Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 192 Swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger
On the cloud platform.

The holy monument shines with brilliant light, emitting a majestic aura like the vast ocean, making people feel as if they are on a small boat drifting in the wind and rain.

The holy stele is as white as jade, with obscure textures and mysterious light flashing.

It is filled with the awe-inspiring power of the Holy Way.

It makes people dare not blaspheme.

At this time, everyone on the cloud platform seemed to be fixed by an invisible force. They stared at the falling holy monument with wide eyes, expressions of disbelief and horror, and their hearts seemed to be stirred by thousands of waves.

How could that terrifying existence who created the sacred art of "Sitting and Discussing the Tao" with his peerless style be just a mere literary talent?

How can this be? !
This is impossible!

The descent of the holy tablet was like a bolt of lightning, shocking everyone on the platform. They all looked at the arrogant figure inside the holy tablet in disbelief.

How could it be him?

They have guessed the identity of many great sages, even great scholars, but they have never guessed the identity of a mere literary talent, nor would they guess the identity of a mere literary talent.

The holy monument was originally a thousand feet high, but it gradually shrank as it descended from the Holy Sky, and finally shrunk to about ten feet, but it seemed more solid.

The texture on the stele is clearly visible.

It also exudes an awe-inspiring aura of holiness.

It descended from the Holy Heaven onto Feng Qingyan, enveloping him. It represented the foundation of the Holy Way and contained the laws of the Holy Way, making it impossible for people to look directly at it.

"T-This isn't possible!"

A disciple of the Legalist School could not believe it and stepped back, "How could a person with only a small literary talent create a sacred technique? It is definitely not him, it is definitely not him..."

"Even if you are a top gentleman, this is impossible!"

"How could he have created such a sacred art while sitting here and talking about it? There must be something wrong." Someone was so shocked that he was a little confused. He muttered, "He must have happened to be at the center, and the sacred tablet was supposed to land at the center, so it happened..."

"This is impossible!"

On the stage, countless people couldn't believe it.

How could the art of sitting and discussing the Dao be created by someone of literary talent?
Although the other party is a gentleman of the third rank, his realm is too low. He simply does not have the solid foundation, extraordinary strength, or extraordinary talent to create a sacred art.

At this time, even the Confucian disciples could not believe it.

This is too shocking.

Even the Great Benevolent Lord, when he saw the Holy Monument falling on Feng Qingyan, his eyes widened with disbelief. He originally guessed that it was the leader, or those old doctors who were hiding in the Twenty-Seven Books Mountain...

But who could have imagined that the one who created the sacred art was a person of small literary talent.

This is really hard to believe.

If Feng Qingyan was a great sage, or just a great scholar, and he created a sacred art, it would not be too shocking, and people would even take it for granted. However, Feng Qingyan is only a small literary talent now. How long has he been in the Wen Palace?
Less than half a year!
Also, how old is Feng Qingyan?
Not even twenty years old!

I am not even twenty years old yet, how many books have I read, how much learning have I done? Can I pass on any of my words to the world? Can I leave any of my merits and virtues on the earth?
In this holy world, scholars who can create a Confucian school of thought are worthy of their extraordinary talents.

Being able to create a school of Confucianism can be called a peerless talent.

At this time, even An Xiu, who had a calm face, showed a look of shock, as if he suddenly couldn't see through his own disciple. In fact, when he first saw Feng Qingyan, he felt vaguely confused.

Although it is even harder to see now, I can still see the towering mountains shrouded in clouds and mist.

Perhaps this is the reason why he exchanged his life for another's.

After An Xiu was shocked, his face was filled with relief.

With disciples like this, what more could I ask for?

"Ha ha--"

The Great Benevolent Lord laughed loudly towards the sky.

At this moment, his face was full of excitement, relief, and endless hope.

Although the person who created the sacred art was not a great Confucian sage, nor a great scholar, he was just a person of minor literary talent.

But, this is enough for a disciple of Confucianism.

Moreover, Feng Qingyan is not only a three-level gentleman, but also very young, which means that he has more potential than the great sage and has more hope of completely perfecting the sacred art.

Open the path to sainthood for the world. "How is this possible?!"

The Legalist Da Lu and the Mohist Da Mo both looked horrified.

"This is impossible! How can a person of such little talent in literature create a sacred art?" The Mohist Master shook his head in shock, still firmly believing that it was impossible. He looked at the Great Benevolent Master coldly, "This must be a conspiracy of your Confucian School!"

"conspiracy?"

The Great Benevolent Lord was stunned for a moment, then angrily said, "The Holy Monument is right in front of us, who dares to plot? Who can plot?"

"Humph, how could he be the one who created the holy art of sitting and discussing the Dao? It must be someone else." The Great Mo of the Mohist School snorted coldly, and he became more and more convinced that it was someone else. "It could even be you, the great benevolent master! You, the Confucian, dare to deceive the world in order to save a criminal who everyone wants to kill? Do you really think that people in the world can be deceived?"

When everyone on the platform heard this, they were suddenly shocked.

They all glared at the Great Benevolent Lord and the Confucian disciples, appearing extremely angry.

The person who created the sacred art was a Confucian.

However, in order to save Feng Qingyan, the Confucianists actually dropped the holy tablet from Tiansheng, making people mistakenly believe that they had created a holy technique for Feng Qingyan...

This is treating everyone in the world as fools!
"Great Lord, do you really think that everyone in the world is a fool?"

At this time, the face of the Legalist Da Lu was terribly gloomy, and his eyes fell on the Great Benevolent Master like a knife. He thought that what the Mohist Da Mo said made sense, and he didn't think that Feng Qingyan had such talent to create a sacred art.

"Ha ha--"

The Great Benevolent Lord laughed out loud again, laughing at their ignorance and stupidity!

Feng Qingyan in the holy monument, seeing how ridiculous everyone on the platform was, couldn't help but laugh out loud, still looking a little arrogant.

However, the patrol king and some ghost uncles outside the Yuntai suddenly changed their expressions.

They suddenly remembered clearly how Feng Qingyan destroyed Youdu City and how he killed millions of ghost soldiers...

"There is righteousness in heaven and earth..."

"The roc rises with the wind in one day..."

King Youxun muttered in horror, the scene in his mind becoming extremely clear.

For some reason, before the Holy Monument landed, his mind had always been filled with Feng Qingyan using the Holy Dao Law to destroy Youdu. However, he could not remember how he used it, or in what way, and even more so, he had neglected the second and third moves of the Holy Art of "Sitting and Discussing the Dao".

Perhaps Youdu was not so concerned about other sacred arts at this time.

However, Youdu was always paying attention to the sacred art of "Sitting and Discussing the Tao" and secretly looking for the person who created this sacred art.

In a world where saints live in seclusion.

If someone suddenly becomes a saint, the current balance will be immediately broken, which is something Youdu does not want to see.

"Kill him, kill him..."

In King Youxun's mind, a voice was shouting frantically. His eyes gradually became cold, emitting a terrifying murderous intent.

There is absolutely no way Feng Qingyan will stay!
Youdu will never allow anyone to open the path to sainthood again!

At this moment, a terrifying aura suddenly burst out from King Youxun's body, and he rushed towards Yuntai regardless of everything, ready to kill Feng Qingyan before everyone could react.

The path to sanctification cannot be opened!

"Haha, then let me show you how I created the sacred technique!" After Feng Qingyan laughed wildly, he shouted even more wildly to everyone on the platform.

"Humph!"

Mohist master Mo snorted coldly.

"Foolish! Do you really think you are the creator of this sacred art?" the Legalist Dalu said angrily.

When everyone on the platform heard this, they didn't know how to react for a moment, but their faces still showed disbelief and ridicule.

"The first chapter of Sitting and Discussing the Dao, the fourth move is called Swallowing the Thousand Miles Like a Tiger!"

At this moment, Feng Qingyan suddenly emitted a terrifying aura, and he shouted, "Thinking back to those days, we were armed with swords and spears, and we were as fierce as tigers that could swallow thousands of miles."

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PS: Thanks to “Zhou Han Tang Ma Sui Yue” for the reward!

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