Then, he died in the hands of Tianzong Xuanqingzi, which brought great disaster to Confucianism. His master, Duzi, died. There are also Confucian disciples involved in the matter.

It's nothing more than what the disciples of the six veins did. Even so, but... In Qin Guo's heart, in Qin Wang Yingzheng's heart, this account must also be settled on his own head.

About to go on a long journey, due to age and Confucian internal troubles, his expression was a little dignified, and he looked at his uncle again. If he wants to do this, he must have his uncle's help.

"Be the best!"

Xun Kuang nodded and commented.

300 years ago, the Taoist struggle between heaven and man weakened the strength of Taoism!

More than a hundred years ago, the Mohist school was three-pointed, which made the Mohist school, which is known for its learning, very weak now!

In recent years, within the farmhouse, there have been six battles, which may lead to disaster sooner or later!

The same is true within Confucianism. It is good that Fu Nian can realize this, but... there is a limit to what I can do.

"If you want to hide, you must strengthen it; if you want to be weak, you must strengthen it; if you want to destroy it, you must strengthen it."

"Uncle, Fu Nian's trip to Xianyang will last for a year or a half, and the long battle between Qin and Zhao will end. Confucianism... just hope that there will be no chaos!"

Fu Nian slowly stood upright, speaking the words of Taoism, speaking with great righteousness, since the master has given him the courage of Confucianism, then he cannot live up to the trust of the master.

Those branch factions of Confucianism should also be completely weakened, and even terminated, until it is impossible to endanger the core origin of Confucianism.

After I left, the authority in Little Sage's Manor would be dispersed, and those people would not let it go, but... with my uncle sitting in charge, I felt at ease, and my uncle's seniority was enough to stabilize the overall situation.

When I return from Xianyang, I will settle them one by one.

"Fu Nian."

"You have a plan in mind."

Xun Kuang said helplessly, he thought that with Fu Nian's in-depth control of Confucianism, he would be much more relaxed, but he never thought that now there is a big trouble, although he is not afraid of trouble.

But trouble is always a nuisance.

"Uncle, please rest assured."

With a slight smile on Fu Nian's face, he cupped his hands and bowed again.

"Ah."

Xun Kuang spoke lightly.

Not long after, Fu Nian got up from behind the table, bowed, and left.

"Let Yan Lu and Zifang come here."

Seeing Fu Nian walking away slowly, Xun Kuang thought for a long time, then waved his hand, and the boy who was cooking tea came up to him, and gave a command in his ear.

"Yes."

The boy responded.

******

"Who are you waiting for?"

After passing Yishui, it is not too far from Sanghai, the prosperous city in the southeast of Qi State.

Even so, the terrain here is unceasingly complicated. The hills are gentle and undulating, not as flat and open as they came from Korea and Wei, and there are rivers interspersed in it. Said, quite uncomfortable.

However... this trip carried the king's book, and was led by Confucian disciples in person. A group of more than 20 people, all straddling horses, made a long-distance raid, so as to deliver the king's will as soon as possible.

Close to Jucheng, a few miles outside the city is a land of mountains and forests, with roads criss-crossing in all directions. After Shenshi, I wanted to go to the city to rest, but I didn't think about it, but I met a man in black blocking the way.

Dressed in strong clothes, masked in black, holding a sword, mysterious lights loomed all over their bodies. Although there were only less than twenty people in them, the aura emanating from them made everyone's hearts startled.

"You wait until the eastbound road ends here!"

A man in black stepped forward, blocking the middle of the road ahead, looking at the group of Qin people in front of him, he knew their route well, and he didn't even think about entering Sanghai.

"How are you waiting?"

A Confucian disciple who led the way approached. He himself entered the Qin Dynasty with Zhang Cang and others a few years ago. Rangers hold them back.

How bold!

Dressed in a Confucian robe, hair tied and crowned, there was no fear on the face, and traces of awe-inspiring aura shone on the surface of the body, and he shouted, quite majestic.

"Guess what?"

The blocking man in black smiled, although his words were extremely relaxed, the mysterious light flickering on his body became more and more dazzling.

"You want to kill me?"

The Confucian student snorted coldly, moved one hand, took out a bamboo tube no longer than the length of his index finger, and pulled a thin rope. The next moment, a light green mist floated up and down in the void above his head.

Afterwards, he drew out the long sword in his waist and abdomen, and activated the Haoran Xuangong in his body, and the sword glow hesitated, without any fear.

"kill!"

Seeing this, the man in black was stunned, and said no more. The goal of this trip was to kill the envoys of the Qin Kingdom who were heading east. Even though they had Confucian disciples, they could only say that they were out of luck.

As it happened, among the envoys who came from the Qin Kingdom, there was also a strong aura blooming one after another, and sharp knives appeared in their hands, without any fear, and even more so when they faced the killing intent approaching from all around. happy.

"kill!"

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