Confucian Cultivator Under One Person

Immediately afterwards, a faint sound of sword chanting came from the phone.

Then there was silence.

Fu Yuan's calm voice reached everyone in the room through the phone: "He's dead."

Ren Fei was stunned and looked over subconsciously.

The woman opposite was also stunned and sat up in disbelief.

Seeing her reaction, Ren Fei suddenly burst out laughing: "What a great sword! What's so special about it?"

Fu Yuan said, "The sword is called Ding Fengbo, and the sword technique is Haoran Lijian."

"It's a chance for me to see it."

"it is good."

The phone hangs up.

Ren Fei looked at the woman opposite with a very happy expression.

"Everyone get out!"

The woman's facial expression was almost out of control, but the words were still lingering in her mind: He came, he took action, and he died.

And then there was the sword chant, which seemed to fall from the sky, cutting through all her pride!

Even though the world of extraordinary people was making quite a commotion, at their level, it was not as interesting as the quarrels among the village aunties.

As for the four major families in the alien world, they are not worth mentioning in the eyes of these real families.

Not to mention the strange Chen Duo. Although no one knows by whom she got on the list, she was lucky enough to be on that list. If she was the old Taoist priest from the Taoist Temple, she would be worthy of their attention.

Who is Chen Duo? Just kill him.

If you fail, send the strongest one to avoid the routine of fighting monsters and upgrading layer by layer.

But this result... is really unexpected!

The woman's expression changed, and she gradually calmed down. She lay back on the sofa, thinking, and suddenly laughed: "Fu Yuan, that's interesting!"

Ren Fei put away her phone, stood up, and said, "It's over now, and I should leave. There are still a lot of things waiting for me to deal with over there."

The woman glanced at her and said, "What about the old Heavenly Master? He's only a top-notch swordsman in the alien world, but...this Fu Yuan can be considered the best swordsman in the capital!"

Ren Fei frowned and stared at the woman. After a moment, he said, "Praise to death?"

"What's a good title? The world's greatest swordsman? Confucian swordsman?"

Chapter 111 Yang Gang

Fate is not that you meet someone in a certain place, but that you have to meet someone, so you go to that place.

People who are destined to be together will still meet each other even if they are thousands of miles apart. If the fate is over, it will be difficult to meet each other even if they live in the same city.

Fu Yuan and Chen Duo seemed to have run out of fate with strange people. They traveled everywhere and hung out with people. After so many days of playing, they didn't even meet a strange person except for that assassination.

Then I met the second one today.

However, the man came with bad intentions and attacked right away, so Fu Yuan didn't show any mercy and killed him with one sword.

As for the Zhao family that Ren Fei mentioned, Fu Yuan didn't take it to heart, because as he studied An Lingling's spiritual method, he increasingly felt something mysterious.

Dharma exists not only in heaven and earth, but also in the human world.

At its most basic level, law is a kind of law. When law enforcers enforce the law, they are, to a certain extent, exercising a kind of spiritual law.

The only difference is that the medium is not spiritual power, but pistols, handcuffs, police uniforms, badges... and so on.

Spiritual law is the law of humanity!

Not long after killing that man, a law enforcement officer stopped Fu Yuan and Chen Duo: "Fu Yuan, I received a report that you have committed murder. You need to come back to the bureau with me for investigation."

Fu Yuan's voice was calm: "Is there any evidence?"

The law enforcer was a burly man, his uniform bulging with muscle. He smiled, a smile that was somewhat sinister: "You and I both know that there are people behind this. This is a contest of power, not strength. You can escape, but at your own risk. Of course, if you don't escape, once you get in there, you won't have a say."

Fu Yuan grabbed Chen Duo, who was about to take action, thought for a moment, and said, "Okay, I'll go with you."

The law enforcer pulled out handcuffs from his waist and said, "She has to go too."

Fu Yuan lowered his outstretched hand, sighed, and said, "Why are you being so aggressive?"

The law enforcer said righteously, "Perhaps, she is your accomplice."

Fu Yuan raised his head, his eyes sharp: "Do you know why I surrendered?"

The law enforcer subconsciously turned his head and dodged his gaze, then reacted immediately and stepped forward with a somewhat annoyed look: "If you have anything to say, come back to the bureau with me!"

Fu Yuan stood there, but gave people a feeling of sudden relaxation.

It’s like a person who was originally hunched over, but suddenly stood up straight, raised his head, and puffed out his chest, and the whole person suddenly became extremely majestic.

This is the beginning of the emergence of righteousness.

The law enforcer paused in his steps, feeling uncertain and uneasy.

Fu Yuan said coldly: "If you really suspect that I have done something to hurt others and don't trust me, I don't blame you, because you are enforcing the law, and I abide by the law and understand reason!"

The law enforcer heard it, but it was like thunder exploding in his heart, making his scalp numb.

Fu Yuan stepped forward, raised his hand to hold the clothes on the law enforcer, and said, "But if you have other intentions, then you don't deserve to wear this clothes!

The clothes you wear, the police uniform on your clothes, are not a shield or cover for your personal selfishness. You must think clearly about what you are doing!

In the eyes of the law enforcer, the police uniform on his body suddenly burst into golden flames, and the flames burned fiercely on the clothes.

The law enforcer was suddenly horrified and began to slap his hands frantically. His hand, which originally looked intact, suddenly began to emit black smoke and began to burn.

My throat felt dry, as if I hadn't drunk any water. I couldn't even scream, and my coughs were full of sparks and smoke...

"What's wrong with him?" Chen Duo asked curiously. In her eyes, the law enforcer suddenly slapped his body for no apparent reason, his face twisted and his eyes full of fear.

Fu Yuan said: "He has a guilty conscience and is afraid."

As he said this, he pushed the law enforcer.

The law enforcer stumbled back, only to realize that the flames on his body had gone out. However, the feeling of being burned by the flames was deeply engraved in his heart. He looked at Fu Yuan in horror: "What did you do? Did you use force on me?"

The voice was hoarse, weak, and full of fear.

Fu Yuan shook his head and said, "Ghosts are afraid of sunlight. You have a guilty conscience, but the clothes you wear represent the beliefs recognized by countless people. They are the supreme yang energy of humanity. Those who do not have the law in their hearts cannot enforce it. Those who do not have corresponding beliefs cannot wear this supreme yang energy of humanity... You are simply burned by the law of humanity represented by this clothes."

The combination of the great righteousness and the spiritual power of humanity has an unexpectedly good effect!

The law enforcer looked at Fu Yuan warily, wanting to take action but not having the courage.

Fu Yuan said: "I am sensible and law-abiding, but you enforce the law out of selfishness. You can't catch me. No matter who enforces the law, as long as they don't have the law in their hearts and the corresponding beliefs, when facing my righteous spirit, they will be burned by the humane Yang Gang and will not be able to enforce the law against me!

The power is indeed great, but it cannot enforce the law. No matter how great it is, it cannot overpower me. You can pass this on to the people behind you."

The great thing about power is that it can use the law to pressure others from a righteous perspective. If you are told that you have broken the law, then you have broken the law. You can define "law" and "reason" according to your own wishes and enforce the law with violence.

It is said that "when a scholar meets a soldier, he cannot explain his reason clearly". Soldiers represent the greatest violence. What Confucianism fears most is unreasonable violence.

Confucianism can also learn violence, but the violence of one person can never defeat the violence of a country.

The spiritual method made up for Fu Yuan's shortcomings and gave him the confidence to fight against the powerful.

The law enforcers retreated with fear on their faces.

In the next few days, no one came to disturb the two of them.

Hearing that the old Taoist priest was going to have a decisive battle with Quan Xing on the Xilin grassland, Chen Duo dragged Fu Yuan to watch the show without hesitation.

……

In a villa in Beijing, a quiet woman was sitting on the windowsill, leaning against the huge French window, reading a book.

Another woman walked in quietly and pressed a document on the book, blocking the quiet woman's view.

"Zhao Ying, what are you doing here?" The quiet woman raised her head and said, "I heard that both Zhao Xuan'an and Zhao Xuanren, brothers of your Zhao family, were killed?"

Zhao Ying sat on the sofa and said, "Well, that idiot at home asked Zhao Xuanren to kill a strange person named Chen Duo, but he was killed in the street. Ren Fei even came to find me for this."

The quiet woman thought for a moment and said, "Given your personality, you wouldn't give Ren Fei face and would definitely send someone to kill the murderer. You sent Zhao Xuan'an, but he also died at his hands...Ren Fei followed the path of the alien world. Could the alien who could kill Zhao Xuan'an be the old Heavenly Master?"

Zhao Ying said, "It wasn't the old Heavenly Master, but a young man named Fu Yuan, a Confucian cultivator. He killed Zhao Xuan'an with one sword strike."

The quiet woman frowned slightly. "When did such a person appear in the alien world? Even a Confucian cultivator couldn't kill him with just swordsmanship."

Zhao Ying gestured and said, "The relevant investigation is all there. Take a look and help me analyze it."

The quiet woman opened the file bag, looked at it for a moment, and said, "So he also practiced spiritual techniques... If he practiced Confucianism alone, you could say he had amazing understanding, a clear mind, and a strong will, but who taught him spiritual techniques?"

Zhao Ying sneered, "You ask me? I already suspect you taught me that."

The quiet woman looked at the document in her hand, pondering, and said, "Haoran's intention makes people feel sad, and spiritual magic draws the law enforcement yang energy, which burns the heart... Such methods cannot be taught, they can only be realized by oneself!"

"Can't An Lingling teach me?"

The quiet woman shook her head: "I want to meet this Fu Yuan!"

Chapter 112 The Essence of Self-Restraint

"You want to see Fu Yuan?"

Zhao Ying was a little surprised and puzzled, and asked, "You never get up early unless it's beneficial, so why would you want to see him for no reason?"

The quiet woman said frankly: "I like him."

Zhao Ying was stunned for a moment, then reacted and sneered, "You want him to work for you? Don't dream. How could a Confucian who has reached his level of cultivation be tempted by fame and fortune? Are you trying to seduce him?"

As she spoke, Zhao Ying deliberately looked him up and down with a provocative gaze, saying, "In terms of figure, appearance, and family background, I'm not inferior to you. If you can seduce me, I can naturally seduce you. After all... I have much more experience than you!"

Despite such a revealing topic, the quiet woman remained calm and said, "Confucianism is about self-discipline and self-cultivation. If one cannot even control one's desires, then one is unworthy of being called a Confucian."

Zhao Ying nodded in agreement: "I think so. If that's the case, how do you plan to win him over? Don't tell me about love affairs, we don't have that!"

The quiet woman stood up, her black hair hanging down in front of her chest. Although her white sweatshirt did not reveal her figure, her slender neck and her mutton-fat earlobes showed that she must be very petite and fair.

She opened the French window, looked out at the scenery, and said, "You don't understand Confucianism. Confucianism is essentially about cultivating desire!"

A gust of wind blew in from inside, causing her clothes to cling to her body, revealing her petite but very well-proportioned figure: "The essence of Confucian self-discipline and self-cultivation is to restrain all kinds of desires.