Between heaven and earth, a majestic aura of vastness wanders in the void.
The originally noisy streets suddenly became lonely, and many people felt a sense of coolness deep in their hearts, as if all distracting thoughts had been swept away.
Fan Dacheng's whole body was shaking.
He is a Confucian monk, so he is naturally aware of this change.
The awe-inspiring aura between heaven and earth actually changed and surged towards the direction of the carriage.
Every move of your hands and feet will cause changes in the mighty river.
Such methods can only be accomplished by some powerful people in the Confucian sect.
Fan Dacheng asked himself, he couldn't do it at all.
The curtain of the carriage was opened, and an old man slowly walked out.
He looks like an old farmer, so ordinary, but no matter who sees this old man, they will feel a sense of intimacy, as if he is the backbone of their human race.
"I Zhang Hong, young man, do you want to fight with me?"
Zhang Hong spoke slowly, his voice calm.
But Fan Dacheng was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, his face turning pale.
"Wen Wenwen... Wen Sheng."
He was shaking like chaff, and there was no trace of his arrogant and domineering attitude just now.
Fan Dacheng knew that he was finished.
If Kuang Sheng was rude to the emperor, the most he would receive would be a punishment, and he would even gain a reputation among the Confucian sect as someone who was not afraid of the powerful.
However, if you are rude to the Literary Saint, it would be disrespectful.
Even if the literary sage doesn't care about it, Fan Dacheng's reputation will be infamy for thousands of years, and even the disciples and descendants of the sage will not let him go.
Zhang Hong frowned and said in a deep voice: "Scholar, be upright and upright! Aren't you going to fight with me? Get up and ask questions!"
Fan Dacheng's whole body was trembling, and his lips kept trembling.
"Sage, the student is deceived by lard and talks nonsense. Please forgive the student!" Fan Dacheng knelt on the ground and begged again and again.
If he dared to question a literary saint, it would undoubtedly be no different than seeking death.
Zhang Hongpo looked at the kowtow bug on the ground with some disgust.
Sitting in Liangjie Mountain gave this literary saint a touch of military temperament and a majestic demeanor.
"The Emperor of Qin spreads teachings. This is a great thing that only a holy emperor has done for thousands of years. I am allowed to have different opinions, but if you have nothing to do today, what do you want to do? Do you want to ruin the Netherworld?
Will hundreds of millions of students study in the future?"
Zhang Hong shouted sharply.
The eyes of many onlookers looking at Fan Dacheng were also full of evil.
Many of them had no way to practice in the past, so they were cut off from the path to becoming stronger.
Nowadays, Da Qin has announced the establishment of many academies and academies to promote education. This is an extremely glorious gift for many people.
If he is blocked by Fan Dacheng, then he will be everyone's mortal enemy.
Fan Dacheng was completely frightened and collapsed to the ground. He kept begging and begging the saint for his life.
Zhang Hong waved his hand: "Since you don't want to fight, then go away. I will be evil when I see you. Don't appear in front of me in the future."
One sentence decided Fan Dacheng's future.
In an instant, the aura of awe that was still vaguely surrounding Fan Dacheng suddenly quickly dissipated and disappeared.
"No! No! Saint, I was wrong, please forgive me!"
Fan Dacheng let out a wail.
Without the blessing of Haoran Qi, he, a Confucian monk, could not display any strength.