On the vast land, eight horses galloped past.
Huang Long is sitting on the carriage, with a cup of tea quietly placed on the coffee table, emitting a fragrant fragrance. No matter how fast the horse gallops, the tea on the table will not spill a bit. He is wearing a Taoist robe that is elegant and free of dust, looking at the scenery in all directions, his eyes are
There seems to be poetry and distance in it.
After leaving Chongshan, Huanglong asked Ran Deng to lead Qingxu, and they returned to Kunlun.
But he himself did not travel back through space immediately.
Instead, he let the eight-horse chariot pull him and slowly ran back to Kunlun.
——It’s hard to get eight BMWs, but if you don’t drive them around, what else do you need a luxury car for?
Of course, this cannot be what it says on the surface.
Nowadays, the Taoist Dao has been inherited and immortals are everywhere.
As a great spiritual inspector, he, Huang Long, has a duty to supervise the conduct of his disciples.
Therefore, I went to patrol heaven and earth to punish lawless people.
For this reason, he did not hesitate to stop using space and chose to ride on the eight-horse carriage.
Huang Long has already thought of the promotional slogan.
——He is a yellow dragon and is willing to travel slowly for Xuanmen.
No, I have a new car and I want to show it off.
Such inspections last for decades.
The days are also colorful.
Especially since this world is relatively primitive.
So every time on the roadside, in the fields, by the river, in some inaccessible places, there is always some spring scenery.
There are even some who transcend species, all of them are not doing random things, but just want to be reckless heroes.
Huang Long could only sigh at the simplicity and primitive nature of the world.
One day, I saw a black wind blowing in the distance, and a black tiger could be vaguely seen in the black wind.
Huang Long's eyes narrowed slightly, and at a glance, he saw thousands of miles away, in a land swept by the black wind, where a group of fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys were farming. He suddenly sensed the terrifying demonic power of the black tiger, and his face suddenly turned pale, showing a look of horror.
The human race has strong understanding, but weak strength, and has become the hunting target of all races.
This is also a problem that Huanglong needs to solve urgently now, because the real big clans all know something about the human race and dare not really take action.
However, the vast majority of people in the prehistoric era are small tribes, not even considered tribes. They are ignorant and fearless, and have no plans for the future. They just eat whatever they see. This is the biggest problem with the current expansion of the human race.
Just as he was about to take action, he suddenly heard a roar.
Among the human tribe, a nine-foot-tall man who was as tall as a small mountain jumped up and punched the tiger on the head. A sound exploded in the air, the air shook, and the black tiger fell to the ground with one punch.
The ground, a deep pit exploded, and he yelled angrily: "You evil beast, you want to hurt my human race? It's not easy for you to practice. If you get lost and find your way back, quickly go back to the mountain to practice cleansing, accumulate merit, and spare your life. Otherwise, it will be you today."
The date of death."
"Bah! Who do you think the human race is? It's just delicious blood food. All our races can eat it at will. You, a black man, just took advantage of it and dared to be complacent. I will eat you alive right now!"
The black tiger was knocked down by the black man's punch and fell to the ground. He ate a mouthful of mud, but he was not afraid. Instead, he looked angry. Then he roared and a strong wind with a strong smell blew up.
Scrape it straight towards the black man.
Words,,,version.】
Huang Long didn't take any action either. This black tiger has a true immortal cultivation level, and this black man also has a true immortal cultivation level. They are just as good as each other, just perfect for the younger generation to practice their skills.
If you can solve it yourself, that's the best.
"If you are stubborn, a rotten tree will never wither."
When the black man heard the words, his face was serious, and a majestic aura suddenly emanated from his body, and a little spiritual light surged above his head, activating the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, converging on him, and expressing justice.
The black tiger was blown by the strong wind, powerful and domineering, but it could not shake the spiritual light at all.
"Be punished!"
A sharp light flashed in the black man's eyes, he shouted angrily, and the righteousness around him turned into golden chains, heading towards the black tiger.
The black tiger finally showed a look of horror. He never expected that this black man would have such ability. He immediately ran away, and the air flow surged around him.
The clouds follow the dragon and the wind follows the tiger.
Driving the strong wind is the talent of the tiger clan.
As long as you think about it, you can use the wind to escape thousands of miles.
"The wind stops!"
The black man suddenly shouted again, with some inexplicable majestic power, and the strong wind blowing around the black tiger stopped uncontrollably.
Immediately, the chains shook, like golden dragons tightly binding the black tiger, locking the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys at the same time. The demonic power of the black tiger was immediately blocked, and he fell to the ground like a mortal, wailing again and again, and begged for mercy: "I was wrong, let go
If you kill me, I will never dare to do it again."
"You have no future." Hearing the words, the black man was disdainful. A ball of spiritual power surged in his hand and turned into a sword. He slashed down with one sword and the tiger's head fell, killing him instantly and neatly.
The rest of the frightened humans were overjoyed and cheered when they saw the black man successfully killing the black tiger.
"Nothing, let's eat tiger meat for dinner tonight." Black Man shouted excitedly.
Everyone was even more happy after hearing this. They lifted the black man high and threw it into the sky, shouting "Kongqiu" and "Kongqiu" loudly.
On the eight-horse carriage, Huang Long originally had a gentle smile on his face, watching the battle of his juniors indifferently.
Until I heard the word "Confucius", the smile on my face suddenly solidified, and I calculated without thinking. The final result was that my luck was prosperous, but my fate was uncertain and elusive, and I couldn't figure out the answer.
But it cannot be calculated that the answer itself represents the answer at some point.
Confucius!
The famous Confucius.
Founder of Confucianism.
He advocated teaching without distinction and pioneered private lectures.
Although his ideas were not realized during his lifetime, after his death, Confucianism became the final winner among hundreds of scholars.
It is more realistic than the ideal Mohism, more gentle than the strict Legalism, and more positive than the inaction Taoism.
It cannot be said that he is superior to the other hundreds of schools of thought, but it is the most suitable political thought for China.
Wu of the Han Dynasty deposed hundreds of schools of thought and only respected Confucianism. Afterwards, hundreds of schools of thought returned to Confucianism.
It has reached the terrifying point where all literati are Confucian scholars and regard themselves as disciples of saints.
If heaven does not give birth to Zhongni, eternity will be like a long night.
Whether you admire him and praise him as the most holy teacher, or hate him and belittle him for suppressing humanity, you have to admit that in the history of Chinese culture, he stands in the first position.
Among the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, the status of Buddhism and Taoism has changed from time to time, but Confucianism has always maintained its position and has never changed.
After confirming that Wu Yunxian was Mozi, Huang Long also intended to investigate to see if he could find representatives of other schools of thought.
I just searched and found nothing, so I gave up.
Unexpectedly, I met one here, and he was the best among all the scholars.
But who can tell me why Confucius is like this?
He is nine feet tall, has broad shoulders and a round waist, and is capable of tearing apart tigers and leopards alive.
You tell me about Zhang Fei, but some people believe him!
Huang Long tried hard to confuse the appearance of the big man in front of him with the image of the old grandfather in his mind, who was bent over, had a kind face, and looked polite in the elementary school textbooks.
Doesn’t this really make the Analects of Confucius a slang language?
This chapter has been completed!