Chapter 312 The Arrival of the Saint

Looking at Mi Zhu who was so angry, Ying Xiong was a little dumbfounded.

Mi Zhu was lying on the bed and had fallen into a coma. His whole body was like a gossamer, as if he could swallow a breath of immortal energy at any time and then fly away.

It is more realistic to expect Mi Zhu to save Yan Qu than to fight to the death himself.

Ying Xiong wanted to save her, but he didn't dare.

He was a disciple of Saint Li. He was not only powerful but also one of the few top masters in the world. Even if he fought against Gong Nanbei, he would never lose without a single thirty or fifty move.

But after Yan Qu went to the small rice shop, he didn't even throw up a single wave.

To be more precise, it was like a stone sinking into the sea.

There was no movement at all.

It was as if Yan Qu didn't even have a chance to resist and fight back.

Yan Qu is like this, what's more, compared to Yan Qu's cultivation, the difference is as big as heaven and earth.

"Damn it, what kind of horror is there in that rice shop? It actually trapped Yan Qu. Now that Yan Qu is trapped, but I am intact, wouldn't it be... wouldn't it be... Even if the sage doesn't say anything by then? What, but Saint Gongyang can spare me? It's okay that Yan Qu is alive. If Yan Qu is dead, I will definitely be buried with him." Ying Xiongneng was sent by Saint Gongyang to preside over the overall situation of Daliang, and he was responsible for suppressing the old Confucian scholars. There is no need to say much about wisdom.

Even if he is not as clever as a demon, he is still considered to be the best in the world.

He is not stupid, of course he can understand the situation.

Saint Gongyang wholeheartedly followed Saint Li and was Saint Li's most loyal fanboy. Otherwise, he would not have stood up to Saint Meng for Saint Li.

At the risk of offending Shengren Meng, he personally went to suppress and suppress an old Confucian scholar.

what to do?

At this time, Ying Xiong's claws were numb. He wandered around the house for a long time, looking at Mi Zhu who was so angry that he finally felt heartbroken and stomped into the street.

It was quiet late at night, but the streets were still busy with traffic. Ying Xiong shuttled among the lights, walking back and forth all the way, and finally came to Cui Yu's rice shop.

Cui Yu's rice shop opened again, and even late at night, it was still providing corn to the people in Daliang City.

Ying Xiong stood in the shadows, his eyes looking towards the rice shop where the red lanterns hung high, and his whole face showed a serious look.

The seriousness of the matter exceeded his expectation.

There was no trace of fighting at all, the entire Mipu was very quiet, and even the building walls were not damaged.

Quiet!

Peaceful!

Looking at the gods and demons that were constantly being distributed, as well as the ancient gods and demons that appeared in the Kunlun Mountains not long ago, Ying Xiong suddenly trembled in his heart, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

With so much rice of gods and demons, even a saint would have to be squeezed dry. I am afraid that only those ancient gods and demons can ignore the consumption of divine power.

Gods and demons!

Behind this rice shop is an ancient god and demon!

Countless fears circulated in Ying Xiong's heart: "What is the ability of the old Confucian scholar to ask gods and demons to support him?"

Ying Xiong stood in front of the rice shop, his eyes full of fear, and his body was even trembling. His mind was spinning desperately, thinking about how to rescue Yan Qu from the rice shop.

No matter how bad it is, we still want to know Yan Qu's life and death.

Based on the letter Yan Qu left for him, he felt that there was no way he could ask his saint to show mercy.

What Ying Xiong is thinking about now is how to remove himself.

Countless thoughts flickered in Ying Xiong's mind. He stood from the dark night to the sunrise. Suddenly, an inspiration flashed in his mind: "I'm stupid. I can ask Saint Li to speak and plead with Saint Gongyang. I just want to send a message to Saint Li." When the time comes, if you perform well in front of Saint Li, you will definitely win the favor of Saint Li, and then leave a good impression in front of Saint Li. Then Saint Li will definitely intercede for me."

"Senior brother!" At this moment, a shout came from the distance, and the disciples from Gongyang Academy came over: "Senior brother, why are you here? We have been looking for you all night. Last night, the servant at your house said You didn't come home all night, and we were really worried, thinking that you were harmed by Gong Nanbei."

At this time, a bunch of disciples from Gongyang Academy ran over.

Looking at the disciples at Gongyang Academy, Ying Xiong shook his head: "You don't have to worry about me, just go back."

At this moment, the clouds suddenly started flowing outside Daliang City, and a wisp of lavender flickered between the sky and the earth. Ying Xiong looked at the lavender color and couldn't help but his eyes lit up:

"The saint has arrived, come with me and greet him quickly."

"How did senior brother know that a saint was coming?" The disciple of Gongyang Academy was stunned.

"My ancestors were also members of the bloodline. Unfortunately, the bloodline has been passed down from generation to generation, and the bloodline has gradually become lonely. In my generation, I have only awakened to the art of looking at energy." Ying Xiong said.

"Even if a saint comes, I don't know which family the saint is from. What's the use of going there?" said the Gongyang Academy disciple.

"I have seen the clouds of Saint Li once. Saint Li must have arrived. Follow me to see Saint Li. Now we have to ask Saint Li to come forward." Ying Xiong said as he rushed into the crowd.

Inside Cui Yu’s three-room shop

Gong Nanbei, who was eating white-faced steamed buns, suddenly raised his head, looked outside Daliang City with a pair of eyes, and subconsciously grabbed the scabbard beside him.

"What's wrong?" Cui Yu noticed Gong Nanbei's nervousness.

Gong Nanbei shook his head and put the bun down: "Some shameless old guys are here, ready to do evil things openly."

"Wait for me here, and be sure to keep an eye on the food store." Gong Nanbei held up the scabbard and disappeared in a flash of light.

Looking at Gong Nanbei's retreating back, Cui Yu's pupils narrowed, and murderous intent was brewing in his eyes: "Is trouble coming?"

"Wait here." The master's wife ordered, and the person disappeared.

Cui Yu stood on the pavilion, watching the people coming and going, and then started to exercise the muscles, bones and membranes in his body.

Daliang city gate

Several figures appeared out of thin air, and where they stood, the rolling crowd was affected by an inexplicable force, and they involuntarily avoided them.

Several saints turned a blind eye to the huge crowd.

"Meng Shengren, do you do it yourself, or do we?" The corpse looked at Meng Shengren.

"A disciple of my Haoran lineage is naturally verified by my Haoran lineage. Even if he betrays the spirit of my Haoran lineage, he is still a disciple of my Haoran lineage. No one except my Haoran lineage is qualified to deal with him. "Sage Meng looked at Saint Li with his eyes, his voice full of coldness.

As he spoke, he took big steps and disappeared into the crowd.

The other saints saw him and followed him into the city.

But when he saw the bustling traffic in the city, and the chapters imprinted on the carriages and clothes, the ceremonial saint couldn't help but change his color.

"What a great article! What a short treatise!" The famous sage Gongsun Long looked at the words and couldn't help but praise.

"Everyone, do you know who wrote the article? Such an article must be from the holy realm." Tang Zhou added some words to the side, raised his eyelids, and looked at the sage Li quietly.

But I saw the face of Saint Li was gloomy: "This article is similar to the Haoran lineage, but it is different from the 'nature is inherently good' of the Haoran lineage. This article explains that human nature is 'false', and what it emphasizes is that 'human nature is inherently fake' . Only by eliminating the false and retaining the true can we see the great truth. It is in the same vein as Haoran. I am afraid that the only one in the world who has such thoughts is that old Confucian scholar."

As the words of the Saint Li fell, everyone looked at the Haoran River with pairs of eyes. Wisps of Haoran's energy shuttled through Daliang City, turning into spiritual food, constantly reverberating between heaven and earth, and pouring into the buds in the Haoran River.

"That old Confucian scholar is quite interesting. I didn't expect that he would actually lead a path." Mr. Buddha couldn't help but praise him.

"So what if we become enlightened? If we go astray and take refuge in the Zhou Dynasty, it will only be a huge disaster for us." The Li Sage had a gloomy face and cursed in his heart: "Gongyang Academy is How did you do it? Such a big flaw happened? It gave the old Confucian scholar a chance to discuss the truth."

"Let's go and see if there's anything fishy in that old Confucian scholar's yard. We'll know when the time comes." Bai Yuzun showed a gloating expression at this time.

The group of people looked at each other and followed Meng Shengren closely.

In the courtyard of the Baicao House of the old Confucian scholar, Gong Nanbei held the scabbard in his arms and gently stroked the scabbard, but he heard the scabbard chirping softly, emitting a series of chirps, as if a peerless sword was gestating in it.

Outside the dilapidated alley

Meng Shengren looked at the verses on the street, and suddenly felt a pain in his heart for some reason.

Has the once talented disciple fallen to the point of being ostracized and despised by scholars all over the world? Do you have to resort to such means even if you want to publish an article?

Meng Shengren felt indescribably sad.

That is the pride of his Haoran lineage! It once carried the hope of the entire Haoran lineage!

"It's a crooked idea, but it's very effective. But this kind of crooked idea is not something that my rotten disciple can come up with." Countless thoughts flashed in Meng Shengren's mind.

Following the mysterious Qi induction, we came to the dilapidated alley.

Looking at the muddy alley, an indescribable stench assaulted my nostrils. The smell of chicken feces, dogs, pigs and other animals mixed together, almost causing Meng Shengren to vomit out his intestines and stomach.

Meng Shengren took a deep breath: "It's really difficult! As long as you look back, as long as you say Master, I was wrong, you can return to the academy. But why don't you? Why don't you speak? I would rather Are you still refusing to speak despite enduring such pain?"

Looking at the mud on the ground mixed with various animal feces, Saint Meng did not use his magical power, but like an ordinary person, he dipped his foot into the mud.

After walking through the muddy alley and looking at the gates of each house, I finally came to the gate of the old Confucian scholar.

The door opened, Gong Nanbei held the scabbard in his arms, and wisps of sword energy gathered crazily in his eyes.

Meng Shengren saw Gong Nanbei, and Gong Nanbei also saw Meng Shengren.

"You want to see my husband?" The scabbard in Gong Nanbei's arms fell and was caught in his hand.

"A fair fight with Gong Nanbei?" Meng Shengren landed on Gong Nanbei, with a look of seriousness in his pupils.

This is definitely one of the most difficult characters in the world.

No matter who it is, when facing him, as long as his cultivation level is higher than that of the opponent, he will automatically fall into three realms.

Just asking you if you are afraid!

A fair fight is just a mockery of people in the world.

"I prefer others to call me the best swordsman in the world." Gong Nanbei replied with an indifferent expression.

"The best swordsman in the world?" Meng Shengren had a strange expression, as if he had seen something worthy of ridicule.

I am afraid only he knows how much Gong Nanbei, the best swordsman in the world, has.

Hearing that Gong Nanbei called him the best swordsman in the world, Meng Shengren couldn't help but twitch his face, and then his eyes fell on Gong Nanbei's scabbard.

In a sense, Gong Nanbei is indeed the best swordsman in the world, that's right!

But is it really okay to say it so righteously?

Meng Shengren looked at Gong Nanbei and cursed in his heart: Foolish.

If someone is really cheating in the world, then Meng Shengren feels that the cheater must be Gong Nanbei.

It goes without saying the first natal magical power: balance.

People whose cultivation was higher than his realm were forcibly knocked down three realms and landed on the same level as him.

People with lower cultivation levels than him are no match for him.

With his disgusting magical power of balance, Gong Nanbei has made a big name in the whole world.

Although Gong Nanbei had just entered the disaster and broken into the seventh realm, even people in the eighth and ninth realms would feel numb when they saw Gong Nanbei.

As long as someone has climbed up in cultivation level, he will never want to try the suffocation and weightlessness feeling of falling in cultivation level.

Gong Nanbei's second magical power is the sword-sealing technique.

As long as Gong Nanbei collects the sword and seals it into his body using a secret method, then Gong Nanbei's understanding of the sword will naturally increase.

In other words, as long as Gong Nanbei seals enough swords and the quality of the sealed swords is good enough, then Gong Nanbei's swordsmanship will increase out of thin air, and even reach the peak.

Listen, does it sound like the protagonist in the movie?

As long as you get the sword, you can get the blessing of swordsmanship and proper protagonist treatment.

As for the gorgeous scabbard in Gong Nanbei's arms, it is not a scabbard at all, but part of Gong Nanbei's magical power of swordsmanship.

It is said that the scabbard contains a world of swords.

As long as you keep looking for the peerless sword and invest it in it, you can continue to enhance the power of the world in the scabbard.

In a sense, Gong Nanbei is indeed worthy of the title of the number one swordsman.

When others practice swordsmanship, it is through their own hard work that they gain insights. As for Gong Nanbei's sword practice, God directly fed him with a spoon.

That's why Gong Nanbei coveted that innate divine sword.

"Everyone in the world thinks that my attainments in swordsmanship are given by God, but they don't know that they are all realized by me, Gong Nanbei, through hard work day and night." Gong Nanbei's face was sighing, and his eyes were full of emotion.

Meng Shengren didn't want to speak, but looked through the north and south of the palace to the old sour scholar's house.

"Sir is in seclusion and enlightenment, no one can disturb him." Gong Nanbei said with a smile.

Although he was smiling, every eyebrow on his eyebrows seemed to have turned into a sharp sword. The sharp sword energy soared into the sky. It seemed that even the grass and trees in the yard were possessed by the sword energy. The entire small town The courtyard turned into a world of swords.