Chapter 358

When a sword is delivered, no one dares to move it.

The masters of Gongsun's family, even the family leader Gongsun wangce, who stood on the Qingshi terrace, just looked at each other, but no one even got angry. They just looked up at the sword immortal who was still floating in the air, and the old man who was standing on the top of the tottering building.

This is the way of the river and the lake. Power and wealth seem to be worthless in the face of absolute power!

These masters of Gongsun family, who usually have eyes above the top, and those masters who don't pay attention to the river and the lake, are silent now.

The building, which has always been regarded as the foundation of Gongsun family, is magnificent and has been standing here for hundreds of years.

But now, after Xiao Tianci's seemingly easy sword, he broke a big hole in the middle of the tall building.

After the roar, the tall buildings trembled and crumbled.

The old man standing at the top of the tall building, however, looks calm and does not seem to be affected at all.

But Xiao Tianci didn't do it again. He just stopped his body, pulled the corner of his mouth and said with a sneer, "first chop a sword, then listen to the reason."

"Old man Zhao, if you remember correctly, the relationship between Yuntian academy and jiuxiao sword sect was not bad, and old man Zhao was also a frequent visitor of jiuxiao sword sect. Are they all fake? Or is there something in jiuxiao Jianzong that makes old man Zhao uncomfortable? "

The opposite Zhao Wenzheng shook his head and said calmly: "jiuxiao Jianzong is just doing things. Naturally, I don't have any complaints, and I even admire him very much. "

"Then why are you doing this?" Xiao Tianci asked darkly.

With a sigh, Zhao Wenzheng looked a little disappointed and said slowly: "at the beginning, as the head of Yuntian academy, I was favored by Confucianism and Taoism, and once became the head of Confucianism and Taoism. Later, Yuntian academy ended up burning books and falling off the cliff. Only Xu Kuang survived

"Since then, I have been thinking, what is all this about? It was not until later, when he was guarding the gate in the remaining sword array and gradually became aware of the so-called struggle between the three religions, that he suddenly realized that everything in the world could not escape the word "Qi Yun."

"When I went north this time, I wanted to win a share of the world for Confucianism, so that scholars in that world could have a place to study safely. However, once we touch the matter of luck, it will attract those people's peeping and even blocking. "

At this point, Zhao Wenzheng stopped, but a smile, looked up to the sky.

There, those people are the masters of the world.

Xiao Tianci sneered and said, "therefore, Chunsheng, who is a Kendo man, will attract those people's hostility, but will not break the balance, so that you can make a profit in it?"

"Zhao Wenzheng, is this your so-called plan to sacrifice Kendo for the prosperity of Confucianism and Taoism?"

Zhao Wenzheng did not cover up, but nodded calmly.

In Jiangbei County, song Xinji, who laid the sword array, was a man of the three religions. It seems that this layout, but that sun Lushan invited outsiders to help, how could it not be the deliberate planning of outsiders?

Therefore, Su Chunsheng was the first to bear the brunt, and his cultivation of celestial realm was broken in an instant. In this way, those who are outside will not fight again. However, Zhao Wenzheng, guided by Gongsun family, intends to go north to occupy the rivers and lakes of the Central Plains, just for the prosperity of Confucianism and Taoism!

Xiao Tianci looked more and more gloomy. He looked at Zhao Wenzheng with a sneer and said angrily, "what a scholar for the world, what a scholar for the world!"

"You, Zhao Wenzheng, have been studying all your life. In the end, the more you live, the more you go back."

"If you remember correctly, your so-called forefathers of Confucianism once said," do not do to others what you do not want to do to yourself. Old man Zhao wants to seek a place for the world's scholars. Have you ever asked the world's scholars if they would like to? Have you ever asked Jianxiu about his sword

As soon as this remark came out, Zhao Wenzheng was stunned.

Xiao Tianci's Qi suddenly surged up and forward, and said darkly: "I can't manage the affairs of scholars. But now as a Kendo man, if you want to use Kendo as a stepping stone, just ask me the sword in my hand. "

Standing at the top of the crumbling building, Zhao Wenzheng finally frowned.

Xiao Tianci suddenly moved forward. The long sword named Tianci sword in his hand came out of his hand. The sword's spirit soared. In an instant, a huge tornado swept to the outer building.

"This tall building, thanks to jiuxiao sword sect, can't be kept now."

A gloomy rebuke came from the sword.

The light soared, and the huge sword tornado smashed into the towering Pavilion in the blink of an eye.

The roar and crackle came continuously. There were huge stones and sawdust splashing out of the high-rise building, and the huge high-rise building began to collapse inch by inch.

And the old man, Zhao Wenzheng, was swept among them.

The hinterland of the Central Plains.

In the most magnificent city of the whole proud land, an old man dressed in straight blue clothes walked slowly on the street, faltering.

On the street, pedestrians are bustling.

The old man walked slowly among the pedestrians. His slow steps suddenly stopped at the same place.

The old man's behavior did not attract much attention. Occasionally, pedestrians who were stopped looked at the old man curiously and left by a roundabout way. No one paid any attention to the ugly old man from the beginning to the end.

However, the old man didn't stay in the street for a long time. He just stood in the same place and lost his mind for a moment before moving on. He didn't even look back to the south.

And this time, the old man's pace is more slow and heavy.

Walking, the old man would not consciously red eyes, and then it was tears.

Passers by occasionally see this scene, most feel strange.

However, the old man didn't worry about the sight of the pedestrians around him, but still walked slowly.

Finally, the old man came to the gate in the north of the prosperous city, and then slowly stopped.

The old man with tears on his face lowered his head, stretched out his thin hand, and murmured, "teacher, we have lost after all."

Once upon a time, the old man was just a young bookboy. Every time the bookboy's husband was angry, he would beat the bookboy's palm with a ruler. The feeling was very painful, but it was unforgettable.

Later, the bookboy grew up, and the gentleman grew old.

One day, the schoolboy grows up to be an enviable scholar. He leaves his old husband and wanders in the river and lake. Step by step, he leaps to the dragon's gate. He becomes the most respected scholar in the world. He even has great differences with the original gentleman.

Later, after the loss of years, my husband and students run counter to each other, gradually away, and even hostile to each other.

But the student, but always inadvertently sounded the good time of being slapped.

One day as a teacher is unforgettable.