Super Constable System

Chapter 393
Jun Wuzheng stood with his sword in hand, all five senses were turned off, and he used his martial soul to capture the figure of the Confucian scholar.

This is the unique supernatural power of the heavenly and human realm. No one can escape through the induction of heaven and man through the martial soul.

However, the voice of the Confucian scholar continued to come from all directions, and even the telepathy between heaven and man could not determine his position.

"Impossible, there must be something wrong."

It's not the first time for Jun Wuzheng to enter the Heavenly Path. When he became a celestial being, he has been breaking into the ninth floor of the Heavenly Path, where he completed the final test and became a generation of celestial beings.

Although I didn't meet Confucian or Taoist people that time, I also fought with many creatures in the heavenly path. No matter what kind of creatures they are, they can't block the induction between heaven and man.

"Is it because this is the source of the heavenly path, or because he is the guardian of the holy way?"

While Jun Wuzheng was guessing, suddenly there was a loud bang, the ground exploded, and violent ground fire surged out.

He immediately flew high into the sky, but the speed of the ground fire was far faster than him, engulfing him in an instant.

The flames burned his body, Jun Wuzheng couldn't help but let out a cry of pain, his eyes suddenly opened, and it was his own bedroom where he saw.

"What's going on? Just now...it turned out to be a dream!"

Jun Wuzheng wiped his forehead, only to realize that he broke out in a cold sweat in the dream, and couldn't help laughing: "I haven't had a dream for many years, but this time I was surprised by a nightmare, it seems that I am really too nervous recently .”

He got up and got out of bed, went to the desk, picked up a quaint book on it, and slowly flipped through it.

"The way of heaven does not exist, and the era is coming to an end. If you want to break the situation, you can only find the source of that way..."

Jun Wuzheng whispered to himself, and then laughed at himself: "I must be so focused that I dreamed of going to the source of the road to heaven..."

He threw the ancient book back on the table, closed his eyes and sensed it. The whole Nanlu Academy, as well as the Nanlu City at the foot of the mountain, were in his sense of heaven and man.

Although the sky is not yet clear, no matter whether it is Nanlu Academy or Nanlu City, many people have heard the chickens dancing, the sound of reading is one after another, and there is vitality everywhere.

"The world is so full of talents, how can there be any era that is about to end, and what's more interesting is that I would abandon literature and practice martial arts. I am really ashamed of my sainthood."

Jun Wuzheng shook his head and smiled wryly, picked up another book, and started to read softly: "I am good at cultivating my noble and upright qi, there are seven of them, and I have one qi, one against seven, what trouble do I have..."

On the vast grassland, a Confucian scholar opened a book in his hand, and slowly recited the Chinese characters in the book. His eyes swept over Jun Wuzheng who was sitting on the ground, reciting the scriptures, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the passageway of Tianlu, Lang Chao was telling everyone about the world of Confucianism and Taoism, saying: "During the Era of Ten Thousand Monsters, there was a demon sage who broke out from the world of Confucianism and Taoism. He turned into a person of Confucianism and Taoism, obsessed with the scriptures all day long, if he hadn’t woken up at the last moment, he would have been enlightened by Confucianism and Taoism. Enlightenment means death..."

Jun Wuzheng is obsessed with classics all day long, teaching Confucianism and Taoism classics to the academy disciples from time to time, and occasionally sitting and discussing Taoism with visiting literary friends.

When discussing Taoism with these people, the understanding of Confucianism and Taoism is getting deeper and deeper, and the identity of the martial arts god in the dream is gradually blurred.

After an unknown period of time, when he was about to forget that dream, someone came to discuss with him again. If he regained his memory at this moment, he would find that the person who came was the guardian of the holy way.

However, in the memory of the literary world, Jun Wuzheng is very familiar with him.After the two were divided into guests and hosts, Jun Wuzheng ordered someone to bring tea, and said, "Brother Zhengyan, it's like three autumns since we don't see each other for a day. Today, I can finally listen to brother Zhengyan's teachings. Wuzheng is very lucky."

"Brother Wuzheng, you are being polite. Yu recently learned something from Haoran's righteousness, and wrote a special "Song of Righteousness". I also ask Brother Wuzheng to rectify it." Confucian scholar Zhengyan said.

"Brother Zhengyan has another masterpiece, and I'm all ears to listen to it." Jun Wuzheng said.

"Then I will show my shame."

Confucian scholar Zhengyan stood up, corrected his clothes, and recited aloud: "Heaven and earth have righteous energy, mixed with manifolds. The bottom is the river and the mountains, and the top is the sun and stars..."

His voice is like a grand bell, and righteousness emerges from him, causing the heaven and earth to resonate with it, and there are many visions.

The sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers and mountains, with the chanting of the Confucian scholar Zhengyan, were displayed in front of Jun Wuzheng's eyes one by one, making him fascinated, addicted to it and unable to extricate himself.

"...Keeping this in mind, I look up at Floating Clouds.

My heart is sad for a long time, the sky is so terrific.

The day of the philosopher is far away, and the punishment is in the past.

The eaves show books and read, and the ancient roads shine in color.

"

Confucian scholar Zhengyan finally recited it, and then asked with a smile, "Brother Wuzheng, what do you think of this poem?"

"Wonderful!"

Jun Wuzheng clapped his palms and sighed, and said, "Brother Zhengyan, is this poem your work to prove the Tao?"

"Of course, does Wu Zheng think it's okay?" Confucian scholar Zhengyan asked.

"If this poem doesn't prove the Tao, how can it prove it? But I don't know something, I hope brother Zhengyan can teach me." Jun Wuzheng said.

"Brother Wuzheng, please speak."

Confucian scholar Zhengyan smiled, but a gleam of light flashed in his pupils. The most critical moment has come. Whether he can kill this person depends entirely on this.

"Brother Zhengyan, brother Yu heard that this poem is quite tragic, it seems to have been written in distress, what is the explanation?" Jun Wuzheng asked.

This poem is the work of Confucian scholars Zhengyan to prove Taoism. It was written just at the end of the Confucianism and Taoism era, so it is inevitably tragic.

But he didn't expect that Jun Wuzheng was only a warrior, and he could hear the tragic meaning from the poem, so he couldn't help but hesitate slightly.

But soon the Confucian scholar Zhengyan calmed down his emotions and said: "Wen Wangju played Zhouyi, Zhong Ni'e played Spring and Autumn, Zuoqiu was blind but had Mandarin, Qu Yuan was exiled to Fu Lisao, Yu Zheng felt the experience of ancient sages , only then can we do this.”

"King Wen plays Zhouyi, Zhongni, Zhongni, Zhongni..."

Jun Wuzheng was thoughtful, and softly repeated the words of the Confucian scholar Zhengyan, but when he read Zhongni, he suddenly stopped and repeated the name.

Confucian scholar Zhengyan murmured that it was not good, and hastily changed the subject, saying, "Brother Wuzheng, can you and I prove Fan Haoran's righteousness again?"

Jun Wuzheng smiled slightly, and said, "That's fine, I've been earning a lot recently, please brother Zhengyan correct me."

Confucian scholar Zhengyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Brother Wuzheng, please tell me."

"Those who are upright and upright are as big as they are strong, they are raised directly and harmless, and they are stuffed between the heaven and the earth..."

As soon as Jun Wuzheng opened his mouth, he was eloquent. Although he did not resonate with the world like Confucian Zhengyan did, but he gave birth to a sense of righteousness out of thin air.

The awe-inspiring righteousness was so majestic that it even made the space vibrate. Countless black cracks appeared around, and the whole world was faintly shattered.

Confucian scholar Zhengyan's complexion changed drastically, and he immediately recited "Song of Righteous Qi" loudly, but he couldn't stop the collapse of the space.

boom--

The literary world was shattered, and the Confucian scholar Zhengyan felt as if he had been hit hard, and blood kept vomiting from his mouth.

Jun Wuzheng stood holding his sword, looked at him with a smile, and said, "Brother Zhengyan, do you think my "Hao Ran Zheng Qi Jing" is better than your "Song of Zheng Qi"?"

(End of this chapter)