Born as a human being, if you cannot fight for the human race and strive for the human race, what qualifications are you to get that kind of luck?

These words, like Huang Zhong Dalu, suddenly exploded in Confucius' mind.

This was a great shock to Confucius. At this moment, he suddenly felt that what Ying Jichang said was very reasonable.

Luck is not so easy to fight for.

If he could get luck casually, Confucius and others would not have stayed in the realm of True Immortal for so long. If he hadn't accidentally activated the revival of spiritual energy, Confucius and others would have to wait to die.

The reason why these people have the opportunity to survive is entirely because of him, and most of them stand opposite him.

The benefits are touching, and have been like this since ancient times.

.........

At this moment, Confucius stood up, bowed solemnly to Ying Jichang, and said, "I would like to ask the King of Northern Liang for advice!"

Confucius' posture was extremely respectful.

This is why Confucius became a saint of a generation. Even though Ying Jichang was just a teenager, he did not think that there was any mistake in a teenager asking for advice from a teenager.

There are some orders of hearing and knowledge, and there are specialties in skills and professions.

There is a principle that in every industry in the world, regardless of age or generation, the master will be the teacher.

On this point, Ying Jichang's insights and insights are above Confucius, and Confucius knew that perhaps the opportunity he had made could get the answer from Ying Jichang.

In order to seek the Tao, being a student is something that is undesirable. Some monks are even willing to be slaves and provide advice to the other party.

"I dare not take the advice. I have a great battle against the monks on the Central Plains. There is a glimmer of hope for the monks on the Central Plains."

Ying Jichang smiled indifferently and said to Confucius, "Whether it is Confucianism and Taoism, or the various schools of thought, they are all different from martial arts and qi cultivation."

"Because their starting points are different, the results are naturally different."

"Martial arts and the way of practicing qi are all for killing and long-lasting viewing. The way of Confucianism and Taoism and various schools of thought is to assist the king in achieving great achievements."

"In the future, there may be an immortal imperial dynasty, with people from all walks of life and strong people, not inferior to the rest of the monks."

...........

After a short sentence, Ying Jichang pointed out the disadvantages of the various schools of thought, which are based on the roots and cannot be changed at all. Assisting the king is their destiny.

At this moment, Ying Jichang pointed out this point in order to prepare for the birth of the First Emperor in the future, establish the Qin Dynasty, and even the Qin Heavenly Court.

"Only by doing one's part to grow the human race can one get that kind of luck, and the rest are nothing more than empty."

Upon hearing this, Confucius was stunned. At this moment, there was no more King Pengcheng Xiang in his heart, and only this sentence echoed in his mind.

"Do your part to develop the human race?"

"Buzz!"

At this moment, Ying Jichang clearly felt a sharp sword energy shooting from afar, with a clear purpose and a clear goal.

Coming for him.

A person who has entered the world outside, the sword immortal Lu Dongyuan.

At this moment, Confucius narrowed his eyes and looked over. Obviously, Confucius also felt Lu Dongyuan's sword intent.

However, although this sword intent was sharp, it had no murderous intention, so Ying Jichang and Confucius did not take action.

"Lu Dongyuan, Qinglian Sword Sect, requested a battle, and hoped that the King of Beiliang would fulfill it--!" His voice was as sharp as a sword, and Lu Dongyuan announced his goal to Pengcheng and Tiandi.

He wanted to challenge the strong to prove his swordsmanship, but this was a humiliation for Ying Jichang. If he wanted to sharpen his swordsmanship, he had to use himself as a swordsmanship stone.

This sentence fell into Ying Jichang's ears, and murderous intent emerged in his eyes. Not everyone is qualified to use him as a sword-grinding stone.

Retracting his gaze from the sky, Ying Jichang looked at Confucius and said, "Master, who will survive when I fight with Lu Dongyuan?"

"King of Northern Liang, Lu Dongyuan is a swordsman. What he wants is for the breakthrough of cultivation, not intentional offense!" At this moment, Confucius smiled bitterly and advised him, and he naturally heard the murderous intent from Ying Jichang's tone.

If the two met, it would be fine if nothing happened. Once the sword was in the air, one person would die today.

If Ying Jichang really had the ability to control the Nine Cauldron barrier, in today's battle, there would be no sword immortal Lu Dongyuan on the Central Plains.

Confucius knew the influence of the Nine Tripod Envelope on a monk, and in ancient times, the one who controlled the Nine Tripod Envelope was the human race emperor.

"Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he offended me. If I sharpen my sword skills, I must be prepared for death!"

Let's talk, Ying Jichang's aura became more and more fierce. A sword intent soared into the sky and showed its sharpness, as if it was about to cut through the world.

Use sword intent to fight sword intent!

At this moment, Confucius knew that Lu Dongyuan was probably losing, and he could feel that this sword intent was no less than Lu Dongyuan, or even more powerful.

"You are the first one to prove the swordsmanship with this king!"

With one step forward, various forces in Ying Jichang's body burst out, and some righteous energy soared into the sky. Confucian classics constantly transformed in the air, as well as vertical and horizontal techniques, and even more, the Yin-Yang techniques constantly changed.

At this moment, a rare sense of fighting appeared on Ying Jichang, which was the desire of generals on the battlefield to compete.

One person formed a formation!

The momentum of Ying Jichang once again surged, and the ruthless, cold and fair aura swept across the world, and the power of Legalism appeared. At this moment, Ying Jichang gathered the power of various schools of thought.

The chain of order appeared and transformed into a bronze Qin sword. At this moment, Ying Jichang looked at Lu Dongyuan not far away in front of him and said.

"Today, you and I will both distinguish between the superiority and the inferiority, and also determine life and death!"

At this moment, the entire Pengcheng was in an uproar, and even the mutual king ceremony was interrupted for a while. They all knew that the competition between Lu Dongyuan, Ying Jichang and Confucius was the key to the King of the Prime Minister this time.

If one of them loses, even if he is so dazzling at the Prime Minister's Conference, it will be useless.

On the Central Plains, spiritual energy revived, and the strong people among the countries began to emerge like mushrooms after a rain. At this time, fist was power.

In this case, the king is not the most important thing. As long as the country's foundation is still there, even if there is a foolish king in this country, it can still make things right in a short time.

Looking at the battle, Ying Si looked solemn. What was opposite to Lu Dongyuan was not only his Qin State's foundation, but also his uncle.

Dear.

Their relationship is different from King Wei and Lv Dongyuan, which is purely a relationship of interests. In addition to interests, they also have endless blood ties.

"Uncle, you must win, Sier..."

The sword immortal Lu Dongyuan first came to the Central Plains from the outside that day, and his sword shone with nine provinces. It was so powerful that he became afraid of Lu Dongyuan.
Chapter completed!