Confucius, led by Lie Yukou, slowly walked down Mang Mountain!
When going down the mountain, Confucius looked very ugly.
"Mr. Confucius, how are you?" Lie Yukou asked.
"I'm fine, you can go back! I can go down the mountain by myself!" Confucius shook his head.
"But the teacher wants me to take you down the mountain! I...!" Lie Yukou frowned.
"It doesn't matter. There is a carriage at the foot of the mountain. I can go by myself. Thank you for me!" Confucius emphasized again and again.
Under Confucius' repeated requests, Lie Yukou could only nod his head, bow to Confucius, and turn back to Mang Mountain.
Confucius looked at Li Yukou's disappearing figure and couldn't bear it anymore.
"puff!"
In the duel on the top of the mountain, the mouthful of blood that Kong Qiu had swallowed could no longer help but spurt out.
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Confucius also shuddered a lot. He turned his head and looked towards the top of Mang Mountain, showing a sense of bitterness.
"Lao Tzu? What a great Lao Tzu, what a moral person! Poof!" Confucius spat out another mouthful of blood.
A huge sense of frustration filled his body. This was the first time that Confucius had failed so miserably.
After all, that was the best way I had realized. It felt like the most perfect way, but it was so vulnerable in the moral realm. In that moment, my own three-thousand-mile way felt the boundlessness of Laozi's way.
Yes, it is boundless. Laozi's great road is like the sea. The boundless sea gave Confucius a deep sense of despair and a sense of frustration.
At the same time, on the top of Mang Mountain, on the big rock.
I sat upright and looked at the second cup of tea Confucius poured in front of me because he was defeated by me.
"Congratulations, teacher, morality comes first!"
"Congratulations, teacher, you are invincible!"
"Confucius's Confucian approach is really ridiculous!"
"In front of the teacher, the Confucian Way is like the light of a grain of rice. How can it compete with the sun and the moon?"
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All the students wiped the blood from their mouths and immediately congratulated me.
I had just been shocked by the roar of the tiger, but now I share the same hatred, scolding Confucius and praising Lao Tzu.
I ignored the compliments from the students, but looked at the cup of tea that Confucius poured for him before leaving.
The cup of tea was still quietly placed in front of me. There were some tea stains around the cup. It was obvious that when Confucius poured the tea, his hand was unstable and some of it spilled.
But even though his hand was unsteady, Confucius still politely poured out the cup of tea.
I couldn't be more proud! Not even the slightest contempt for Confucius!
Even though Confucius was defeated by himself, it still made me unable to calm down for a long time.
"Thirty years? He only used it for thirty years?" I gently picked up the cup of tea.
He turned to look at the students who had just vomited blood.
These students, those with extraordinary talents, have been following me for tens of thousands of years.
But this group of students is not as good as Confucius who has been enlightened for thirty years.
Confucius had no cultivation. Ordinary mortals only cultivated the Dao. Thirty years
Indeed, Confucius lost!
But I have cultivated a Yuan Hui for 129,600 years! Not to mention the previous Yuanhui, the fourth Yuanhui is also ten thousand years old.
Confucius was only thirty years old!
How far have I cultivated in thirty years
I smiled bitterly and gently poured Confucius' tea on the big stone in front of me.
Although Confucius left, he admitted defeat and poured himself a cup of tea.
However, for this cup of tea, I want to respect Confucius. Even if Confucius doesn’t know, I still want to respect Confucius.
In just thirty years, the road has reached three thousand miles! What an achievement!
"Alas!" I let out a long sigh.
"Teacher?" All the students didn't understand why I sighed.
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Confucius vomited blood for a while and then walked down the mountain.
A huge sense of frustration lingered throughout his body. Confucius knew that the fight against Laozi's Dao would definitely not be smooth, but he did not expect that he would lose so completely.
I am like a high mountain, a master whose top cannot be seen.
Vomiting blood was only secondary. The most uncomfortable thing for Confucius was that the great road he had worked so hard to create was not worth mentioning. The result of thirty years of hard work is actually so bad
"Hahahaha!" Confucius was a little lost.
I can still accept the physical injury, but how can I accept the mental injury
"teacher!"
Just when Confucius was feeling uncomfortable, a shout suddenly came from not far away.
Confucius looked up and saw Uncle Nangong Jing appearing not far away.
"Uncle Nangong Jing, why are you here? Aren't you in Luoyi City? What happened?" Confucius asked in surprise.
When Uncle Nangong Jing saw Confucius' pale face, his expression suddenly changed and he stepped forward to support Confucius.
"Teacher, how are you?" Uncle Nangong Jing asked anxiously.
"Let me ask you, why are you here?" Confucius asked eagerly.
"Something happened!" Uncle Nangong Jing said bitterly.
"problem occurs?"
"Not long after the teacher left, Emperor Zhou broke into our residence and wanted to find Bao Si, but before we could search, the Phoenix Patriarch came!" Nangong Jingshu said respectfully.
"What a coincidence, at this time!" Confucius said, enduring the discomfort in his body.
"The Phoenix Ancestor, I don't know what method he used. Even though Bao Si was hiding, he still found the location at a glance. With a finger, he destroyed a hall and exposed Bao Si!" Uncle Nangong Jing said.
"There must be a way to find out the curse placed on Bao Si by the Phoenix Patriarch!" Confucius said, holding back his discomfort.
"Ancestor Phoenix wanted to arrest Bao Si. Emperor Zhou was overjoyed when he saw Bao Si, so he naturally rushed out immediately. However, Emperor Zhou used magic to cover his face so that people could not see his appearance clearly, and stopped Phoenix Ancestor!" Uncle Nangong Jing recalled.
"Emperor Zhou? Ji Zhurong, hey, he still doesn't dare to show his face in front of the Phoenix Ancestor!" Confucius said solemnly.
"Emperor Zhou was guarding Bao Si, and he even mobilized the Qi of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The golden dragon with a hundred thousand miles of Qi, roared, as if activating countless powers of heaven. As Emperor Zhou struck at the Phoenix Ancestor, at that moment, the power of heaven The power of the palm condensed into a fiery red palm, tearing through the sky and the earth. It was so powerful that we were all frightened when we saw it. However, for some reason, the Phoenix ancestor actually found a golden dragon with a power of 100,000 miles from nowhere. Turning his hands, he waved the same move. The golden dragon with a hundred thousand miles of energy mobilized the power of heaven, condensed a palm, and collided with the palm of Zhou Tianzi! With a collision, the void shook, and countless buildings collapsed in Luoyi. The aftermath was shocking and there were countless casualties!" Uncle Nangong Jing recalled.
"Two golden dragons with energy of a hundred thousand miles?" Confucius' pupils shrank.
"Yes, I don't know how the ancestor of the Phoenix could have the energy to count the golden dragon, one hundred thousand miles away. This is something only the Emperor of Zhou has, how come he also has it?" Uncle Nangong Jing said in disbelief.
Confucius understood, however, that the Qi of the Phoenix Patriarch, the Golden Dragon, came from Dayu. Back then, Xuannv took away everything from Dayu, even his Qi, and Daxia's Qi, were all taken away by Xuannv.
"The Emperor of Zhou is very powerful, but he is not as powerful as the Phoenix Patriarch. At this moment, another person came, reached into his hand, and caused countless floods to fall from the sky! He also scolded the Emperor of Zhou, saying that he was unethical!" Nangong Jingshu! said.
"It is true that he is unethical. He knew he was outmatched and set the battlefield in Luoyi, killing and injuring countless innocent people. What is he but an unethical and cowardly king?" Confucius said solemnly.
"As soon as that man made a move, it was like the endless water was controlled by him. The power he exerted was no less than that of the Emperor of Zhou. Bao Si called him 'Gong Gong'!" Nangong Jingshu recalled.
"Zhou Gonggong? Haha, you really came just in time!"
"Zhou Gonggong? Zhou Gonggong, Zhou Tianzi, and Bao Si led the Phoenix Ancestor outside the city, and a huge battle broke out in the south of the city. The sky was shattered and the earth was shattered!" Uncle Nangong Jing said.
"Then what?" Kong Qiu looked at Uncle Nangong Jing.
Uncle Nangong Jing suddenly knelt down: "Teacher, forgive me!"
"Speak quickly!" Confucius frowned.
"Then, Ziyu and I saw the teacher!" Uncle Nangong Jing said in horror.
"Did you see me? Have I been here in Mang Mountain?" Confucius frowned.
"Yes, we were overly surprised at the time and didn't recognize it. It was still Master Niang. We could tell at a glance that the man was not a teacher. Master Niang scolded us, but we saw that the man released a big net and tied up Master Niang instantly!" Uncle Nangong Jing said said.
"What?" Confucius' expression changed.
"Ziyu is the Great Luo Jinxian. His face suddenly changed in shock, and he struck at the person pretending to be a teacher. With a slap, he revealed his true form, which was a ferocious black tiger. The black tiger dragged the teacher's wife and headed towards the west in an instant. Go! Teacher, the disciple is guilty!" Uncle Nangong Jing suddenly cried.
"Black tiger? My appearance?" Confucius' face darkened.
"Yes, Ziyu chased me. Let me report to the teacher. Teacher, the student is incompetent. The student failed to see through the identity of the demon early. Teacher!" Uncle Nangong Jing immediately cried and apologized.
Confucius' pale face showed a solemn look.
Confucius also guessed who the black tiger was. It was the demon tiger Shao Zhengmao released in the past, Yang Hu! In the past, Yang Hu was brought to the Song Dynasty by Sheng Jiutian to cause rebellion. He was defeated by himself and escaped for ten years. Unexpectedly, he came back again.
After all, Confucius was not very worried about Qi Guanchi's safety. After all, Qi Guanchi could still travel back in time when it really didn't work. Travel back to the future Ye Hechichi. Qi Guanchi still has one last insurance policy.
"Yang Hu, you're here for me!" Confucius' face darkened.
"Student, student...!" Uncle Nangong Jing felt extremely guilty.
"Ziyu is chasing them. It shouldn't be a big deal. Get in the car and let's go west and chase them! Ahem!" Confucius said.
"Yes! There must be a mark on Ziyu's road. I will take the teacher there right now. Teacher, please get in the car!" Nangong Jingshu said eagerly.
"puff!"
Confucius was so weak that he spurted out another mouthful of blood.
"Teacher, there are various elixirs in the car that can nourish energy, nourish qi, and heal injuries. Teacher, please get in the car!" Uncle Nangong Jing said eagerly.
Confucius nodded and got on the carriage.
"Drive!" Uncle Nangong Jing immediately started the carriage and headed towards Luoyi.
Confucius had just experienced the impact of the road and was in a state of weakness. At this moment, there was news that Qi Guanchi had been kidnapped. Naturally, he was even more exhausted mentally and physically. After getting in the car, he took some healing elixirs and passed out.
On the way, Uncle Nangong Jing stopped the car at the ruins of Luoyi, inquired about the situation, and confirmed the direction in which Ziyu left. Just as he was about to ask Confucius for instructions, he was shocked when he found that Confucius had passed out.
However, I found that Confucius' injury was getting better, but he was too tired. He needed to rest after taking the elixir, so he didn't dare to disturb him.
At this moment, even though Confucius was sleeping in the carriage, Uncle Nangong Jing drove the carriage and continued to chase towards the west.