The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Ao Huang realized that he had said something wrong, and hurriedly closed his mouth and lowered his head.

Meng Tong took a deep breath and said, "Fang Yun, you know your situation best at the moment. If you hand over the dragon ginseng, my Meng family will do our best to help you. If you don't hand it over, there is no hope."

"If your Meng family can help me, you won't mobilize so many troops for the dragon ginseng." Fang Yun revealed the truth of the Meng family in one sentence.

The Meng family was furious, but they could only hold it back.

Meng Tong drooped his eyelids, squinted his eyes, and seemed to be looking at the ground. After a moment, he looked at Fang Yun and said, "So, Fang Zhenguo is unwilling to return the things of my Meng family?"

Behind Meng Tong, an old scholar over fifty years old had been lowering his head, and suddenly looked up at Fang Yun.

Fang Yun felt instinctively frightened and subconsciously looked at the old scholar.

What he saw was a mountain of monster corpses and a river of monster blood.

Fang Yun blinked his eyes quickly, and the strange vision disappeared. The old scholar lowered his head again. At first glance, he was just an old scholar with gray hair and a torn sword suit.

Fang Yun's mind turned quickly, and he quickly guessed the identity of the old man.

The holy families would select some scholars with limited talents but firm determination and train them to become scholars.

After that, they would be sent to dangerous places such as Liangjie Mountain, the ancient land of the deserted city or the Zhenyu Sea to fight with monsters day and night.

These people could barely become Hanlin when they were very old, and they would never hope to become university scholars in their lifetime, but they had combat experience and life and death experience that scholars in the Shengyuan Continent could never match.

Such scholars fought with monsters for more than 20 years without dying, and the Holy Academy would grant them the title of "Bloody Scholars", not only because of their merits, but also because their strength far exceeded that of young people with the same literary rank.

Even the seven Jinshi of the Holy Academy, who are the pride of heaven and have the resources of the holy families to fully cultivate them, are far from being the opponents of these blood-soaked men in a life-and-death battle.

Twenty or thirty years of accumulation exceeds any talent.

Jinshi and Hanlin are the backbone of the human race, and the blood-soaked men are the mainstay and the mainstay of the backbone.

The strength of this blood-soaked Jinshi is extremely terrifying. The winning rate of human Jinshi against demon commanders is generally 50-50, and the winning rate against higher demon marquises is almost 0, but the winning rate of blood-soaked Jinshi even against demon marquises is as high as 70%!

In other words, the strength of blood-soaked Jinshi is beyond that of ordinary Hanlin. Only those who have participated in battles repeatedly and have been Hanlin for more than ten years can remain undefeated in front of blood-soaked Jinshi.

Ordinary scholars pursue the holy way, read scriptures and articles, and learn benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, faith, loyalty and bravery, but these blood-soaked Jinshi are different.

They only learn "bravery". In order to protect the human race, they give up everything and choose "killing". This is the true sacrifice of life for righteousness.

The Bloody Scholar is not for the outside world, but for the inside world. On that day, the Xun family would rather endure being suppressed by Fang Yunwen by one state than let the Bloody Scholar lower his literary position to fight Fang Yunwen.

Now the Meng family has brought the Bloody Scholar, which is desperate.

Fang Yun even suspected that this old man is not only the Bloody Scholar, but also the only poet in the Meng family, Meng Chou.

Meng Chou has cultivated the Juren War Poem "Canglangxing" to the third realm, reaching the level of summoning saints. The poem must be blessed by the power of virtual saints.

As for his Jinshi War Poems, he must have reached the second realm and possessed the poetic soul. This is one of the main reasons why the Bloody Scholar is so powerful.

Fang Yun knew that the Bloody Scholar would not only practice the poems of killing enemies to the second level of poetry soul, but also practice various types of poems such as defense poems, strong soldiers poems, and fast running poems to the second level. The superposition of the power of various second-level poems would become a nightmare for scholars of the same level.

The dragon scales on Ao Huang's neck stood up, and he also glanced at the Bloody Scholar, showing a fierce expression, and he might start a war at any time.

"That is not the Meng family's thing, it is my Fang Yun's thing!" Fang Yun's words were decisive, as if he had not seen the Bloody Scholar at all.

"You snatched it from Menglin Hall!" Meng Tong said.

Fang Yun smiled indifferently and said: "The great university scholar is bickering like a child. The Meng family has really fallen. Yes, I scolded the evil king myself, and his literary courage was broken and the literary palace collapsed. What can you do to me!"

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he looked at the Bloody Scholar, and the True Dragon Ancient Sword flashed in his eyes, and the sharpness was as sharp as before, without any reduction!

Ao Huang rolled his eyes. Fang Yun was now a scholar with a sharp tongue. When he met an enemy, his first thought was to fight rather than retreat. No one could stop him.

The bloody scholar raised his head again and looked at Fang Yun expressionlessly. The wrinkles on his face were like cracks in the rocks chiseled by an axe, clearly visible, and his eyes were particularly dull.

No edge or edge.

Meng Tong stared at Fang Yun for a long time, took out a document from the Hanhu shell, and said: "In this case, then I will read out the order of the head of the Mengsheng family. Jiangzhou Fang Yun, from humble beginnings... does not know how to respect the saint, does not talk about virtue... selfish desires are overwhelming, evil hearts fill the sea..."

Meng Tong read thousands of words, and finally officially listed Fang Yun as an enemy of the family.

The moment Meng Tong finished reading the document, Fang Yun felt that his eyes were dark, the sky and the earth were hazy, and a great force pressed on him. Then he felt that there seemed to be dark clouds and a gloomy wind over the Wen Palace.

The Saints' families are the foundation of the human race. Once the enemy of the family is established, it will be an unbreakable dilemma. Unless the Half-Saint Golden Pen abolishes it, it will always be like a shackle on Fang Yun.

As long as Fang Yun is within the sphere of influence of the human race, all power will be suppressed. If there is a slight problem with his mind, his palace will be damaged.

Fang Yun always has a smile on his face, and there is a hint of disdain in his eyes. Under the threat of the Moon Tree Divine Punishment, the suppression of the enemy of the family is nothing.

Meng Tong said: "You are the enemy of the family, and I, the Meng family, will first eliminate harm to the human race and let you know the details of the Semi-Saint family. I am hated."

"Here." The bloody Jinshi Mengqiu stepped forward, and when he was about to reach Fang Yun, a voice came from the sky.

"Fang Yun, your door is very lively."

Lines of thunder fell from the sky, and light blue lightning arcs flashed in the air, which was terrifying.

Everyone hurriedly looked up and saw three blue clouds in the sky. The leader was wearing a purple robe and a scholar's uniform, followed by two bachelors in blue.

The great scholar had black hair and a majestic gaze, with lightning flashing in his eyes.

Fang Yun only recognized one of them, Academician Yan. This person was a disciple of Dongsheng. He had been in Dongsheng Pavilion for many years. When he came out of the Holy Market that day, Fang Yun met Academician Yan. It was he who Fang Yun's treasures from the Holy Ruins were stored in the Dongsheng Pavilion.

As for this great scholar, Fang Yun had never seen him before, but he felt familiar with him.

Meng Tong hurriedly bowed and said, "I've met Mr. Ye."

As soon as Fang Yun heard that this person's surname was Ye, he understood that this person was actually Ye Hongyu, the great scholar from Tinglei. He was ambushed by monsters on the way to participate in the imperial examination that day. Those monsters were killed by this Tinglei ancient sword. The sword killed, and the second sword opened a deep trench one mile long.

Fang Yun then said: "Thank you Ting Lei Daru for saving me."

That night Hongyu smiled slightly and said: "I am here to verify the story of the ancestor of poetry, so please leave for now."

Ye Hongyu's first sentence was as warm as the spring sun, but the last sentence was as powerful as winter thunder.

Everyone in the Meng family did not even dare to hesitate and retreated obediently. Fools all knew the tempers of Dongshengge and Tinglei Daru. If they were to obstruct him at this time, he would really dare to chop him down with a sword.

This great Confucian has been killing thunder for ten years.