Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

Chapter 109 The truth is in the body, convince people with virtue! (Two in one, please subscribe)

"Confucianism cultivates literature, Confucian disciples accumulate literary energy to cultivate righteousness, cultivate morality, have the world in mind, and be good at governing the world.

"The so-called Wenqi is the ubiquitous Yuan Qi in the universe and the talents, spirits, beliefs, and morals of Confucian scholars who have been fused together in one furnace, smelted by the heart lamp, and perfected!"

Jiang Li was walking on the streets of Shengjing City, and the relevant records of Confucianism and culture emerged in his mind.

Compared with the three veins of Wu, Qi, and Dao, Jiang Li's understanding of Confucianism is actually deeper.

He was trapped in the small courtyard of the Marquis Mansion since he was a child, and he only had books to accompany him. Ten years of hard work, it was by no means a waste of time.

Confucianism and literary cultivation, through reciting classics and historical books, cultivate morality, cultivate righteousness in the heart, sublimate the spirit, and broaden the mind.

Accumulating over time, accumulating literary energy in the body, can also give birth to many innate abilities and supernatural powers.

Although the initial blessing is not as good as the three channels of Wu, Dao, and Qi, it still has its own unique features.

If you can reach the realm of the ancient sages, and wave your hands and feet to arouse the awe-inspiring aura of heaven and earth, you will not be inferior to human immortals and sun gods.

"The nine realms of Confucianism, learning, being honest, being loyal, being a gentleman, governing the country, establishing a life, being free from confusion, enlightening, and perfecting evidence, correspond to the nine major positions of the Confucian Temple!"

"Among them, Dade is the highest rank in the Confucian Temple, corresponding to the ninth realm of Confucianism, which is comparable to the ninth realm of Martial Arts, the level of divine transformation!"

Jiang Li took a deep breath. If his body, true energy, and soul hadn't been greatly enhanced and enhanced by the infusion of literary energy, he would have been unable to believe that his body actually contained a huge cultural energy of the nine realms of Confucianism.

It's a pity that these talents were not cultivated by himself.

There is a Nine Realm literary spirit, but there is no Nine Realm realm.

It's like he owns a golden mountain, but his power is limited, and he can only move the part within his ability at a time.

But if one day, he really cultivated to the realm of the Nine Realms, his literary spirit is like a dragon, and his supernatural talent will far exceed that of the great scholars in the same realm.

"The Kirin of the Confucian Temple is here, do you all know about it?"

"The bell is like thunder, shaking the entire Shengjing, who doesn't know who doesn't know?"

"In the martial arts exam, the volume of strategy theory can arouse the charm of hundreds of sages, what kind of article is it!"

Along the way Jiang Li walked, he could hear the low-pitched discussions of literati. Many literati in Confucian robes walked in a hurry, with excited expressions, and ran quickly towards the Confucian Temple.

The situation in the examination room of the Confucian Temple is unknown, and it is inconvenient for Jiang Li to return to Houfu.

He walked to a bustling main street, went up to the second floor of the restaurant along the street, chose a seat by the window and sat down, observing the movement of pedestrians on the street, so as to grasp the development and changes of the situation in time.

"The universe allows me to be lazy, and the sun and the moon let him be busy. Although I am a guest in the world, I will be a happy man!"

With a pot of sake and two dishes of side dishes, Jiang Li sat leaning against the railing, basking in the warm sun of late spring, and it was quite pleasant.

But they didn't know that Jinghuang's Qilin Guard and all the officials from the Ministry of Rites and Ministry of War were searching for his whereabouts all over the city.

The Zhou Dynasty was prosperous and prosperous, and the streets of Shengjing City were crowded with people. In the evening, the flow of people became denser.

With the end of the martial arts discussion, the number of young warriors gradually increased. Some were beaming and full of confidence, while others were dejected and sighing. But no matter what mood they were in, groups of three or four gathered together to discuss today’s martial arts examination room. The spectacle and grand occasion of the unicorn in the world.

"My writing is full of thoughts, and I have beautiful articles in my chest, but I am disturbed by the unicorn vision, and there is no one out of ten. Alas, what a shame!"

"Brother Ximen, you and I are not outsiders. If you say that you have a good character, I will never dare to question it, but the theory? We are all my brothers, so why put on a pretense and try to hide it, just pass the martial arts exam in the future!"

"Kirinzi is now alive, and this year's martial arts will surely be recorded in the history books, full of rich colors!"

"Let's go on stage in one step. It is said that the people in the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of War are going crazy. I don't know who it is!"

"Being able to be summoned by the Holy Majesty in person, after tonight, our status will be very different from that Qilinzi's!"

The young warriors walked and talked, their voices floated into Jiang Li's ears, and they were all envious.

"Since the Holy Majesty knows my identity, I can return to the Marquis Mansion. All eyes are on Jiang Shirong, and Jiang Shirong will also be restrained!"

Jiang Li got up, and just as he was about to check out and leave, he saw a cavalry team approaching at the end of the street, with about two hundred riders.

The government soldiers dressed in all kinds of armor shouted from front to back and surrounded several young princes in the middle.

One of them was a tall, burly, heroic young warrior riding a sturdy black-maned horse, which was even more eye-catching.

"Jiang Xuanyao!"

Jiang Li narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked intently, and found that the young masters in fine clothes and jade clothes beside Jiang Xuanyao also looked familiar. They were the few who had insulted him and Jiang Xuanxin in front of the Confucian Temple.

"I am very confident in the theory of martial arts, at least at the top level. Today I am the host, renting out the Jinxiang Building, and enjoying the night with you all. In the future, I will go to Beimang to kill the enemy and make meritorious deeds. Already!"

Jiang Xuanyao was in high spirits, showing strong confidence in his gestures.

The most important thing in the way of soldiers is to fight with one effort and to forge ahead bravely, against all difficulties and dangers, and to contend with one's own strength.

His chapters on strategy and theory are full of fearlessness. If Qilin hadn't appeared today, and someone had written the sacred scroll of the army, he thought he was good at strategy and theory, and he would be in the top ten!

"It's rare that Brother Xuan Yao is generous. If you don't get drunk today, you won't come back. I want to crush ten of you, little ladies!" A young man in brocade clothes rubbed his hands, impatient.

"It's okay for us to talk about it, but it's a pity that brother Yan doesn't like women, so he can only hold the wine jar and watch us fight together, the jade legs form forests, and the mountains and mountains are like a group!" Some young masters joked.

"Hahaha, it's really impossible, find a male-looking girl, and it seems that you can do it with your mouth!"

The other son didn't know what he thought of, clapped his hands and laughed loudly, and said: "Brother Xuan Yao, since you are the host, how can you let Brother Yan be lonely, why don't you ask your two concubines to help Brother Yan together? lonely!"

"You guys are just joking, if it wasn't for that little bastard Jiang Li being sent to the Marquis of Qianjun's Mansion by his father, I wouldn't want to touch him, and I would just find someone to tie them up to make it true, so why not!" Jiang Xuanyao waved his hand triumphantly. elated.

"It's like this woman marries a woman, it's more enjoyable, and a man is married? Tsk tsk tsk, brother Xuan Yao has to fulfill his brother no matter what..."

Hearing this, a son with a pale golden complexion brightened his eyes even more, revealing an obscene and obscene brilliance in his eyes.

"Shut up, Brother Fifteen is the one you can humiliate and slander with foul language!"

But Yan Zhenzai hadn't finished speaking, suddenly there was a strong wind howling behind him, and a ray of cold light broke through the air and came towards him.

"In broad daylight, who dares to sneak attack my son!"

Sensing the strong wind whistling behind him, Yan Zhenzai snorted coldly, without turning his head back, the golden luster of his right hand flowed, and with a light pinch of two fingers backward, he completely imprisoned the chopping force of the cold light.

The short spear, about five feet long, had a cold light, humming and trembling between his fingers.

Yan Zhenzai turned his head to look sullenly, and when he saw a well-dressed young man riding a horse not far away, his eyes full of anger, he turned his anger into a smile of joy.

"I was begging brother Xuan Yao to ask you to come here, but I never thought that you would come to my door impatiently!"

Yan Zhenzai laughed loudly, turned his horse's head, and charged directly at Jiang Xuanxin.

"Hmph, you stupid idiot, since you did it yourself, you will be responsible for the consequences!"

Jiang Xuanyao looked at it coldly, without any intention of stepping forward to stop it. After all, what chastity can a man have?

Jiang Xuanxin suffered a dark loss tonight, forgive him for not having the face to tell his father!

"Little cutie, come on!"

On the other side, Yan Zhenzai galloped his horse, and the pedestrians on the road hurriedly dodged to both sides in shock.

Seeing Jiang Xuanxin's horse getting closer and closer, it seemed that there was a fire burning under his lower abdomen, and he stretched out a pair of big hands to grab it fiercely.

The boy on the other side, he is bound to win!

In front of him, the strength of the mere Tai Chi realm was no different from that of a kitten or puppy.

"Extreme sword, wind, thunder, fire and electricity!"

On the horse's back, Jiang Xuanxin also jumped up suddenly at the moment when the two sides were about to miss the horse.

"So fast!"

Yan Zhenzai raised his brows violently, only to feel that Jiang Xuanxin's waist knife had been slashed down in a flash.

With a crisp clang, Jiang Xuanxin's body flew upside down and landed on the stone slabs of the street. He couldn't stop backing up. Blood flowed down from the torn tiger's mouth. His arms trembled, but he still held the knife handle firmly.

"Little bastard, even if I trampled on you for ten days and ten nights, it's hard to get rid of the hatred in my heart!"

Yan Zhenzai sat on the horse, completely motionless, but a shocking anger appeared on his pale golden face.

His hands trembled, and a horizontal wound appeared in both palms.

About an inch deep, revealing bones.

If it weren't for his special martial arteries and his skin was as tough as iron, Jiang Xuanxin's knife might have cut off all his palms.

"The second form of Jue Dao, Ten Wings Spring and Autumn!"

Jiang Xuanxin held the knife, his eyes burst out with ruthlessness, he clenched his teeth, and as soon as his body stopped, he jumped again and slashed at the horse's leg.

The blade oscillates and flickers, instantly splitting out ten clusters of light and shadow, which are elusive and elusive, and suddenly spread out, which makes Yan Zhenzai's eyes flash and his face reveals surprise.

He didn't expect that Jiang Xuanxin's son born to a concubine also possessed such peerless sword skills, so he hastily tightened his reins to avoid it.

"Bastard, how dare you hurt my son!"

At this time, more than a dozen soldiers of the Yan family's mansion also rode their horses around, stabbing at Jiang Xuanxin with long spears in their hands.

Jiang Xuanxin flicked the saber light, so he had to give up the attack and protect the vital parts of his body. When the spear collided with the saber, there was a continuous crisp sound, and sparks flew everywhere.

Although most of the more than a dozen soldiers of the Yan family's mansion were in the Jiaowu realm, they were condescending, and with the help of the momentum of the horses, they formed a momentum of encirclement and suppression against Jiang Xuanxin in an instant, constantly approaching and oppressing.

"stop!"

The soldiers from Zhenwuhou's Mansion were also approaching. Seeing that Jiang Xuanxin was trapped by the Yan family's soldiers, they wanted to step forward to make a rescue, but Jiang Xuanyao gave a cold shout and stopped him on the spot.

Looking at Jiang Xuanxin, who was being forced into a corner, Hong Sheng and other government soldiers clenched their weapons tightly, resentful in their hearts, but in a dilemma.

"Watching my son being humiliated and besieged in the street, what's the use of your martial arts cultivation!"

A young boy's voice suddenly sounded from the second floor of the restaurant along the street. The wind howled, the air was turbulent, and there was a piercing sound.

More than a dozen transparent fist marks condensed with true energy tore through the air and blasted down in the air.

The dozen or so soldiers of the Yan family's mansion who besieged and suppressed Jiang Xuanxin had just heard the sound of fists, and before they had time to raise their heads, they were hit by fist marks.

Crackling, bone crackling like broad beans, even people and horses were sent flying, falling 30 meters away.

Some fell to the ground, and some crashed directly into the shops along the street.

The war horse neighed and could not afford to struggle, the soldiers spit out blood and pieces of internal organs, and died immediately.

"Qi meridians? What kind of blind guy, a Qi meridian cultivator dares to meddle in my Yan family's affairs!"

Yan Zhenzai's eyes flashed, and he was furious.

Among the four channels of Taoism, Wushu, Confucianism, and Qi, the Qi channel has the lowest status.

Practitioners are mostly poor and desperate people.

Because the lifespan is the least and cannot last long, even if they are successful in cultivation, they are mostly slaves and retainers raised by aristocratic families.

Yan Zhenzai's father is the third-rank right deputy of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, not the chief official, but the Metropolitan Procuratorate admonishes the monarch and impeaches the ministers, and is the same as the official of the Zhou Dynasty, which is the last thing all officials want object of provocation.

His eyes were stern, and he looked towards the second floor of the restaurant, but his eyes were startled. Isn't the young man standing at the railing of the restaurant the younger brother of Jiang Xuanyao who joined the Marquis Qianjun's Mansion.

"Who am I? It's better for you to come. Today, you two brothers..."

Yan Zhenzai showed a sinister smile on his gloomy face, and uttered obscenities again, but Jiang Li didn't want to dirty his ears.

His footsteps were like giant beasts trampling the ground. With a bang, the whole restaurant trembled, and his body disappeared in place. His body broke through the air and formed a long air wave behind him, which appeared in an instant. In front of Yan Zhenzai.

Jiang Li grabbed Yan Zhenzai's neck, grabbed him off the horse, and hit the ground hard with a bang.

Yan Zhenzai landed on his back, his viscera began to shift as he vibrated, cracks in the stone slab beneath him spread in all directions, and broken stones flew everywhere.

"Jiang Li, my concubine's son dares to hurt me. My father is Du Yushi. Are you not afraid of being punished by Marquis Wu?"

Yan Zhenzai was dizzy from the shock, vomited blood, his bones seemed to be broken, his hair was disheveled, he cursed loudly, and was furious.

"So what about Du Yushi, as a speech officer, but raising a piece of trash like you, if he comes to me, he will beat me!"

Jiang Li sneered, unmoved at all, he is a disciple of a sage, the world is so big, who would dare to reason with him.

Pulling his hair together, like lifting a dead dog waiting to be slaughtered, Jiang Li landed on Yan Zhenzai's pale golden face, making the sound of his body slapping gold and stone.

The literary spirit infiltrates Jiang Li's body, and it is everywhere, and it also contains the spiritual charm of the sages and sages who match the heaven and the earth, the way of heaven is clear, the benevolence is bright, and the world is united.

Every slap is accompanied by the aura of grandeur, justice, and virtue, and pure lotus flowers faintly condense behind him.

Pedestrians around couldn't help but feel a very strange feeling in their hearts.

Obviously beating someone, why do I feel a kind of spiritual influence of listening to the holy words and teachings of the saints, and watching the saints' great deeds, and the state of mind seems to become peaceful and harmonious.

?

"How did this little villain become so weird!"

Jiang Xuanyao also looked a little dazed, but his friend Yan Zhenzai was beaten by Jiang Li by pulling his hair. If he didn't care about this matter, he would be ridiculed by his 'friends'.

I can't even deal with a concubine's younger brother, so how can I have any face to appear in the second generation of officials in Shengjing City in the future.

"What are you doing in a daze, save Brother Yan!"

It's just that he was much smarter this time when he remembered the painful lessons he had suffered in Jiang Li's hands the previous two times.

"Everyone has seen it. This kid commits murder in the street. He deserves death!"

"My father is the servant of the Ministry of Punishment. This time, I just acted against the injustice and eliminated harm for the people!"

"Come on, kill him, I guarantee your innocence!"

Several officials and princes are more savvy than each other. In today's scene, if they don't kill Jiang Li, they will lose face.

But Jiang Li was the son of Marquis Wu after all, so it was necessary to find an excuse, and it would not be too difficult to make amends to Marquis Wu in the future.

"Here!"

Hearing his master's order, the guards of the various prefectures did not have so many flowers and flowers around them. In an instant, swords were shining everywhere, and cold shadows were shining brightly.

"woooooo"

There was a scream, and dozens of sharp spears flew out from the hands of the government soldiers, like sharp arrows shot from a giant crossbow, piercing the air and covering them all.

Jiang Li grabbed Yan Zhenzai's hair, dragged him to the ground like a dead dog, and strode towards the opposite side.

The turbulent qi surged around his body, and suddenly condensed into two transparent wings with a width of about ten feet.

It is the crane feather guard lamp, one of the nine styles of the sky crane.

The wings of the zhenqi crane snapped together, guarding Jiang Li in it, and the spurting spear pierced the wings of the zhenqi crane, like piercing metal, stone and iron wood, and stopped for an instant, being strangled by layers of zhenqi.

With a thought in Jiang Li's mind, the crane's wings trembled with zhenqi, and dozens of spears flew back, killing the soldiers in an instant.

He grabbed Yan Zhenzai's hair, and even used his body as a weapon, rushing into the soldiers.

The zhenqi took shape, turned into a sword and fist seal, and rushed to the body, Jiang Li swung Yan Zhenzai, killing all directions.

With a body comparable to the Xiantian Realm, coupled with the condensed True Qi of the Military Qi Realm, Jiang Li seemed to be killing demons. With the whistling of fists and feet, a famous soldier was knocked, kicked, and smashed into the air, and landed silently like a sandbag.

The originally bustling and lively streets turned into a tragic battlefield in an instant.

"Seven kills of the Vatican bones!"

"Horn King Fist!"

"Northern Prison Thirteen Ways Whip Legs!"

Several officials and princes also rushed into the battle group together.

Although they behaved frivolously and had bad conduct, they were born in official families and practiced martial arts since childhood.

The strength is strong, and almost all of them are warriors of the giant realm.

However, in front of Jiang Li, who had advanced into the sixth realm of military qi, he was vulnerable.

He swept across the government soldiers, rushed in front of several people, bombarded continuously with hundred-step divine fists, and fist marks flew out one after another, and the true energy in his body continued, endlessly.

Several princes of the Hou's Mansion fought together, but failed to withstand a few moves, and were sent flying by Jiang Li, their chests were covered with fist marks, sunken inwards, and the bones were broken into countless pieces.

"Jiang Li, you have committed a serious crime today, and I won't blame me if I kill your father!"

Several young masters of the Hou's mansion were thrown into the air by Jiang Li and fell towards the distance, but a burly and tall figure jumped out of the middle of the young men of the Hou's mansion who were thrown into the air by surprise.

Jiang Xuanyao was majestic, and his blood was surging, forming a strange force field around his body.

At sunset, the shops on both sides of the street were lit with lamps. Under the bright firelight, blood lingered around the body, and the air seemed to be distorted.

There was also an indescribable mental oppression rising from Jiang Xuanyao's body and pressing hard on Jiang Li.

The true qi in Jiang Li's body, which was originally flowing like a river and sea, unexpectedly showed signs of stagnation under this kind of mental oppression.

"What's so weird about him!"

Jiang Li narrowed his eyes slightly, and the dangerous aura that had surfaced in his heart struck again.

Seeing Jiang Xuanyao's punch in the air, the soul light cluster in his mind suddenly vibrated, Pandi's bones shimmered, and the spiritual energy merged into his eyes at the same time, and the scene in front of him changed drastically in an instant.

In the air, the clothes on Jiang Xuanyao's body were still there, but the bones, tendons, blood vessels, blood, and nerves in his body were all presented in Jiang Li's mind with different colors of light.

"There's something wrong with his bones!"

Jiang Xuanyao jumped violently in his heart. The bones of Jiang Xuanyao's body were as tough as iron, showing a pure white luster like jade, but the position of his right arm and collarbone, where the jade-like bones were crystal clear, had dark golden light flowing around them.

"The bones in these parts were broken by me more than a month ago, and it is difficult for the magic medicine to heal them in such a short period of time. These bones are definitely not his!"

Jiang Li instantly understood something. Someone must have replaced Jiang Xuanyao's bones.

"Jiang Li die!"

Jiang Xuanyao yelled loudly, his fist, which was comparable to a magic weapon, was within easy reach.

"The air is like a snake, entangled!"

Jiang Li knew that he was no match for the mysterious bones in Jiang Xuanyao's body, and on one side of his body, he barely dodged the punch.

True Qi condensed in the palm of his hand, turning into a horned snake that looked like a snake, flew to Jiang Xuanyao's side, and directly entangled his bone-replaced arm tightly.

The bones of magic transformation in Jiang Xuanyao's body are second only to martial saints in hardness, and can be compared with all magical weapons.

But no matter how strong his bones are, it can't change his strength at the peak of the Juqing Realm.

The arm was tightly wound by the zhenqi horned snake, completely imprisoned, unable to move an inch.

"You can see it!"

Jiang Xuanyao was startled, and the head of his "best friend" Yan Zhenzai was already thrown at him by Jiang Li's wave.

Yan Zhenzai's face had already changed beyond recognition, his head was swollen bigger than a pig's head, his whole body's bones were shattered, and his pale golden skin, which was originally formed through cultivation, was also riddled with holes and blood.

Looking at Yan Zhenzai who was dying and couldn't bear to look directly at him, Jiang Xuanyao didn't hesitate at all, and directly waved his uncontrolled left fist to meet him fiercely.

bang bang bang

There were shocking and dull sounds one after another, Yan Zhenzai's head was finally overwhelmed, and it shattered with a bang, Jiang Xuanyao was beaten back again and again, his strength was exhausted, Jiang Li kicked the center of the mouth, and rolled to the ground.

"Jiang Li, father will never let you go!"

Jiang Xuanyao tightly clutched his chest with his hands. His heart had already burst, and he could barely maintain the last bit of life by relying on muscle tension.

"In Shengjing City, at the foot of the Son of Heaven, who commits a crime in the street, and wants to be exterminated by the three clans!"

At the end of the street, horseshoes sounded urgently, and hundreds of Da Zhou soldiers in armor galloped forward.

Looking at the corpses scattered all over the place, the leading middle-aged general also frowned in shock.

At the feet of the Son of Heaven, under the watchful eyes of everyone, such a tragic fight has not happened a few times in the more than [-] years since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"General, I am the ninth son of Zhenwuhou Jiang Shirong, Jiang Liye, the concubine son of the murderer!"

Jiang Xuanyao seemed to have seen his last hope. As long as these people reported to his father in time, he might still have a chance.

"Go to my father, hurry up, let him save me!" Jiang Xuanyao tremblingly said.

"Jiang Li? You are Jiang Li!"

When the middle-aged general and the hundreds of soldiers behind him heard the words, their expressions changed instantly, and they looked in disbelief at the handsome young man standing among the corpses, covered in blood all over his body, like killing a demon.

"Suppress Marquis Wu's Mansion, Jiang Li!"

Jiang Li untied the tiger-shaped jade pendant from Zhenwuhou Mansion from his waist, and held it high.

On the light green transparent jade pendant, the tiger's head was smeared with blood, it looked like it had been severed from a distance.

"The last general, Yuchige, pays homage to the disciple of the sage!"

Yuchige couldn't connect the demon-killing boy in front of him with the disciple of the sage in the Confucian Temple, who wrote the holy works of military strategists and aroused the resonance of the sages and sages

But he thought about it again, the article written by this young man is not a Confucian scholar's talk or a splendid article, but the way of conquering soldiers.

As a master of soldiers, Tu Yicun is a demon and Tu Yicheng is a god.

If you don't have a heart of iron and blood that is brave and ruthless, how can you lead your troops across the world.

Yuchige dismounted from his horse, cupped his fists, and bowed in salute.

"We pay homage to the saint's disciple!"

Behind them, hundreds of sergeants also stood in unison and saluted on the ground. Their voices converged and shook the sky.

"Sage disciple, Jiang Li?"

Jiang Xuanyao was dumbfounded. He stared at the bloody but unscathed young man with desolation and despair in his heart.

Under the tight pressure of the palm, the heart shattered and fell apart.

He fell on his back, and at the last moment before his consciousness was cut off, he faintly heard Yuchige's voice.

"Quickly report to the sage that we have found the disciple of the sage!"

"Little Marquis, the Holy Majesty and all the civil and military officials are waiting for you in the Ming Temple, please follow me to face the Holy Spirit!"

　I received a temporary notice two days ago to take the system exam, so there are fewer updates in these two days, Haihan Haihan, I will continue to wait until I get home.

　　
　
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