The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 3118 Qing Yu Ning'an

The nearby academicians were frightened when they saw Zong Ming kowtowing repeatedly and blood flowing all over the floor. They didn't know what was going on.

After a while, they tried their best to think and deduce, then realized a possibility, and hurriedly followed Zong Ming to kneel down and kowtow together.

In the end, everyone knocked their heads to pieces and passed out.

Old peach house, pavilion.

Zong Moju remained silent.

"Your family has a Qilin." Fang Yun still looked at the peach blossoms on the mountain, but there was no one in his eyes.

Zong Moju didn't answer, he was still thinking about Fang Yun's deductions and what Fang Yun said.

He was far superior to Zong Ming. After Fang Yun said those three sentences, he instantly understood Fang Yun's intentions and was instantly connected to Fang Yun's innovations over the years.

After a long time, Zong Moju opened his mouth with difficulty and said: "I have also made deductions, but after seeing your deductions, I realized that your deduction ability is far superior to mine. They say that the world is like a chess game, but after all, the chess game cannot Compared with the world."

Fang Yun said: "Whether it is deduction or thinking, all our thoughts and actions are essentially determined by rules one after another. We use these rules to treat everything, including ourselves. This kind of rules can be called a framework , can be called thinking patterns, can be called thinking models, and can be called many things. The scariest thing is not that we don’t understand these rules, but that we think the rules we master are correct. This is also the fundamental reason for limiting personal development. The only reason."

"Look at the Holy Way of the Ten Thousand Realms, which is the rules of the Ten Thousand Realms. It seems to us to be absolutely correct, but in fact, the rules of the Ten Thousand Realms are always changing. They can become more, less, or stronger. It can become weaker. Some of the rules of the Holy Way of All Realms that seem absolutely correct will change if they are placed at the infinite, and they will also change if they are placed at the infinite."

"The reason why my deduction is better than yours is because I have more thinking rules, and each thinking rule is more accurate than yours. At the same time, I also firmly believe that there must be better rules than the rules I have. In my In my eyes, everything is changing, developing, and moving forward, whether it is the outside world, myself, or the rules I use to measure everything. God, I think I am completely right. I completely deny other people’s criticisms. I no longer accept new things and resolutely criticize them. I cannot look at problems from the opposite perspective. I think I cannot change, I think I cannot make progress, and I think I have no more ambitious ideals. If I think I can’t do it, that’s the beginning of my ignorance and the sign of my stopping.”

Zong Moju said slowly: "I didn't stop."

"Yeah, you're not wrong, you're just walking too slow."

Zong Moju was stunned and filled with bitterness.

"You should have heard about my meeting with Kong Changxun."

Zong Moju nodded slightly.

"After leaving that day, I suddenly envied Kong Changxun extremely."

Fang Yun looked into the distance.

Zong Moju slowly turned his head and looked at Fang Yun's back, and suddenly realized that his back was not that tall.

Because there were too many things pressing on his shoulders.

In the old peach house, there is only the sound of wind and the sound of peach blossoms falling to the ground.

"Three days later, I will wait for your incarnation outside Ning'an City. The West Moon Tree has withered, and the North Moon Tree will also wither. This is a part of the book, and two things to help you destroy the North Moon Tree. As for the future, we will meet again if we have the chance."

Fang Yun waved his right hand, and a little spiritual thought and a drop of holy blood flew out, along with a broken ancestral treasure.

Divine thoughts entered Zong Moju's eyebrows, and the holy blood floated in front of Zong Moju.

Zong Moju looked at Fang Yun's holy blood and was stunned.

Fang Yun's holy blood turned out to be like a star, giving birth to life. This was a phenomenon that could only be seen with the blood of the Holy Ancestor.

"See you in three days."

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he stepped into the void step by step, ascending the ladder to heaven, going higher and higher, one step at a time.

Fang Yun's voice reciting poetry came from high in the sky.

The beauty of April in this world is gone,

The peach blossoms in Shanju begin to bloom.

I always regret that I can’t find a way out of spring,

I don’t know where to turn into this.

"Good poem."

Zong Moju sat for a long time before putting away the holy blood and reading the books in his mind. He often stopped suddenly while reading.

He couldn't control his literary courage.

He also couldn’t control his holy way.

The sun and moon rotate, and a faint white light appears in the east in the early morning.

Zong Moju failed to read all the books.

Suddenly, Zong Moju thought of the words of his classmates in the world of Sheng Nian, and then thought of Fang Yun's words, and smiled.

"Yes, I walked too slowly. This is not a fault. If you think you are right, you are an unforgivable sin."

Zong Sheng took a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly.

In the demon world, a wolf barbarian emperor suddenly looked up at the sky, with a warm smile on his ferocious face.

"Congratulations to me."

After saying that, his body turned into ashes, and a little white light flew out, straight into the starry sky.

In the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, the head of a turtle demon king emerged from the turtle shell, seemingly enlightened.

"good."

Then it turned into white light and Izuku disappeared.

From the depths of the East China Sea Dragon Palace, a soft hum came.

In the Kingdom of Wu, a Hanlin general suddenly stood up and quickly left a suicide note.

"Congratulations to me."

After speaking with a smile, General Hanlin turned into light and left.

Demon world ape domain.

The Monkey Bone Saint looked at the sky, with countless faces wailing on the monkey hair around him, extremely ferocious.

With a long sigh, the Monkey Bone Saint clasped his hands behind his back and slowly returned to his residence.

In all the worlds, strange changes occurred, and white light flew towards Zong Moju one after another.

Finally, a total of 2,998 points of light entered the center of Zong Moju's eyebrows.

However, Zong Moju still looked like he only had half of his body.

Zong Moju smiled freely, moved his body, and appeared in the ancestral home of the Zong family.

Zong Moju's mind was released, the paper was flipped, and the ink left traces.

Finally, Zong Moju suddenly split into two, turning into two large and small white lights, one flying towards Ning'an City, and the other flying towards the Holy Courtyard, entering the Star Gate and disappearing.

In Ning'an City, roosters crowed.

The battlefield outside Ning'an City has been tidied up, and there are still traces of battle everywhere, palm-sized bloodstains, animal hair in the dust, broken armor in the cracks of the stone, broken clothes in the mud, and the cold breath of the formation everywhere.

Zong Moju's clone landed.

Fang Yun had been waiting for a long time, with a virtual tower bead suspended in the air, holding a ghost-head knife, wearing a white robe, and looking heroic and majestic.

Zong Moju suddenly smiled happily, his eyes slightly curved, his lips red and his teeth white, but there were a few more wrinkles on his forehead.

"You will envy me too."

Zong Moju looked at Fang Yun and felt that he was older than himself.

Fang Yun walked over slowly.

The two looked at each other and staggered.

Fang Yun stood beside Zong Moju, his eyes brushed past Zong Moju and looked at the dawn in the east.

On the Ning'an City, the patrol soldiers stared blankly at the two people under the city, motionless.

As if in a dream.

Zong Moju lifted his robe, dropped his knees, and slammed heavily on the battlefield.

The land shook slightly, and dark clouds gathered.

"The human race is in your hands."

Zong Moju showed a bright smile, glanced at the east that was about to turn red, turned his head to face Ning'an City, and slowly lowered his head.

Two drops of morning dew bloomed in the soil.

"Have a good journey."

Fang Yun waved his knife, and the head flew up.

The summer rain fell lightly, and the sky and the earth were vast.

Fang Yun held up the ghost-head knife and blended into the rain.

In the city, someone seemed to be singing softly.

Last night, the early summer rain fell, and a half-saint was killed outside Ning'an City.