Signing Into Immortal Martial World - Chapter 132

“Who is the number one in the week, I think people in the world will know soon.”

Feng Xingkong looked up at the sky above, and the two figures facing each other couldn’t help but feel excited.

This is the battle for the top leader of the Weekly Ranking!

Cloud on the left end.

Shangyin Xue Gong Si Ye, the future will take over the place of wine sacrifice, Confucianism is the best.

This person has three in and three out of books, and he not only sits firmly at the top of Zhou Tian’s list.

There is also hope to enter the holy temple and win the title of Confucianism in the world.

Its limelight, its reputation.

It can be said to be the leader of China, and no one can beat it.

Well-deserved number one in the world!

And the emperor of the Great Zhou who rose like a comet is also extraordinary.

In the battle of Xishan, the giants of the magic gate and the six great masters were killed between the palms.

Under the imperial city today, the two shocked the world once again, and the name is known as the Ninth Realm of the Divine State.

Breaking into the thunder pond alone, shaking the gods with one hand.

Its demeanor and strength are no worse than the Zuo Duan Yun of Shangyin Academy.

Undoubtedly, every opponent is evenly matched.

“Thinking about it this way, the people killed by the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty turned out to be masters of the great master level.”

Feng Xingkong suddenly paid attention to a detail, his eyes condensed slightly, his face solemn.

How many mortal realm ninefolds are there every hundred years in the world?

It’s only a number of thirty or forty.

“The great congenital master who died in this majesty is almost two-handed.”

The Hunyuan Taoist Master couldn’t help taking a breath, and secretly said a terrible cry.

Both eyes stared at the sky, two figures occupying half of the country.

It seems to be looking forward to an unprecedented, unprecedented, earth-shattering battle.

“Today’s three sacred places, two people in a row, what about Zuo Siye?”

Zhao Mu, who stood with a gun, swept his eyes to the left end cloud, who had never said a word.

This Mr. Si Ye of Shangyin Academy, even if he saw Wu Yazi and Budai monk smashed into the sand, he was defeated.

He didn’t show any emotions, or even thought of making a move.

Some are unpredictable.

“His Majesty the right talent fought with them. It is difficult to find someone who can compare with them when it comes to the depth of their savings and the depth of true energy.”

“In the fight for the leader of the martial arts, Zuo knows he is not an opponent, so he wants to fight with your Majesty.”

At the left end, the cloud wore a green shirt, with a spring and autumn print on the waist.

The temperament is refined and the smile is gentle.

From the tone of voice, there is no sense of hostility, but it is like inviting a friend to talk and taste tea.

Relaxed and elegant, like a spring breeze.

“This is the root of the talent of Confucian gentlemen? Jin Shengyuzhen?”

Zhao Mu’s eyes flickered, and asked with a faint smile.

The Zuo Siye of the Shangyin Academy is surrounded by fresh air in every word and deed.

The sound is like a golden jade percussion, crisp and melodious, making people comfortable.

Obviously Yang Haoran’s anger has reached a certain level, and the fundamental talent that has appeared.

“Your Majesty is erudite, he even knows the 72 roots of Confucianism.”

The cloud on the left end was also open and upright, and generously admitted.

“Read more miscellaneous books.”

“The Confucian school is good at raising awe-inspiring spirit, and there are eight kinds of the most fundamental.”

“Wenqu and stars move, golden sound and jade vibrate, thunder and holy sound, paper-born clouds and smoke, righteousness lasts forever…”

“I don’t know how many kinds of Zuo Siye are there?”

Zhao Mu put away the big spear, how keen he is.

Naturally, he could sense whether this Shangyin School Secretary Ye had any intention to kill.

Everyone in the world wants to see themselves vying with Zuo Duanyun, competing against each other, and deciding the outcome.

Zhao Mu himself disagrees.

Who is invincible in Zhou Tian?

The answer will be revealed sooner or later.

Why should he be recognized by the Holy Land for his strength?

For a list of the arena arranged by the Shangyin Academy, he fought with others.

That’s stupid.

“Your Majesty, Zuo has five types of uppermost root bones, three middle-grade root bones, and one inferior root bone.”

The left cloud said truthfully.

“It’s no wonder that he is the most important contemporary heir to the Shangyin Academy, and hopes to be the world’s Confucian leader in the future.”

Zhao Mu nodded.

One person has nine Confucian roots.

This should be placed in the ancient times, at least it is also the seed of a wise man and gentleman.

“Zuo Siye wants to fight with Wen Wen? Is he going to argue with his tongue? Or is he chanting poems and composing fus to compete for talent?”

The dungon dragon robe floated fiercely, and the indifferent voice spread high into the sky.

“Your Majesty, please go to Spring and Autumn with me.”

At the left end, Yun bowed his hands in a salute, and hung the delicate jade seal inscribed with the words “Sorrowful Spring and Sad Autumn” on his waist, shaking it a few times.

The void trembles like the door opens.

The Zuo Siye of the Shangyin Academy, his aura hangs like a river.

Like the scorching sun, bursts of brilliant glow.

Stabbing everyone’s eyes narrowed, it is difficult to see the situation.

After a while, there was no one in the sky.

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“Your Majesty came in so generously, is not afraid that I will set ambush secretly and set a trap?”

The clouds on the left end sit on a mountain top, surrounded by rivers at the foot, and white clouds gather and scattered above the head.

“My martial arts are a bit more diligent, and I want to find a sharpening stone to strengthen myself.”

Suddenly, when he came to the other world, Zhao Mu didn’t appear panicked, and smiled slightly:

“There may be few innate great masters in the world who can block one of my fists, one sword, and one sword without dying.”

“If Zuo Siye has a bad intention, it’s best, nothing more than another fight.”

In the indifferent words, full of pride.

In the Middle-earth Divine Continent, apart from this extremely young Da Zhou emperor, it is estimated that no one would dare to speak such arrogant words.

Zhao Mu stood on the top of another mountain eight hundred miles away, and sat on the ground in a way of learning.

This small world, except that there is no big sun and no stars above the head, it cannot sense the power of the heavens and the earth, and it is no different from the outside world.

“This is the Spring and Autumn Cave, a small world created by Da Neng in ancient times.”

The left side cloud introduced.

“According to legend, at that time, the Confucian Taoism prospered, a hundred schools of thought contended, immortal Buddhas, sages, and enlightenment powers emerged endlessly.

Zhao Mu’s eyes moved together, letting go.

As if flying into the sky, overlooking the cave sky.

“About the size of a state.”

“It deserves to be a holy place for the complete inheritance of the ancient Taoism, with a rich heritage and numerous treasures.”

The emperor Da Zhou sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain had many thoughts flashing through his mind.

He looked at Zuo Duanyun eight hundred miles away, and said lightly:

“How do you want to fight?”

With an elegant blue shirt and a gentle temperament, Mr. Si Ye put on a smile on his face.

The sound shook the world and was audible everywhere.

“The so-called literary fight means mutual questioning and answering, mutual prosecution of ideas, and mutual discussion of avenues.”

“Zuo is not a talent, there are nine questions in total, I would like to ask your majesty to answer.”

“Where is the sky? How is the earth? What is the life? How is the old man afraid? What is the pain of death? What is the love? What is the common people…”

Every question from Zuo Duanyun was like a rumble of thunder, shaking the fields.

It seems that the world resonates, blessing vigorously, and hitting the mind directly.

Zhao Mu’s eyes converged, seeming to think, seeming to consider.

After a while, he slowly said:

“Zuo Siye has nine questions, but I only have one question, called’Tian Wen’.”

“At the beginning of ancient times, who preached?”

“The upper and lower parts are not visible, why do you consider it?”

“Ming Zhao is dark, who can be the best?”

“Feng Yi is like an image, how can I know it?”

“It’s bright and dark, but what’s the time?”

“Yin and Yang triad, what is the basis for it?”

“…”

Said it was a question, but it started with the separation of heaven and earth, the change of yin and yang, and the sun, moon and stars.

Going to myths and legends, the sages are fierce and stubborn, and the rise and fall of the chaos.

It is like a magnificent picture scroll slowly spreading out, thought-provoking, magnificent and magnificent~www.mtlnovel.com~ I asked this question and answered Zuo Siye’s nine questions. I wonder if it is feasible? “

With every word of Zhao Mu, the mountains and rivers echoed, and the spirit surging.

It seems that smallpox is condensing and falling, and it seems that golden lotus is emerging.

Like a fairy Buddha preaching!

Visions are endless!

“Your Majesty’s “Heavenly Questions” is a superb essay! It can be said to be a poem that has never been seen forever!”

Zuo Duan Yuan no longer had any confidence in his face, instead he showed a wry smile.

He felt that throwing out such major events as changes in the world, life and death, and human nature was enough to make Zhao Mu unable to answer and it was difficult to understand.

But I don’t want the other person to ask each other, and I am embarrassed.

At the beginning of ancient times, who preached?

How majestic and majestic this is!

As soon as this question came out, Zuo Duanyuan knew that he had lost a lot, and there was no chance.

“I lost this round. Please ask your Majesty to ask questions.”

Zhao Mu still had a calm face, he was silent a little, and then asked:

“I want to know, what is Zuo Siye going to do?”

“Why did you come to watch the ceremony in the imperial city?”

Zuo Duanyun is not surprised, it seems that there is an early draft.

His eyes were shining slightly, and he said straightforwardly:

“Zuo Mou came for the Great Zhou Dynasty, for the Shenzhou world, and also for this thousand years and ten thousand years to come!”

“I can’t save myself when I die, so I let Wu Yazi and Budai monk die.”

“I’m on the battlefield, but I watch from the sidelines.”

“I just want to face your Majesty and say eight words.”

“Zuo Mou wants to establish the emperor’s learning!”

Zhao Mu’s eyebrows moved slightly, his eyes real, and he shot at the upright young scholar.

“What is the study of the emperor?”

Ben came here, and the question and answer was over.

But the left side cloud still knows everything, saying loudly:

“Stop a hundred schools and respect Confucianism!”

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