The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Everyone in the audience, without exception, was shocked by the fierce king's words.

Even people from Kong Sheng and the Six Great Yasheng families felt incredible when they heard this.

That was the family fortune of a dignified semi-saint family.

Zong Wude murmured: "How did the fierce king become a crazy king?"

Li Fanming's eyes widened in the audience. It was hard to imagine that Mr. Ji would say this, and it was even harder to imagine that Fang Yun was worthy of Mr. Ji's words!

The rabbit, who had been sleeping soundly, was already awake. He stood upright, looking at Fang Yun and the fierce king. He kept turning his head back and forth to look at the two people, as if asking: What is going on?

The Wolf Demon Marquis next to the Fierce Lord blinked several times, and the evil intent dissipated, replaced by confusion.

Everyone in the Meng family was most surprised. Ever since Fierce Lord began to rise to prominence, the Meng family has been prospering and has a tendency to restore its former glory or even surpass it. They now have blind trust in Fierce Lord, but even so, they cannot understand Fierce Lord's actions.

Some of the guests suddenly stared at Mr. Fierce very seriously.

"This time, he was right." A great scholar said slowly.

Fang Yun didn't seem to guess the intention of the fierce king at all, and said: "Do you want to exchange these great joys for my next Mid-Autumn Festival poems? I'll think about it, um, I've thought about it, I'll exchange it!"

The moment Fang Yun spoke, the emcee quickly took out an amplifying conch from his arms and placed it in front of Fang Yun. After Fang Yun's voice entered the amplifying conch, it consumed the emcee's talent and formed a tongue-splitting spring thunder sound that spread throughout the world. field.

The originally tense atmosphere eased slightly, and everyone looked at Fierce Lord, waiting for his answer.

Fierce Lord said slowly: "As long as you are willing to marry into my Meng family and marry a daughter of my Meng family as your main wife, you will have whatever the Meng family has!"

"Jie Jun is joking. I am engaged to Sister Yuhuan and will be officially married soon." The smile on Fang Yun's face disappeared.

The fierce king snorted, showing disdain, and said: "What can a mere child bride bring you? The dowry of a girl from my Meng family is from a noble family! What does your child bride have? Beauty? Within the ten countries, beauty is the best. She has a lot of people, do you want one hundred or one thousand? How can she compare with the women of my Meng family? I am already promoting her!"

Fang Yunhe asked kindly: "Last year, could you, the daughter of the Meng family, give me a bowl of medicinal soup?"

The fierce king remained silent.

"Two years ago, could you, the daughter of the Meng family, pass me an egg?"

There was silence.

"Three years ago, could you, the daughter of the Meng family, cook a bowl of porridge for me?"

"Four years ago, could you, the daughter of the Meng family, wash a piece of clothing for me?"

Fang Yun continued talking year after year, and finally said coldly: "If you can't do this, how can you compare with Sister Yuhuan? You are worthy of being a fierce king who practices the holy way of courage. I'm afraid your holy way of courage has reached the highest level. , to say that my sister Yuhuan is inferior to your Meng family."

"Oh? So, you are willing to sacrifice your holy way for a mere child bride?" Fierce Lord's chest rose and fell slightly, but his tone remained calm.

Fang Yun stared at Fierce Lord and said firmly: "I, Fang Yun, will take the Holy Way myself. I don't need Sister Yuhuan to exchange it for me. Even your Meng family can't give me the Holy Way! Your entire Meng family is not as good as my sister Yuhuan's bowl of medicine." Soup."

Fierce Lord slowly straightened his body, stared at Fang Yun with eyes like an eagle and a wolf, pressed his right hand firmly on the armrest of Wuhou's car, and said sternly: "Fang Yun, I value you so much, I didn't expect you to be ignorant of good and evil. How dare you insult my Meng family!"

"You think too highly of the Meng family and yourself." Fang Yun said calmly.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! If you insult my Meng family, you will never stop! The day when the Holy Ruins ends, the news of your death will spread to the world!" A strange blood color appeared in the eyes of the fierce king, and the bloody meteor no longer flickered. , as if constantly circling around his eyes.

Fang Yun's eyes turned cold and he said: "Without the trouble of Mr. Fierce, I will be able to return safely on the day when the holy ruins are over. Since Mr. Fierce said that he will fight with me until death, how dare he wait for me to become a Hanlin and have a life-or-death battle with you. Wen Dou?”

"No, you won't have the chance to become a Hanlin. I will never give you this opportunity, even if you come out of the Holy Ruins alive!" The fierce king suddenly smiled softly, revealing his white teeth, and his eyes were full of blood.

The four literary pens on Wuhou's car suddenly moved, tapping the inner wall of the pen holder, making a thumping sound. The inkstone suddenly rose and fell, tapping on the table.

The intention to kill is in the heart, and the pen and ink are asking for war!

Liu Zizhi in the crowd showed an excited smile. With the words of the fierce king, Fang Yun would definitely die, and the Liu family would be safe.

Li Wenying suddenly stood up and said: "I heard that Mr. Fierce wants to kill me, Jing Guo Fang Yun?"

The fierce king said: "I only said that Fang Yun would die, why did I say that I would kill him with my own hands? How could I, the Menglin Hall, not even understand these rules? Lord Dongsheng is sitting in the Holy Hall, how could he let me kill him!"

"Oh, the day Fang Yun dies is when I kill the ten murderer clans!" Li Wenying said.

"Even if you become a great scholar, you still can't do it!"

"I know, I can kill as many as I can." Li Wenying said, sitting down and drinking slowly.

A person not far away smiled and said: "Brother Wen Ying has not seen you for many days, and his talent has become more and more condensed. I don't like to fight and kill. I just completed a "Three Barbarians Expedition" a few days ago and will deliver it to my house in a few days. ”

Everyone looked at Huajun, one of the four great talents of the previous generation. He was a bachelor. He could only draw war paintings of demon kings at the same level as himself. However, he had a very deep realm of painting and was able to paint even more powerful demon kings. , that "Three Barbarians Expedition Picture" is most likely an army led by three great demon kings. Once the war picture is shown, a city can be destroyed in a matter of seconds.

"Thank you, Brother Wu." Li Wenying raised his glass to Mr. Hua from a distance.

Unexpectedly, the painter took out a scroll of paintings and threw it to Fang Yun, saying: "This is a painting I made in my early years of practicing painting. It is useless to keep it. You can just enjoy it. Your theory of yin and yang has won my heart, so don't refuse it."

Countless people's eyes were shining, and what Fang Yun got must be Huajun's war painting. Even if it was painted by Huajun in his early years, it was the best among the best. Huajun had entered the third realm of painting a few years ago and was impacting the painting. In the four realms, he is very likely to become the first master to paint the five realms in his lifetime.

Fang Yun received the scroll into the Hanhu shell and said, "Thank you, Mr. Painter, for your great gift."

Suddenly, a book flew towards Fang Yun, and Fang Yun looked towards the direction of the book as he picked it up.

The person who threw the book was Shi Jun who had been to Yuhai Academy that day.

Shi Jun nodded and said: "This is the "Historical Records" that I personally copied a few days ago. I give it to you as a farewell gift."

Just as Fang Yun was about to say thank you, two books flew towards the seat of the Bingsheng Family. Fang Yun had no time to thank Shi Jun and hurriedly caught them.

The old man who threw the book said: "This is "Sun Tzu's Art of War" and "Sun Bin's Art of War" that I copied back then. Although they are not military books, they should be of benefit to you."

"I picked up an ink ingot a few days ago. I'll give it to you." The Master of Confucius who presided over the Mid-Autumn Festival Literary Society in Kongcheng yesterday threw an ink ingot casually. The ink ingot flew in the air with a slight dragon roar, and the surface of the ink ingot was The bloody lines turned out to be like dragon patterns.

Fang Yun had Li Wenying's dragon blood ink ingot, which was made from the demon king's dragon blood, and this ink ingot was even better, it must have been made from the demon king's dragon blood.

"We father-in-laws are good at making gadgets. I give you this telescope as your wedding gift!"

A cultural treasure telescope flew from the direction where the Luban family was sitting. Fang Yun reached out to catch it and put it into the Hanhu shell.

"I heard that you have also made some achievements in the music field. This is "Guangling San" written by the great scholar Ji Kang. I am reluctant to give it to you and will lend it to you for three years!" A wooden box flew towards Fang Yun.

Fang Yun caught it and remembered that person.

Then, several things flew up one after another.

Fang Yun was moved. He didn't expect that there were so many people helping him when he was hostile to people from the Semi-Saint Family. It is true that some of these people hate Mr. Fierce, but when they do this in front of Mr. Fierce, they are definitely not just disgusted, they must have a sense of righteousness.

Fang Yun, who was originally at a disadvantage, is now so powerful that many people are even excited to see it. However, they don't have much money, so from time to time someone calls out, or praises Fang Yun, without fear of the presence of the evil king.

At this moment, no one directly accuses the evil king, but everyone can see what thousands of people are pointing at, and everyone can hear what thousands of people are criticizing!

Countless people have the same thought: The evil king wants to kill a genius, it is unforgivable!

More and more people are glaring at the fierce king, and an invisible aura of righteousness emerges in everyone's heart.

Suddenly, a young scholar cursed: "Shameless and vicious king, scum of the human race!"

No one responded. After a few breaths, someone suddenly said: "Well done! The fierce king is so lucky that he kills you. Everyone can kill him!"

"How can we, the people of Kongcheng, be so afraid of being so young while bathing in the kindness of Saint Kong? The evil king is shameless!"

"The evil king is shameless!"

"The evil king is despicable!"

Not many people shouted at first, but soon more and more people followed, forming waves of shouting.

There is a huge force gathering in the sky above Kongcheng, and anyone who dares to resist this force will be crushed.

When we unite as one, we can achieve the goal of a thousand people!

Liu Zizhi's smile froze on his face, and he even looked horrified.

The faces of the Meng family were as dark as the bottom of a pot, and many people wanted to be killed. The dignified semi-saint family was accused by thousands of people, which even Meng Sheng had never encountered before.

Even though he was as determined as the fierce king, he was gritting his teeth at this moment and holding on to the armrest with both hands. The anger in his chest could almost burn the dragon scale armor on his body.

At this moment, Fierce Lord's writing became slightly blurry, not as crystal clear as before, as if dust had fallen on it.

"Incite everyone to harm me with thousands of accusations, and I will kill you!" The fierce king roared in his heart.

Shi Jun took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and while writing, he murmured to himself with his tongue, "The Ten Kingdoms Holy Ruins Literary Meeting happened unexpectedly, and it will definitely be recorded in the annals of history."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was even more happy, and Meng's family was even more desperate.

Li Fanming couldn't help but slam the table, which made the big rabbit jump. People on the side also looked at him.

Li Fanming explained: "Shi Jun has served in the 'Historical Academy' a few days ago and has been awarded the title of 'pen official'. Since he recorded this incident, later history books about the Ten Kingdoms must not fail to include this incident. It’s a very trustworthy history! Not to mention the semi-saint family, even the higher aristocratic families can’t erase it.”

"That's it!" Many people looked happy.