None of the Tianzuns were vegetarians. Just then, Ye Pengfei called out the Confucian scholars and was about to join this group quietly, suddenly, one of the Tianzuns spoke:

"No! With that kid's ability, he won't be able to guess it, we also want to delay time!"

If so, it would be fine when facing an ordinary character. However, that kid's method was too weird.

How did that kid force a terrifying existence to have to use a knife to kill people? No one saw the heavenly lords.

However, how did that kid had to choose to enter the eighth level of the Heavenly Venerables? And there were also some Heavenly Venerables who took the initiative to give up leaving. Everyone present knew it well.

Over the past hundred years, each of the Heavenly Venerables has repeatedly calculated and analyzed the power of the axe. All the Heavenly Venerables have long discovered that the power of the axe is actually very weak. However, the artistic conception of the axe is hard to understand!

Intention and strength, meaning comes first!

The stronger an existence is, the more you understand this truth. The stronger an existence is, the more you know that it is not a simple thing to realize the meaning before the force.

"That's right, with that boy's understanding, it's impossible to guess. We are very willing to delay time!"

Swish!

The eyes of the sixteen Heavenly Venerables fell on the faces of Modi and the Long Dao Heavenly Venerable.

The cultivation star is provided by Modi, including the cultivation star, all living beings.

The only way to live was Wang Rou, the junior of the Changdao Tianzun, who was guarding himself.

Could it be that the two of them had expected this?

Everyone, need answers.

However, all they got were Modi and the Changdao Tianzun, meaningful and smiling...

...

"What is life and death?"

An old man with pale temples, smiling and looking at the Confucian scholars one by one. His eyes full of wisdom made all Confucian scholars feel inexplicably impulsive and trembling slightly.

Including Ye Pengfei and Wan Yuqiu.

Mortals, let me wait for the strong man in the immortal realm, and my mind trembles slightly?

Although Wan Yuqiu's face was calm, deep in his heart, it was already magnificent.

Could it be that Fang Shaoqun is really a fair existence like Fan Wenzheng?

Just heard that Fang Shaoqun recalled leisurely:

"In the past, my family teacher asked this question and tested my peers. I answered it with one song."

All the Confucian scholars showed a solemn expression on their faces. Everyone listened respectfully. No one dared to make any sound.

"The night goes and comes, time is fast, and the four seasons urge people to be busy. Not long after the life is long, who is willing to mock them in detail. He has always been foolish and delusional, greedy for grievances, and does not realize impermanence. His body returns to the earth, his soul and seven spirits, and he follows the scenery and lets him fly."

"Whoever has no life or death, one person is hard to hide. Suddenly, he realized that he was so angry that he was in a state of wind. He was not allowed to go to the streets and alleys, singing and dancing, and his heart was open and broad. He was free and unrestrained, what's wrong with being in a state of despair."

After the poem was over, Fang Shaoqun was speechless for a long time. He was waiting for the responses of the Confucian scholars.

Ye Pengfei and Wan Yuqiu understood. They just need to observe their words and expressions, without having to spy on their minds, and without having to watch the cause and effect. They knew why Fang Shaoqun came from.

However, they did not answer immediately, and they were waiting for a Confucian scholar to discover the mystery.

Long time...

Just as Fang Shaoqun's face flashed with a faint regret, suddenly, a Confucian scholar asked loudly: "I dare to ask everyone, Fang, when will this song be written?"

“Twenty-six!”

One question, one answer.

In an instant, all the Confucian scholars in the room suddenly realized. Everyone looked at the Confucian scholars who asked questions loudly, and their eyes were filled with envy and admiration.

"I'll ask everyone to continue answering!" The Confucian scholar was a little satisfied and asked again.

Fang Shaoqun nodded and said slowly, "In another ten years, I will have another achievement - sleepwalking, faith, and peace of mind, and leisure, and fish. Although I have not yet determined to know life and death, what is the difference between victory and defeat in the meantime."

Wan Yuqiu's eyes could not bear it and flashed with dazzling spirit.

"convergence!"

With a sudden reprimand of the soul, Wan Yuqiu immediately calmed down.

At this moment, Fang Shaoqun looked at Wan Yuqiu with some emotion. However, the moment of light had passed away. Fang Shaoqun thought that he had read it wrong. He shook his head secretly and looked at the Confucian scholar just now.

This is another test.

Compared to the exam just now, this exam is even more difficult.

In the exam just now, I just need to understand that the question of life and death requires repeated consideration and repeated consideration.

Now this test requires understanding what the answer to life and death implies.

There was a silence around. Even the birds outside the house were chirping, and at this moment, it seemed completely silent.

This quietness lasted for more than an hour. Just when someone was waiting a little impatiently, the Confucian scholar finally spoke slowly:

"Drunk and dreaming of death?"

This is considered an answer? Some Confucian scholars were confused in an instant. In their opinion, these four words have nothing to do with the poem Fang Jia just now.

However, Fang Shaoqun was a little relieved and nodded: "Su Lun, you can call me a teacher in the future."

"Yes, teacher!"

The Confucian scholar named Su Lun had an unconcealed excitement on his face.

Some people envy, some people admire, and some people even more willing to do so.

"I dare to ask everyone, is it just a matter of life and death? It seems that this question is not to ask!"

These words became a little intense. Fang Shaoqun always gave people a gentle meaning. The questioner had some identity background. He was so bold when he was angry.

After a flash, Fang Shaoqun's eyes shone brightly.

Suddenly, the Confucian scholars felt that an invisible pressure seemed to cover this world. They pressed themselves and couldn't breathe!

"Master Fang, you, you..." The bold scholar changed his face and retreated repeatedly, and he was speechless.

Fang Shaoqun snorted coldly: "This kind of mind, this kind of resistance... In the future, we are not allowed to enter our Fang Shaoqun's house!!!"

As he said that, Fang Shaoqun took his own inexplicable pressure.

"What a righteous spirit!"

Ye Pengfei and Wan Yuqiu couldn't help but applaud. They knew that Fang Shaoqun's words were indeed called two words-

Great Confucian!!!

"Brother Ye, no matter whether Fang Shaoqun is similar to Fan Wenzheng's existence. At least, if someone leads him into the Tao, it won't take many years to reach the realm of gods!"
Chapter completed!