After a while.
He was speechless.
They were shocked. How many unknown existences were there in the world?
"Why are you helping me? And why do you want to take these worlds?" Kong Wenjun suddenly asked the Confucian Sutra. This question had always been on his mind. He didn't know why this good thing happened to him.
The Confucian Sutra sent out a message." I am a scripture created by Confucius. You are the most talented of Confucius 'descendants. If I don't help you, who should I help? And these World Origins are related to your future…"
Halfway through his sentence, he didn't say anything else. No matter how Kong Wenjun asked, he didn't want to say anything more. He only said that he was too weak now and it was inconvenient for him to know.
Helpless.
Kong Wenjun could only sigh. Since this Confucian scripture was unwilling to say, then there was no other way. He could only acquiesce.
……
What was the peak of the blue clouds?
Kacha kacha.
The space above the Liu Family Village suddenly cracked open, forming a passage. A handsome young master in white clothes with a silver sword on his waist waved his white jade fan a few times. The wind chime tied to the thumb-sized pagoda under the fan handle made a clear sound.
He could feel the spiritual energy that was dozens of times more than in the Chinese Ghost Story world and the extremely powerful will of heaven and earth. Everything was not something that the Chinese Ghost Story world could compare to.
Thinking of this, Kong Wenjun decided to wait until he settled down here before letting Nie Xiaoqian and the other two come to this world. It was much easier to cultivate here than in Qian Nu's world.
That's right, the place where Kong Wenjun was now was another world. Yesterday, after he imparted the Taiyi Immortal Scripture to the three women, he ascended to this place through the Confucian school. As for the safety of the three women at this time? There was no need to worry. At this moment, the world of the beautiful woman had already turned into a page of the Confucian Sutra. The entire will of heaven and earth was in the hands of the Confucian Sutra, or rather, Kong Wenjun. It was constantly protecting Nie Xiaoqian and the other two, so there was no danger at all.
"Confucius said…"
At this moment, Kong Wenjun tilted his head slightly and listened to the chanting coming from a thatched cottage in the village below. He smiled and slowly floated over on the blue clouds.
A seventeen-year-old boy was reading the Sage Book. However, his eyes were darting around mischievously. It was obvious that he had not read the book and was thinking about where to go to play.
The boy had delicate features but was not tall. He also looked a little thin. In the words of the ancient people, he was a scholar or a scholar. In the words of modern people, he was a gigolo!
When Kong Wenjun stepped on the clouds and descended, the boy's eyes suddenly widened as he shouted in a heart-wrenching manner,""Father! A god had descended. Run!"
Stunned!
Kong Wenjun was indeed very surprised. Most people would definitely prostrate themselves in worship when they saw an immortal. Even nobles would pay their respects. However, this person was different. When he saw that he thought he was an immortal, he shouted for his father to run away. What was going on?
At this moment, a middle-aged man in a Confucian robe angrily ran out with a kitchen knife in one hand and a crystal clear jade lamp in the other. He protected the boy behind him and roared at Kong Wenjun,"You immortals have been here for so many years. I thought that we, father and son, had escaped this calamity. I didn't expect that you wouldn't let us go after seventeen years.？”
Kong Wenjun narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the jade lamp in the middle aged man's hand that was filled with immortal energy. He could actually feel an earth-shattering power from it? A power that could even instantly kill him?？However, it seemed that this man did not know how to use it.
Thinking of this, he smiled warmly at the middle-aged man and said,""Is there some misunderstanding? I'm not an immortal."
"You…you're not an immortal? Then…then you are a monster? Otherwise, how could he fly on clouds?" The middle-aged man nervously held the jade lamp in front of him to protect himself. At the same time, he winked at his son to tell him to run away.
Kong Wenjun put away his fan helplessly. After looking at the middle-aged man's Confucian robe, he said,"I am Kong Wenjun, the eighty-third generation grandson of Confucius!”
"Hmm? The bloodline of Confucius?" Hearing this, the middle-aged man, who was a scholar and dressed in a Confucian robe, widened his eyes and sized him up for a while. He really did not know what to do, but the nervousness in his heart was much lessened. No matter which world it was, in the eyes of scholars, Confucius would always be the faith in their hearts, and his bloodline was also worthy of respect. The bloodline of a Saint!
Didn't the officials of the past dynasties respect Confucius as a saint and then confer the title of king or duke on his descendants? Of course, we'll skip the modern era.
From the Han Dynasty down to the Republic of China, Confucius had an official status in every dynasty, and so did his descendants. Moreover, his status was definitely not low, or even very high, ridiculously high, in order to appease the hearts of the scholars in the world.
Therefore, when he heard that it was the grandson of Confucius, the middle-aged man, who was obviously a scholar, let down his guard slightly.
Seeing this, Kong Wenjun smiled and was about to say something when he suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance. He turned to the middle-aged man and said,"It seems like there really is an immortal here."
"What?" The middle-aged man was shocked and immediately pulled the young boy out of the house. As he ran, he said,"The descendants of the saints have descended, but I didn't entertain them. I really deserve to die. After sending my son away, Yanchang will definitely come to apologize.”
At the same time, a golden auspicious cloud slowly descended from the horizon and headed toward the place where the middle-aged man had left.
Kong Wenjun slightly narrowed his eyes and lightly waved his folding fan as he said indifferently,""The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying. I'm afraid I'll go home. How can we have brave warriors to guard the four directions?"
The middle-aged man and the young boy who were running suddenly felt as if they were weightless. Their running speed increased by more than ten times, leaving two afterimages behind them as they fled. This scene obviously caught the immortal on the auspicious cloud by surprise, but the immortal immediately reacted. The auspicious cloud turned into a rainbow and chased after them.
"Great Roc Spreads Its Wings for a Million Miles." Kong Wenjun looked at the auspicious cloud and the middle-aged man who were getting closer and closer. He shook his head and sighed. No matter what, this middle-aged man was clearly a true Confucian scholar. Although he didn't understand what was going on, he still had to help his family rather than reason.
As soon as he said this, a long cry sounded. A purple roc suddenly appeared, grabbed the two people running on the ground, and soared into the sky.
"Who is it?" A furious roar sounded out, as if thunder was roaring in the nine heavens. The sky changed colors and the earth trembled.
Seeing this, Kong Wenjun's expression turned grave. This person was so powerful that he was not someone he could fight against right now. At the thought of this, he suddenly turned into purple qi and rushed east. The purple qi really came from 800 miles east and left this place in the blink of an eye, catching the people on the auspicious cloud by surprise.
"Bastard!" A three-eyed immortal god clad in silver divine armor and wielding a three-pointed double-edged saber was standing on the cloud. He looked in the direction of the purple clouds with a cold expression. At his feet was a huge black wolfhound curled up.
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