Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

Re-sage, Yan Yuan.

When the samsara star curtain broke open, a golden light rose into the sky.

When he was reflected again, it was Yan Hui who was holding a bamboo slip, looking at Aristotle with a respectful and gentle look.

"Revival? What is restoration?" The audience didn't quite understand.

It stands to reason that after this wave of operations, Yan Hui has completed his transformation.

But from all aspects, it seems that not much has changed.

I even feel that I am more humble and simple than before.

However, Ye Tian had already raised his hands and paid respect: "Welcome to Fu Sheng for his miracles. Confucianism is flourishing in this world."

Only then did everyone have an idea, and Yan Hui returned to the Holy Spirit to show people.

This means that Confucianism is likely to make a comeback.

Of course, the meaning of this compound word is the reappearance of a saint.

In Ye Tian's opinion, Fu Sheng was respected more than Ya Sheng.

On the ring, Yan Hui stepped forward, and the beam of light on his body began to rise.

Kodaka-chan immediately panicked: "What's going on? Isn't he only one story tall? Why did he change..."

"So high."

From one floor to two, three, four or five floors.

"Oh my God! A mountain, he's taller than a mountain!"

This is impossible!

Westerners are collectively crazy. It is reasonable to say that Confucius is taller than the mountains, but he is one of his students.

Soon, Yan Hui was as high as Aristotle.

Don’t exceed an inch, don’t give in an inch.

Well, if you don't overdo it, you won't be arrogant. If you don't give in, you won't be humble.

But Aristotle felt suspicious. Has his true cultivation surpassed his own?

With such doubts, his state of mind was already incomplete.

"Oh, my vision is a little blurry, so I'm not sure. There is a golden flower on the head, is it Daoyun?"

Yan Hui shook his head with a smile, and bowed his hands to Heaven.

"Tao follows nature, and Confucianism follows benevolence. Although our ideas are different, our positions are the same."

As one of the representatives of Confucianism, Yan Hui did not dislike Taoism, but was full of awe.

Although the Eastern pantheon is now dominated by Taoism and the world has forgotten Confucianism, they will definitely come out to save the people when needed.

This is Confucianism.

In other words, just because Confucianism does not care about worldly affairs does not mean it is in decline.

At this moment, the Heavenly Court had closed its eyes and listened, but after catching a glimpse of the sacred charm of the Confucian sect, it still couldn't help but sigh.

"I have always avoided taboos in the past, but this time, the Confucian people probably want to dominate something."

Taibai Jinxing and Yue Lao were both stroking their beards. Although they were sighing, they didn't think it was a bad thing.

In their opinion, put aside the matter of Su Ming.

Just looking at the intentions of the saints in the heavens, there must be a war between the East and the West.

It's not a one-on-one battle in the ring, but an all-out battle.

Therefore, the Confucian sect stepping forward at this time is enough to demonstrate benevolence and righteousness.

"They are both at the same height, do we still want to fight?"

The two sides facing each other have invisibly reversed the order. The celestial phenomena, all laws, movement and stillness have all changed.

“As a wild guess, Aristotle is as good as Jesus.”

Then his realm has probably entered the realm of false saint.

As for Yan Hui...

"It's hard to say, it's hard to say. After all, he's just a student. He doesn't have many works handed down from generation to generation. His character is a bit lacking."

Aristotle is great, syllogism, metaphysics.

If any of them are released, they can create a false saint.

The battle between the gods of the East and the West has clearly defined positions, but a small group of people hope that this will be a friendly match.

Do not rise to life and death.

So every time I think of this, I feel extremely heavy.

"Between Aristotle and Yan Hui, does one have to die?"

Although I don’t want to, this is the rule of the Luck Arena.

"No one can break the iron rule of life and death unless it is a saint."

Aristotle's heart sank, and when he raised his eyes again, he said: "In fact, from the moment we entered the game, this arena has already answered the question of life and death for us."

"Oh, master, what do you mean?" Yan Hui said he wanted to fight, but he was calm.

Aristotle continued: "Life and death complement each other. You and I form a closed loop. You need to die so that I can live."

Yan Hui's eyes still didn't fluctuate much and he just replied.

"If you break it, then this game should be over."

The sudden Xumi celestial phenomenon covered the starry sky realm and everything in the world.

"I use the light of wisdom to guide the world and the right path. I see that your frail body can bear my weight."

Now that he wants to fight, Aristotle will no longer be humble.

Logic builds a multi-dimensional world, supplemented by syllogism and metaphysics.

A lifetime of research has led to more than three million words, which are so densely packed that every word is like a small world.

More than three million small worlds create one big world.

Not to mention Yan Hui who was in the midst of it, even everyone outside the venue was stunned.

"Aristotle, the legend itself, his life is enough to crush all geniuses throughout the ages."

If you don’t mention it, you will forget it. Aristotle wrote throughout his life.

As many as three million words!

"It's more than three million words. It is said that he wrote more than a hundred books in his lifetime, with tens of millions of words. Only forty-seven books have been handed down, so there are more than three million words."

No one questioned the rationality of this matter.

Because today's online novel authors often write a book with millions of words. It is not surprising that one person spends more than ten years writing 30 to 40 million words.

But at this moment, some people from the Dragon Kingdom raised questions.

"No, there were no keyboards in that era. How could we type tens of millions of words?"

On the ring, Yan Hui was trapped again. Facing a combined attack of more than three million words, he couldn't bear it.

But what was surprising was that Yan Hui remained calm and calm.

He knocked the bamboo slips in his hand and said with a smile, "Master. Do you recognize what I'm holding?"

"Huh?" Aristotle didn't understand why he asked this.

Yan Hui spread out the bamboo slips, and words were engraved on each piece.

"These are bamboo slips. There are about sixty pieces in one roll, each piece can have thirty to forty characters, and can be engraved with more than two thousand characters. Master, does it know why I say this?"

Aristotle's eyes narrowed, and he had a vague premonition.

But he still pretended to be confused: "You want to express that your Analects was recorded using this, right?"

Yan Hui shook his head first, then nodded.

Let those three million words attack him.

Every attack will annihilate an inch of the holy charm in him.

When Shengyun was completely annihilated, he would also die.

Then, Yan Hui continued: "It seems that the master does not know this thing, and it does not exist in your world."

"So, how can we record the master's three million-word writings?"

Yan Hui's words finally stung Aristotle's nerves.

The ominous premonition became stronger. He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "You don't know, our Western civilization has used parchments to record events as early as BC."

"Parchment scroll?" Yan Hui was slightly surprised and even smiled.

"You are saying that your more than three million words of writings were recorded in parchment scrolls, so how many sheep would be needed?"

It is estimated that tens of thousands of them are needed. Do you have that many sheep?