, did I? What about the big universe?"

"Lao Lang, although I often say that nothing is difficult in this world, as long as you are willing to give up such poisonous words... But in fact, there is always a way to escape everything in this world!"

"Now you have plenty of time, and all you lack is opportunity! If 1 years is not enough, then 10 years, if 10 years is not enough, then millions of years, tens of millions of years..."

"As long as your love for Ji Xixi remains undiminished, sooner or later you will find an opportunity to revive her."

Lang Fanyun nodded, "I understand, I have understood since the moment you woke me up."

After saying this, the two turned their heads in unison, and saw Bole by the big river.

He was still dressed as a fisherman as before, wearing a bamboo hat, and fishing by the river. Whether it was a hook, line or fishing rod, it was actually made by Bole himself.

He knows everything and is good at everything!

"Congratulations, Bole!" Hao Jian said with a chuckle.

Bole raised his hand, caught a big fish, threw it skillfully into the fish basket, and said to himself: "Who would have thought that the holy throne would really fall from the sky? To be honest, I didn't expect this holy throne to fall on the In me... the reason why I keep teaching apprentices in the ancient universe is only because I have long been used to the feeling of being a teacher..."

"So, I naturally taught them how to use fire, how to build houses, how to cure diseases with medicine, how to fish and hunt, how to fight..."

"But I never thought that when I was teaching and teaching, this creature from the ancient universe would actually carry me into the hall of sanctification."

Regardless of whether Bole had a sense of utilitarianism in recruiting apprentices, judging from the results, this guy did accelerate the civilization process of the ancient universe, and thus gained great merit.

Therefore, Bole naturally became the sixth saint of the ancient universe.

At this moment, all the quasi-sages in the entire ancient universe felt an inexplicable feeling.

The six holy seats are full!

"Then, I'll watch Brother Bole's performance next... I hope it won't be a messed up performance." Hao Jian said with a light smile.

Sacred merits and virtues are different from Hao Jian and the others. Since they are gifted by the way of heaven, it means that they have to accept the test of the way of heaven.

Although, such a test is actually very boring.

It can be called a "tribulation", just like when Hao Jian was promoted to the emperor in the world of "Shading the Sky", he had to face a group of natural gods.

Many gods would have been born in the ancient universe, but due to the immigration of the prehistoric universe, these gods that should have been born were not born, and the corresponding authority fell to the natural gods such as the water gods and fire gods of the prehistoric universe.

On the contrary, they also had to accept the dispatch of heaven to come to fight Bole, a virtuous saint.

Of course, it wasn't for nothing. If you participated in the battle, Heavenly Dao would also send you a merit.

In just a moment, the water god Gonggong rushed from Nanhuatian to the bank of the river.

"So Shengren Hao is also there."

Hao Jian smiled, "It's not bad, long time no see, my cultivation is still so good."

Co-workers:"……"

"Gong Gong, are you sometimes looked down upon by others?" A sneer came from a distance. It was a burly man with a flaming magic knife on his shoulder, full of unrestrained feeling. .

"Don't laugh at him, I think you're pretty good too!" Hao Jian glanced at Vulcan Zhu Rong and said nonchalantly.

Zhu Rong: "..."

"Now that you're here, let's start! Which one of you will go first?" Bole showed the sea-exploring trident in his hand, and he, who had just been sanctified, couldn't wait to try his own strength.

"Since I came first, it's natural that I should strike first." Gong Gongchang laughed, holding the Xueyue knife and slashed at Bole.

The battle was fierce, but Hao Jian just wanted to doze off while watching.

No way, as a star shining king, watching this kind of bronze game is really not interesting.

It is far inferior to the battle of the top ten quasi-jihadists in the world of gods and demons!

Thinking about it, this is not a battle of life and death. These quasi-sages know very well that they do not have the strength to slaughter saints, so they are just going through the motions to earn a fortune, and who will show the momentum of fighting for their lives?
Bole obviously understood the thoughts of these quasi-sages, and he didn't kill them either.

"It's really playing the traditional skills of the national football team!" Hao Jian said with emotion.

"What is the national football team?" Lang Fanyun asked blankly.

Hao Jian curled his lips and said angrily: "It's just a team that eats sea cucumbers every day! Forget it, you don't understand..."

After Gong Gong and Zhu Rong, Fenghou Ningchu, Qiushen Rushou, Winter God Xuanming, and Hanba made their moves one after another.

Generally speaking, Bole escaped danger and finally became a saint.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth are full of flowers, and the springs are springing up on the ground. The spring water is sweet, the leaves are blooming, the life is happy, the fruit trees are fruitful, the sky is full of auspicious air, and the purple air is heavy...

It is Bole's great merit that makes him holy, and the heaven and earth rejoice together, and all things celebrate together.

"Ma De, I, the number one saint, didn't have so many special effects when I was sanctified! I really ate lemons!" Seeing this scene, Hao Jian had to admit that he was a little sour.

"The sixth sage, Bo Le, met Brother Hao, the first sage." Bo Le bowed his hands and saluted.

Hao Jian said with a light smile: "Good. By the way, you played well in this friendly match!"

The quasi-sages around were all embarrassed, and Bole said with a smile: "It's really risky, even if I fall, the chance of becoming a saint will not fall on them... If that's the case, why should they risk their lives for it?"

After all the quasi-sages had dispersed, Hao Jian said seriously: "The sixth sage, Bole, since you have been sanctified, there are some things that I, the number one sage, must explain to you."

Bo Le cupped his hands and said, "All ears."

"Although you joined halfway, you have experienced a battle of slaughtering saints anyway. What I have to tell you is that saints have different abilities, and there are obvious differences in the combat power displayed. But generally speaking, the six of us A new sage should not be as good as the old sage. And 31 years later, when the two great universes reconnect, some karma will inevitably end, and the fight between the sages is inevitable."

"I don't ask what position you will stand on. For the sake of saints who belong to the same universe, I just tell you, become stronger! The third calamity in the future may be more violent than the previous ones!"

"I don't want to see a situation where the new saint is completely defeated by the old saint, that's all."

After finishing speaking, Hao Jian drifted away.

Bole stood where he was, and said to himself, "Where is your position?"

After thinking for a long time, he finally disappeared.

……

The six sages of the ancient universe knew that 31 years later there would be an unprecedented battle of saints, so they all chose to retreat.

Saints can't retreat, and the ancient universe has become a stage for quasi-sages!

The reason why the previous 60 years are boring is because the primordial judgment of Hongmeng, there are still very few living beings.

But now, strong men from all walks of life emerged in large numbers, and the saints who suppressed quasi-sages retreated to prepare for battle. The ancient universe finally ushered in a bright era of quasi-sages!

Just like the dark age of the prehistoric universe, the battles are endless.

Ever since he failed to compete for the Holy Throne, Emperor Yan began to think of retiring. Although the generous Chunshen Jumang has the magical weapon of the 600 million-mile hibiscus tree, he just doesn't like to fight.

Therefore, Gou Mang gave this magical weapon to Zhu Rong, who was unwilling to be lonely, and then retired with peace of mind with Emperor Yan.

Huangdi and Pang Ban liked to compete for hegemony, and they were very active in grabbing territory with Duobao's forces.

Lang Fanyun sat in front of his wife Ji Xixi's tombstone all day, peacefully, but everyone knew that when the Rain-Fuying Sword was unsheathed, all quasi-sages would tremble.

Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng like to pick and choose masters from all walks of life with their swords. Perhaps because of their similar personalities, they do not know each other and form a good friendship with the loner Yang Jian.

In this way, time flies, and it slipped to the restart of the gate of time and space.

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