The surrounding ministers were all shocked when they saw Zong Ming kowtow continuously with blood all over the floor, not knowing what was going on.
After a long while, they thought hard and realized a possibility. They hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed together with Zong Ming.
In the end, everyone had their heads broken and bleeding, and all passed out.
Old Taoju, pavilion.
Zong Moju remained silent.
"Your clan has produced a talented child." Fang Yun was still looking at the peach blossoms halfway up the mountain, with no one in his eyes.
Zong Moju did not answer, but continued to think about Fang Yun's deductions and what Fang Yun was saying.
He was far superior to Zong Ming. After Fang Yun said those three sentences, he instantly understood Fang Yun's intention and instantly connected it with Fang Yun's innovations over the years.
After a long time, Zong Moju opened his mouth with difficulty and said, "I have also made deductions before, but after seeing your deductions, I found that your deduction ability is far superior to mine. It is said that the world is like a chess game, but a chess game cannot be compared with the world after all."
Fang Yun said: "Whether it is deduction or thinking, all our thoughts and actions are essentially determined by one rule after another. We use these rules to treat everything, including ourselves. This kind of rule can be called a framework, a thinking mode, a thinking model, or many other names. The most terrifying thing is not that we don't understand these rules, but that we think the rules we know are correct. This is also the fundamental reason and may even be the only reason that limits personal development."
"Look at the Holy Way of the Ten Thousand Worlds. It is the rules of the Ten Thousand Worlds. In our opinion, it is absolutely correct, but in fact, the rules of the Ten Thousand Worlds are always changing. They can become more or less, stronger or weaker. Some seemingly absolutely correct Holy Way rules of the Ten Thousand Worlds will change if they are expanded to infinity, and they will also change if they are expanded to infinity."
"My deduction is better than yours because I have more thinking rules, and each thinking rule is more precise than yours. At the same time, I firmly believe that there must be better rules than the ones I have. In my eyes, everything is changing, developing, and moving forward, whether it is the outside world, myself, or the rules I use to measure everything. If one day, I think I am completely right, completely deny other people's criticisms, no longer accept new things and resolutely criticize them, cannot look at problems from the opposite perspective, think that I can't change, think that I can't make progress, think that I don't have a greater ideal, and think that I can't do it, then it is the beginning of my ignorance and the sign that I stop."
Zong Moju said slowly: "I didn't stop."
"Yeah, you're not wrong, you're just walking too slowly."
Zong Moju was stunned and felt bitter.
"You should have heard about my meeting with Kong Changxun."
Zong Moju nodded slightly.
"After leaving that day, I suddenly felt extremely envious of Kong Changxun."
Fang Yun looked into the distance.
Zong Moju slowly turned his head and looked at Fang Yun's back, and suddenly found that his back was not that tall.
Because there are too many things on his shoulders.
The old peach tree is in the middle, with only the sound of wind and peach blossoms falling to the ground.
"Three days later, I will be waiting for your incarnation outside Ning'an City. The West Moon Tree has withered, and the North Moon Tree should also wither. Here is a part of the book, and two items to help you destroy the North Moon Tree. As for the future, we'll see each other again if we're lucky."
Fang Yun waved his right hand, and a bit of divine thought and a drop of holy blood flew out, as well as a broken ancestral treasure.
The divine consciousness entered the center of Zong Moju's eyebrows, and the holy blood floated in front of Zong Moju.
Zong Moju was stunned when he looked at Fang Yun's holy blood.
Fang Yun’s holy blood was actually like a star, nurturing life. This was a phenomenon that only occurred with the blood of the Holy Ancestor.
"See you in three days."
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he stepped into the void, one step at a time, and climbed up the ladder to heaven. He went higher and higher, a thousand feet with each step.
The sound of Fang Yun reciting poetry came from the sky.
The beauty of April has faded.
The peach blossoms in the mountains are in full bloom.
I long regret that spring has gone but I cannot find it.
I don't know how I got here.
“Good poem.”
Zong Moju sat for a long time before he put away the holy blood and read the book in his mind, often stopping suddenly in the middle of reading.
He couldn't control his literary courage.
Nor can he control his own holy way.
The sun and the moon alternate, and a faint white light appears in the east in the early morning.
Zong Moju failed to finish reading all the books.
Suddenly, Zong Moju thought of the words of his classmates in the Holy Mind World, and then thought of Fang Yun’s words, and smiled.
"Yes, I walked too slowly. This is not my fault. But if I think I am right, then I am guilty of something unforgivable."
Zongsheng took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
In the demon world, a wolf king suddenly looked up at the sky, and a warm smile appeared on his ferocious face.
"Congratulations, my Lord."
After saying this, his body turned into ashes, and a point of white light flew out and went straight up into the starry sky.
In the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, the head of a turtle demon king emerged from its shell, as if it had realized something.
"good."
It then turned into white light and disappeared into the water.
A soft snort was heard from deep within the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea.
In Wu State, a Hanlin general suddenly threw off his quilt and quickly left a suicide note.
"Congratulations, my Lord."
General Hanlin smiled and said this before disappearing into thin air.
The ape realm of the demon world.
The Ape Bone Saint looked up at the sky, and countless faces on the monkey hair around his body were wailing and looking extremely ferocious.
With a long sigh, the Ape Bone Saint put his hands behind his back and slowly returned to his residence.
In all parts of the myriad worlds, strange changes occurred one after another, and white light flew towards Zong Moju.
Finally, a total of two thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight points of light entered Zong Moju's forehead.
However, Zong Moju still looked like he only had half a body.
Zong Moju smiled carefreely, moved his body, and appeared in the Zong family's ancestral home.
Zong Moju released his spiritual thoughts, the paper turned, and ink marks were left.
Finally, Zong Moju suddenly split into two, turning into two white lights, one large and one small. One flew towards Ning'an City, and the other flew towards the Holy Academy. They entered the star gate and disappeared.
In Ning'an City, roosters crowed at the dawn.
The battlefield outside Ning'an City has been tidied up, but there are still traces of fighting everywhere, palm-sized bloodstains, animal hair in the dust, broken armor in the cracks of the rocks, torn clothes in the mud, and the omnipresent cold and chilly aura.
Zong Moju's clone landed on the ground.
Fang Yun had been waiting for a long time, with a virtual tower bead suspended in mid-air, holding a ghost-head knife in his hand, wearing a white robe, looking heroic and majestic.
Zong Moju suddenly smiled happily, his eyes slightly curved, his lips red and his teeth white, but there were a few more wrinkles on his forehead.
"You'll envy me too."
Zong Moju looked at Fang Yun and felt that he was older than himself.
Fang Yun walked over slowly.
The two men's eyes met and their bodies moved apart.
Fang Yun stood beside Zong Moju, his eyes passed by Zong Moju and looked towards the dawn in the east.
On the city wall of Ning'an, the patrolling soldiers stared blankly at the two people below the city, not moving a muscle.
It feels like being in a dream.
Zong Moju lifted his robe, dropped to his knees, and landed heavily on the battlefield.
The vast earth shook slightly and dark clouds gathered.
"Human race, I leave it to you."
Zong Moju smiled brilliantly, glanced at the east which was about to turn red, turned to face Ning'an City, and slowly lowered his head.
Two drops of morning dew bloom in the soil.
"farewell."
Fang Yun swung his knife and heads flew up.
The summer rain falls lightly, and the sky and earth are vast.
Fang Yun held a dagger in his hand and blended into the rain.
There seemed to be someone humming in the city.
Last night, a light rain fell in early summer, and a half-saint was killed outside Ning'an City.