Chapter 434: Dissolution of Confucianism
South of Dayu is Dachu, and east of Dachu is Shangyun.
Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er entered Shangyun country and headed straight for Donglizhou.
As long as they went north over Dongli Mountain, they could enter the border of Lanyuan country.
The two stayed in Donglizhou for a while and soon heard a shocking news.
Confucianism announced Ye Qingxuan's conspiracy to the world!
Every dynasty, every town and even village were talking about it crazily! Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er just sat in the wine shop for a while and understood the whole story.
Shortly after Ning Wuxie and Meng Cangran parted, Confucianism canceled its operation in Dayu, and all disciples returned to Junzi Mountain without saying a word. The four dynasties asked them how the search was going, but they couldn't tell the reason.
A few days later, a shocking news was released from Junzi Mountain, which came from the mouth of Xun Zhu, the leader of Confucianism.
"The current emperor of the human sect is obsessed with becoming an emperor. He has established the Tianxu organization and wants to bring the foreign demons back to the Lingwu continent to slaughter hundreds of millions of lives. People and gods are angry. People all over the world should work together to stop it."
The explosiveness and subversiveness of this news is tantamount to turning the entire martial arts world upside down!
All the immortal sects and dynasties were stunned, repeatedly confirming whether this was issued by Confucianism, whether it was said by Xun Zhu himself, or whether it was a prank by a liar?
But then, the second news from Confucianism came out.
Confucianism announced its dissolution.
Tens of thousands of Confucian disciples in Junzi have become casual cultivators from now on, no longer involved in any relationship with the Confucian organization, and Confucianism is not responsible for them.
Junzi Mountain will be closed to the outside world as the dojo of the Seven Saints.
Adding fuel to the fire is nothing more than this.
The entire Lingwu continent was completely panicked. Confucianism, which has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, was disbanded just like that? Even if a war broke out, Confucianism would find it difficult to control the major dynasties, but they are still the beliefs of many people!
Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er heard the news in the wine shop, turned around and left, heading towards Dongli Mountain.
He understood the thoughts of the Confucianists, which was what Meng Cangran said before, that even if the Gentlemen were no longer adapted to this era, they would drag the Renzong into the water before leaving.
Although the Confucianists were in decline, their prestige was still there. Xun Zhu's public announcement of Ye Qingxuan's plan was a huge blow to the internal and external image of the Renzong.
After the announcement, the Confucianists quickly disbanded, so that even if the Renzong wanted to fight back, it would not work.
The Confucianists were no longer there, and the Junzi Mountain was Xun Zhu's personal dojo. If the Renzong came to the door, it would be bullying, which would confirm their guilty conscience.
Xun Zhu was protecting the Confucian disciples in this way.
And Ning Wuxie also knew that the Confucianists would never disappear so easily. As the saying goes, a centipede will not die. They just used this method to fight against Ye Qingxuan without a direct and fierce confrontation with the Renzong.
After all, the Confucian disciples could not beat the Renzong cultivators.
Although the Confucian organization is gone in name, the Confucian disciples are definitely still operating in secret.
I just don't know what measures they will take.
After crossing Dongli Mountain, Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er flew directly into the air. She finally stopped pretending to be a child and regained her original plump and tall figure.
The two rushed all the way in the sky, heading straight for the direction in their memories. In less than seven days, they saw the huge skeleton of the dragon Tianming.
Canglong City is back again.
From taking in Dongli refugees after getting the Sorrowful Blood Knife, to returning to Canglong City now, Ning Wuxie has been collecting refugees everywhere in Dayu with the war, and it has been a year.
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Someone flew close from the air, and the Saint Clan Royal Guards in Canglong City naturally noticed it early and came out to ask. Ning Wuxie asked to see Mo Xin, the princess of the Mo Jiao Clan, and showed a little bit of strength.
Frightened by Ning Wuxie's huge pressure, the Saint Clan Royal Guards hurried back to the city and called Mo Xin out.
When old friends meet, they are naturally amazed and sigh.
Mo Xin's appearance seemed to have not changed at all from more than ten years ago. She was still handsome and handsome, tall and with bright eyes. For the demon race, ten years passed in the blink of an eye.
She also held Xuan'er and looked at her carefully. She didn't expect that the little girl back then would become such a beauty now. She was amazed for a long time and praised Ning Wuxie for his good fortune.
Ning Wuxie asked to keep a low profile, so Mo Xin didn't hold any dinner party, but just had a meal with the two of them in her house.
This day happened to be the winter solstice.
The three of them sat in the courtyard. The high walls were quiet and secluded. A huge soap tree covered the heads of the three people, and there were fluttering snowflakes outside.
"Have you heard that the Confucianists actually said that the Human Emperor Ye Qingxuan was the leader of some Tianxu and wanted to bring the extraterritorial demons back to the Lingwu Continent!" Mo Xin said, while secretly observing Ning Wuxie's expression.
"I heard that. I just met Senior Brother Meng not long ago." Ning Wuxie lowered his head and sipped his wine.
Mo Xin nodded, wanting to ask something, but hesitated, and finally seemed a little shy and embarrassed.
"Ask whatever you want to ask, being shy is not your character." Ning Wuxie smiled.
"Brother Ning this time... why did you suddenly think of me?"
"Are you not welcome?"
Mo Xin blushed, "How is it possible! You and Sister Xuan'er will always be my guests of honor here, and I will always remember your kindness."
She was silent for a while, "I am worried that you are here for Lanyuan..."
Ning Wuxie was stunned, then smiled and shook his head.
"You think too much, Xuan'er and I are really here to escape from the world this time."
"I have been away from Confucianism for a long time. Confucianism has been disbanded now. I will not care about the war between the four countries. The same goes for Bai Zhou. Even if you ask her to support you, I will not allow it. She cannot show her face like me."
"I just hope to live with you secretly for a few years, and no one should know... Is that okay?"
Looking at Ning Wuxie's serious look, Mo Xin finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his face became visibly radiant.
"No problem, no problem! That's all easy!"
Mo Xin slapped the table and laughed arrogantly.
"Come, try the food that has been brought in from outside in recent years, dumplings. I heard that today is the winter solstice, you are used to eating dumplings, right?"
"Some people are used to eating tangyuan."
"What is that?"
"...vegetarian sweet dumplings"
The ground around was covered with a thin layer of snow, and the dumplings on the table were steaming. Ning Wuxie smiled and clinked glasses with Mo Xin. He turned his head and saw Xuan'er holding a bowl of hot soup in both hands and blowing gently. The mist emitted by the hot soup floated in front of her, and her beautiful face was shrouded in mist.
This haze made Xuan'er's already peerless face look even more beautiful, but at this moment, Ning Wuxie's heart tightened because of this shroud.
He couldn't help but stretch out his hand, waved away the mist in front of Xuan'er, and reached out to touch her cheek.
This somewhat strange move made Mo Xin and Xuan'er look at him.
"Brother is drunk?" Xuan'er asked softly, raising the dumpling soup in her hand to Ning Wuxie's mouth.
Ning Wuxie lowered his head and drank a mouthful of hot dumpling soup. A stream of heat rushed into his stomach along the esophagus and rushed to his limbs.