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    For thousands of years in the cultivation world, heroes have emerged in large numbers, but now there are only ten people who can be listed on the "Prince of Immortals", and Nangong Changying is one of them.

    In the past, Mo Ran didn't take it seriously. He once crushed the seventy-two cities of Confucian style with a little finger. He only felt that there were hundreds of waste pustules in this fairy city.  Shouting for pain, he began to beg for mercy before the sword fell down.

    Just as Ye Wangxi said before he died in his previous life, in the seventy cities of brilliant Confucianism, none of them is a man.

    In the eyes of Mo Ran, Confucianism is a loose sand, and Nangong Changying who has gathered this loose sand, what kind of amazing person can it be?

    Mottled with blood, the century-old foundation was razed to the ground by the latecomers in an instant, dead bodies were everywhere, and crows were pecking at the intestines of the dead.  Back then, Emperor Taxian walked up the stairs, without any expression on his face, and pushed open the door of Xianxian Hall¡ª¡ª

    He wore a floor-length black cloak, walked through the long corridor hung with portraits of Confucian-style heads and elders, and finally stopped at the end of Xianxian Hall.

    Ta Xianjun raised his face, with the cloak on his body, under the hood, he couldn't see his whole face clearly, only his pale chin, with a sharp and arrogant arc, raised slightly, and looked at him with a judging posture.  The taller-than-life statue.

    It is a statue carved from white jade spirit stone. It depicts a young fairy with a wide robe and wide sleeves.  His clothes were painted, and the bloody morning light fell from the carved skylight behind the statue, making him look like an exiled immortal bathed in the light of nine heavens.

    The half of Stepping Xianjun's face under the hood suddenly showed a smile, revealing white teeth and sweet dimples.

    He tidied up his clothes, made a long bow, then raised his handsome face, and said with a smile: "Long admiration, Nangong Immortal."

    Naturally, the statue can't speak, only the pair of black crystals are shining, as if gazing at the visitor.

    Ta Xianjun is really boring, no one pays attention to him, and he can still play happily for a long time: "Junior Mo Weiyu, I am honored to meet you today, Nangong Immortal Elder is really very proud."

    He laughed and laughed and talked for a long time by himself, and the living people lost their nerves at the statue.

    "I've seen your Xuanxuanxuanxuan" He wrung his fingers, and then sighed, "I can't figure it out, who knows which generation of your nephew is, and who knows which generation has met your nephew.  Nephew, those under your seat don¡¯t know which generation of disciples you are.¡±

    Then he smiled brightly: "But now they have all become ghosts under my sword, so if you haven't reincarnated, Immortal Elder, you have probably seen them already."

    "It's a pity that I didn't see your grandson Xuanxuanxuanxuanxuan. That guy escaped before the city was broken. I don't know if he is dead or alive. I am somewhat regretful."

    He was happy again, Piri Yangqiu had a very intimate chat with the statue for a while, and then said: "By the way, I heard that Nangong Immortal Elder was also a generation of outstanding people back then. He was expected by everyone, and people would swear their allegiance to follow wherever he went.  , There are even those who embrace the immortal head and proclaim themselves emperor."

    Mo Ran smiled and said: "Wouldn't that be as majestic as I am today? So when I came here, what I said before was all nonsense. I just have a question - I wonder why Nangong Xianchang didn't refuse to become the throne?"

    He paused, and then walked a few steps forward. At this time, his eyes fell on the warning tablet standing behind the sculpture of Nangong Changying. In fact, this monument is so big that he had seen it early in the morning, but he kept ignoring it deliberately.  Pass.

    The stone tablet was carved by Nangong Changying with a sword chisel when he was ninety-six years old. It was unpretentious at first, but was later added gold powder by his heirs.

    Mo Ran stared at it for a while, and said with a smile: "Oh, I understand. 'Greed, resentment, murder, prostitution, robbery, and plundering, is my Confucianism and gentleman seven things that I can't do?' Xianchang is really a good character."

    He stood with his hands behind his back, and continued: "However, the Immortal Chief Haobai was born with a clear reputation, and he taught the future generations until he died. But I am curious, did the Immortal Chief expect that one day, the Confucian School will become  Today's situation?"

    When he said this, he pursed his lips, as if he was thinking of a suitable word to describe it, and then he thought of it, so he clapped his hands and said with a smile: "A nest of big rats?"

    After he finished speaking, he burst out laughing, his smile was happy and willful, pure and sinister, echoed for a long time in the empty and solemn Hall of Sages, his voice was like cracking silk, as if he wanted to tear the scrolls that were slightly swaying in the wind, tear them into pieces  Portraits of heroes of Confucianism in the past dynasties

    The laughter finally stopped in front of Nangong Changying's cold sculpture, and stopped abruptly.

    Mo Ran no longer smiled, he restrained his smile, and a layer of ice slowly formed on his face.

    His dark eyes stared at Wu Daidangfeng in front of him.?Ascension¡ªhe once thought that it was just a whitewash and cover-up for himself by the people at the pinnacle of power.

    Was he wrong

    Nothing can hide the truth, just like the snow that has been deposited for a whole winter will melt, and after the vastness and whiteness fade away, the face of the earth will be exposed, and the dirt hidden in all the wrinkles will have nowhere to escape. When the sun shines, they all  Hissing and screaming in the day.

    Is hewrong

    Mo Ran shook his head slowly, he was staring at Nangong Changying, Nangong Changying had also raised his face, he was still covered with the black ribbon embroidered with dragon patterns, no one could see his eyes, Mo Ran  Can't see it either.

    But I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s my own illusion, Mo Ran felt that Nangong Changying seemed to be smiling, there were smile lines overflowing under the black ribbon, the fire couldn¡¯t burn out, the water couldn¡¯t wash away, nothing could cover the shallow veins  He stood quietly in a sea of ??flames, in the warm light.

    If possible, he would also like to be selfish for a while, and leave this remnant body, always with the green hills and green cypresses, the hero of future generations.

    The world is so beautiful that no one wants to leave.

    However, he also knows that sometimes it is impossible to leave, so he has already planned to cut the scriptures and hide the bow, so that the body will be used by others in the future, and it will be used as a minion for tigers.

    The world is too beautiful, flowers are enough, blood should not be stained.

    "The Grand Master" Nangong Si knelt on the ground holding the Cloud Piercing Bow, the flames illuminated his young face and also the tears on his face, "This junior is unworthy"

    The fire of piercing the clouds burned Zhenlong Heizi in Nangong Changying's body, he was about to be burned to ashes, and his whole body was getting fainter and weaker in the flames.

    Nangong Changying, who was completely free, asked Nangong Si a word: "How many years have passed since the Confucianism School was established?"

    He is just a corpse, his soul is gone.

    There are not many memories and consciousnesses that can remain in the physical body, so if you want to ask, you can only ask such simple things.

    Nan Gongsi didn't dare to be negligent, and answered with a choked voice: "The Confucianism School has been established for four hundred and twenty-one years."

    Nangong Changying tilted his head, and now there was a smile on his lips.

    He said: "It's been a long time."

    The voice was faint, like the wind passing through the mountains and forests, scattered without a trace.

    "I thought that two hundred years would be over." Nangong Changying's voice was gentle and generous, flowing through the leaves of Jiaoshan grass, "Everything in the world has a lifespan. When the lifespan is up, it cannot be continued by human beings. Besides, aging has a lifespan after all.  The day will be replaced by the young, and the old will be replaced by the new one day. After a long time, everything will become dirty and old. It is a good thing that someone throws it away and overturns it. Don¡¯t blame yourself.¡±

    Nangong Si raised his head suddenly, his complexion was as white as paper due to excessive blood loss, and his voice trembled slightly: "Taizhu!"

    "Actually, how long the Confucian School has survived does not depend on how many years the school has been standing and how many disciples it has." Nangong Changying's figure was almost invisible, and his voice became more and more distant, "It is because there are still people in this world who remember,  Greed, resentment, murder, prostitution, robbery and looting are seven things that I, a Confucian gentleman, cannot do."

    As he spoke, his sleeves flicked, and in an instant, the vegetation on the Jiaoshan Mountain trembled, and vines rose everywhere, sinking all the corpses that were about to escape the restraint into the depths of the earth.

    "Remember and do it, the torch has been passed."

    After saying this, Nangong Changying's body was suddenly disintegrated and shattered in the raging fire, turning into bits of firefly powder, golden and red starlight, floating among the vast mountains and forests.

    The body has disappeared, but the lingering sound has not dissipated.

    ?Inside the barrier, Nangong Si had been crying for a long time, outside the barrier, Ye Wangxi knelt down, she knelt down, and people knelt down one after another, I Changying, Nangong Xianchang¡ª¡ª

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