Red Mansion: Incense and God Road, starting from the City God of Shenjing

Chapter 83 discusses etiquette and slaughters great scholars!
"Zi Yihou..."

"It's better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies!"

"Why is this necessary?"

An old man appeared above Bailu Academy at some point in time.

No one present, including the third realm masters, noticed it.

It clearly looks like an ordinary old man, with no spiritual power at all.

But it gives people a feeling of being integrated into the world.

With a flick of his hand, the Shinto seal was immediately fixed and suspended in the air.

"Greetings, great-grandfather!" Sun Taiwen, the headmaster of Bailu Academy, who had just been so angry and vomited blood because of Jia Cong, suddenly cheered up.

He hurriedly bowed.

"This is……"

"The fourth realm, great scholar!"

"A great scholar who has entered the Dao, with the power of heaven and earth. That's right, this is a great scholar of the fourth realm!"

"There is actually a great scholar in charge of the White Deer Academy?"

"Marquis Zi Yi is in danger today. He might die here if things go wrong."

Seeing the strange phenomenon on the old man, a third-level spiritual cultivator suddenly thought of something and his face changed abruptly.

The fourth realm!
The last recorded appearance was during the previous dynasty.

Nowadays everyone thinks that the fourth realm is just a legend.

I didn't expect it to actually appear today.

And it is hidden in Bailu Academy.

The sudden change was something no one could have expected.

……

"Who are you!"

Jia Cong's expression remained unchanged, but a dark light flashed in his eyes.

Looking coldly at the mysterious fourth-level scholar who suddenly appeared.

"It's been so long, I almost forgot his name."

"I, Sun Zhanghua, am honored to receive your respects."

The old man in the air nodded slightly and spoke.

"Marquis Zi Yi is refining his spirit at the age of nine. With such talent, it is not easy to practice."

"Why are you so aggressive and trying to make things difficult for my great-grandson?"

"I am willing to compensate Purple Robe Marquis with twenty great Confucian treasures and let this matter go. How do you think?"

Saying that, he stretched out his hand a little.

Twenty rays of precious light flew out from behind the Bailu Academy.

Falling between the two of them.

They are exactly twenty cultural treasures of great Confucian scholars.

At the same time, a murderous aura suddenly spread between heaven and earth.

"After all, a lean camel is bigger than a horse."

"He opened his mouth and said twenty great Confucian treasures."

"The Jiangnan Academy has such a profound background, it's really terrifying!"

"It all depends on what Purple Robe Marquis chooses now!"

It can be said that Sun Huazhang's move gave Jia Cong enough face, both in appearance and in substance.

It more fully reveals the heritage of Bailu Academy.

Anyone else would choose to just take the treasure and leave.

Twenty cultural treasures of great Confucian scholars.

If used properly, even on a battlefield, it can be enough to determine the direction of a war.

Not to mention placing it in the home of the powerful.

It can at least ensure wealth and prosperity for a hundred years.

But Jia Cong just burst out laughing.

"A great scholar is practicing Taoism. Are you practicing the way of loyalty and forgiveness?"

"If you start to attack as soon as you show up, I will be a little afraid. Maybe I will just retreat."

“As the sage said: Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you!”

"Think about what your Bailu Academy has done in Jiangnan over the years, and let me ask you!"

"If you attack me now, can you exert 70% of your full strength?"

"Even if you can only exert 50% of your power, it is enough to kill the Purple Robe Marquis."

Sun Huazhang realized that his true identity had been seen through, so he simply stopped trying to hide it.

His face suddenly turned gloomy.

"Fifty percent? Just you?"

"I can clearly sense the decay on your body from ten miles away."

"The fourth level scholar has a lifespan of three hundred years!"

"I have used every possible means to extend my life span for decades, and even refined the precious cultural treasures that nourished me into my body to nourish me."

"If you dare to attack in this state, you will be dead in a matter of seconds!"

"As I said, I will never put down my sword until I have slaughtered ten thousand people in Jiangnan."

"Not even one less!"

After Jia Cong finished speaking, he stretched out his hand.

The Spectral Sword was unsheathed, and thousands of sword shadows went straight for Sun Zhanghua.

"Ow!"

The sound of dragon roar is heard.

The hairpin behind her head is alive, and a blood dragon is circling up.

He came up with an attitude of fighting for his life.

……

"Has Marquis Zi Yi gone mad? A great scholar at the fourth level can use the great trend of heaven and earth to his advantage."

"Even if it goes against my will and I can only exert 50% to 60% of my strength, it will only take a short time, but it is enough to kill a third realm cultivator in an instant."

"Crazy, crazy!"

"Just for a word outside Jinling City?"

"Are you planning to take the White Deer Academy down with you?"

Everyone around me, one by one.

When he saw Jia Cong take action, he was shocked.

You should know that the difference between the fourth realm and the third realm is greater than the difference between the third realm and the second realm.

In everyone's opinion, this was clearly a situation of mutual destruction.

Even Xia Shouzhong had a bitter look on his face. The palace contained records of Sun Zhanghua, a great scholar of the previous dynasty.

It's just that no one knew he was still alive.

When Xia Shouzhong saw Sun Zhanghua appear, he had already made a plan in his mind.

He brought out the decree of Emperor Shunde to help Jia Cong defeat Sun Zhanghua.

It's just a way to vent your anger.

Who would have thought that Jia Cong would actually do what he said.

……

"How dare you! Marquis Zi Yi thinks that he can defeat me with just a half-step demon king!"

Sun Zhanghua scolded.

The majestic literary spirit rises up, as vast as a long river.

"A gentleman thinks of propriety when he moves and righteousness when he acts. He does not turn back for profit or feel guilty for righteousness."

A great scholar must comprehend the classics of the sages and break through.

When one becomes a great scholar, he has entered the Tao, and he enters the Tao through his own practice.

At this moment, the "loyalty and forgiveness" that Sun Zhanghua practiced is not convenient to use.

He then started with the words from the "Spring and Autumn Annals", which he was studying as a minor.

The vast river of literary energy has evolved into countless shadows of ancient saints and wise men, washing over here.

Jia Cong's sword energy was broken in an instant, and the Spectral Sword returned with a mournful cry.

But the goal has been achieved at this time.

Several figures flew out from the Shinto seal that no one paid attention to.

Black and white are impermanent!

Bull-headed horse noodles!

Judge Wen!
They are none other than the five ghosts and gods of the third realm.

The Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons were the weakest and fell directly to the ground together with Jia Cong's mount, Dabai.

Fight against the remaining three great scholars of Bailu Academy who are ready to help.

Judge Wen's Iron Painting and Silver Hook, together with the Black and White Impermanence, harassed Sun Huazhang.

Baochai also flew up and turned into a real dragon, running parallel to the blood dragon.

The fighting power displayed by Jia Cong at this time was exactly the same as that day outside the city of Jinling.

There are seven third-level combat forces.

Plus the Blood Dragon, a half-step demon king!
It’s a pity that the gap between the third and fourth realms is too big.

He could only be beaten back step by step and had the power to dodge.

If they didn't all have the means to move, one or two of them would have been killed by now.

Sun Zhanghua glanced at Jia Cong with a resentful look.

By refining the great scholar's treasures and turning them into nourishment within the body, one could extend one's life by eighty years.

Only fifty years have passed.

But after a cup of tea, no matter who wins or loses, I will die.

This is a murderous revenge!
It’s all because of Jia Cong!
"Flashy but not substantial, that's where resentment gathers."

"There is no better way to cultivate virtue than to nourish it, and there is no better way to eliminate evil than to wipe it out."

He simply mobilized most of the great literary energy in his body, and unleashed two Confucian and Taoist magical powers that reflected the great principles of the "Spring and Autumn Annals".

Transformed into two sword energies, one black and one green.

He went straight to Jia Cong to kill him.

But he would drag Jia Cong down with him even if he died.

"Cong'er, be careful!"

The real dragon transformed by Baochai was washed away by Sun Zhanghua's long river of literary energy.

Seeing this scene, he didn't care about his own injuries and shouted to warn.

"I've been waiting for this moment!!"

On the other hand, Jia Cong's eyes were bright, with a hint of madness flashing in them.

After all, Hongru is a being who has entered the fourth realm of Taoism.

Even if it only takes a while, the third realm cannot defeat him.

The innate gods are immortal.

But if his subordinates were killed, it would take Jia Cong a lot of time to start over.

That's why he used himself as bait, deliberately watching the fight from below and revealing his flaw to Sun Zhanghua.

The purpose was to consume most of his great literary energy.

"To restrain oneself and return to propriety is benevolence. If one restrains oneself and returns to propriety every day, the world will return to benevolence!"

"Virtue is the ground, loyalty and trustworthiness are the foundation, benevolence is the house, righteousness is the road, propriety is the door, and integrity and shame are the walls."

"Everyone does his job, and the world will be at peace!"

All the divine power was burned out, leaving almost nothing behind!
Evolve the lofty literary spirit.

A precious inkstone rose from behind Jia Cong's head.

"Imprison Yan?"

"No, that's not right... etiquette... law, there is such a thing in the world!"

This great scholar's treasure was originally one of the treasures in the collection of Bailu Academy for many years.

How could Sun Zhanghua not recognize him?

But at this moment, after Jia Cong's urging, he actually felt a completely strange feeling.

Confucianism, Taoism, and ritual governance, hereditary nobility and official positions!
The Legalists govern the world, set boundaries and stop disputes!
So conflicting.

The ancient sages and wise men also had the innovative idea of ​​integrating them.

For example, the literary sage Xunzi emphasized both ritual and punishment, and they go hand in hand!
Dong Zhongshu, a semi-sage during the Han Dynasty.

It is called "Abolish all schools of thought and respect Confucianism alone!"

In fact, it transforms Confucianism into Confucianism and incorporates the strengths of all schools of thought!
Classify the Legalists as Confucianism and Taoism.

However, the thoughts and teachings of the ancient sages could definitely not resonate with Wen Bao.

Therefore, Jia Cong took the later "Neo-Confucianism" as the basis.

Discuss "rituals and laws".

Prying out a trace of great power contained in the broken semi-saint treasure "Zhou Gong Jian" in the "Zongqiu Inkstone".

Greatly increase its power.

At this moment, strange visions appeared above Wenbao, and all kinds of living beings appeared.

Everyone performs his or her duties, creating a grand scene of world peace and harmony.

Of course, his power is not as strong as that of a living scholar, but it can resist a lingering one.

It is enough that what you do contradicts your own morality and you cannot use your full strength.

The two sharp swords transformed from Sun Zhanghua's Confucian and Taoist magical powers pierced into this strange vision.

Like being stuck in a quagmire.

After a few breaths, the strange phenomenon dissipated.

"Jia Cong, little boy..."

At this time, most of Haoran's literary energy had been consumed, dense wrinkles had appeared on his face, and most of his hair had fallen out.

Sun Zhanghua didn't care about the demeanor of a great scholar.

Staring at Jia Cong with resentment.

"Even if I can't kill you today, I will kill your confidante and make you suffer!"

Having said that, he turned his attention to Baochai who had transformed into a dragon and was fighting.

The Three Yin True Waters entangled the dragon's body, evolving into various means of killing.

Baochai's expression did not change at all.

"Do you think that I don't have any trump cards?"

There seemed to be blood dripping from the corner of Jia Cong's mouth, and he was seriously injured.

In fact, the deity's true form and Shinto appearance are intact.

It's just that I've consumed too much divine energy and I feel a little weak.

Flying in the air, two figures appeared again in the inconspicuous Shinto seal.

"Don't worry, my lord. We two brothers are coming!"

One of them had bulging eyes, fangs, a ferocious look on his face, and wore a golden hoop on his head and a red embroidered robe.

The other person looked similar to him, also wearing a tight hat, but wearing a blue robe.

What the two held in their hands.

One is a golden shackle, the other is a silver lock!
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