Confucian Cultivator Under One Person

Wang Ai narrowed his eyes and stared at Fu Yuan, revealing a fierce look: "Fu Yuan, are you going to tear my Wang family apart?"

Fu Yuan sneered, "Without the six musical notes, one cannot correct the five tones. Without rules, one cannot achieve squareness or roundness! I am a Confucian, and I value rules the most. If I can act within the rules, I will accept defeat willingly... But what did Patriarch Wang do?"

Wang Ai's expression shifted slightly, and he tapped his fingers on the armrest. He said, "The Wang family wants to marry you, but they're negotiating directly with your parents. How is that against the rules?"

Fu Yuan shook his head in disappointment and said, "The marriage is fake, but the real purpose is to get something done! Wang Ai, don't let me look down on you now! Do you think others don't know what you are planning? Do you feel proud of taking advantage of these little loopholes?

Your Wang family bears the name of an alien family, does things that are alien, and must abide by the rules of the alien world!

Rules are there, and those who are willing to follow them can follow them, and those who are unwilling to follow them can not follow them. It is all up to your own choice. When you take advantage of loopholes and jump out of the rules, it means that you can accept others not following the rules. The so-called rules have become a decoration for you!

As he spoke, Fu Yuan ripped open the cloth bag, revealing an ancient sword inside. He shouted, "Since you like to exploit loopholes in the rules, I will do the same today! Wang Ai, I'm here to kill you! If I kill you, my marriage into the Wang family will naturally be off!"

Wang Ai was furious and shouted, "How dare you!"

The aura in his body surged, and a black shadow that seemed to appear and disappear was roaring behind Wang Ai, and the violent momentum was overwhelming and pressing down on him.

Fu Yuan's pent-up righteousness burst forth, his mind and mouth working in unison as he shouted, "How dare you!"

The sound was like thunder exploding, as if the whole world was shouting the word "outrageous", like a huge bell, shaking the ears and penetrating into people's hearts.

Under the impact of the great and strong righteous spirit, the black shadow behind Wang Ai disappeared directly, and he himself trembled all over, and his momentum suddenly disappeared.

Everyone in the courtyard felt as if a mountain was pressing down on them, their internal energy was completely disordered, and their hearts were weak.

If you feel guilty, you will be discouraged.

It was too late to use Qi to fight back at this point.

As Fu Yuan roared, a righteous spirit surged, filling the world, making Fu Yuan look like the sun, impossible to look directly at.

"Your greed is at work here. You clearly covet my methods and covet my abilities. If you could ask me directly, I would still look up to you. At the very least, you could just use your methods against me. But now, you don't even dare to speak frankly. Instead, you can only beat around the bush and involve others for no reason. You act so sneakily. Do you still deserve to be called one of the Four Great Families?"

Originally, they were overwhelmed by the righteous energy, their minds were blank and their breathing was disordered. Unexpectedly, Fu Yuan started to curse directly. The righteous energy was like a huge wave, one after another, hitting everyone in the courtyard and making it difficult for them to breathe.

Many people have already fallen to the ground, feeling only thunders exploding in their hearts, making their thoughts disordered and their faces pale. With guilty hearts, they couldn't even sense the Qi in their bodies, let alone circulate Qi.

Wang Ai, who was the first to bear the brunt of the righteousness, leaned back against the back of the chair, holding the armrests tightly with both hands, his knuckles turned white, as if he could not breathe.

The young man next to him was even more exaggerated. He had endured more aftermath than others. He spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed on the ground, with black air constantly dissipating from his body.

His Qi was much more polluted than that of other people, and was mixed with resentful spirits, so it was naturally more severely restrained by the righteous Qi.

Fu Yuan took a step forward, his righteous spirit growing stronger and stronger, his whole person becoming more and more majestic, his divine power as fierce as a prison: "You old and feeble-minded person, you don't know how to hide your head and plan the rest of your life, but you come out here to pretend and show off your charm!"

The righteous spirit was like a sledgehammer, hammering down on Wang Ai's heart again and again, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. His mind went blank, and even his thoughts seemed to have stopped. Even if he had great abilities, he couldn't use them.

There was only a buzzing in my head.

"A dog with a broken spine has lived for so many years in vain. How dare you bark here when you are not upright?"

"You old thief with white hair and a gray beard, you take pleasure in seeing others in distress. You act stealthily and harbor sorrow in your heart. Your sins are grave and will be condemned by heaven and earth!"

"How dare you, you shameless fellow, insult me ​​like this!"

With every curse Fu Yuan uttered, Wang Ai's face paled, the pressure on him grew heavier, and the hammer striking his heart grew more ferocious...

at last!

Wang Ai screamed "Wow" and spat out a mouthful of blood. Just like the young man beside him, black energy was dissipating from his body. He looked at Fu Yuan with a horrified expression.

"Bah! You think you're worthy of marrying into this shabby place?"

Chapter 44 God Tu

Time goes forward to when Fu Yuan goes to the villa.

In the hotel, Fu Yuan was sorting the checked luggage that Tan Yutong had brought back, and casually handed a book to Tan Yutong.

"The Great Learning chapter of the Book of Rites?" Tan Yutong took it, glanced at it, and couldn't help laughing. "Shenghai Ancient Books Publishing House...it even has a stamp from Xinhua Bookstore...this book is quite old!"

Fu Yuan was packing his luggage and said casually, "Don't you want to learn the righteousness? This is the secret of cultivation."

Tan Yutong stroked the book, his expression uncertain as to whether to laugh or cry. He said, "I always feel that this secret book is too unorthodox."

"What else? I give you a manuscript, and you mess it up and make it short of weight?"

Fu Yuan stood up straight, holding a long cloth bag he had taken out from his luggage. After untying it, he pulled out a sword. The sword body was simple and the hilt had no gorgeous decorations. It was just a very simple ancient sword, but it shone with a cold light, giving people a feeling of being extremely agile.

He took a few sword stances and recalled the scene when Old Man Liu taught him swordsmanship. He didn't teach him well and beat him up instead... Fu Yuan couldn't help but smile.

Standing like a jade orchid, smiling like the bright moon in your arms!

Tan Yutong looked at the scene in front of her and felt extremely dazzling and intoxicated. After a while, she came to her senses and found that Fu Yuan had already put away the sword, put it back into the cloth bag, and was carrying it casually.

It looks like he plans to take it away.

Tan Yutong was stunned for a moment and said, "You plan to take the sword home... to your parents? Don't do anything stupid!"

"Are you crazy?" Fu Yuan looked at her strangely and said, "I'm a Confucian scholar after all. How could I possibly do something like patriarchal murder?"

"Then you carry a sword..."

Fu Yuan said, "The way of utmost sincerity allows for foresight! I've waited all these days precisely for this sword. I can sense that this journey will be dangerous, but with this sword, there's no danger. A gentleman hides his weapon, waiting for the right time to act."

……

Fu Yuan cursed with great enthusiasm, but his righteous spirit became more and more abundant.

When it comes to swearing, only country shrews compete to see who can swear with the dirtiest words and the loudest voices. Fu Yuan has a great aura in him, so what he is competing for is who is more right!

In the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Zhuge Liang and Wang Lang were arguing with each other, trying to see who was more reasonable and who had more courage... In the end, Zhuge Liang was more reasonable, so Wang Lang was scolded to death.

Of course, Wang Lang himself had his reasons, otherwise he would not have said before the battle that Zhuge Liang would surrender with just a few words... In the end, he was not able to scold Zhuge Liang better, and his reasons were not as strong as Zhuge Liang's.

Mencius’s principles were the greatest, so he scolded the royal family, the princes, and the hundreds of schools of thought... and finally died of old age.

That's all the verbal sparring.

This is what is happening right now. Fu Yuan's principles are great, and he comes with a righteous spirit. Wang Ai and all the other Wang family members are directly defeated and have no power to resist.

Fu Yuan held the sword and glanced at everyone in the courtyard with disdain. Finally, his gaze fell on Wang Ai's face and he said mockingly, "You are so frightened by my righteous spirit. How filthy is your heart!"

If one has a strong will, this won't happen. If one has a righteous heart and a clear conscience, then the righteous spirit won't have any effect.

I can only say that Wang Ai has too many secrets in his heart!

Wang Ai was panting heavily, his clothes stained red with blood. He wiped his mouth and stared at Fu Yuan intently, saying, "Good! Good! Good! What a righteous man!"

Fu Yuan sneered and was about to speak when his expression changed. He took a step back suddenly and raised his hand to push Fu Rong, who was standing there stupidly, away and pushed her to Fu's father and mother.

Just as Fu Yuan pushed away, a huge sword fell from the sky and slashed directly on the ground.

"boom--"

The marble floor cracked and pebbles flew.

A radiant sword, stuck in the ground, slowly dissipated...

It did not disappear immediately, but peeled off layer by layer. First, the flowing colors of the sword were peeled off, leaving behind a sword body as black as ink. Then the sword body turned into a pool of ink and spilled onto the ground.

Fu Yuan frowned and looked at him, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

At this time, Wang Ai stood up, holding a brush in his hand, his old body stood straight, and shouted coldly: "Wang family, Shen Tu!"

Behind him, several people quickly carried the young man away.

Fu Yuan ignored him and looked at the brush in Wang Ai's hand, praising him: "What a great trick! You have such a wonderful trick, but you covet other people's abilities. Are you crazy?"

Wang Ai did not answer, but directly picked up the pen, pressed it into the air, and clicked hard!

A ball of ink shot straight at Fu Yuan like an arrow, but Fu Yuan dodged it by leaning sideways. The ball hit the ground, shattering the bluestone and leaving a strong ink mark.

Wang Ai made another move, and Fu Yuan dodged again...

For a moment, Wang Ai wrote repeatedly, and Fu Yuan could only dodge in a panic, unable to fight back.

In just a moment, Fu Yuan was forced to retreat again and again, while Wang Ai was getting closer and closer. When the last stroke fell, it did not fall on Fu Yuan.

Instead, it fell at Wang Ai's own feet.

Wang Ai's previous attacks had left long or short ink marks on the ground, and now with the last stroke, all the ink marks connected with each other and finally turned into a painting.

The painting style is crude, but it is full of meaning, and the murderous intent is soaring.

Fu Yuan held the sword, and even the embarrassment he had just experienced did not move him in the slightest. He was looking at the painting on the ground with a puzzled expression.

Wang Ai shouted coldly, "Iron cavalry and icy rivers have entered my dreams! Get up!"

"Xilulu——"

The sound of horses neighing was heard, followed by a chill that swept across the entire courtyard. From the messy ground, a horse's head poked out...

Following closely was a long spear, horse hooves, horse body, and an armored knight on horseback... A knight in full armor rode out from the painting on the ground!

Another knight followed closely behind... one after another, and in just a moment, there were more than ten cavalrymen lined up in the yard, and the oppressive feeling made it almost impossible to breathe.

The Iron Cavalry is of course not real cavalry, but a painting inspired by the style of the painting. However, it is full of coldness and murderous intent, making people's hair stand on end and their scalp tingle.

Fu Yuan's expression also became serious. He changed from holding the sword with one hand to holding it with both hands. He injected righteous energy into the sword, which emitted bursts of soft hums.

"Go!" As Wang Ai pointed with his brush, the cavalry reined in their horses and charged forward.

There were only a dozen or so riders, but they charged out with the momentum of thousands of troops.

Amidst the roar, Fu Yuan was overwhelmed by the cavalry.

"Ah...brother!" Fu Rong, who had been in a daze, finally came to her senses, exclaimed in surprise, and directly grasped the handle of the sharp knife on her waist with both hands and drew the knife out.

Wang Ai glanced at her and ignored her. Several members of the Wang family stepped forward. One of them pulled Fu's father and mother away, and the rest surrounded Fu Rong. However, the sword energy was so powerful that Fu Rong was stopped in the end.

Wang Ai picked up his brush and continued to draw on the ground. One after another, cavalrymen leaped out of the ground and rushed towards the battlefield...

Suddenly, a black sword energy tore through the battlefield, slashing all the knights along the way, whether they were men or horses, and they were all cut in two...

Another black sword energy swept out, instantly clearing half of the battlefield, and flew towards Wang Ai without any hindrance.

Wang Ai had no choice but to pick up his pen to block it, but the pen broke and he retreated. He took three steps back, his chubby body swaying and his face turning pale.

The last black sword energy wrapped directly around the sword. As the sword danced, only the sword light could be seen, but no human figure. In the blink of an eye, all the knights on the battlefield were swept away...

The sword light dissipated, and Fu Yuan appeared in the same place. He looked a little disheveled, his clothes were tattered and bloodstained, but his face was full of realization.

"I see!"

Fu Yuan looked at Wang Ai with a happy expression and an excited tone, saying, "Pour your energy into the tip of the pen, use blood as ink, visualize its spirit, and write on the paper as your intention... The Wang family's divine painting is actually a Confucian magical power!"