-
Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading
Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Wuxia -> Confucianism and Taoism in Mythology Chapter 450 Invitation from Confucianism and Sages, Poetry of the Eighth Stage!
Previous page Return to Catalog Next page
- You can search "Mythology: Confucianism, Taoism and Supreme Sage" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!
There is no cloud in the sky, and the huge sun has gradually turned vermilion.
Bu Feifan fell slowly, looking around vigilantly.
The distance from Hanyang City to Changliu Xianmen is only a few thousand miles. Even if he has not done his best at the speed of the fairyland, it will only take half an hour.
But two or three hours have passed since Bu Feifei left Hanyang City.
Bu Feifan kept thinking about what happened along the way, and felt even more weird.
Although Qin Xu was fine, he was also slightly injured after being restrained, so he and Xiao Gu went back to Changliu Immortal Gate first.
But Bu Feifan was only a little late after dealing with the Murong family matter. He thought he could catch up halfway, but when he came back, he realized that it was already evening!
"It was normal when I first left Hanyang City. I changed back to the appearance of 'Feng Wuxian' on the way, and then walked for a while" Bu Feifei squinted slightly, looking at the road not far ahead. a small village.
The village at the foot of the mountain looked peaceful and peaceful, with a few figures in bamboo hats working in the fields, only the curling smoke of gunpowder floating in the center of the village.
This seems to be a paradise-like land, but it is very disturbing to make extraordinary concessions.
"I have never passed such a place when I came here, is there something strange?"
Looking at the people working in the field, Bu Feifei walked over slowly.
Although he was vigilant, Bu Feifan hadn't yet reached the state of massacre, so he asked softly to an old man in the field: "Old man, how far is it from Changliu Mountain?"
The old man raised his head numbly, coughed and said, "Changliu? I don't know!"
Bu Feifan frowned slightly, but thought that maybe these old people had never been out of the village in their entire lives, so he asked again: "Which way can I go out of the village?"
"Go" The old man raised his hand, as if he wanted to point somewhere, but he shook his head again and said, "Go the way you think is right."
"If I think this is the right road!" Bu Feifan pointed to the rugged path in the field, which was somewhat collapsed due to the soaking of mud and water.
"It may be difficult to walk."
Bu Feifei smiled and said: "It's okay to walk a bit difficult, there is no easy road, thank you, old man!"
As soon as Bu Feifei finished speaking, the surrounding environment suddenly changed violently. The village and the sky began to become unreal, and gradually dissipated by the wind.
Only the old man was still standing in the field, with a smile on his face, he stroked his beard and said with a smile: "It would be great if we chose the easy road."
"Thank you, senior, for your kindness!" Bu Feifan slightly cupped his hands and said, "But I have already made my choice."
The old man shook his head lightly and said, "Then do you know how many people see you as a thorn in their side? At least in the academy, no one dares to touch you!"
"If there is no disaster of wind and rain, how can it grow vigorously?"
The old man was taken aback for a moment, and was just about to speak.
Seeing that Bu Feifan simply took off the thousand-face mask on his face, he laughed and said, "Other people laugh at me as crazy, but I laugh at others and can't see through it!"
In the sky, a phantom slowly emerged.
One person stood alone on the top of the mountain, but there were countless people below the top of the mountain, all glaring at him.
The man didn't care about these gazes at all, he stepped on the top of the mountain, and the sky fell apart in an instant.
"I don't see the tombs of heroes in the five wastelands, no flowers and no wine to hoe the fields!"
At the foot of the mountain, those heroes who were once famous all over the world are turned into tombstones. Only the people on the top of the mountain lean on flowers and drink wine, happy and at ease.
How can this kind of happiness be understood by those at the foot of the mountain!
Slowly, one echo after another echoed from the sky, and there were a total of eight sounds in total!
The old man laughed out loud.
"What a hoe with no flowers and no wine!" The old man said, "Since you have made a decision, it seems that I have troubled too much!"
"What happened today, senior" Bu Feifan said neither humble nor overbearing.
"Naturally no third person will know what happened today." The old man said slowly, "However, if you are willing to come to the Confucius Institute in the future, would you like to be my disciple?"
"Let's talk about the future."
"Haha, I was too hasty." The old man smiled, and lightly tapped the Qianyan mask in Bu Feifan's hand with one hand.
Although Bu Feifan was shocked, he felt thatThe latter didn't have any malicious intentions, so he asked, "Senior, what do you mean by this?"
"From now on, even the sages of the heavens will not be able to see through this treasure unless they are in front of them!"
Bu Feifan said quickly: "Thank you, senior!"
"It's okay, since you are willing to sharpen it yourself, then this is my little care." The old man looked at the sky and sighed: "Time is running out, and I hope you can strengthen my master in the future!"
After all, the figure of the old man also dissipated in the sky, and the sun in the sky resurfaced.
Bu Feifan looked around and found himself in a bamboo forest.
"I don't know who this senior is from Taixue." Bu Feifan shook his head helplessly, and put on the thousand-face mask again.
At this time, Wenquxing is on the planet.
Bigan asked anxiously: "Does this son agree?"
The master said helplessly: "This son's talent is far beyond what I thought, and his temperament is also extraordinary!"
Bigan suddenly smiled wryly, and said: "Although the restrictions on Dao have been relaxed, we can only use this incarnation of Confucian rhyme for a few times. Could it be that this time it has returned without success?"
The master sighed: "Oh, although the restrictions on the Dao have been relaxed, it still binds us and other saints. My incarnation of Confucianism can leave this Wenqu star for a short time, but the strength of the whole body is suppressed after all, and it can only exist for a moment. We still need to use it for more
is the key point. "
"What do you mean?" Bigan frowned, and said, "The man who moves with all his might?"
"That's right, although this chess player's talent is unheard of before, and he recited holy poems at will, but when it comes to the man of Wenqu Xingji, we still have to make a good balance!"
Bigan thought for a while, and then smiled wryly: "I didn't expect that we let such talented people go, but it seems that we will be very happy this time!"
"That's right, it's just that the person with nine moving stars is only connected to the Dao in the dark, and there is no sign other than that, how can it be so easy to find?" The master said: "What's more, we should not search for it. It¡¯s very difficult.¡±
"The other saints are also feeling it now, and they will definitely not turn a blind eye. I just hope that kid can persist until we find him."
On the other side, Bu Feifei slowly flew towards Changliu Fairy Mountain.
Far away, he saw Sheng Xiaomo standing in the courtyard of Xiaoyao Peak, as if waiting for him.
Seeing Bu Feifan, he immediately stood up and said happily, "Brother Feng, you are finally back!"
Sheng Xiaomo breathed a sigh of relief
(Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
- Previous pageCatalogNext page