Great Wei scholar

During this period of time, Yan Lei has been trying to trouble Xu Qingxiao with extremely disgusting methods. Now this time, he won't say anything about being counterattacked by Xu Qingxiao.

It even pushed Zhu Sheng's lineage to a desperate situation.

Xu Qingxiao asked Yan Lei three times, the scariest thing was not the first two questions.

The first two questions, in the final analysis, are nothing more than bad character.

It's not a big deal for a great Confucian to be a scum, but the big deal is that Yan Lei's reputation will be ruined.

But what was really scary was Xu Qingxiao's third question.

Was Cheng Lidong's strange art taught by Yan Lei?

Xu Qingxiao didn't dare to be sure, he only knew that Cheng Lidong's strange art must have been given by the Great Wei Wengong, as to whether it was taught by Yan Lei, Xu Qingxiao didn't dare to be sure.

So if not, Xu Qingxiao would be willing to be punished.

What is there to lose?Pilgrims kowtow, this is not a big deal.

But if what Yan Lei really did, then...it's not a trivial matter.

The Great Wei Wengong, a sage orthodox, has unparalleled prestige in the world, and scholars all over the world respect the Great Wei Wengong.

No matter who it is, even Xu Qingxiao, respects the Great Wei Palace, of course he respects saints, not these great Confucians.

However, scholars all over the world have an inexplicable feeling that these great Confucians represent saints, especially those who keep saying that Zhu Sheng is of the lineage.

Opening your mouth and shutting your mouth is the orthodoxy of a saint.

Use this kind of thing to divide the class, so as to stabilize your own interests.

But now, Xu Qingxiao asked Yan Lei three times, if Yan Lei answered yes, then the Great Wei Wen Palace would really suffer an unparalleled blow.

This is the question of scholars all over the world.

Even the Empress of Great Wei can free her hand to target Great Wei Wengong.

A dignified Confucian, actually teaching others different skills?

It is a capital offense for Xu Qingxiao to learn different arts by himself.

What's more, you teach others different arts?

The six ministers paid attention to it, so did the princes and princes of the major countries, and some dignitaries paid attention to this matter one after another.

Even in the Great Wei Palace, the Empress was paying attention to all this with the help of a magic weapon.

In the palace of literature, the holy will was revived, strand by strand, but like a sacred mountain, Yan Lei's whole body trembled under the pressure.

This is the question of the saints.

Xu Qingxiao paid a lot of money, Yan Tianzhu and Chunqiu brush, with his own luck, in line with the sacred will of the Wen Palace, not to mention Yan Lei, maybe even the world's great scholars can't resist such a question.

And this time.

Yan Lei's face turned pale, he was angry and frightened, first he cut off the hope of returning to Daru, and now he was forced to this point, exhausting him physically and mentally.

However, Yan Lei didn't want to answer this question.

But under the suppression of the holy will.

He dared not answer.

If he doesn't answer, Xu Qingxiao really asks the Holy Will again, then he is afraid that he will die even worse.

But if he answered, it would no longer be as simple as ruining his own reputation, but the Great Wei Wengong would also be ruined.

He was panicked and timid. Facing this question, he was really timid.

"Yan Lei!"

"Reply!"

The next moment, Xu Qingxiao's questioning sounded again, and his voice was like thunder, exploding.

"Yan Lei! Answer!"

"Reply!"

"Give the world an explanation!"

"Yan Lei, you claim to be selfless, answer."

At the same time, in the Great Wei Palace, many Confucian scholars plucked up their courage, shouted loudly, and questioned Yan Lei in unison.

Because Yan Lei didn't answer for a long time, the answer was already obvious.

But if he really wanted to be convicted, Yan Lei had to say it himself, otherwise, he still couldn't really hit Zhu Sheng's lineage.

In the face of these questioning voices, Yan Lei hardly lost any color.

His body trembled, and the holy will was even more turbulent and terrifying, and he couldn't even breathe under the pressure.

At this moment, a magnificent voice sounded.

"Yan Lei!"

"Your Confucianism is broken, and you don't have the demeanor of a Confucian, so your heart can be punished."

"Copying Wei Wenbao, slandering great Confucians, disrespecting saints, disrespecting scholars, harming my literary palace, and ruining the name of saints."

"Today, strip away your Confucianism, and go to the Great Wei Wen Palace forever, and you must not mess with Confucianism and Taoism."

At this moment, Peng Ru's voice sounded.

At the most critical moment, Pengru used the power of the great Confucianism in the world to directly suppress Yan Lei, convict him, strip his Confucianism, and expel him from the Wei Palace.

This punishment seems serious, but in fact, even a fool can see that Pengru is in a hurry.

"Wait!"

"Yan Lei hasn't answered the Confucian's question yet."

"Pengru, what are you in a hurry for?"

"Could it be that there are ghosts in your heart?"

Xu Qingxiao took a step forward, he's not stupid, at this point, he still wants you to take control?

The current situation is under the control of me, Xu, want to enter the game?With your few words?Idiots talk about dreams.

"This is a matter of Wen Palace, what does it have to do with you?"

Pengru's voice sounded, and he replied without any fear or guilt.

Upon hearing this, Xu Qingxiao couldn't help but sneered.

"What about Wen Palace?"

"The Confucianists all over the world belong to the same family. The Weiwen Palace was left by Zhu Sheng back then. This place is Zhu Sheng's residence, not your residence."

"You occupy the palace of literature, claiming to be orthodox saints, dividing the class of scholars, suppressing the virtuous, seeking benefits, tampering with the meaning of saints, being unkind, unrighteous, filial and loyal."

"On that day, Yan Lei slandered Xu for practicing strange arts and ordered me to come to Wen Palace to prove myself. Today, I, Xu, came to Wen Palace to let Yan Lei prove myself."

"Pengru, Xu advises you to shut up, otherwise, please ask the Holy Will, Xu will punish you together, do you believe it or not?"

When Xu Qingxiao opened his mouth, his words were domineering, and he angrily reprimanded Peng Ru, a great scholar of heaven and earth.

At this time, in the Palace of Literature, Xu Qingxiao was dressed in white. His delicate and youthful face did not have a trace of childishness.

This is true arrogance.

As a Confucian, he is upright and upright.

For the few, never yield.

Xu Qingxiao was really not kidding, he made himself mad, at worst, he would invite Shengyi again, without Chao Ge's help, Xu Qingxiao tried to invite him by himself.

At worst, you have to pay the price yourself, but if you come to Shengyi, Zhu Sheng's lineage is probably not as simple as being bitten off a piece of meat, but peeling the skin and pulling the bone.

"Xu Shouren!"

"The old man knows that you have resentment, but many things are not as simple as you think."

Peng Ru was not angry, but said something very strange, but the next moment, a ray of light shot out from the Great Wei Palace.

This beam of light shot up into the sky, forming a beam of light.

However, in the light is the imperial decree, the will of the saint.

When the imperial decree appeared, all righteousness was suppressed.

This is holy will.

The real imperial decree contains Confucianism and Taoism.

Xu Qingxiao frowned slightly, he didn't expect that Peng Ru even took out the imperial decree in order to target him.

This is really taking yourself too seriously.

It's just that Xu Qingxiao didn't feel any pressure when the terrifying holy power fell, but he didn't feel anything.

When the imperial decree appeared, all the great Confucian students in the Weiwen Palace, including those in the capital, also had countless people kneeling on the ground, worshiping the holy will.

Even the six ministers of the capital, as well as some dignitaries, have to worship the imperial decree at this moment.

This is not the decree of Zhu Sheng, but a semi-holy one.

Three and a half saints.

But Confucianism and Taoism are the strongest existence among all systems, and also the most special existence. There are still a few first-rank warriors in the world, but third-rank semi-sages may really be one or two.

And it is extremely possible that these two are almost of age and may pass away at any time.

The prestige of the semi-holy.

Xu Qingxiao didn't feel the pressure, but felt the absolute power of a saint.

The holy power is overwhelming, suppressing all evil spirits in the world, the strange magic in Xu Qingxiao's body has completely fallen into dead silence, and he dare not move at all.

This is Shengwei.

Even if it is a third-rank semi-sage, his will is better than the pressure brought by ten great scholars of heaven and earth.

"Yan Lei, there is no Confucianism anymore. Today, the old man, on behalf of the semi-sage, condemned Yan Lei and stripped his Confucianism. From now on, all scholars in the world will be ashamed of Yan Lei and cannot stand up."

The voice of Pengru sounded.

In order to save the face of the Great Wei Wengong, at this moment, he did not hesitate to use his absolute power and use an imperial decree to break this deadlock.

Above the sky, the disintegrated talent and public opinion turned into a Confucian sword in an instant.

It was like a comet falling to the ground, but pierced through the sky and directly inserted into Yan Lei's heart.

This is a holy sword condensed from the world's talent and public opinion. It cannot cause physical damage, but it can kill the heart.

"Pengru!"

"Peng Ru, I know I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong, I hope Peng Ru will take pity on what I've done for Wen Gong these years."

"Pengru, Pengru!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Lei panicked completely, he never expected that Peng Ru would issue such an imperial edict.

I am yours, everything I do is for Zhu Sheng's lineage, why do you treat me like this?

Yan Lei was really panicking, but no matter how he admitted his mistake or explained it.

The peerless holy sword has already been killed.

"what!"

At this moment, Yan Lei uttered an incomparably shrill scream. He was in unbearable pain, shaking crazily all over, and struggled crazily in the end, but the imperial decree suppressed him.

It was so hard for him to move that Yan Lei's eyeballs were about to pop out.

His screams resounded throughout the Great Wei Palace, extremely miserable.

This kind of process is extremely painful, which is equivalent to shredding your heart alive.

The sword of the saint cuts off his bones and destroys his wit.

This is torture, which surpasses all other tortures. The mental pain makes Yan Lei unable to faint, and he can only bear this kind of pain.

In the end, Yan Lei's seven orifices were bleeding, his hair was disheveled, and he spit out mouthfuls of blood.

His already gray hair was all dead and gray at this moment, and his whole body's vigor and spirit also declined in an instant.