From Yitian, the sword pressed the heavens

Chapter 133 Confucianism: I've Never Lost When I Brag
"Confucianism cultivates righteousness."

"This is similar to our sword energy. It all comes from mystery. It is impossible to explain how the grandeur of righteousness is generated. Only by knowing how to read books can we cultivate the grandeur of righteousness."

"Confucianism's words follow the law precisely because of the uniqueness of Haoran righteousness."

"Besides that, the greatest function of Haoran's righteousness is to suppress momentum, and he is actually a kind of momentum in the final analysis."

At this moment, in a gazebo of the Confucian Academy, Taoist Gushan was teaching Zhang Wuji and others about Confucian attack methods. When it came to power, the old Taoist took a special look at Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji understood that for the use of momentum, even the Gushan Taoist present was not as good as himself, because he was the only one who had comprehended the sword momentum.

"Another thing to note is that as long as they are Confucian students, they are basically talented."

"This talent is what they call it. In the common name in the world of cultivating immortals, talent is also called luck."

In the world of comprehension, there is one who majors in luck. Ziweixing's most famous luck master is Qin Shihuang. The luck of the entire Qin Empire is gathered in him alone, which is why he is strong.

For Confucianism, the strength of awe-inspiring righteousness limits the strength of their words, and the amount of talent limits their staying power.

Without the support of talent, they can't use the awe-inspiring righteousness to express their words, and there will be a strong backlash if they force them.

"To put it simply, you need to read more books to pretend to be aggressive. If you want to make this pretend to be long-lasting and mellow, you need strong luck support."

"And this good luck, at least in the Han Empire, can only be obtained through the imperial examination and being an official." Zhang Wuji smiled and summarized the introduction of Taoist Gushan.

"You're the one who talks too much!"

Taoist Gushan glared at Zhang Wuji, then grinned again and said, "However, there is some truth to what this kid said, you can experience it for yourself slowly!"

At this moment, a figure in the distance walked over very fast, seemingly slowly.

Taoist Gushan stood up and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang is here, is the competition venue ready?"

"Get ready, everyone please!" Zhang Liang still had a gentle smile on his face. Although his cultivation base was much higher than Zhang Wuji and others, he still made a gesture of invitation at this time.

Taoist Gushan bowed to Zhang Liang, then waved his hand and led Zhang Wuji and others to follow Zhang Liang to a ring venue that had already been prepared.

The surrounding seats were already full of people. Apart from a large number of Confucian disciples, two people caught Zhang Wuji's attention.

These two people were sitting in the best positions below the ring, but they were not wearing Confucian robes. The man sitting in front was wearing a four-clawed dragon robe, and behind him was a pretty woman with ordinary clothes. However, a phoenix hairpin was inserted on her head.

"This is both a dragon and a phoenix. In the Han Empire, where the etiquette is strict, I am afraid that only the Han royal family can wear it." Zhang Wuji thought to himself, thinking that this might be the prince and princess of the royal family.

While Zhang Wuji was looking at these two people, they were also looking at Zhang Wuji and others curiously.

"Brother Huang, are these people sword cultivators? They don't even have three heads and six arms!"

"Is the big box that that person is carrying behind him a sword box?"

"Imperial sister, here are all monks, don't talk nonsense, people will laugh at us if they hear it!" The man in front of him sighed helplessly.

"Hmph, I'm just curious. I haven't seen a sword repairman before, so I can't even ask?" The woman pouted, looking a little annoyed.

But soon she rolled her eyes and secretly looked at Zhang Wuji again.

"This sword repair looks the most handsome, if only I could get to know him...!"

Zhang Wuji keenly sensed that someone was peeping at him, and his eyes met the princess's as soon as he turned around.

Zhang Wuji blinked and smiled at her.

The princess blushed instantly, and hurriedly hid behind her royal brother.

"Brother Zhang, don't look at evil!" A Confucian scholar next to him said lightly, although his voice was flat, but it was unquestionable.

"These Confucian scholars are indeed more rigid than each other!" Zhang Wuji also felt bored, he was just teasing the little girl, how could this be like having an affair!
"Go!"

"Don't embarrass Xuanyuan!" After an old Confucian scholar above said something about Zhe Ye, the most exciting and long-awaited part soon came.

Confucianism and Taoism against sword cultivators, and Xuanyuan sword cultivators with the sharpest attacks in the legend, to be honest, at least on the bright side for more than 1000 years, people have rarely seen such a fighting method.

Zhang Wuji's figure flashed, and he landed on the ring with a sword energy.

Luo Yang was a little nervous opposite him, but he still stood up and said, "I'm standing on the ring."

There was a wave in the void, and Luo Yang's figure appeared opposite Zhang Wuji in a flash.

"This is really blowing the shit out of it!" Zhang Wuji grinned secretly.

"Senior Brother Zhang!" Luo Yang bowed to Zhang Wuji.

"Junior Brother Luoyang!" Zhang Wuji also smiled and cupped his hands.

"How do we play?" Zhang Wuji asked.

"Brother, why don't we discuss the Tao?" Luo Yang said.

"No way, I can only slash people with my sword, I don't know how to talk!" Zhang Wuji shook his head.

"Pfft!" The little princess below couldn't help laughing.

She suddenly discovered that she seemed to prefer sword repair to the serious and pious Confucian scholar.

"Then I have a question, can Brother Zhang answer it?" Luo Yang asked again.

"This is the beginning!"

Zhang Wuji felt the oppressive aura around him, and secretly shivered, but he also smiled unwillingly to show weakness: "I don't know how to solve puzzles, I only know how to fight!"

"You've been rambling on and on for a long time, will you fight or not?"

"I have a question, you must answer, this is the rule!" Luo Yang said seriously.

"I'm here to break the rules, take my sword!" Zhang Wuji felt impatient with the aura of righteousness around Luoyang coming to him more and more.

He opened his mouth and sprayed, and the Zangfeng sword suddenly came out of its sheath, and he slashed towards Luoyang.

"Brother Zhang's sword is deflected!" Luo Yang began to speak faster.

"Hum!" The Zangfeng sword really started to deflect, but only slightly, and stabbed towards Luoyang again.

The faces of Luo Yang in the stands below and on the ring all changed.

But this guy's reaction is not slow.

"I have a pair of invisible wings."

"Om!" The Zangfeng sword pierced through Luoyang's body, but it only pierced through an afterimage. The real Luoyang had already flown into the sky, and there was a pair of transparent wings flapping slightly behind him.

That speed was no less than Zhang Wuji Yujian's.

"You're bragging so awesome!" Zhang Wuji couldn't help but sigh again.

(End of this chapter)