Stunning beauty

Chapter 1023 Frustration

"Success?"

In the Taixue Palace, Confucian disciples looked at the sky, quickly recovered, and looked at each other with shock on their faces.

what happened?

Such a terrifying lightning calamity, just cut off by the elder brother with a sword?

"It seems to be too much." Leru said.

"Plausible."

On the side, the scholar shook his head and responded.

"sharp."

Chen Qiaoer breathed a sigh of relief, that sword was really amazing.

"abnormal!"

In the small courtyard, Li Ziye also recovered from the shock, and couldn't help swearing. He suspected that they were not playing the same game!

This is so exaggerated!

At the same time, the imperial palace, Shou'an Hall.

Shang Huang looked in the direction of Taixue Palace, and a cold look flashed in his dark eyes.

Confucianism, another character that has to be guarded against.Fun Court

"That sword just now did not use the Confucian technique."

Behind, the black figure shrouded in black air spoke, and said in a deep voice, "It's kind of like a Taoist method."

"Daomen?"

In front of the window, Emperor Shang smiled coldly and said, "The Daoist sect is in the past. Even if they were brilliant back then, they are just lingering now."

"Although the Daoist sect is gone, the inheritance of the Daoist sect is still there."

Amid the black air, the black figure said solemnly, "Whether Confucianism or other famous sects in the world are inherited from Taoism, centipedes are dead but not stiff. Your Majesty still has to be careful of them killing them again."

"Don't worry about these things."

Shang Huang turned around, looked at the people behind, and said indifferently, "How long are you going to delay what I want?"

"It's already on its way."

The black figure responded, "Your Majesty should also fulfill the promise to our clan as soon as possible."

"rest assured."

The emperor of Shang said indifferently, "The king's promise is as good as his word."

"That's good."

The black figure nodded, and then the figure faded away and disappeared into the darkness again.

In front of the window, Emperor Shang turned his gaze back, looking at the thunderclouds gradually dissipating in the sky, with a thoughtful look on his face.

That Bai Wangyu's last sword indeed had some traces of Taoism.

It's a bit interesting for Confucian disciples to practice Daoist Kungfu.

Southwest of the palace, Ting Yu Xuan.

Mu Wenqing stared at the sky, a smile appeared on his slightly pale face, and said, "Your incomparable junior."

"My lord, that sword just now doesn't seem to be a Confucian martial art."

On the side, Mu Jin said in a concentrated voice, "Confucianism and martial arts are not so overbearing."

"Daomen."

Mu Wenqing said calmly, "But it's not completely Taoist. It should be said that it is the result of the fusion of the two religions and martial arts. He is a formidable young man. How old is he?"

When Mu Jin heard the words, her expression was shocked, and she said, "What does the lord mean, that Bai Wangyu has gone out of his own way? How is this possible!"

"In this world, nothing is impossible."

Mu Wenqing said with emotion, "This is a good thing. Before the catastrophe, if there were not a few unreasonable geniuses, who would run around for the common people after the winter catastrophe arrives."

"I don't understand, this big disciple of Confucianism is so amazing, why didn't the head of Confucianism give him the heavenly book?" Mu Jin asked with a puzzled expression on her face.

"The reason is simple, force is not the key to breaking the situation."

Mu Wenqing said softly, "Otherwise, why would the Confucian chief entrust his future to others? In the world, no one can match the Confucian chief in terms of force."

Confucianism School, East Courtyard.

In the sky, the robbery clouds gradually dissipated, and Bai Wangyu's figure descended from the sky, half of his body was stained with blood. After landing, he staggered and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Old Bai, how are you?"

Li Ziye stepped forward in two steps, supported the former, and asked worriedly, "Aren't you going to die?"

"Should not die."

Bai Wangyu suppressed the turbulent blood in his body, and said tiredly, "Brother Li, I have a feeling that when you enter the fifth realm, your movements will definitely be bigger than mine."

"No, don't curse me."

Li Ziye hurriedly bounced back the curse that was cast on the guy in front of him, and said, "I'll continue to develop insignificantly, and just enter the fifth realm quietly. If you give me this battle, I'll be cold, it's too scary."

"You can't hide."

Bai Wangyu smiled weakly and said, "Brother Li, you need to be mentally prepared."

"talk later."

Li Ziye responded casually, and asked curiously, "By the way, Lao Bai, your sword just now is so handsome, where did you learn it?"

"Brother Li, you taught me."

Bai Wangyu said softly, "Heaven's movement is vigorous, and a gentleman strives for self-improvement."

"Isn't this just nonsense?"

Li Ziye was stunned, and said puzzled, "I fool people every day, such nonsense can be worth eight hundred if not one thousand."

"Martial arts, aren't they all based on these principles?" Bai Wangyu replied.

"That's okay too?"

Li Ziye was stunned for a moment, feeling a little pain in his trigeminal nerve, looked at the pain in front of him, and said seriously, "Well, from now on, I will recite ten and twenty pieces of this great principle for you every day, and you will teach you the martial arts you have realized. Me, okay? Fair enough."

"very fair."

Bai Wangyu nodded slightly, and replied, "Deal."

"Forget the words."

In front of the wooden house, Kong Qiu withdrew his gaze, looked at the disciple in front of him, and said, "Are you going to finish the lower part of the chapter on refining the gods?"

"Ah."

Bai Wangyu nodded, and said, "With a little more time, we will be able to practice."

"Don't use it unless it is absolutely necessary." Kong Qiu said seriously.

"Disciple understands." Bai Wangyu replied softly.

……

Western Regions, Temple of Heavenly Mandate.

On the high god's throne, the scholar stared at Dongfang, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

He is worthy of being the chosen heir of Confucianism, and it is really extraordinary.

Thinking of this, the scholar turned his gaze to the west, and said, "Yan Xiaoyu."

To the west of the temple, in a side hall.

Yan Xiaoyu sat cross-legged, his body was in a mess, his eyes were covered by a white cloth, and there were faint bloodstains on the white cloth. Obviously, Li Ziye had injured his eyes before and had never recovered.

Ever since Yan Xiaoyu returned from a serious injury on the battlefield in the Western Realm, her state of mind has been severely affected, and she has never been able to enter the Fifth Realm.

Blindness, such a blow, not everyone can bear it.

Obviously, Yan Xiaoyu couldn't do it.

You are the son of God, when did Yan Xiaoyu suffer such a setback, blind in both eyes, described as a useless person, such a huge blow, almost broke his way of martial arts.

"Yan Xiaoyu."

At this moment, in the main hall, the light descended, and an illusory shadow walked out, looked at the disciple in front of him, and said calmly, "Bai Wangyu has entered the fifth realm."

In the middle of the hall, Yan Xiaoyu's expression was shocked when he heard the words, and under the fluctuating mood, blood gushed out of the eyes covered by the white cloth again.

"Let's go to the land of polar night."

In the light, the scholar said calmly, "Since he is willing to give you the power of light, he should be able to heal your eyes."

Yan Xiaoyu heard the words of the Palace Master in front of him, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, saluted respectfully, and said, "Thank you, Palace Master."

"Yan Xiaoyu, don't let me down again, otherwise, your status as the Son of God will be left to others."

In the light, the scholar said something, and when the words fell, his figure faded away and disappeared.

"Congratulations to the lord."

Yan Xiaoyu saluted again, then left the hall and headed north.