Martial Arts: 10,000 times return, accept Xiaolongnu as apprentice at the beginning

"You scoundrel, I am eighty years old this year, already in my 80s, and I have seen countless arrogant people in the world, but even if all of them were added together, they are not as good as a single hair of yours!"

Su Liu just smiled slightly and said leisurely:

"I am over-flattered."

These two jokes directly broke Master Fang's decades of energy cultivation. The old man looked at Su Liu coldly with a sharp gaze and said in a deep voice:

"I can see that you are a Taoist."

"I don't know why you are here today, nor do I know what happened in the palace, but no matter what, it must have something to do with you."

"As long as we capture you, everything will be revealed."

Master Fang took a step forward, and a majestic aura emanated from his body, filling the golden palace. This aura was neither Taoist nor Buddhist, but the righteous spirit of Confucianism.

"I am no longer a minister of the imperial court, but Fang Shouren of the Confucian school. Although I don't know who you are, I cannot stop you today!"

"Go ahead!"

Looking at this old Master Fang, who had white hair and beard but was as powerful as a god, Su Liu raised his eyebrows, a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes, and he sneered:

"Old man, do you really think you are a Confucian saint? Even if the real Confucian saint Confucius was resurrected, he wouldn't dare to talk to me like this. Who do you think you are!"

Chapter 587 The two-sleeved green snake is very courageous!

When these words were spoken, the whole audience was shocked.

In this era, what Su Liu said was truly outrageous.

Who is Confucius? .

He is the chief among all schools of thought, the eternal Confucian saint!

The most holy teacher who must be worshipped by all scholars in the world!

It is no exaggeration to say that Confucius' status in the eyes of scholars all over the world is even higher than that of the emperor.

Su Liuxian was extremely disrespectful to the emperor, and now he is even insulting the Confucian sage.

This time, Master Fang was completely enraged.

"The thief who rebelled against Tiangang!"

"If I don't teach you today, all these years of studying sage books will be in vain!"

Before he finished speaking, Mr. Shouren, who was famous for his courtesy and respect for morality, was so angry that he no longer cared about the so-called etiquette. He just recited the mantra and pointed at Su Liu.

hum~

It has to be said that the martial arts of this old Master Fang has indeed reached an extremely high level, and his martial arts skills are even not inferior to those of the Iron-Hearted Divine Marquis Zhu Wusi.

At this moment, he just pointed his finger, and the vast and righteous energy like the ocean whizzed out from his fingertips, gathering into a pure white finger force of more than several feet long. It seemed to be covered with densely packed words, which were lines of Confucian classics imprinted with divine thoughts.

"One Heart Finger!"

As Master Fang shouted, pure white finger force quickly crossed the void, carrying a solemn and righteous aura, and whistled towards Su Liu.

This move is second only to this in power.

What is even more difficult to deal with is the kind of righteous energy mixed in the true energy.

This is not only an attack on the body, but also a means of deterrence against the soul. Even for opponents who are in the same realm of immortals on land, this kind of righteous energy is an extremely difficult and clever method.

It's a pity that the opponent that Master Fang met today was a peerless monster who had even been killed by celestial beings. He didn't even take his righteous character seriously.

Just as Su Liu himself said.

If he were facing the Confucian saint Confucius, he might be able to muster some interest, but this so-called half-saint Master Fang was indeed not worthy of his attention.

At most, it is just a stronger ant.

Seeing the opponent's finger force whizzing towards him like a meteor, Su Liu was not in a hurry, and did not even think of attacking. He just sighed softly and said faintly:

"I have always respected the old and loved the young, and I really don't want to attack the elderly."

"But if you insist on pestering me, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Before he finished speaking, and without seeing Su Liu making any movement, a bright green light whizzed out from his sleeves, like a green snake passing through the air, and instantly strangled the whistling finger force!

Su Liu didn't even move, and he easily resolved Master Fang's attack. His nonchalant attitude made it seem as if nothing had happened.

In the morning I travel to Beihai and in the evening I travel to Cangwu, with a green snake in my sleeve, showing my courage.

What Su Liu just displayed was the Two Sleeves of Green Snakes!

In the face of this proud sword move of the one-armed old sword god, forget about talking about righteousness and righteousness or Confucianism, it's all bullshit!

No matter how many methods or ways you have, I can cut them off with one sword!

Su Liu stood with his hands behind his back, the wide sleeves of his Taoist robe trembling slightly, as if several pale blue dragons were swimming in it. His eyes were calm and he said leisurely:

"Old Master, do you have any other skills?"

Chapter 588 The Six Arts of Confucianism and the Three Swords of Confucius!

At this moment, after seeing Su Liu's methods.

Even Master Fang, who was very good at Qigong, could not help but be moved, but he was a Confucian master after all, so he remained calm and just sighed:

"Your Excellency, it's a good idea."

"I never thought that there would be a hero like you in the Dao Sect, but your character is not right. The greater your ability, the greater the harm you will cause!"

After saying this, Master Fang's gaze became more solemn, and his slightly old hands, without him noticing, had already grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist.

As a pure Confucian scholar.

Master Fang is not just a mere scholar, but a great Confucian master who is proficient in the six arts of Confucianism and carries a sword with him all year round. He is a true worldly Confucian.

For Confucians, the Six Arts of Confucianism, namely rites, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy and mathematics, are skills that every Confucian disciple must master.

In addition to the six arts of Confucianism, swordsmanship is also an important practice in the six arts of Confucianism.

Fang Shouren is a master in this field.

Few people know that this old Master Fang is not only a semi-saint of Confucianism, but also a great master of swordsmanship. His swordsmanship is not even inferior to Xue Yiren, Yan Shisan and other top swordsmanship masters.

At this moment, the old scholar held a sword in his hand, and his momentum changed instantly.

The originally calm temperament suddenly became like a vast ocean. Beneath the seemingly calm surface, a storm was actually brewing.

"You can't fight here, how about we go outside the hall and fight?" Old Master Fang's face was as gloomy as water. He held the hilt of the sword, staring at Su Liu intently, and spoke word by word.

Su Liu smiled slightly, not knowing whether it was okay or not.

"If you're interested, I can show you a few moves, but I'm afraid your old arms and legs can't stand it. Be careful and you might die."

Facing Su Liu's ridicule, Fang Shouren remained calm and proved his will with his actions. His figure flashed and he disappeared in the Golden Palace in an instant. It was obvious that he had rushed to the battlefield outside the palace.

"This old scholar is quite anxious. Is he in a hurry to reincarnate?"

Su Liu shook his head, and then his figure turned into a wisp of breeze, and disappeared on the spot. As if following him like a shadow, he also came to the outside of the palace.

All the ministers hurried to the outside of the palace, anxiously wanting to watch this battle that concerned their life and death, and even their future destiny.

Even the Ninth Princess tiptoed and came out of the palace under the protection of Shao Siming.

However, the little princess's eyes were always focused on Su Liu, as if all her attention was attracted by this gentleman and her eyes could no longer accommodate anyone else.

Obviously, the little princess now regards Su Liu as her only relative.

At this moment, after arriving outside the hall, Fang Shouren finally drew out the long sword at his waist. A crisp sword sound suddenly rang out, as clear and pleasant as the strings of a piano.

The magic sword in his hand is no ordinary item, but has a great origin. It is one of the famous "Three Swords of Confucius" and one of the genuine swords used by the Confucian sage in the past.

Its name is "Xiao Lian", and Confucius commented on it as follows:

In the daytime, one can see the shadow but not the light; in the night, one can see the square but not the shape. When it touches an object, it passes by it recklessly, being invincible without bloodshed, hence the name Xiao Lian.

Although this sword has not been listed among the top ten famous swords, its grade is no less than any other divine sword, and it is even more precious than the top ten famous swords! .

Chapter 589 This traitor is actually the leader of the Taoist sect! ?

He even wields the Xiaolian Sword, one of the three swords of Kong Zhou. It seems that Mr. Shouren's status in Confucianism is truly extraordinary, probably no less than Zhang Sanfeng's status in Taoism, almost equal to the leader.

Su Liu's eyes narrowed slightly, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he said with a smile:

"Xiao Lianjian?"

"It seems that your status in Confucianism is quite high."

"But, do you recognize the sword in the Taoist's hand?"

Before he finished speaking, a dragon roar was heard suddenly. At some point, a strange sword appeared in Su Liu's hand.

The sword has a slender body and is ink-black in color. It is neither gold, iron nor wood, but seems to be made of ink jade. The hilt of the sword cleverly presents a purple Tai Chi diagram.

This sword is exactly the sword wielded by the Taoist leaders of all generations - Xue Ji.

In comparison, the status of this sword is even higher than the Xiao Lian in Master Fang's hand. After all, Xue Ji is a divine sword that can only be wielded by the Taoist leaders of all generations, and it is also a token of command for Taoists all over the world.

Upon seeing the sword, Fang Shouren's eyes suddenly widened, and a rare look of shock appeared in his cloudy old eyes. He exclaimed in disbelief:

"This sword of yours... could it be Xue Ji!?"

As one of the most prominent schools of thought among the Hundred Schools of Thought, the struggle between Confucianism and Taoism has a long history. Since Confucius and Laozi discussed Taoism, it has a history of nearly a hundred years.

As a prominent figure in Confucianism, Fang Shouren naturally recognized Xue Ji's appearance. He knew very well that this sword had always been wielded by the leaders of Taoism.

In an instant, Master Fang's heart was filled with turbulent waves.

Although he had suspected that Su Liu was a Taoist, he never imagined that Su Liu would be the Taoist leader in this area.

This...this is too bizarre!

Didn't Taoism split into the Heaven Sect and the Human Sect a long time ago, fighting each other for decades? Why did a new Taoist leader emerge?

Could it be that this little demon has completely unified the Tian Sect and the Ren Sect?

What made Fang Shouren even more puzzled was that if the man in front of him was the leader of Taoism, why did he suddenly appear in the Golden Palace and start by saying that he wanted to make the Ninth Princess the new emperor?

Could it be that the Taoist sect was involved in this rebellion?

A series of questions popped up in Master Fang's mind one after another, but at this moment, he had no time to think about it any more.

Because the Xue Ji sword in Su Liu's hand had already been unsheathed.

"Old man, I don't want to draw my sword."

I saw a Taoist in white standing there holding a sword, an indescribable coldness emanating from him, as if he was white clouds falling from the sky, or a trace of worldly air.

"It's just that I am a Taoist, and I have met a Confucian enemy like you. I have to see your Confucian swordsmanship, right?"

"Old Master, please don't let me down."

Su Liu smiled slightly, with a faint arc at the corner of his mouth. His white jade-like fingertips gently brushed across the sword blade. He looked at the white-haired old scholar opposite him with a playful look, and said with a smile:

"Haha, don't accuse me of not respecting the elderly and loving the young."

"Draw your sword. I'll give you a chance. If your sword can touch the edge of my clothes, I will lose the competition today. How do you think?"

Chapter 590: Sword skills are unparalleled, and there is a green dragon in the sleeve!

This is no longer a mockery, it is simply a humiliation.

As a prominent figure in contemporary Confucianism, Fang Shouren is naturally proud. Now that he is insulted in public by a young man, no matter how well-educated he is, it is unbearable.

"You bastard, even if you are truly the leader of the Taoist sect today, you are not qualified to speak to me like this. Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your master!"

The words have not yet fallen.

Choking!

Along with a long whistle, a clear sword sound suddenly rang out, and the sword light on the Xiaolian sword in Fang Shouren's hand flashed, like a flash of lightning across the void, heading straight for Su Liu.

fast!

Extremely fast!

Different from the ghostly and strange speed of the Exorcism Sword Technique.

Fang Shouren's sword was magnificent and upright, fully displaying the essence of Confucian swordsmanship. It was as fast as lightning and attacked Su Liu with the force of thunder and lightning.

What is even more rare is that while the sword is drawn as fast as lightning, the dazzling sword edge still carries a sense of heaviness, and as the sword energy surges, it condenses an aggressive momentum.

This is the "sword momentum" that every sword practitioner dreams of.

And Fang Shouren's sword moves are exactly the ideas in the books of Confucian sages, and vaguely reveal a spirit of taking on responsibilities and daring to be the first in the world. It is truly amazing!