The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Ji Shouyu spat out a mouthful of blood, took out a pill from the Yinjiangbei and stuffed it into his mouth. The Jinshi of the medical family immediately took out the medical book and treated him.

"Brother Shouyu!" Many people walked over quickly.

Ji Shouyu's face was shrouded in dark clouds. He reached out to wipe the blood on his beard, pointed to the mountain on the far left, and slowly said: "The power of the Lord of Plague is hidden there."

"What?" Dozens of Jinshi shouted in unison.

There are many semi-saints in the demon clan, and those who are at the top of the semi-saints and below the great saints can be awarded the title of Saint Lord. The Lord of Plague is one of the Saint Lords in the demon world.

"I should have thought of it earlier!" Kong Detian gritted his teeth.

Fang Yun felt a chill on his back.

Unlike those demons who like to fight desperately, the Lord of Plague is an extremely different demon saint. He rarely shows up in person and likes to use plague and illusions to achieve his goals. In terms of upright military tactics, the Lord of Plague is far inferior to the Military Barbarian Saint, but in terms of viciousness, ten thousand Military Barbarian Saints are not as good as the Lord of Plague.

The Lord of Plague is one of the semi-saints that the human race is most reluctant to provoke.

Before the battle of Liangjie Mountain, the semi-saints of the human race repeatedly fought with the demon saints in other ancient lands, but no matter which semi-saint, as long as they met the Lord of Plague, they could only flee far away. It was not until Zhang Zhongjing was canonized that he used the holy book "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" to break the plague power of the Lord of Plague, which made the Lord of Plague slightly restrained.

Since Zhang Zhongjing was canonized, the medical science of the human race has developed vigorously, and the Lord of Plague has been dormant until the death of Zhang Zhongjing, when the Lord of Plague appeared again and no one could control him.

"The Lord of Plague is a half-saint after all, how can he hide from the power of the Holy Temple and the hunting ground?" Kong Detian sighed helplessly and said, "The Lord of Plague's plague has an extremely terrible talent of 'resurrection'! He sent the 'dead' plague into the bodies of the demon captives and entered the hunting ground. No matter how strong the power of the Holy Temple and the hunting ground is, it is impossible to detect the plague that has no threat. After the hunting ground was isolated by the shadow of the moon tree, the plague naturally revived and inherited his will! Now, the Lord of Plague is probably cultivating the power of the plague clone. Once he is given enough time, we will definitely die." Lei Li's face was gray and said, "Since he is the Lord of Plague, there is no possibility for us to win. You don't know that the Lord of Plague is a descendant of the Emperor of Doom and has the blood of the ancestor god! Any trace of plague is equal to his incarnation. We are fighting against a half-saint incarnation!" Deep sadness lingered in the hearts of most Jinshi. "How could the human half-saints not notice it! Since they already knew that Fang Zhenguo had become a virtual saint, why did they still accept prisoners from the outside world!" He Ludong was extremely angry.

Sun Renbing said: "I often go to the ancient land of the deserted city, and I know a thing or two about this. After the saints learned about the Moon Tree Divine Punishment, the Hunting Ground Island no longer accepted prisoners from the outside world. The last time the Hunting Ground Island accepted prisoners was three months ago!"

"Impossible! How could the demon and barbarian saints calculate three months ago that Fang Xusheng would definitely participate in the spring hunt this year! No matter how strong the Lord of Plague is, the process of 'resurrection' cannot exceed one year, otherwise he would really die."

"Don't underestimate the demon and barbarian! They like to fight with brute force, but the half-saints of the ape, snake, fox and some barbarian tribes are very good at calculating. The saints of our human race killed the soldier barbarian saint, and with the power of the Moon Tree Divine Punishment, they killed two barbarian saints in a row and won two games in a row, but this time, we lost. Lost completely!" Ji Shouyu's words were full of sadness.

Everyone understood what Ji Shouyu meant. Fang Yun's achievements in the future are likely to surpass all the semi-saints, and his role in the human race is extremely huge. If Fang Yun dies, let alone killing three barbarian saints, even if he kills thirty barbarian saints, the human race will be defeated.

"Haha, who dares to say that the demon barbarians are not targeting Fang Yun now?" The anger in Lei Li's eyes dissipated, but the hatred deepened.

Fang Yun looked at Lei Li, smiled calmly, and said: "Maybe after tomorrow, we will be buried in the hunting ground. After that, can I hurt you, Lei Li, and harm your Lei family, or can you destroy my Fang family and slaughter my Jing country? Lei Li, why are you so narrow-minded!"

Fang Yun shook his head gently after speaking.

Lei Li bowed his head and said nothing.

Those who are involved are confused, but those who are on the sidelines can see clearly.

Ji Zhibai was completely disappointed, and his handsome face was extremely dim, but soon gradually regained its rosy color. He sighed softly and said, "This is not the Shengyuan Continent. Not to mention that the power of the saints is difficult to reach, even if they reach it, they will inevitably encounter the full force of the demon world to block it. In the Shengyuan Continent, the power of our human race can resist the power of the demon world, but outside the Shengyuan Continent, the demon saints can overwhelm the saints of our human race! I didn't expect that you didn't lose to the hands of the miscellaneous family, but died with me at the hands of the demons. Forget it, forget the previous grudges. Before I die, I am willing to fight side by side with Fang Xusheng!"

Ji Zhibai breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, his Wen Palace made a light sound, and the dust disappeared. Wen Dan officially entered the first realm.

Everyone was stunned, even Ji Zhibai was stunned.

It is difficult for ordinary Jinshi to reach the first realm of Wen Dan. Most of those who reach the first realm of Wen Dan are old Jinshi over 40 years old. There are very few geniuses like Yan Yukong.

Ji Zhibai has been a Jinshi for more than a year. He has not learned Fang Yun's refining poems. He can reach the first realm of Wen Dan at this moment. He is already a genius.

Ji Zhibai smiled helplessly and said, "Who would have thought that Fang Zhenguo's words would help me break through? It is really a rare opportunity. If I can survive, I will have a chance to become a great scholar! Thank you, Brother Fang!" Ji Zhibai bowed to Fang Yun after he finished speaking.

Fang Yun did not move and accepted Ji Zhibai's greeting. Fang Yun could feel that at this moment, Ji Zhibai's words were full of sincerity, without a trace of impurities.

Fang Yun smiled and nodded gently, saying, "In the cold wind and spring sun, people compete to be willows, and civil officials and military generals seek titles. How much hatred has the heroes of the ages, and a smile when they meet will wipe out the grudges."

It was quiet all around.

"What a good 'A smile when meeting, all grudges are forgotten'! This sentence alone is worthy of Mingzhou." Ji Zhibai suddenly shook his head and smiled bitterly. Fang Yun's poem really touched his heart. The two of them were completely opposed because of Liu, and what they were fighting for was nothing more than fame, power and the way of the saint. If both of them could finally achieve the way of the saint, they might really eliminate the grudges of the past.

However, the Lord of Plague cut off their ways of the saint.

Qiao Juze sighed lightly: "Fang Yun's words shocked Ji Zhibai, a smile when meeting, all grudges are forgotten. If today's events can be passed down to future generations, it will surely become a good story."

Yan Yukong looked at Fang Yun and Ji Zhibai, and sighed: "Before today, the two of them were fighting to the death. Who would have thought that in the face of a deadly situation, Fang Xusheng would first let go of his hatred, but by chance he would help Ji Zhibai. This matter will certainly become a good story."

Ji Zhibai shook his head lightly, feeling very emotional.

"Brother Lei, what about you?" Ma Zhaoming asked.

Lei Li snorted disdainfully, saying, "How can I let go of such a great hatred for ruining the reputation and fortune of my Lei family? Even if I am killed by the Lord of Plague, I will be the last to die! I want to watch Fang Yun die in front of me with my own eyes!"

"You are not worthy of being a counselor!" Ma Chaoming was so angry that his teeth itched.

Lei Li laughed, his eyes even more arrogant, and said, "My Lei family is so clear about gratitude and resentment! Fang Yun first destroyed the wisdom of my Lei family, and then made us bury him. How can I let go of my gratitude and resentment with a smile? I still curse him to die a bad death!"