The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2103 The Burial Valley Opens

Fu Yue's body is huge, and a little less blood is nothing, and the ancient monsters are a well-known family with high production of holy blood, but they can't stand losing too much blood.

Ten breaths later, Fu Yue's body moved slightly, and the liquid high-temperature material in the earth's core surged wildly, like countless volcanic eruptions, extremely terrifying, enough to easily destroy the emperor.

Fang Yun did not run away, but his eyebrows glowed, and then a picture of the ancient monster flew out and fell into Fu Yue's body.

Fu Yue stood up and trembled, and Fang Yun continued to suck blood.

After sucking for another ten breaths, Fu Yue's body trembled again, and even the entire Blood Mang Continent was affected.

Fang Yun put away the Spring and Autumn Pen.

Because the power of the Spring and Autumn Pen did not remain on the wound, Fu Yue's body healed in just a blink of an eye.

The vibration of the earth's core slowly calmed down, and Fu Yue continued to fall into hibernation and cultivation.

Fang Yun held the Swallowing Sea Shell and took a look at the large amount of Fu Yue's blood inside.

More than a thousand drops of holy blood!

For any family, thousands of drops of holy blood is an extremely large number.

The saints of the human race do not value their bodies, so the real holy blood is limited. For a family like the ancient demons who use their bodies to traverse the world, they can form a huge amount of holy blood.

Fang Yun looked at Fu Yue's neck again.

The tendons, bones and flesh of the saints can condense holy jade. If the bone strength is intact, it will form holy bones or holy remains.

"Thank you."

Fang Yun thanked Fu Yue and his body quickly rose to the ground.

As soon as he returned to the Shengyuan Continent, Fang Yun received a letter from the West Saint Pavilion. The sky cracked clouds appeared above the Wanwang Mountain in the demon world, which meant that the Burial Valley of the Saints had been opened, but this was the most dangerous time. Only when the passage to the Burial Valley of the Saints was stable could they officially enter. Now the Holy Court summoned all the human race who were about to go to the Burial Valley of the Saints.

Fang Yun immediately arrived at the Holy Court at the fastest speed and went to the West Saint Pavilion. He met many great Confucian scholars along the way.

The current Western Saint of the human race is Liu Xie, and the elder of the West Saint Pavilion is the great Confucian scholar Liu Sidao of the Liusheng family.

Fang Yun and the others entered the West Saint Hall. Liu Sidao was sitting on the futon in the deepest part of the hall.

Liu Sidao nodded gently as a greeting.

Fang Yun knew the temperament of this Liu Sidao. He was indifferent to fame and fortune and spoke little. Even though he was in charge of the West Saint Pavilion, he rarely interfered in various affairs. All the affairs were handled by the other people in the West Saint Pavilion. He spent most of his time practicing.

The great scholars present greeted each other with their eyes, did not speak, and sat on different futons.

Fang Yun walked to the first futon on the left and sat down majestically.

This was the first time Fang Yun entered the main hall of the West Saint Hall and looked around secretly.

The four saint halls were the same, very simple. This West Saint Hall was a huge wooden hall. There were two huge wooden carvings on the walls on both sides. The left side recorded the deeds of Confucius, and the right side recorded the deeds of the six sub-sages.

There was only a calligraphy hanging at the front of the main hall.

The four seasons passed, and all things grew.

This was a saying of Confucius.

Confucius said that he did not intend to say anything, nor did he need to say anything, so Zigong asked Confucius: "If you don't say anything, what can we disciples pass on?"

The saint Confucius said: "What does the way of heaven say? The four seasons rotate as usual, and all things grow as before. Does the way of heaven need to say anything?"

The conversation between the saint Confucius and Zigong was only a few sentences, but it was deeply studied by Confucian scholars of all generations, and there are still different opinions.

When Fang Yun saw these eight words, a world suddenly appeared in front of him. The world was in motion, and all things grew. These eight big words were placed above the world, like the way of heaven hanging high, mysterious and unpredictable, as if everything in the world was contained in these eight words.

At the same time, Fang Yun felt a sense of pride in his heart. One day, he would be like the saint Confucius, comparing himself to the way of heaven, like the way of heaven, silent, but controlling everything.

These eight words were written by the saint Confucius himself.

Fang Yun took another look and found that the words were very ordinary. He could not see any power, and could not even sense any special features. It seemed like a calligraphy and painting that could be seen everywhere on the street stalls.

Fang Yun looked at Liu Sidao, who was sitting under the calligraphy, and the calligraphy was in harmony with him.

Today, many great scholars came to the West Saint Hall, but unlike ordinary meetings, the atmosphere in the hall was obviously too depressing.

Even when the public discussion was held that year, it was not like this.

Fang Yun sat upright, but he was thinking about going to the Burial Valley.

As Wenquxing approached, the strength of the human race increased greatly. Many university scholars broke through and were promoted to great scholars, which increased the strength of the human race's high-level forces.

The last time the Burial Valley was opened, the human race only sent fourteen great scholars. The main reason was that the Burial Valley was too dangerous and the human race did not want too many great scholars to be lost in it, but the fundamental reason was that there were too few great scholars in the human race.

Today, the West Saint Pavilion invited a full thirty-four great scholars.

From the time Wenquxing moved until now, the total number of great scholars in the human race has doubled!

Most of the great scholars invited this time were promoted to great scholars in recent years, and they have all crossed the level of new great scholars, at least great scholars in the realm of self-cultivation, and have mastered the power of the country and the world.

A great scholar at this level, as long as he practices normally and thoroughly masters his own power, is no longer comparable to an ordinary great demon king of the same realm.

Once he has his family, country and world, every great scholar has the strength close to that of the great demon king of the Holy Son, and the stronger ones can be on par with the great demon king of the ancestral god clan.

This is the case with the human race. The deeper the holy way, the stronger the power.

However, the number of great demon kings and great barbarian kings far exceeds that of the great scholars of the human race.

More and more great scholars entered, and soon Fang Yun sensed that including Liu Sidao, there were already thirty-four great scholars seated in the hall.

There are many acquaintances and even friends among them, including Tian Songshi, the stupid scholar who met in the sea of ​​learning, Zhao Jingkong, the beggar uncle of Jingguo, Ye Hongyu, the great scholar who listened to Lei, and Meng Jingye, who fought side by side with Shihan Ancient Land in Xuemang Realm...

In addition, Fang Yun also saw several people he didn't want to see.

Lei Konghe, the current head of the Lei family, Zong Wenxiong, the great scholar of the Zong family, and Weng Shi, the great scholar of the Weng family.

Time passed slowly, and when the West Saint Hall was about to close, a purple-robed figure stepped into the main hall.

No one spoke, but Fang Yun felt that the air seemed to vibrate.

Fang Yun did not look back, but knew that the person who came was Yi Zhishi, the literary giant of the human race.

Suddenly, the air in the main hall solidified.

There can only be one first here.

Many great scholars frowned slightly, looked at Fang Yun who was sitting, and then looked at Yi Zhishi who had just entered the main hall, not knowing what to do.

Yi Zhishi looked like a young man, without a single wrinkle, with black hair falling naturally, like a black waterfall, or like black silk.

Only his temples were silver.

Suddenly, there was a slight commotion in the main hall, and everyone looked under Yi Zhishi's robe.

Yi Zhishi was barefoot, not wearing shoes.

His feet were a little dirty, covered with dust.

Many great scholars had a flash of light in their eyes.

Walking barefoot, stained with the dust of the world.

When the dust of the world is gone, there is no dirt or filth, and the feet are like jade, then you will step into the holy way.

"Huh..."

Many great scholars breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that Yi Zhishi began to take the last step of the literary giant and had officially stepped into the holy way. If nothing unexpected happened, he would definitely be canonized in the end.

The four seasons run, and all things grow.

In front of these eight words, no matter what the great scholars had in mind, no one spoke.

There were more than a hundred cushions, and thirty-five of them.

The first on the left was Fang Yun.

Yi Zhishi glanced at the whole place, with a faint smile on his face, and slowly walked to the first futon on the right and sat down.

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