The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

"Aura of grandeur!"

Hou Kuidong and Ni Huaiqi were surprised at the same time.

"Are you a disciple of Confucius?"

"No, I am a disciple of the Meng family." Luo Dongfu said.

"Meng family?" Hou Kuidong frowned, "Confucian disciples never participate in martial arts disputes. What do you want to do?"

"Master Xu is kind to me. If you want to touch Master Xu's people, you have to get through me first." Luo Dongfu said.

Hou Kuidong seemed to be jealous of the Meng family. He looked at each other and Ni Huaiqi and said, "Confucians don't study, but they come here to fight. Let's go quickly, don't say that we martial arts practitioners bully the scholars."

Luo Dongfu smiled faintly: "The sages have said that even if thousands of people die, I will die! It is precisely because I am a scholar that I know that things must be done, and I will have no regrets even if I die. Two masters, please come."

His words were spoken calmly and naturally, but there was a sense of pride in them. Matched with the awe-inspiring aura emanating from his body, listening to it gave people a feeling of surging blood.

Lang Yuwen couldn't help but nodded and praised secretly, this is the spirit of scholarly business!

He is also a scholar, but compared with Luo Dongfu, he feels a little ashamed. Half a lifetime has passed, and he is full of the smell of copper. He doesn't look like a scholar at all, let alone the aura of awe-inspiring people.

Even Xu Tong was surprised and found that he had underestimated Luo Dongfu in the past. Although he was regarded as a gentleman, he still didn't respect him enough. He treated him as an ordinary counselor and bodyguard. In fact, such people should be treated as "national scholars".

"Mr. Luo..."

Xu Tong shouted, wanting Luo Dongfu to retreat. It is really not a wise move for a Confucian scholar to confront two martial arts masters.

But he suddenly realized that it was too late to speak. There is a very strange quality in scholars. To put it mildly, it is called scholarly anger, but to put it worse, it is called stubborn temper and being stubborn.

Now if you ask him to come back and ask him to retreat, I'm afraid he won't retreat, because this is an insult to a Confucian scholar.

Although there are thousands of people, I will go! Why would you regret dying?

What's more, there are only two people opposite.

Luo Dongfu seemed to know what Xu Tong was going to say, and did not look back. He just said calmly: "Master Xu, thank you for taking care of me these years. I leave my wife and daughter to you."

Xu Tong's eyes trembled, knowing that Luo Dongfu was ready to die.

But he found that there was nothing he could do. Neither Luo Dongfu nor Ni Huaiqi and Hou Kuidong could be stopped.

As a generational hero and the head of the Xu family in Gusu, Xu Tong felt particularly aggrieved at this moment.

"Don't worry, Mr. Luo." Xu Tong said solemnly, "Your family is my Xu Tong's family. As long as I am still alive and as long as the Xu family in Gusu is still there, they will enjoy glory forever!"

Luo Dongfu smiled slightly, and the aura of awe in his body became even more powerful.

"Grandmaster Hou, Grandmaster Ni, which one of you comes first, or do you go together?"

Luo Dongfu's words were full of pride, as if he didn't take the two masters seriously at all.

Hou Kuidong was originally wary of him because he was a disciple of the Meng family. Now seeing how arrogant he was, he said without mercy, "Okay, then let me, a martial arts practitioner, teach you your skills outside of the Confucian temple!"

After Hou Kuidong finished speaking, he did not move. He just released his true energy, and a powerful pressure burst out from his whole body.

He intended to use the warrior's true energy to suppress the Confucian's awe-inspiring energy.

When Luo Dongfu burst out with awe-inspiring energy just now, the Pan family courtyard was filled with brightness, as if all the filth and dust in the air had been sucked away, and the sun streamed down, vast and warm. Everyone felt comfortable breathing, and there was clarity and peace between heaven and earth.

At this time, Hou Kuidong's true energy came out with great momentum, and the warrior's coercion and killing intent instantly filled the Pan family courtyard. People only feel that their chests are depressed and their breathing is difficult, as if the sky above their heads is about to collapse.

Luo Dongfu's expression changed slightly, his body shook, and his awe-inspiring energy surged again. His clothes puffed up in the absence of wind, and a small beard on his forehead also floated.

The cold murderous intention was forced back by the awe-inspiring aura. People suddenly felt relieved and their breathing became smooth again.

Hou Kuidong sneered: "Confucianism does have some skills. Unfortunately, your cultivation is not enough!"

After saying that, he took a half step forward with one foot and leaned forward slightly. The endless and coercive pressure instantly overwhelmed Haoran's aura, and the endless murderous intent reappeared. The air seemed to be filled with countless invisible cold knives. Every breath a person takes is like a knife cutting through the heart and lungs.

The vast and clear aura left only a small space with a radius of less than two meters centered on Luo Dongfu.

Facing the pressure of the Grandmaster, Luo Dongfu's breath gradually became unstable. His face gradually turned red, from red to purple, and from purple to bluish, which was a sign of insufficient Qi and blood.

Luo Dongfu knew that his cultivation was far worse than that of a martial arts master.

At this time, as long as he withdraws, he can still save himself. Relying on the reputation of the Meng family, Hou Kuidong and Ni Huaiqi would not embarrass him too much.

But as a Confucian scholar, a disciple of the Meng family and a successor of Yasheng, how could he retreat?

We all know that military generals charge into battle, but since ancient times, those who have sacrificed their lives for righteousness and sacrifice have been more literati.

Now that he has chosen to stand up, and since he has already taken care of his funeral arrangements, he has put life and death aside.

At this time, no matter what, he will not retreat.

Even if you know that you can live if you retreat, but you will die if you don't.

Luo Dongfu gritted his teeth and persisted, trembling all over, spending his whole life's cultivation, relying on his last breath to mobilize the awe-inspiring aura that exists in the nature of heaven and earth.

Hou Kuidong couldn't help but frown.

He didn't want Luo Dongfu's life, he just wanted to teach him a lesson, so as to save some face for the Qilumeng family and prevent him from becoming a mortal enemy.

But if Luo Dongfu doesn't want it himself, it will be very difficult for him.

Confucianism and martial arts are different.

Martial arts practitioners, both internal and external, all cultivate Zhen Qi. Kung Fu is truly applied to oneself, and Zhen Qi also truly exists in the body. The deeper the inner strength, the more abundant the true energy becomes.

However, the awe-inspiring aura of Confucianism cultivators exists widely between heaven and earth. It is not absorbed into the body by Confucianism. It is only through the special methods of Confucian cultivators that the body and heaven and earth can communicate and mobilize the awe-inspiring aura.

The so-called reading to nourish Qi means nourishing the Qi of heaven and earth. The highest state is the unity of heaven and man.

This is very similar to some natural schools of Taoism.

Luo Dongfu's cultivation was no match for the Grandmaster, but he refused to back down and used his last breath to hold on to the energy of heaven and earth so that it would never dissipate.

Many literati in ancient times would rather die than surrender, and used this method.

This makes it difficult for Hou Kuidong to handle.

To defeat Luo Dongfu, we can only use heavy blows instead of teaching him a lesson.

After another moment of stalemate, Ni Huaiqi next to him said dissatisfiedly: "Master Hou, since he wants to die, why do you have to be so soft? If you can't do it, why don't I do it for you."

Hou Kuidong snorted coldly: "No need!"

Then he followed up with his other foot for half a step, and his body stood straight up.

The two feet took a total of half a step forward, but this half step was as heavy as moving a mountain.

The world became dark, and the little remaining aura of awe that had been condensed exploded.

Luo Dongfu took a few steps back, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell down on his back.