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Chapter 740: Seventy-two Sages

The long whistle broke the tranquility of the night.

Tianmen City's sea transport terminal handles tens of thousands of cargoes every day, with merchant ships and cargo vessels flowing day and night.

Kong Shu was sitting in the passenger waiting hall wearing a windbreaker, with the brim of his hat pulled down to cover his face.

When he was seventeen years old, he saw the sea for the first time in Dengzhou. A big-nosed foreign priest assured him that the sea would never freeze.

When he was 37 years old, he saw a popular science book on the market in Tianmen, which said that the ocean in the Far North had been frozen for thousands of years and would never melt.

The so-called knowledge that foreigners have come up with has no roots and has to be torn down and rewritten every ten years or so. Not only are they self-contradictory, but they can even lead to endless disputes.

Only the words of saints can be passed down through the ages, and their superiority and inferiority can be immediately seen.

The president is a woman with extreme ideas and cruel methods. She has no idea of ​​moderation and compromise. The country looks prosperous now, but in fact it is raging fire, all thanks to her violent suppression.

Such actions of Jie and Zhou will not last long.

Once she dies, there will be disaster within the family and the whole world will fall apart.

It’s a pity that I won’t be able to see that day.

I originally wanted to turn my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon only shines on the ditch...

Kong Shu opened the book in his hand and watched lines of words appear out of thin air on the pages.

But some pages are burning silently and turning into charcoal.

At this moment in the Jishan Academy, countless innate hexagrams rose into the sky, and school buildings slowly collapsed amid the roar and tremor of the earth.

As the leader of the younger generation of the Northern Thirteen Families, Han Bin's strength should not be underestimated. Even with the literary luck that he had nurtured for decades at Jishan Academy, he was unable to suppress it, and was about to break through the seal.

It’s a pity that he practices the ranger method instead of the palace soldier method, otherwise it can be 100% certain that this person will take over Huo Qingyang’s position and become the future backbone of the Secret Service Bureau.

Ranger...after all, he is not the type of person who is meant to sit in an office and write documents and do administrative work.

Putting away the book, Kong Xun looked at the chain on his wrist.

This chain is not a physical entity, but it is like a thorn in the flesh and cannot be removed.

Changsheng Sect, Xia Yubing.

What secrets are hidden behind this child? If she didn't have enough resources to support her, could she have become a righteous Night Wanderer so easily?
The orthodox method is ten times more difficult to practice than the heterodox method. Every advancement requires a process of cognitive shaking and reshaping.

However, there will be rewards for your efforts. Once you succeed in advancing, your strength will be strong enough to crush the external practitioners of the same level.

Although he has now practiced the scholar's heretic method to the highest level, he still finds it very difficult to deal with the righteous night wandering spirit who is one level lower.

Fortunately, he is just a night-wandering god and is not good at killing. Most of his methods are aimed at ghosts and spirits, and do not have such a big impact on mortals in the world.

If there were real masters instead of these young people in the Secret Service today, this old man of mine might not be able to escape.

"Cough-cough!"

Coughing a few times involuntarily, Kong Xun wrapped his windbreaker tightly and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

People cannot refuse to accept aging. In the past, they could urinate three feet high in the wind, but now even the damp and cold sea breeze is unbearable.

A young man is better than a strong man...

I originally thought that by creating chaos within the Qilin Army, I could force the President to sit down and have a good talk.

I didn't expect that this woman was cruel to her enemies and her own people.

She didn't retreat a single step!

One wrong move and the whole game is lost.

When the other party does not care about the life of the hostage, there is no point in taking hostages.

Now the situation is set and there is nothing that can be done to change it. The most urgent thing is to get out as soon as possible. Kong Shu came back to his senses from his deep thoughts and suddenly found that there were fewer passengers waiting for the ship in the hall.

Someone is evacuating civilians in secret and without making any noise!

He looked up and saw the figures of secret guards in brocade clothes appearing in every passage of the hall.

No... they are not the Jinyi Secret Guards, it’s just that the style of their clothing looks similar.

Kong Yan smiled bitterly and fixed his gaze on the young man walking towards him.

Yan Yu'an walked up to him, took off his helmet and said softly, "Disciple Yan Yu'an, greetings to the headmaster. I cannot perform the formal formalities in my armor, I hope the headmaster will forgive me."

Kong Yan frowned and said, "I don't remember having a student like you."

"This is normal."

Yan Yuan said calmly, "I was born into a poor family. The tuition at the academy was too expensive for me to afford. So I pretended to be a student at the academy and took classes for six years for free. Although my name is not on the student register, I am grateful for your kindness in teaching and learning."

"If the headmaster has any unfulfilled wishes, such as a secret fund or an illegitimate daughter, I am willing to take care of them."

Kong Shu was almost laughing out of anger.

"You are not polite, but do you think that with the few people you brought with you, you can do anything to me?"

Yan Yu'an said seriously: "I want to try."

Kong Yan laughed and said, "Okay, okay, based on your courage and bravery, even though you don't have to pay me any tuition, I will accept you as my disciple! Just use whatever tricks you have!"

Yan Yu'an did not rush to take action, but just looked at Kong Xun calmly.

"The saint has three thousand disciples, seventy-two of whom are proficient in the six arts."

After saying this, the smile on Kong Shu's face suddenly froze.

"If one cultivates the external methods to the extreme, he can also master the miraculous creation and transform into 72 sages by himself. The strength of each clone should not be underestimated. As long as one of the clones survives, he can escape. Am I right?"

"How do you know..."

"Do you remember my last name?"

"Your last name is Yan..."

Kong Yan suddenly realized, "You are a descendant of Yan Zi? Then how did you end up fishing for a living?"

"Who doesn't have two poor relatives?"

Yan Yu'an said helplessly: "If you really practiced the scholar's external way to the extreme, then maybe no one would be able to control you. But you didn't even understand the external way, and finally practiced back to the old way of Confucian secret teachings. How can you blame others?"

Kong Shu said in a deep voice: "Since you have seen through my tricks, I have nothing to say. But do you think that with your little tricks, you can really suppress all of my 72 incarnations?"

"can."

Yan Yu'an replied in a firm tone.

"The two warships Jiyuan and Zhiyuan have blocked the sea route. No ship is allowed to go to sea tonight. You can't escape even if you have wings!"

"What if I take the land route?"

"You can try."

Seeing Yan Yu'an's calm expression, Kong Yan couldn't help but laugh miserably, "Could it be that the President, just for me, even mobilized the imperial guards to block the entire Tianmen Gate?"

"That's not the case. Think about it again."

Kong Xun pondered for a moment and his expression changed drastically.

"The Tiger King Army... has entered the pass?"

(End of this chapter)