Chapter 201 The Daoist of the Common People

"It's not the end until the end, and I don't know the final result. I have the same temper as your master, even if I know that I will lose. If you are a stalker, you still have to fight with others."

Inside the water pool, there was a sneer, but it was still a white piece, which was played on the chessboard. The voice turned lazy and said: "Just what is the final result? Besieged to death by Confucian sages and many Buddhist and Taoist powerhouses, even after death, there is no peace. , It’s really tragic. A person who is almost on the verge of reaching the pinnacle of all realms, who should be immortal, has ended up like this, it’s really speechless—”

"What you said is wrong!"

The young man shook his head with an extremely serious expression: "Master is different from me. He has been fighting against the sky, the earth, and the people because he knows that he must be victorious. It is because he knows that we, the common people, all the people, The idea of ​​equality must one day prevail in the world. It may not be in his generation. It is not in my generation, nor in the next generation, but there will definitely be a day when his long-cherished wish will be realized—"

The female voice sneered coldly, and in an instant, the entire pool froze: "It's easy to say, and the momentum is really tragic. But when you think that Confucian people are all made of mud, you push them away." Just broken? The Confucian sages were all born from the righteousness of the heaven and the earth, and uphold the great fortune between the heaven and the earth. Since you are scolding your common people as evil and heretics, there is a reason! I think that you are already in danger now. What! I don’t see any opportunity to succeed.”

"Tsk! Senior said it was bad again. My master is one of the saints of Confucianism! Even before he died, his awe-inspiring righteousness is the crown of all saints!"

The young man in white robe adjusted the Confucian crown on his head again, as if he was deliberately reminding the other party that he was dressing as a Confucian scholar at the moment.

"Master once said, what is Confucianism? The interpretation of Confucianism is the two characters of people and needs. Therefore, the so-called Confucianism, in short, is what people need. The essence of Confucianism today is exactly suitable for all people. Humanity in the world is naturally due to deep luck. But if one day, people in this world no longer want to let go of their principles, when humanity changes. Then the so-called Confucianism today is just some fake Confucianism, fake Confucianism .How can you not win?"

"But how do you know that there will be a day when this human nature will change?"

"I really don't know that."

The young man in white robe bowed his head and pondered, as if he had finally thought about it properly, and made another move on the chessboard.

"Those guys do their best to fool the people. What kind of people can let them know, but they can't make them know. Confucianism and economics have been misinterpreted into this way. It really took great pains. They also spread Confucianism to imprison people. If this continues, This trend of human nature is really hard to change."

"Since I don't know, how do I know that I have a chance of winning?" The voice in the pool that had turned into ice was even colder.

"I just know!" The white-robed young man also slightly--: "People's hearts change, the most unpredictable, but most of them don't suffer from poverty but suffer from widowhood. No matter how imprisoned, no matter how fooled, what's the use? How can those people not go further and further away from the general trend of humanity when they act against the will of the people? The dozen or so dynasties of the Central Cloud Land usually end in only a few hundred years. And the Confucianism often flourishes in hundreds of years. Hundreds of years of reincarnation has never changed. Five continents and twelve islands, countless people died because of this war. If you die without repentance, you are talking about these heavenly insects—"

When he said this, the expression of the young man in white robe seemed to be getting more and more angry, and he was very angry: "I have the six arts of Confucianism, ritual, music, archery, royal, book, and number. The ancient sages, or martial arts experts , or the pinnacle of spiritual masters. As a result, they have now changed it to the Six Classics. Most of the Confucian scholars today are powerless, relying only on the awe-inspiring righteousness to eat, and life and death are held in the palms of the kings of the world. If you become a running dog of the king, why are you still talking about ruling? There is also such a middle way, it's all bullshit!"

Pull off the collar of the collar: "The ancient sages, the so-called mean, is the unity of heaven and man, stressing the unity of nature and human form, cultivating the mind and nature, and achieving the ultimate goodness, the ultimate benevolence, the ultimate sincerity, the ultimate way, and the ultimate virtue." , the most holy. But they have been promoted by them to be impartial and compromise. What governing a big country is like cooking a small fish, how can this big country be compared to a small fish? Even if you really want to cook something small, occasionally forcefully, It doesn't matter. Like them, even if the body is rotten and pus everywhere, they dare not cut it with a knife. What's the point? In the past, when I acted a little bit out of line, I was regarded as a cruel official again. If the water is so clear that there will be no fish, then there should be no fish in the water, and it has nothing to do with it being clearer? Confucianism governs the world, and every hundred years, corruption will flourish. There are frequent signs of chaos. Those Confucian students are helpless. They still come to accuse my master, which is heresy, and I will treat him like a god—"

Inside the pool, there was silence for a while. It seemed that he was completely shocked by the young man's last foul words.

But the young man in white robe turned to smile again: "Play chess well, what do you say. I come here to accompany you once in a while. These things have nothing to do with you—"

After a long time, the voice in the pool only hummed softly, and also answered.

Seeing this, the young man in white robe was startled. After a while, there was a smile in his eyes: "Sure enough, if you don't continue to fight, how will you know whether you will win or lose in the end? If you just gave up just now, how could you have thought that you would be so careless and make such a big move?" The flaws? Even I, a stinky chess player, saw a chance to turn defeat into victory—"

There was another silence in the pool. But just as that young man was holding a black chess piece in his hand. Suddenly there was a slight movement in his heart, and he moved out casually.

Hundreds of miles away from here, a talisman shadow flew towards him immediately. The young man in white robe was stunned immediately, and took it into his hands. After only a moment, there was a slight frown. Both surprise and worry.

"The person who issued the talisman is your junior who has obtained the Martial Saint Golden Pill?"

The voice in the pool seems to have confirmed that this is the case. Before the young man could answer, he turned curious: "What is it that makes you so moved?"

The young man didn't answer, and thought for a long time before he shook his hand suddenly, and the talisman in his hand turned into dust immediately. With a mournful face, she said: "It is indeed Ling Bo. She has recently found a good seedling. Fourteen years old, psychic swordsmanship, congenital primordial veins, night travel psychic."

"That's all?" The female voice was obviously a little puzzled, as if at this age, such achievements. In front of her eyes, it was still not worth mentioning.

"Spiritual and martial arts, it can only be considered good to have such an achievement at the age of fourteen. On the contrary, the swordsmanship is psychic, and this child is indeed the first person since the beginning of the sky. But it is not enough to alarm you, the Taoist master of the common people. From that The current suzerain of Taiyuanzong will come forward and accept him as a direct disciple, after all, you are no longer in the cloud world."

The young man in white robe sighed slightly, feeling very helpless: "But what if this person is born with a body with dual veins, a barrier between heaven and man, and a broken spirit?"

Inside the water pool, there was indeed a cry of surprise, which seemed extremely astonishing. On the surface of the water, a snow-white faucet also floated out. Although it is huge, its appearance is inexplicably cute. With two big eyes open, he looked at the chessboard floor in astonishment.

"In this world, there are still such strange people? It's really strange that he hasn't died after cultivating to this level. If he is a candidate for the God Emperor, his luck should not be so bad. Several major obstacles in practice , got together in one place. If you want to say that he is not, this kind of talent is really unprecedented. It is enough to inherit the mantle of your common people. Aren't you always worrying about the inheritance of Taoism? This is a happy event, Why is it so difficult? By the way, remember that I still owe you a favor. You and I have known each other for many years, as long as it is within my ability. This time I can help you."

The young man in white robe was not half happy, and shook his head slightly: "With such a disciple, I am naturally very happy. But this person is also known by the Sword Sect now. That child Lingbo, and Wujue Villa Yan Fan has been arguing with me for several months without success, and I only reported it to me. You said I don’t have a headache? However, if you are really willing to help me, it will be easy to resolve this matter.”

"Jianzong? Do you want to deal with the master of the Jianzong? Then forget it, I want to sleep."

The jade dragon's eyeballs rolled, and then sank into the water decisively again, gurgling and bubbling.

The white-robed young man let out a hesitation, and didn't care, just shook his head slightly: "You are really unreliable, woman. It seems that the cloud world really has to go back. Speaking of which, I have been away for more than four thousand years. I really miss it."

Then, with infinite regret, he looked at the chessboard in front of him: "It's just that I can't play this chess. It's really rare to win against you!"

"With your chess skills, even if I make a wrong move, I'm still not my opponent. At the end of the game, I should be the one who beats you Liumu!"

The female voice sneered, with a hint of disdain. Then, another ball of white light hit the young man in white robe.

"You take this thing. It's useless to me anyway. Although you have become a holy man with martial arts and spiritual skills, once you enter the cloud world, you will be suppressed. With this thing, it can help you a little bit." Two. In short, be careful, don't be surrounded and killed by the crowd like your master—"

The white-robed young man smiled, and didn't even bother to see if the white light was a thing, and put the things into his sleeves casually. With emotion in his eyes, he nodded slightly towards the water pool. Then, without stopping, one step into the void.

And just when the figure of the youth disappeared. The jade-white faucet popped out again. The whole body was pierced out of the water, but there were countless red chains that penetrated the entire dragon body densely.

But at this moment, Longan was looking at the chessboard in astonishment,

"Strange, why did my son come down here?" (to be continued)! .